HUSTLAJAY “African black son Walking bare dusty footed under Africa's Hot sun. Black warrior fighter of common man’s rights, learning footsteps Equality for all oppressed suffering innocent souls Common man son field street marshal of peace love n’ unity. Justice N LIBERTY Eradication of black Impunity "Who’s thirsty can only be quenched by a calabash full of better day waters’’

 My names are JAMES MASAI PAUL. Named after great grand father n my grandfather. The street call me Jay my Hip-Hop Names are Hustlajay aka Methusuela n Swila ‘Mchiriza Sumu’

A year after the famine of 1984 and three days before the Messiah was born, 22nd December 85, an African daughter of the long distance trader’s community pot broke up in a grass thatched African hut, I was held in her two hands and opened my eyes to wonders of the world ready for life’s long Journey full of hardship. Welcomed with guards of milk great ululations the elders celebrated by taking palm wine (mnazi) for a warrior had been born.

Issues were before she had been exchanged for a basket of millet, later I was circumcised passage from childhood to adulthood East African COAST of Kenya, MOMBASA. Full of spirits of “FUATA NYANYO’’ footsteps of our National flag Motivation. Black color for Black people. Red for the blood shed by freedom fighters green for the lands beauty, white for Peace we cry for day after day.

Walking the path to destiny I traveled upcountry to the Nyika plains and my grandfather spit blessing into my hands and I rubbed the saliva on my chest and forehead ready now for White man education for Black civilization. I attended Katyethoka Primary School for eight years where I passed well my primary certificate. I entered the Katheka Boys High School, a Missionary School in the year 2002 and sat for my certificate in 2005 and passed. I entered college to pursue journalism my all time dream but due to inadequate finance was forced to quit- for that which is written on books is expensive to buy for it’s the key to better successful life

I joined the University of the ghetto teaching started my revolution as a Black Child. Since childhood I had a dream of doing Hip-Hop for the Love of the slums, ghetto en street my passion for African beauty and art….@ 20yrs, I never wished to but forces of Nature seduced me to trace my roots. For as lived forward, I felt something missing deep in my soul. Maybe I could find help but all in vain. Even after discovering my umbilical origin ”Kitovu Changu’’ I had to hustle on my own, since its said once one gets an identity card, he is a man enough to find his way in life "no more help, start from scratch."

To get my daily bread hustling in Indian companies, full of color discrimination. I watched as they overworked my fellow black people for very little pay. If not me, who else will stand up to be their cry. Through my creativity I will open their eyes to see in their ears. After all what can else can we do, poor common men. Still the rich getting richer poor getting poorer. I use Hip-hop as a tool. I stand to administer change for the common man stretching hands to be seen for the poor child to have a better life full of love. My inspirations are by great leaders and legends e.g. Africans writers like Chinua Achebe, Ngugi Wa Thiong’o, Nelson Mandela, Dedan Kimathi especially his quote, "I would rather die on feet than die standing on my knees."

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