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MAN ,GIVE HER WINGS TO FLY

Iam a woman,
a mother,
but one day I was just a daughter.
A dream in the making, Someone thought well and wished me well.
Today I wish someone else well.
Iam a woman ,
When I was a daughter only,
I had dreams and wishes,
I went to school and tried my best,
I wanted to be somebody,
I really tried.
Today as a mother ,
I belong to someone,
Does he understand my girlhood dreams?
Maybe or maybe not, Sometimes I feel am just a mere woman,
A person who only should take care of his home,
children and him.
Others make me feel the same,
When they wish they married me,
When they wish I could be the mother of their kids, Don't they see another fountain in me? Iam a woman ,
My dreams are not dead, They bother me,
When you see me quiet,
Am making a plan,
One day I will look up and move ahead,
I will realize my dreams,
I will make my girlhood dreams a reality,
Look at that woman,
In the pavement selling groceries,
Patiently waiting for a customer,
The woman sitting ne…

THANK YOU

Today as I was on my way to work, while inside the bus,I saw a woman on a wheelchair along the pavement, she was moving fast as someone was helping her push the wheelchair.On a closer look the guy who was pushing had one leg.He had folded his trouser almost three quarter above the knee measuring on the one leg he had.He was hoping but very fast.He was moving with ease better than a normal person.Somehow,I imagined how we are limited in our endeavour but that young man was not,even though the woman had a begging cup at the side of the wheelchair, as they were moving to their begging place in which they were late,they meant well.They were focused and that didn't stop them from going out.I thought of my problem and said am better am ok and I can move freely. Nothing should limit us if God has given us an opportunity to be alive.We need to face each day with courage and determination. In the evening I saw a coffin at the carrier of a matatu.My mind started arguing. The coffin owner w…

I FOUND ........

I have failed,
Not once or twice but hundred times,
Yes,
I have been on opposite and wrong side of their thoughts,
I refused to satisfy their wish upon me,
Of course,
I refused to be trodden, However, before then,
I was on the right and exact place in their minds,
I was somehow naive or too ignorant, innocent,
My life was heading nowhere.
I had fallen,
I was trying to rise,
Yes I was rising,
Yet I was bent,
But still I was raising my eyes as I craved to see ahead,
I craved for hope ,
I found Faith,
I found strength,
I found peace,
I found a mightier power That always carries me through,
Each moment,
I fought fear.

THE COLD SHADOWS IN HIS EYES

A knock at the door,        another one at the bed room window;
a phone rang and she woke up.
At first,
she thought she was dreaming.
she woke up from her sweet nightmares.
She checked the phone ,
it was past midnight, precisely six minutes past one.
She was moody again.
She hates it every night when the man turned into a very familiar stranger.
She opened the door lock and headed to the kitchen ,
took a matchbox and lit the cooker and warmed the cabbages.
She went to the toilet and back to the kitchen.
The man had entered and had switched on the sitting room lights.
She looked in his eyes and saw many shadows,
She didn't recognize any of them .
she was looking for her own, it was not there neither was her face.
The stinky smell of alcohol and cigarette had filled the room
"Did the bulb burn?"he asked but she pretended not to have heard as she entered the kitchen and with a wooden spoon stirred the warming food.
He asked again.
"what happened to the bu…

TROUGH THE WINDOWS OF SOUL

It was quite a worry some day!
I thought,
The body was contacting the soul,
It has become a routine nowadays,
What is happening to us?
Emotions are rising high each day,
I ,the soul, am always suffocating within you,
The bitterness and anger ,
The idleness and indecision,
The pain and worthlessness,
What is happening to us?
It is too painful nowadays,
We seem lazy,
Of course, that is the exact word-LAZY
We wake up early  but aimless,
We then lack any plan,
We go back to sleep when others are gone,
When I get hungry I look for food and eat,
Am always tired and too emotional,
Am stuck here,
The mind doesn't seem any active,
What is happening to us?
Is it the end or beginning?
Where do we start?
I, body, am too weak!
I,soul, am soffocating!
I,mind, am lost in a multitude of useless ideas!
Let us have a nap may be we will be fine in waking.

A LETTER FROM A BROKEN SOUL.

No one will ever remember my grave,
let me be buried in a community graveyard ,
without a cross.
Let no one write a name on my grave.
I want to be forgotten,
just like Iam forgotten,
the same way I have struggled with no one to care or worry about my life.
Yes ,
I want all of you to forget I existed,
it may be hard ,
if you must remember me don't ever cry.
I existed only for nothing.
My life is finished,
exhausted,
done and over Iam broken beyond repair.
Anyway forgive me,
I don't know for why.
IAM with the devil now serving my eternal sentence.
Am happy my fate is already decided.
My life is over.
Goodbye everyone.

THE PAIN NOBODY CAN UNDERSTAND

I changed,
I know,
  I feel it,
 I understand it,
I can see it,
Am not ignorant,
 Don't say am stubborn,
 No, situations in life changed,
 I was once charming with a big heart,
Oh yes,
A heart big enough to take any nonsense and a mind too slow to judge,
 I was so pure,
Of course,
 I once seemed like an angel,
With my naivety and innocent character,
 I was bruised,hurt and so many breeding wounds and scars are overwhelmingly hidden in my heart. The look,
Sometimes I don't care,
I have tried so much ,
done so much
But they call me a failure,
Nobody seems to understand me,
 I closed all doors,
 As I fear being hurt,
 I hate no one but since am always lonely inside I have lost it.
 I argue so much,
 Reason,,,,, I feel like a shadow is all over me trying to dominate me,
A shadow that cares not even a dime about me. I closed all the doors to my heart,
 How does it feel when you give your all to the world and what you get is pain A pain that nobody wants to hear about.
 I became a…

NOBODY CARES

In loneliness she would tackle all the chores, Clean,mop,cook,peel,fry, But each day she strained, Searching for love in the eyes of her beloved,
Last night he was out ,
To wine and dine with his bottle of beer and friends, He ate there and then just before the birds awake he ate again,
Not the food she had spent last day cooking but the food in the bar,
She was helpless and wasted,
Why was he underrating her?
She thought of herself,
The submissive woman who had turned into a fool and a laughing stock.
She knew she had been blinded by something ,
which is not love but fear.
She thinks of letting go and boldly live her life again. She had a life ,
she had dreams,
she had guts to tackle life , She had to ignite that lovely bold character within her and fight her battles again.
He had seen her as just a vessel of no destiny He would quarrel her of his medicine,his clothes,his shoes and anything that is his,
Yet he forgot about her,
He cared less of her needs, The pain and wh…

JUSTICE IN SILENCE

When the forest caught fire and all the trees became charcoal and ash.The breeze was forgotten, the birds were never heard again.The grass was forgotten and only a black residue suffocated the soil.In just a few months rains fell,a heavy one,it washed the earth,and a sweet scent though accompanied with smoky smell filled the air.The second week and everything started to show some life.The grass,the burnt and dead started budding.In a month it was all green.A branch cut from it's  host,burnt  and hopelessly lying on the ground was being justified.It was budding in silence.Slowly, each day it was blossoming.It had more hope than we all saw in its charcoalish character that was bestowed on it by fire.It never lost hope,it never died,it kept on fighting daily,in the scorching Sun till rain vindicated it.
    How many times in our lives do we get burnt,face failure and are rendered hopeless and worthless, but then God comes and vindicates us.Heals us,washes us and clothes us afresh? No…

It is in writing where I realise the power of creation.It is the only place you can give a speech in silence but with strange thunder and lightening .It is where a flower can be planted,blossom,smell the scent and wither.Only where I can create a world from a formless universe.Create my Adam and Eve,my Cain and Abel,my Noah and Ark,my Isaac and Rebecca ,my Abraham and Sarah name them.I become a god with angels and a Lucifer to destroy.The urge to write is the urge to create more.I take a deep look into my archive and see the many worlds I have created.Some are incomplete while others are exaggerated.Some scare me and wonder how I created them,some touch my soul and revive it,some I just don't mind but tear and burn.The power of life and death is in my hands.I thought of it in my creations.That is when I realize ,God,really loves us!Yet we are too weak or blind to see that.He bestowed strange powers in each of us.He being the author of our lives,He knows better and unless we let him complete His world we cannot remain calm.He has the pen and only what he wrote or writing will be.Imagine,a book with my name in the library of God,complete and ready to be read with all the pages edited and no errors in it;with perfect binding and hard cover,all the people, events ;ugly and juicy together.The angels in turns or each who has a purpose to fulfil in my life grabbing a copy and reads ,then executes what is written at a time.A meeting on the high table on the next move,trying to find why am behaving this way and that way ,only to find it was a whole chapter of my life,with anguish and confusion.If all of us is a book in the library of God, how big could that library be?All names from A to z.Dead,alive and unborn,all in different corners. How big and busy is the God's press?The publishing houses, do they rest.But then,God is the author and editor and is strict,perfect and right,nothing is hard or too hard for Him.Thank you God for your awesomeness.