FOCUS

See where the beach hugs the sky?

The horizon?

No!

The destination

WINGS

If you had wings,
How high would you fly?
How far would you fly?

If I gave you my wings,
Would you fly away with me?
Would you fly away from me?

If they clipped your wings,
Would you learn to fly like a turtle?
Would you learn to sing like a caged bird?

I thought you well how to fly little bird,
Go explore the world,
Go find out why the skies are blue
Go plant your flag on the peaks of all the high mountains

But when it gets dark,
Don't forget to fly back home.
I'll leave the door open
Just in case I'll be out flying in my dreams too.

BE THE ONE

Be the person who cares,
Who makes the effort.
Be the person who loves without hesitation,
The person who never shies away from the intensity of their hope.
Be the person who believes,
Believes in the softness of the world,
In the goodness of other people,
Who sees only the good in others,
But not blind to their flaws,
But helps them improve on these flaws,
To become better
There’s no reason why you can’t be that person
Who makes others feel seen,
Feel appreciated
Feel loved,
Because the world currently has a surplus of hate,
Of anger,
Of carelessness and carefree souls
Be the voice of reason,
A beacon of hope,
Be caring without questioning,
Love unconditionally
Because there’s nothing stronger than someone who continues to stay soft,
Especially in a world that hasn’t been kind to them.
Be that person!

COME! LET'S REASON WITH GOD

Let’s question God.
Let us ask Him all these difficult questions
Let us ask Him why me,
Why us,
Why now,
Why now?
Why this way.
Why?
If it wasn’t me, us, now like this,
Who?
Who?
When?
How?
Let us ask him why a child dies at birth,
Why the preacherman got killed and the killerman got paid,
Why the poor man can only afford one meal a day for his family,
Yet the rich man’s family are obese and busting at the seams
Let us ask God why our enemies are still free and alive on the streets,
Yet we asked Him to deal with them.
Let us ask Him why the thieves and robbers,
Rapists and murderers,
Liars and cons,
Still breath the same air,
Enjoy the same sunlight,
Moonlight,
Sunrise,
Sunset,
As the saints,
The righteous,
The noble.

Why the blind don’t see,
Why all these dumb people,
All these lame.

Let us ask Him why He isn’t making me as rich as them,
Why I have to work everyday to eat,
Yet the wicked politicians kid can live a million years without breaking a sweat.
Why the corrupt are never caught and they seem to prosper,
In our eyes.

Why do we mutter these questions to ourselves?
Why do we whisper them to ourselves?
Why do we ask the wrong people?
And yet we expect the right answer.
Why don’t muster enough courage,
Enough courage to take God at His word.
After all,
Isn’t He the one who told us;
“Come let us reason together….”

He says. ISAIAH i:xiix

NOT AGAIN

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NO!NO!NO!.
Not again.
You want us to fight again?
A fight to death?
Even before we catch our breath?
Who are them?
Who are us?
You said,
We are fighting “them”
For our rights.
Our rights?
I only see us in the ring.
I don’t see them.
Remember how we fought us?
How you urged us to fight us?
Not for us, but US.
How we’ve always been fighting us?
Fighting us for you?
Fighting us to employ you?
To give you power to mistreat us?
Steal from us?
Using us as pawns, at the battlefront,
Fighting for you.
Killing our mothers for you.
Maiming our sons, for you.
Do you love the colour of blood?
The smell of blood?
The desperate cries of our dying sons?
Do you?
Mr. Politician,
Tell me,
Who will you rule, who will you govern?
If we all die in the ring?
Are we collateral damage for your thirst for power?
You love the color of blood?
Kill you chicken and use their blood to paint your stomach red.
You love the smell of blood?
Kill one of your prize bull and use its blood as perfume.
But please just let us employ you from the safety of the ballot,
Not from our graves.
It is not a fight between us and them,
It is a fight to choose the best from us.
Just drop your CV and we’ll be sure to get back to you just after the election.
And let you know who among us has been successful to lead us.
So this time,
You have to forgive us.
To your suggestion, we say,
No!No!No!
Not again

VISUAL POETRY

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At Fast

At last,
I found my own voice,
I’ll no longer sing out of tune,
I’ll no longer speak incoherently,
I’ll no longer heed to your hush, hush imploring,
I’ll no longer speak in hushed tones,
I’ll no longer whisper in the dark,
I’ll no longer keep mum,
As you step on my toes
I’ve found my own song ,
Don’t expect me to keep on singing yours,
I’ve found my own voice,
Don’t expect to keep on speaking for me,
I’ve found my own courage,
I can now shout in the dark
HOORAY!
At last.

Just for MAMA (repost)

Mama this is your space,
The whole world should be your space,
You held nothing back,
You let me have it all.

I soiled myself,
You did not not pinch your nose in disgust,
I cried at night and disturbed your sleep,
Yet you cuddled me with love,
And loved me back to sweet sleep,

As if amazed too,
You cheered me on as i made my first step,
As i tumbled and fell,
You urged me on,
Picking me up,
Hoisting me back to the track,
To race against me,
And when i finally stood up without holding onto nothing,
You cheered me as if I'd won a gold medal,

Mama this your poem,
In fact all these are your poems,
You deserve each poem the world has ever seen,
Yet this is the only one i can manage,
At least for now,

To express my sincere gratitudes,
My belated THANK YOU note,
Which should have come in ages ago,

Mama this is your day,
Everyday should be mama's day,
You deserve to be celebrated daily,
If only to remind us daily,
The big role you played in making us US,
Especially me.

Mama this is your child,
Everyone is your child,
And you call me 'My little boy'
Even with my long beards,
Yet i feel no offence,
Because I haven't repaid you,
For your care, kindness,
And above all,
Your unconditional LOVE

Thank you mama

The LORD is a stronghold for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble. — Ps 9:9

MOTIVATION

IT IS THE SOUND OF THE GROUND BENEATH MY FEET, THE PROMISE OF THE BIRDS THAT FLY PAST THE SKY, THE SETTLING DUST OF THE PAST STRUGGLES, THE WAY THE DAY STARTS, WITH A BEAUTIFUL SMILE STRETCHING MILES BEYOND THE HORIZON, AND ENDS, WITH A HALOW THAT SWALLOS SORROWS WROUGHT BY THE TOILINGS, AND PROMISES A BETTER TOMORROW.

MY MOTIVATION

http://kenyanpoet.blogspot.com/ IT IS THE SOUND OF THE GROUND BENEATH MY FEET, THE PROMISE OF THE BIRDS THAT FLY PAST THE SKY, THE SETTLING DUST OF THE PAST STRUGGLES, THE WAY THE DAY STARTS, WITH A BEAUTIFUL SMILE STRETCHING MILES BEYOND THE HORIZON, AND ENDS, WITH A HALOW THAT SWALLOS SORROWS WROUGHT BY THE TOILINGS, AND PROMISES A BETTER TOMORROW.