Pen ..

This is for all the times …

I let you push me around

I let you keep me down

I listened to you lies

I watched as you walked all over me

I made excuses for your conduct

I was afraid to make a single sound

I cried myself to sleep

I failed to clean out my closet

I was terrified to let you down

I broke my neck to give you perfectness

I wasted over half my life pleasing you


This is for all the times …

You said I’ll never make it

You said that I’ll never amount to anything

You told me to keep my mouth shut

You had my back up against the wall

You fed my fears and let them control me

You filled my stomach with butterflies

You put your hands on me

You stripped me of all confidence

You gave me nightmares

You wrote a list of those who matter but left me


Here I am and I will not run

Everything I was afraid to say I’m not afraid to say no more

Though my faith is riding on a string

I know it’s not too late for me to start over

The rage is gone and your lights are out

I’ve made a tight rope out of twine

Funny thing though, I don’t hate you

My shoulders no longer carry your weight

I’ve forgiven you

But I did it for me!




If only the our brains had a reset button

One that you can press and erase em

You know, the bad memories

The shadows of your mistakes

The grief’s of yester days

Maybe then tomorrow can be the morning after

Maybe then one can say goodbye to the grief

Maybe then one can breathe a sigh of relief


We’re here


Looking back

From where we’re from

The reality is clear

We’re here

Cos you made a way!


Our backs were on the wall

We had thoughts of quiting

Keeping the faith was hard

But we’re here

Cos you made a way!


We opted not to stop

Never running away from the combat

Now we’re celebrting

And we’re here

Cos you made a way!



3 simple words

This thing called Love …

Simon Muchendu’s Blog


Is it an infection that infects you?

Or maybe it’s a parasite that bites you

Is it in the air that we breath?

Or maybe we swallow it while we eat

I wonder if it’s a plague that hits you

It’s more like a fist that hits you

Cos it hurts whether its right or wrong!

It makes you miserable yet it’s beautiful

It makes you go crazy yet feel amazing

Can be as simple as 3 words

Or as complicated as the universe itself

This thing called love…


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proudly Kenyan


It’s the forty-seventh largest country in the world

It lies between 5o North and 5o South on the latitude

And 35o and 42o on the longitude

It neighbors’ five beautiful countries

Somalia to the north-east

Uganda to the west

Ethiopia and Sudan to the North

Tanzania to the South

Its home to over forty communities

Rich with wildlife savanna grasslands

Diverse wildlife reserves

Home to the Big Five African Beasts

From the central region you find the Mount Kenya

From a distance, the three peaks are visible

All located towards the center of the mountain, so incredible

They appear as if they’re hanging from the heavens

White clouds surround them from all the angles of elevation

The clouds make the lower part of the mountain invisible

Some white matter is evident

It must be snow, I’m confident

A home to endless beasts

From the mountain originates River Tana one of our greatest streams

Endless tributaries flowing downstream in screams

Providing over fifty percent of our electric power

Offering water to over a million people …

And a home to endless sea-life, hippos and crocodiles

This is our home

Proudly Kenyan


night watch


It’s like a jungle

all we do is hustle

all we do is struggle

playing a bugle

we be like strangers as we mingle

hoping not to strangle

sharing jokes as we giggle

Food prices be high so we haggle

Perfecting the art so we smuggle

our ears on the police so they wiggle

Nights so cold and our bodies tingle

As we look out for those who seek to burgle

Written and signed with a squiggle!


in a hundred words…


Life has a way of making or breaking us; I’ve been in its cruel mouth; chewed, screwed and left lying flat on my face; giving up was the only probable option. Though I’m still crawling, I’m glad I still have some spirit in me to scribble a few random thoughts on a napkin; though the words are still not flowing in my mouth; I acknowledge that I can open my mouth and in my mind there’s a traffic jam made of words; rhymes that are yet to be organized; stories yet to be told and poems yet to be scribbled …

the struggle continues


Until the day when I can proudly say that I am an African and never feel the pain of the stigmatization that comes with the name!

Until the day when they’ll understand the words coming out of my mouth without noticing my broken English

Until the day when Mr. Politician will stop selling us promises of prosperity yet our poverty grows

Until the day when we’ll stop blaming it on the government, the president and the rest

Until the day when our leaders will be held accountable for wrecking the economy

Until the day when we’ll truly know who we are by leading instead of following

Until the day when he that resists will not be condemned for seeking many questions

Until the day when I won’t be threatened for putting this in my fables

Until the day when we do something great today instead of waiting for tomorrow

Until that day … Our struggle continues!

And my heart cries for a peaceful Kenya


Baby gal..

When I look in your eyes I see stars
It’s me and you against the world
Baby it’s in the signs
And anything you want you can get it … daddy’s getting it done
You the reason why I keep the hundreds under the ones
And go through rain sleet and snow to kiss the sun

I surrender

to the Garden


I give up all my own plans and purposes,

My desires and hopes

I give myself, my life, and my all,

Wholeheartedly devoted to you

To be yours and yours forever

I accept your will for my life.