how long

How long, O LORD?

Will You forget me forever?

How long will You hide Your face from me?

How long shall I take counsel in my soul,

Having sorrow in my heart all the day?

How long will my enemy be exalted over me?

Psalm 13:1–2


let go

I walked away so GOD could be my ROCK!

Dear dad


If I was to give your job description I would say that you were an expert of all trades; you were a teacher, a preacher, a lecturer, an architect, an engineer, an electrician; a carpenter, a mason, a plumber. You were a driver, a mechanic, a farmer, a Jua kali operator; You are an investor, an executive director, a Chief Executive Officer, a financial planner, a procurement officer, a security manager.

You were the judge and the executioner; The lawyer and the prosecutor; with hands as hard as a pillar when I did wrong; yet soft and tender when I needed affection; You the master gardener who tended to every shoot; removed every wildflower; and placed me in a frame of opportunities;

You made understand that the sky is the limit when you sat there next to me as a young boy with a pen and a paper and gave me a hand with my schoolwork; If you were not the man that were to me, I wouldn’t be the man that I am today!

I hope and pray that one day I’ll be great a father as you were and still is to me. Love you dad!

With love; your son!

an idiot with a pen …

Simon Muchendu’s Blog

In an attempt to escape grim problems in my former life

I find myself aiming to capture lightning in a bottle

Been facing the night afraid and alone,

Worried that I’m becoming the man I used to be,

In the heart of the night you can find me

At a lighted corner of an isolated room

I clench my teeth in the darkness

Releasing words in my brain

In between rogue sachets,

Scribbling in my rhyme book

Putting my poetic thoughts on a piece of paper

Trying to make the best of the night

With nothing but the hope of sharing my dilemma

With those who share my effort because I am an addict

This is the delight of an idiot

Addicted to writing



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Reality check



He was this great guy who had a zeal for life; With money for everything he had it all figured out; He paid his bills, wrote checks and checked out as he carried his weight around; When I was young, he crossed my mind quite often mainly because he was the guy I was supposed to be when I was older!

Fast forward past my favored years; I’ve shed more tears than I can glare; I have more than enough baggage to spare; more than enough heartache to share and I still long for a place to belong cos I know that I know enough to know that I care but I often pretend to be;

Then I see my peers brag about the millions they got, I figure that it’s supposed to make me cold cos it appears that what they got is a lot more appealing than what I’ve got; So I find it ironic that we still meet in this game of life chasing a hundred more; So if what they got still doesn’t bring satisfaction then I’m left wondering what the point of this running?

I’ve never been afraid to get my hands dirty and as a matter of fact I work as hard as any other man; yet it seems like the  holes on my fishing net are abnormal cos I find myself questioning God; Why do I feel right in my lies yet I know the truth?

Although I feel like another rider trapped within the troops, I just had a meeting with God and I confessed my sins and I promised to work on my faith; I’ve been wrong before but I pray that this time I’m on the right track; so if I die tonight, I pray to God that my time is right;


For the love


Out of the desire to create a mastermind

Our minds are ever visualizing

We hope that perfect sentences will simply flow

So with pens and pencils in our hands

We scribble towards excellence

At the end of it all we take a look at the words

We glance at the images and the pictures

Never missing a subsection that’s inferior

A line or two almost always falls short

Yet we keep on scrawling

We write, rewind and rewrite

The love keeps us going

Love kind of does that

It opens our eyes and we sees beyond the imperfections

Beyond the faults and the inadequacies

Through it we see beyond that which lies ahead of us


I have conquered the world!

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Son; I am the creator of the heavens n earth

I am the one who was; who is; and is to become

The alpha n omega,

The beginning and end

And I see every lil’ thing that you do

I see when you smile

I see when you cry

I see when you rise up

I see when you lie down

And want you to know; your life is my biggest concern!

I know who you are

I know who you want to be

I know where you’re from

I know where you’re headed

In fact; I knew you way before you were born

I gave you that life that you keep on complaining about!

Did you know that I can take it back as I please?

And who told you that you can put your trust in a man or even yourself?

Who lied to you that life is…

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He could be coming back tonight


There is coming a time in God’s divine intervention

When He is going to once and for all do away with Satan

And with the fallen angels that followed him

As well as all of them demons

All the wickedness will be destroyed

He will divide the wicked and the righteous

Enemies freeing from his righteous blaze
He will deal with them all at some point.

And his kingdom will be forever established

I’m glad to know that he could be coming back tonight!

Giving in


Broken pieces

Shattered on the ground

Scattered all around


Tossing and turning

Grief addicted

Overwhelming outsider feelings

Strugling to pray

Feeling distant

I give in, put me back together