Guilty Via Paymen
Hohoho.....
Here in Bolehland, a murder case is being heard in High Court...
A very intriguing case where a deputy public prosecutor ended dead in a cement drum ....
The seventh accused, Ravi Chandran, if he is to be believed...
Was an instant millionaire seven times over if promises of payment were realised....
His price for freedom in exchange for wealth promised to the tune of RM7millions.....
A prison officer, reportedly on behalf of then PM Najib, he offered 3.5m....
Dr Kuna, military pathologist and one of the co-accused, reportedly promised RM1.5m....
Most incredibly, the victim's brother himself, Richard Morais....
A datuk no less, and a self confessed hard core gangster on top of that...
He offered RM2m in money in exchange for a guilty-as-accused plea....
A massive total of RM7m was promised in money......
If only the hero Ravi Chandran admitted to a guilty plea...
Makes one wonder, here in Bolehland, real life drama can outstage any Bollywood screen drama...?
Hohoho....
Categories:
kuna, community, murder,
Form: Free verse
Mpenzi, mbona wanitupilia mbali?
Na kuniacha katika ziwa la mashaka,
Kisha nikapata mawazo kwamba,
Nasikika nikisema
Labda kuna sababu,
Kuhusu hilo jambo,
Lakini ikiwa ni hivyo,
Nasikika nikisema
Hatua fanya nipate furaha,
Mpenzi, kwani kwangu kusikia uzoefu,
Angalau ningeambiwa nini kiendeleacho.
Nasikika nikisema
Categories:
kuna, absence, lost love, love,
Form: Free verse
No man can resist a stay,
a jewel of sovereignty
where real boys play.
No inkling of poverty
can describe your land,
its beauty and its deserted clay.
Strangled by loss of wisdom
they come to seek your truth.
Children dance in tandem
living off the fruit.
Moreover perplexed by innocence,
a thought you have instilled,
a people of obedience
hope, fun and goodwill.
They continue their darkened ways
while you continue to play.
They return to a life that pays
back to their cities of decay.
Your strength is what they seek,
your simplicity unrivaled or matched.
What hope prevents the meek?
While honesty of core, remains unscratched!
(Dedicated to my friends of the Kuna Yala tribe of the San Blas, autonomous region of panama)
Categories:
kuna, places
Form: Dramatic Monologue
one evening in the desert the moon began to glow
far off in the western sky the sun was sinking low
i looked out on the mesa and lo what did i see
lights of blue and yellow purple red and even green
i slowly started walking to see what i could see
the lights were getting closer then a voice called out to me
hello and sir how are you on this clear and summer night
we come from kuna dola just to see your earthly sights
he said please mr earthling now dont you tell a soul
that we were on the desert underneath the moonlights glow
i said dont worry kuna i will tell no one today
they would lock me up with loonies and throw the key away
Categories:
kuna, funny
Form: Lyric