Friday, February 19, 2016

A Clear White Wall

A clear white wall
No crack 
No spot

A clear white wall
Two cracks
Two spots

A clear white wall
Many cracks
Many spots

A clear white wall
There is perfection and imperfection in them all

A clear white wall
As clear as crystal
As white as snow

We are all clear white walls
Beautiful to look at
Superb works of art
Refreshing and mind blowing
The creation of first impression

But we have two cracks two spots
We have many cracks many spots
These are our differences
What makes us unique
A crack on a clear white wall
That shows beauty
That shows emotion

A clear white wall
My representation of you and me

Monday, February 15, 2016

Rain

One, two, many,
So the rain starts dropping.

One, two, many
I call them tears from heaven
God and the angels crying
Pity in their eyes because of the reckless lives we live
Sorrow in their eyes for the large masses of people;
Young and old,
Rich and famous,
Poor and forgotten,
being buried today, tomorrow, everyday.
Tears they hope and wish could cleanse the human race and bring them sanctifying grace.

One, two, many
That's how it started
The destruction of the first human race
Because of their immoral living
It all dates back to Genesis
The story of Noah and the ark
His three sons and their wives
Animals went in two by two each of every kind
The appearance of the rainbow
Marked the end of the destruction
God's promise
Not to destroy mankind again
By the use of water

One, two, many
You'll be drenched in water
If your clothes are not made of leather
If you don't own an umbrella,
A car, a rain coat or got any control over the weather
To calm it down or make it stop
As Jesus Christ did
That stormy night
In the little boat that his disciplines sailed

One, two, many
The rain stops pouring
The rainbow comes out to play
With radiant colors
red and orange,
yellow and grey,
blue and indigo
and let's not forget violet
After the rain comes beauty

Sunday, February 14, 2016

Let me be your Val

Let me be the Val of your time
Let us intertwine to make one vine
Bound to all eternity with love
Mind you not lust
The beauty of the rose flower
I bestow upon you
It's sweet scent
Gifts your nose
It's Crimson red
A color with meaning
A simple flower
With much importance
Making every prick of it's thorn
Worth it all

Let me be the Val in your time
Let me be
Your Valentine

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Lost

Feeling lost
Walking in directions I do not know
I have no clear definition of things
I want something
But I do not know what
I want to be happy always
But do I know what ''happy'' is?
Trying to accept things as they are
But I do not know how
Thus give me the right formula
For I got none.

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

I didn't kill my son

I didn't kill my son
He was just a reminder of my past
A past that I had kept locked at the back of my mind
But he saw it fit to bring it all back
And now the past is a Fresh memory
As though it all happened yesterday
I tried to think of the future
Tried to convince myself that he was not to blame
Tried to convince myself that I could love him
Tried to convince myself that his father's sin wasn't his
But I couldn't deal with the trauma of seeing him each day
For he took the form of his father
A stranger I saw once
The day he took my innocence away
In a bush
As I was walking back home from school

I didn't kill my son
I was simply being a mother
A mother filled with care and love for her son
A mother who would sacrifice her joy, her happiness, her entire being for the sake of her son
For his well being came first
Such motherly Love that made me cry to see my son wail in pain
Such motherly Love that would have made me give him my life if it were possible
I just wanted his suffering to stop
I just wanted to take his pain away
I didn't know what other way to bring him peace
Other than stopping his misery as he lay in his hospital bed
It was a slow painless death
He is at peace now
And so am I that I know he isn't in pain anymore

I didn't kill my son
I was teaching him how to become a man
Because his father refused to acknowledge him as his child
Forcing me to teach him how to be tough
Forcing me to take up a responsibility I didn't know much about
But the lesson went south instead of west
He hit his head on the bark of a tree
In our little backyard
As I was teaching him to wrestle and stand up for himself in a fight
I cried out for him to wake up
To stand up like a man
And not lay down for having been punched by a lady
But he didn't wake up when I called his name
All I remember was blood
His blood
Acting like a cushion
Under his head

I didn't kill my son
I didn't mean to kill him
It was self defense
But I know he didn't mean to attack me
My son loves me
He wouldn't dare hurt me
He wasn't himself that night when he came home drank
Holding a gun in his hand
Only the heavens know where he got the gun
Or what made him drink that much that night
For he hated wines and spirits
He was a good son
The best son any mother would have loved to have
I was trying to take the gun away from his hands
I didn't want him hurting anyone or better yet himself
But it was too late
And now he is my late son
For the gun went off and there was death silence
As I watched him breath his last breath

I am a mother to a dead son
But still a mother
I cry for his return each night
I long to see him walk through the door each day
Mothers wish the best for their kids
And an early death of our kids isn't one of those best wishes we have for them
This isn't me justifying his death by my hands
But do you still think I
Killed my son?

Fragile Heart

"Be fragile with me", she says
Hold me like an egg which you are trying so hard not to break
Before you can get to make toasted bread

Hold me with the fragility of holding a new born baby
One born prematurely at the sixth month of pregnancy
A little angel striving hard to survive in this unfortunate world
Cause even the air outside it's incubator could kill it in a second
Thus care and love me like there is no tomorrow to look forward to
Let our infinity be the here and now

"Don't let me go", she pleads
Don't let me run to the arms of another
For you are what I need and not what I want
Content fully with the inner peace you have given me,
The joy of seeing you is what I look forward to everyday
And The joy of seeing the same joy in your eyes is what I strive to achieve for the rest of our days

"This fragile heart wouldn't mind getting hurt", she told me
Pain that yields greatness I shall bare
Pain of losing everything to gain much more I shall endure
For Christ did the same for us to get salvation
He bared Himself naked to the world
He carried all our crosses
Got humiliated and spat on for our sake
And got nailed on the cross with two thieves by his sides
And He did all this for you and me to be free.

I shall shout our love to the world to hear
I shall write it down on paper for it to be clear
All this to proof that I believe we can make it work
We are both fragile hearts
Just looking for love

Thursday, October 22, 2015

Your Luxury is My Necessity

One man's meat is another man's poison
Your need is someone else's comfort
Your comfort is someone else's need
The beauty of life?
Or
The unfair nature of life?
I will let you decide.

A man sleeping on the cold streets at night
Wishes he at least had a carton for his mattress
Other than the cold tarmac 
Or the cold side walk he sleeps on

A man sleeping on the cold streets at night
Wishes he had a worn out mattress
Other than the carton he has had for most of his street life
Having worn out after being rained on for several days
Torn almost non existent as a mattress to lay his head on

A man sleeping on the cold streets at night
Wishes he could get a telephone booth with a roof for the night
To shelter his head from the rain
To have his space of someplace to spent the night
In his dreams he calls it a hotel room
A mere dream most nights
And a fantasy he lives through on blessed nights, he calls them,
The few nights he gets a telephone booth to sleep in
Before he finds someone else already occupied it
Or the paid excavator removed them all
As everyone can currently own a smart phone
And there is no need for telephone booths anymore

A man sleeping on the cold streets at night
Wishes he went to school
He strongly believes that his life would have turned out differently
No maybes or what ifs
He is certain he would not be on the streets
Begging for money and drinks
Necessities to help him exist

A man sleeping on the cold streets at night
Wishes he had skills
Skills to build himself a mabati house
From all the scrap metal he keeps selling
"The city will never run out of scraps", he tells himself
For pollution is what man enjoys to do most
Out of ignorance
Out of irresponsibility
Out of pride
You say that you are creating employment for someone else
But I call it stupidity for you are killing humanity
Destroying the land
And yet you are the first to complain
"Oh The city is dirty. Someone should clean it up!"
You demand
You insist 
But do you do your part?
"A good citizen" you call yourself
But a hypocrite I call you
If you cleaned after yourself
And I cleaned after myself
Wouldn't the city be clean?
And we can hire people to tend to the flowers?
Plant more trees?
Dig more bore holes?
Don't give lame excuses for your unclean nature

A man leaving in a mabati house
Wishes he could earn a little more
To be able to move to a wooden house
To avoid freezing to death when it is too cold
Or cooking alive when it is too hot
For the iron sheets don't react too well to the two extremes
Uncomfortable living
Striving for comfortable living
But what is your purpose for earning a little more?
To exploit the ones around you?
To what extreme will you go to earn a penny for the wrong reason?
Sell drugs to minors?
Is child trafficking and human trafficking your pleasure?
What if they were your child?
What if they were your parent?
What if it was you?
The seller becomes the item of trade
Would you then smile?
Would you then agree to what you were doing to others?
Copper cut into circles
A number embedded on it during the melting process
Then given value
Is it for such you kill someone?
You call it money
It is a metal 
A mineral item given importance because someone decided
"Batter trade doesn't work anymore!
Let's invent something that will not rot!"
Then give value to it and ask for it so as to offer a service or a good
Receive if for the service we offer or the good we sell
It may have value
But human value is higher than it

A man living in a wooden house
Wishes he had curtains for his walls
Do some interior decor
Hide the rotting wall
For paint doesn't help that much
And wallpaper is a luxury for him
His next big dream is to move to a stone house
But will his dream ever come true?

A man living in a stone house
Feels content
Before other priorities kick in
Human sanitation
Sharing bathrooms and the toilet with the neighbors
Cooking in the same room he sleeps
And it seems like he may soon have a permanent roommate
A wife
And kids may follow soon in the equation
So he wishes he had a bigger room 
"At least with a kitchen", he tells himself

A man living in a stone house
Wishes he had the toilet and the bathroom inside the house
Same way as he has a kitchen
He fears to leave his house at night to go relieve himself
As security in our current world has worsened
Gone are the days when you could live in a house without a fence or a gate round it
Gone are the days when you could go to bed with your house not under lock and key and a security alarm
Gone are the days when you could walk out in the night to see the beauty of the sky
Gone are the days when the night was meant for people to be in their homes resting
The night is now a place to be dreaded
For bad people lurk in the night
Robbers and rapists just a few to state

A man living in a stone house
Which has a kitchen and a sanitation area inbuilt
Wishes he had more than one room
A bedroom for himself and his wife
"The children are growing up", he says
"It ain't proper that parents and children sleep in the same room"

The child who sleeps in the sitting area
Wishes he had his own room
A teenager looking for privacy
Looking for his own identity
The "Who am I"
Patience grows thin at times
Anger rages on
Looking for the sense of independence and responsibility
Too young to rent his own place
But at least he can dominate his own room

The child with his own room
Wishes to have a plasma TV installed in it
With the latest Play Station and Home Theater
Does he even know some other child is sleeping hungry out there?
With no clothes or shoes to wear?

All these the diversities of life
You have 
But are not thankful of what you have
You forget someone else like you lucks what you've got
Thin line between necessities and luxuries
For certain necessities are people's luxuries
And certain luxuries are people's necessities
Are you the person who takes having clean water to drink and flush your toilet a by-the-way
The person who takes having a car a necessity
And living in a house worth Ksh. 430,000 per month a luxury?
Or are you the person who takes having clean water to drink a blessing
The person who takes getting water clean or dirty to flush the shared toilet a necessity
One necessity among many that you strive hard to get fulfilled
And moving to live in a wooden house a luxury you hope one day to be able to afford?

Parting shot
Take time to be thankful for what you have
Don't be proud or think it is normal to own what you own
Don't misuse resources
Don't live in ignorance
Don't stop dreaming
Don't stop striving to achieve your dream
Live for a better tomorrow
And be an ambassador of a better tomorrow
Stop and rethink your life