78 Quotes About Kenya

I believe that we have reached a stage in life in the economic development of Africa where moving forward is perilous, moving backwards is cowardice and standing still is suicidal but we must persevere because winners do not quit and quitter never win. Patrick L.O. Lumumba

There's organized confusion on African roads while driving in the cities. If you want to mess up Afican Cities very easy, just fly in 100 Americans put them on the road and tell them to drive. Jidenna

You do not respond to a mosquito bite with a hammer. Patrick L.O. Lumumba

Miguel came to my restless mind, as he always did when I slept. Old memories never left me alone. Kenya Wright

The only time you've been under me is when I've been inside of you and even then, you're never truly under me. I always remain under you. Kenya Wright

Without her, I couldn't live. Kenya Wright

Throughout my life, I have never stopped to strategize about my next steps. I often just keep walking along, through whichever door opens. I have been on a journey and this journey has never stopped. When the journey is acknowledged and sustained by those I work with, they are a source of inspiration, energy and encouragement. They are the reasons I kept walking, and will keep walking, as long as my knees hold out. Wangari Maathai

I DO NOT WHY BUT i KEEP THINKING OF YOU, WHAT DID YOU EVER DO TO ME?I have tried na nikashindwa kukudelete from my system, IMEKATAA.i KNOW YOU HAVE TRIED TOO, IT LEAVES ME WONDERING WHAT IS THESE.It can only be explained by the gods. Hanimoz Obey

When we saw a destitute-looking man trying to sell worn flip-flops, I vowed never to complain about a job again. When I considered the steady paycheck and quality of life it provided, my past gripes - primarily boring meetings, back-biting office politics and pantyhose - were just whining. Kristine K. Stevens

One morning, as he sat at his desk, he heard the sound of a horse's hooves on the path outside his house. He stepped out on to the verandah. There, on a tall grey horse, sat Morgane. 'I've come to have my picture painted, ' she said. She took off her hat and her long black hair cascaded below her shoulders. 'You said you would, ' she added, before dismounting. She wore a pair of moleskin jodhpurs and a white shirt, open at the neck. Her skin was radiant from the African sun. P.B. North

When art as an expression starts to appear, without prompting, all over the suburbs and villages of this country, what we are saying is: we are confident enough to create our own living, our own entertainment, our own aesthetic. Such an aesthetic will not be donated to us from the corridors of a university; or from the Ministry of Culture, or by the French Cultural Centre. It will come from the individual creations of a thousand creative people . Binyavanga Wainaina

Culture is the celebration of diversity. Let us therefore not deny our origin; but instead celebrate ours as a cultural mosaic not a tower of Babel , but a power of Babel Ali A. Mazrui

Your arousal is like the sweetest perfume I’ve ever smelled... I can sense it all around me – tingling against my skin, thickening your blood and shoving me off the edge of insanity. Kenya Wright

...my desire for him exploded into a great hunger. I was dizzy with it. Kenya Wright

I could fall in love with you and have no regrets... I want you so bad. You’ll never understand how much. Kenya Wright

I’m impressed you left to keep everyone safe.” He tenderly massaged the area above my hipbone with his right thumb.“ I’ve seen vampire men cry and piss their pants after one hour in the sewers by themselves. You’ve been walking most of the day and all alone. Kenya Wright

His gaze drank me in and he made no attempt to conceal that fact. Kenya Wright

Would she flee if she knew the thoughts I kept in my mind? My hands went to her flat stomach. My fingers sank in the soft tan flesh around her waist. One day her belly would be full of my children and her mind would only be focused on me. Kenya Wright

The very thought of him coming so close to tasting you makes me want to split his head in two. Kenya Wright

She wants her freedom. Kenya Wright

Do you know how hard it’s been to not fuck you this whole journey?" he asked inside my head.“ Why can’t I make love to you? Your husband sent you off to breed with a vampire.” Samuel’s fangs retracted. “Last time I checked, I was a vampire. Kenya Wright

I shoved his arm with all my strength, but it wouldn’t budge. His waist rippled with sculpted muscles. His chest and shoulders bulged and spoke of great strength. It was one thing to assume he had a big frame, another to have it confirmed with the moon's light. Kenya Wright

His power sings to your blood. I witnessed your reaction to him just now. He’ll be a king in a few years... And you’ll be his queen. Kenya Wright

…he grabbed my hand again. That same warmth hit me, seeping into my skin. I bit my lip and forced myself not to relish in the tingling heat. Samuel’s eyes widened. Fangs erupted from his gums. His nostrils flared as he inhaled me. Kenya Wright

He growled. The noise echoed through the area. Birds flew from the trees. They appeared like dark dots in the starry sky. Kenya Wright

Lay down, please.” Samuel’s voice stroked my ears like a man seducing his lover after they’d suffered a long absence. Kenya Wright

I shuddered at the thought of what I would do for her if she asked–kill, steal, desecrate the holy god Ambi, destroy cities and masses of people just at her command. Kenya Wright

Ever since I drank your blood, my head has been crazy... I won’t lie. The connection gives me a lot of power over you. I could read your thoughts and speak to you wherever I am, even several miles away. Kenya Wright

And you’re absolutely breathtaking. Kenya Wright

I call you domina because that’s what you are, ” Samuel insisted.“ It’s what I was. Now I’m just Brie. What if I only called you pathfinder? Kenya Wright

And there’s one other matter I must raise. The epidemic of domestic sexual violence that lacerates the soul of South Africa is mirrored in the pattern of grotesque raping in areas of outright conflict from Darfur to the Democratic Republic of the Congo, and in areas of contested electoral turbulence from Kenya to Zimbabwe. Inevitably, a certain percentage of the rapes transmits the AIDS virus. We don’t know how high that percentage is. We know only that women are subjected to the most dreadful double jeopardy. The point must also be made that there’s no such thing as the enjoyment of good health for women who live in constant fear of rape. Countless strong women survive the sexual assaults that occur in the millions every year, but every rape leaves a scar; no one ever fully heals. This business of discrimination against and oppression of women is the world’s most poisonous curse. Nowhere is it felt with greater catastrophic force than in the AIDS pandemic. This audience knows the statistics full well: you’ve chronicled them, you’ve measured them, the epidemiologists amongst you have disaggregated them. What has to happen, with one unified voice, is that the scientific community tells the political community that it must understand one incontrovertible fact of health: bringing an end to sexual violence is a vital component in bringing an end to AIDS.The brave groups of women who dare to speak up on the ground, in country after country, should not have to wage this fight in despairing and lonely isolation. They should hear the voices of scientific thunder. You understand the connections between violence against women and vulnerability to the virus. No one can challenge your understanding. Use it, I beg you, use it. Stephen Lewis

Pleasure and pain. That was my Melody.She was my poisonso toxic, when sampled, yet, so sweet... Kenya Wright

I think I could have loved you. Kenya Wright

Come here. I told you to go to sleep and you wouldn’t go, so now you’ll have to take care of me. Kenya Wright

The expression just set me on edge. He had the look of an injured wild animal. I imagined a hungry lion limping in front of me with a bloody paw. No matter how much the beast stumbled or bled, one would have to always remember that the creature could tear the average human body in half. Kenya Wright

No matter how much he’d done to me, my heart could not be done with him. Kenya Wright

Melody.” His voice was a tormented whisper on his lips.“ Yes, ” I said.“ If you ever need to escape, come to me.”“ What?” I asked.“ Just come. I won’t.. .I would never hurt you.”“ But–”“ You’re all that matters to me. Kenya Wright

Draw: For the most part, a draw occurs when it appears that neither side will win. Kenya Wright

Asleep? That's what she is right now?” Pure menace laced his words. “And when you decide to answer that question, Kane, be sure that you answer this with great care. I for one see you as my friend. We've never had problems. But now you've met my Melody, and problems cannot be avoided. So when I ask you, is she asleep, be sure that you give me a clear answer, because different ones will result in your death and the slashing away of every fucking person you know. Kenya Wright

I gritted my teeth and forced myself to calm down." You're the only person I let talk to me this way. You know what would happen if you were anyone else? Kenya Wright

Anytime you need me, just call. I'll stop everything for you. Any fucking thing on this earth. Kenya Wright

I already apologized for that.”“ No, you didn’t.”“ Then I’m sorry.”"“ Fuck your sorry.”“ Fine. Fuck my sorry. Kenya Wright

Why let me heal when you'll just break me anyway?”“ Because breaking you is half the fun. Kenya Wright

Women will be the death of you.” Julio entered and sat down. “That's why I don't mess with them. They make men weak.”“ You don't mess with them because you're gay. Kenya Wright

It used to be that when I made mistakes like this or came close to losing my life, I would just call Miguel. He'd drop it all to come to me–his movies, media engagements no matter how big they were, and even his criminal activities went on hold for me. It made me think he cared. Miguel canceled an appearance on the Dave Letterman show just because he called me and thought my voice sounded like something was wrong. He directed his gaze to the bruises decorating my face. “You said you weren't hurt.” With those big arms, he picked me up and slammed the door behind us. “When I ask you if you're okay, you tell me the truth. . Kenya Wright

Say it for me, Rainy. No other man. Kenya Wright

Weed etiquette rule - whoever rolls the joint, gets the first hit. Kenya Wright

If I thought I’d been drawn to her, now I knew, I’d been taken, kidnapped, caged, destroyed, and all the other things that went with someone having complete power over another. Kenya Wright

And with her hair, so red, she’d caught my eye... My little red riding hood. Kenya Wright

I’d been just like her, a youngster with something to say, a rebel through street art, leaving my mark on public buildings, to taunt the government and humor the public Kenya Wright

Red stepped inside my penthouse with her two friends...“ Make sure all the staff knows that they need to spoil those three. Give them whatever they want, champagne, the caviar drizzled in hash oil, anything. Even my own stuff to smoke from the crystal bong I got in Paris to the vape pen done in pearl. They need to be impressed. Kenya Wright

He smiled and captured my hand..... I attempted to pull my hand away. He tightened his grip just a little and kept my hand encased in his. A warmth spread through to me. Kenya Wright

Me, following her home. Her, thinking she's alone. For hours, I watched her paint, sat in the darkness, and marveled. Kenya Wright

He placed his hands to his belt buckle and undid it. “Just be careful, Red. This isn’t a fairytale. No one will save you, if you decide to see how sharp the wolf’s teeth really are. Kenya Wright

People called me, Lobo, which was Spanish for wolf. Kenya Wright

She held her hand out in front of her. “Wait.”“No, ” I groaned and then cleared my throat. “I mean okay, I can wait. Kenya Wright

What are you most scared of?” she asked and I wished she hadn’t. I didn’t like admitting it.“ I’m scared of dying alone. Kenya Wright

Sorry. I would be bad for you. Kenya Wright

Don’t ever try to leave me again. Kenya Wright

There's always a price. Kenya Wright

Compliments like that are only going to get you everywhere. Kenya Wright

Women formed from black smoke come to me at night and they scream for me to not cut their throats or twist those tiny necks. They beg and cry. Then right at the moment when I can't take anymore, I rush up to them, slashing at the smoke with my hands. Do they go away? Never. They turn into familiar faces. Kenya Wright

That was when my hard persona cracked and shattered into pieces. My hands shook as I wiped away all of the tears streaming down my face. The hysteria that I’d held in all night fled my body. Kenya Wright

Blood is no longer flowing in my brain right now. It’s somewhere else. Kenya Wright

You’re not going to start screaming sonnets outside my bedroom window, are you?” He winked. “I just might. Kenya Wright

Give me another chance. Earlier tonight, you hoped I would be your first. I really did feel honored. I was just caught way off guard, so I fronted a little and rushed upstairs. But when I got to the top, I leaned back against my door and had to catch my breath. I couldn’t fucking believe it. Kenya Wright

One should never believe the words I speak. Kenya Wright

But my thoughtsbreed truthsthat my heartcan'tbare. Like Melody. Kenya Wright

I have learned that I, we, are a dollar-a-day people (which is terrible, they say, because a cow in Japan is worth $9 a day). This means that a Japanese cow would be a middle class Kenyan... a $9-a-day cow from Japan could very well head a humanitarian NGO in Kenya. Massages are very cheap in Nairobi, so the cow would be comfortable. Binyavanga Wainaina

Our fathers fought bravely. But do you know the biggest weapon unleashed by the enemy against them? It was not the Maxim gun. It was division among them. Why? Because a people united in faith are stronger than the bomb Unknown

In any case how many took the oath and are now licking the toes of the whiteman? No, you take an oath to confirm a choice already made. The decision to lay or not lay your life for the people lies in the heart. The oath is the water sprinkled on a man's head at baptism Unknown

Red stepped inside my penthouse with her two friends.“ Make sure all the staff knows that they need to spoil those three. Give them whatever they want, champagne, the caviar drizzled in hash oil, anything. Even my own stuff to smoke from the crystal bong I got in Paris to the vape pen done in pearl. They need to be impressed. Kenya Wright

The year the Europeans seized Jomo Kenyatta (1952), Chepusepa and I were sharing our homestead with Arimo, a Teso, who was a headman of the local road crew. One day, Arimo's son found an ostrich's nest between Amudat and Katabok, while he was watching cattle. There were six eggs, and both of our cowherds took one. The brought the two eggs to our home and put them in the ashes near the fire. After two weeks, they hatched. I remember the baby ostriches walking about, eating millet and stones. Arimo took care of them, and they grew quite large. One night a leopard got the female, but the male continued to thrive, and Arimo harvested its feathers twice. Then, one day, when it was fully grown, our ostrich wandered into the town of Amudat. A European saw it and asked the people, "Where did this come from?"" Oh, it is the 'ox' of a man named Arimo, they told him. The European immediately summoned Arimo to Amudat. "Do you have license to keep an ostrich?" he demanded." Of course not! " Arimo replied. "This ostrich doesn't belong to anyone else--it's mine. So why do I need a license?" But the European decreed, " From this day on, you must not keep this ostrich without a license. If you do, you will go to jail for stealing from the government! " That was only the beginning. The Europeans have been seizing our pet ostriches ever since. When other people heard about Arimo's trouble, they killed their ostriches so they could at least have the feathers. Another man was so angry, he killed his female ostrich and destroyed all her eggs. Pat Robbins

The Whiteman told of another country beyond the sea where a powerful woman sat on a throne while men and women danced under the shadow of her authority and benevolence. She was ready to spread the shadow to cover the Agikuyu. They laughed at this eccentric man whose skin had been so scalded that the black outside had peeled off. The hot water must have gone into his head. Nevertheless, his words about a woman on the throne echoed something in the heart, deep down in their history. It was many, many years ago. Then women ruled the land of the Agikuyu. Men had no property, they were only there to serve the whims and needs of the women. Those were hard years. So they waited for women to go to war, they plotted a revolt, taking an oath of secrecy to keep them bound each to each in the common pursuit of freedom. They would sleep with all the women at once, for didn't they know the heroines would return hungry for love and relaxation? Fate did the rest; women were pregnant; the takeover met with little resistance. Unknown

We are the third world not because the sun rises on the West and sets in the East but because we have engaged the reverse gear and we are moving with jet like speed in the wrong direction -we must change this by rolling up our sleeves and working for the growth of our country. Patrick L.O. Lumumba

We can only go to the limits of ourselves. Anything more and we give too much away. Then we're not good for anyone. Paula McLain

The coffin was handmade from the wood of a single Eucalyptus tree. There were no handles, it rested on the shoulders of six elegant tribesmen. These were Maasai from Kenya, the warrior tribe, known for their courage and endurance. The walkers followed at a respectful distance, the pace was grueling. Nick Hahn