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My past My sin My infamy Mine Me Stinking Horrid Nauseating Rolling Crushing Over Me Breaking Pounding Me Hammering Beating Me To Pieces Sickening pain Acute pain Heart rending Gut wrenching Deep inside Overwhelmed Breathless Destroyed Annihilated By Myself Mine Choices Path Taken Innards hanging out Turned inside out Regret Shame Woe Wretchedness Never ever going to breathe again Never ever going to rise again Never ever going to be again Never ever going to live again Broken down destroyed Not a hope Finished as person Silent coursing uncontrollable tears Mucus saturated saliva dripping Rolling on the ground Clothes rending dirge-ing Sickening pain Thundering pain  Throbbing me out  Drumming me out  Loud Aching Diseased Wounded Broken Prostrate Buried In what was my soul In what was my spirit Silent Whisper Forgotten Rem

Joseph ole Lenku, I think is the Kenyan Cabinet Secretary for Interior and Coordination of National Government.  In that respect he has issued statements to Kenyans, regarding the Westgate Mall terror attack.  I know that he may be thinking that he is also the most misunderstood man in the country right now.   I know this, because I have been where he is right now.  Yes I have.  Not publicly, and not with such a large gallery as his.  But in my own small way – I have been exactly where he is right now. Ole Lenku must be stopping at every mirror and asking himself, “What is this”?.  I know.  For I have paused at every pane or reflective surface, looked myself in the eye and I wondered, “What in heaven’s name is happening and how did it get to this?” Ole Lenku is not a bad man.  He is not a dishonest man.  I know this to be true.  I know this because I am like ole Lenku.  You need to understand that I am not a liar.  I am not a wrong doer.  I am not immoral.  Intrinsical