I had a dream

In my dreams life’s a book

Plain on the outside

Blank on the inside

With pages yet to be scripted

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Our life’s the headline

So as we walk in the sunshine

Each one of lays out their storyline

Daily we write and lay out an outline

Our choices marks our lifeline

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Every day’s like a new page

With it we set a new stage

Some can’t let go of their past age

Others worry about the future age

Mainly missing the present age

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It’s all about grabbing each opportunity

So to fill this lil gap I saw in my society

I’m putting in my two cents of sobriety

Living my life like a pen from sun city

Shinning now cos soon this sun will set

Writing my story through songs and poems

I seek no political power

Just lyrical power

Armed with a mission is to inspire

To right some wrongs is what I desire

Do up until the last page of this column

When I’ll have to put this pen down

Kids …

Daily you look at ’em
And wonder about ’em
What will they be
How will they turn out?

You strive to teach ’em
You endevour to mould ’em
In your own way you shield ’em
Cos all you can do is love ’em

Your children learn by modeling you
Your behavior teach ’em more than your words
So show em, don’t just tell em
It’s the only way to real and lasting impact

Learning

An old man once said that life is short
From then I chose to pay more attention
So I set myself on a quest to learn
I’m learning that I have so much to learn

I’m loud where I should be quiet
And quiet when I should be loud
I’m my own quantum of solace
So I’m learning how to whisper

When I have nothing to say
I’d rather just stay quiet
Maybe that’s what it means being an introvert
So I’m learning to be myself

I have a problem with trust
So how can I trust you?
When I don’t trust me!
So I’m learning to trust in God

Heaven, a hug please

Out of the desire to create a mastermind
My mind is ever on the grind
Unending thoughts keep on rushing
I’m always visualizing
So I keep communication lines between my brain and my pen open
I desire and hope that perfect sentences will simply flow
But today …
My brain’s overwhelmed
My body’s exhausted
My strength’s all but faded
Dear Lord give me rest
Heaven I need a hug

Lost faith

He looks up to a blank a ceiling
Alone, a bright corner, a dark room
A lil colder, a lil shivering n a lil mumbling
His eyes just won’t close
His brain just won’t let him be
Thoughts, fears, worries compete
A dance of troubled dragons
’til the break of dawn
His mind is ever looking over his shoulders
So in his search peace of mind
He buries his fears on white napkins
This way he finds a place to spend his quiet nights,
A place where he can drink liquor and calm down his bickering brain!
This creates a setting for him to unwind
His pen and white napkins take him to a place where life is a lil easy
Allows him to let go of the pressures of life
Against all odds, though life is hard he carries on
His tears flow on blank sheets
somehow he rises over his mess and resolves not to quit
As the sun rises he believes, so he can achieve
He smiles
Then the calls start rolling in … bills, lenders, chaos
Is he a victim of things he did to maintain, he wonders
And his faith is lost again!

@muchendujnr

In God I believe

 

I have always been a believer

believerin a truine God

Even in my darkest hour

Or when clothed in tangible fear

Through and through in my despair

I still believe!

There’s been occasions

More like seasons (if you think about it)

When I struggled with doubts

And my faith was shaken to it’s core

I still knew with absolute certainty

That God was lovingly present in my life

I accept that life is in it’s own way unfair

Still waters can be elusive

But still my belief in a just God

Remains unwavering

To me denying God’s existence …

Translates to denying my own existence

Madaraka

They are people; just like us with
Mothers just like
Fathers, just like us
Brothers and sisters, just like us
Born in this country, just like us
They hope to be free, just like us
With dreams, to reach for the stars, just like us
With wishes, that their children will grow up without scars, just like us
So it doesn’t matter where they come from, they’re just like us
Whether they be rich or poor, they’re just like us
So before you point that finger
Before you post that tribal comment on Facebook
Before you throw that stone
Be sure to remember
Before our backgrounds and our differences
WE ARE KENYANS FIRST!