Tuesday, May 6, 2014

THE BLEED WITHIN BY Absolom Mburu

the gulp of fatal death creeping in
the riper of just and just left us to suffer
the skin of despair,revenge and insult
to shape the truth in this sad times
little do they know what holds the world together
the truth that so far from reality
its a shame to look forth to such a life
is trying to have hope on such a sudden death
Is their a reason to all this madness
a cry of the innocent to shed blood for the weak
the able government that lets its people suffer from fear
what do we have to gain better yet losing
Is this the solid foundation promised to build
solidarity tarnished to fate
the cry of the spear that sleighs the giant
where is hope and the kingdom that was to come
should we live in this fear and condemnation
well we shouldn’t be despaired neither judged,
we make history look like a novelty in this pain we go through
hear our cry,listen to what we have to say
we shouldn’t really learn from our mistakes,
we should correct what mistakes we made from the past to secure our future
watch the pray to learn its steps

Sunday, May 4, 2014

TEARS OF A NATION By Faith Mueni

What gets in the mind of a murderer?
There are so many prodigal sons
On our city streets they rum
Thirsty of blood and harm
Tonight there are homes broken
Kinsmen gathered to sight of their lost ones
In the graveyard they graze amid storms
Storms of fear and anguish
Of a life lost through a veiled source
Its an emergency!

Baby Osinya woke up yesternight
He is still calling for mama
The trauma still fresh on the young blood
Yet not a day has passed the hood
Without grieving screens of blasts
Baby's are calling for dying parents
Wives husbands no more
The natives hope have taken to the bush
Under a prophetic skies in a sea of peace we lived!
Its an emergency!

The enemy's sacred veil is no more
Holding the Scriptures he smiles doom!
And sends a death scent in the air
They have extinguished our mortal touch in life
Yesterday's wicked tongue bares today's tears
We are but painted pictures of clones
I'm stretching my hand from a distance
To pick that man left crippled by your acts
So tell me I plead,
What substance whereof are you made?

Of all wonders that I yet have heard
It seems most strange that men should kill
Seeing that death is a necessary end
It will come when it may but blasts
The Nation wails,my eyes are wet!
We hurry yet another innocent soul
As a blur of hope sets off the horizon
We are reduced to shadows of our honor
Tell us now life snatchers,till when do I weep
My heart tonight is in that coffin!


Condolences to all the families affected by the blast...My the Lord be with you
By

Faith Mueni

THE CRUSH WHO CRASHED ME.


Am on facebook,just stalking my friends then I come across Kevin-My eyes clouded as I stared into his unchanged handsomeness over the years.
The memories came flooding in...
I was a sophomore in college.I had a crush on this guy.I was in debate club so was he.For him it was as though I never existed.We talked, but he never really saw me the way I  wanted him to see me.He lived in my heart anyway.
The universe has a profound way of conspiring to give or put things the way you wish them to be despite how disheartening the situation is.Kevin and I were put in the opposing team.Meaning we had to meet often to discuss and rehearse.I was the happiest person  in the world-the ecstasy of liking him.

My heart fluttered as I saw Kevin coming. He was walking lazily towards the school hall where I was having my rehearsal for the annual school debate. He was so handsome my heart swooned, flipped, somersaulted just by his mere presence.
' Essy...' The sound of my own name on his lips sent shivers down my spine.
I cleared my throat. 'look at my points,do you think they are strong enough?'
 Ah...' He looked around the half-empty hall like he was looking around for someone he knew. His hands were on his pocket. 'Not now Esy,I really need to go.'

 I was disheartened. 'But...' I was fighting not to cry. 'But we have to do our rehearsal  together,tomorrow is the much awaited day...' Words would not come out peacefully so I was almost whispering.I felt betrayed.I liked this guy but I loved debate more so the feeling of loosing the debate due to poor rehearsal overwhelmed me.

"That,' He settled his gorgeous dark eyes on me again. "--is the reason I'm here. Essy.. I know your smart--intelligent. The debate will not be a big problem to you, right? I mean you can rehearse it without me but tomorrow  morning we can discuss briefly before the battle of wits.'
 "You are my partner Kevin..we should..." I sighed. The tears were hot now behind my lids. It just that I had been dreaming about this moment for days. I had been praying really, really hard for him to be my debate partner. God had been too good to grant me that wish yet....
"Pliz understand me." He cocked his head and gave me one of his heart-stopping smile as if his words didn't crush my world into dust. 'I have some important stuff going on,Essy. That's why I couldn't be with you to do this rehearsal.. You understand right?'
His dark eyes were intense on mine. Despite of my heavy heart, my body grew warm from his gaze. If only he knew how much a simple look, one simple smile could do a lot of extra-ordinary things into my being. He just didn't know.

He would never know.

'Okay.' I hope he wouldn't hear the sadness in my voice or the see the pain in my eyes.

'Thank you'

He held both my hands. The simple touch brought electricity shooting into my nerves. I desperately wanted time to stop but I need to pull my hands back before he noticed I was melting.

I should not show him what I truly feel for him or I would lose him and just thinking about losing Kevin crushed me entirely into nothingness.

I had to guard the secret forever

This relationship was okay with me. At least, I could still see him, talk to him if there's a need. Although, those conversation meant so little to him than what it meant to me.

Deep down I knew he was going to the drama club hall,as there was this lady -Sharon was the girl he wanted. Pretty and sexy little thing. Although nothing much was going inside her empty head but he didn't seem bothered about that either.
 My eyes followed him as he went away as I swallowed the painful lump in my throat.

By
 Esther Wavinya

Saturday, May 3, 2014

A CRY by mutie oscar ghitto

I cry to thee O rain!
I cry to thee heavens
I cry to thee floating clouds
Why dost thou lay claim,
To the keys of the tanks
And set free the pregnant drops
That shall fall on mine eyes
And wash my tears?

FEMALE-MALES

Men are the worst pretenders you will ever find in this world. Should we say that they are sort of Al-shabaab? the kind that will always send that thin cold sweat down our spines? Am a man and I do not refute that but then, if it were possible to change gender, I would BOLT like a prisoner of war having saved himself. The big question; what makes men such bad persons? Or are they? I believe that I will trigger a debate on this given that men will always have this huge-ego. Surely, it will not allow them to take such an insult lying down. It is therefore for this reason, this fear of persecution by fellow men that I would like to urge the Kenyan government to line me up in the witness protection program. I believe, according to the high profile witness accounts that I have, should be treated with equal measure like my good buddies who are willing to of course, fly to the Hague, and help in building the nation selflessly. For the meantime, I will welcome the good offer by the government with an open heart. Mark my words, I am being offered a gun. For those who want to dare me, am fully armed and, I know karate, Judo, Kung-Fu, and several other dangerous words.

Ever tried to find out what takes place in men's kamukunjis? If only you knew. It is a matter of fact that men are the best gossipers you will ever find in this God forsaken earth. There now ladies, you can comfort yourselves. The first secret is out. It is not actually the well-polished art of gossiping that make men sort of the wizards of gossip, the content is actually the central pole.  First, it is commonplace to hear men talking of how their female counterparts are "kids", todlers for that matter. For most men, this is usually the first agenda( it comes before the prayers). What follows after women have been declared toddlers? The declaration being the skeleton, the flesh is then attached. The most interesting thing about operation flesh attaching is that men have uniformed phrases that they will employ to achieve their desired goal. It is very normal to hear of phrases such as "women are like little babies. They do not know what they want. But they get to be fooled with a bar of candy. What fools!" another one will go on to say; " Is it even a wonder to find a WHOLE lawyer married to a makanga? That madam can defend the worst of criminals such that they walk scot-free but when it comes to matters of the bedroom, believe you me, she is a nursery school kid." It is grotesque isn't it? Wait until you here of how they describe their female counterparts in terms of "geograpy"

It is undoubtedly that  women have a good geography. Most of the times, the men will admire it. But do not be fooled. Each "hill" and each "lake" situated in the scope of the geography under scrutiny has to undergoe rigorous study. then statement such as " Some women are like billboards. Wait a minute! billboards are even better. These ladies are so flat, to and fro such that you would think that they are ironed every morning." another one will add his point "I believe that some must have grudges with their maker. It is not common that their maker decided to withdraw such crucial benefits. By God, am even curvacious than some people we know."

Ladies, let it not worry you when your man calls you certain undermining names. It is in their genes. You guys are better than them. Men are infact women. they are crybabies but will always pretend to be strongwilled. This is because they will always cry when having a bath, so that their tears will always be well disguised.  I even believe that men should start wearing skirts. Besides, their anatomy will back me. Or am I lying? Well, if you men want to be treated with respect, respect your female counterparts first. Understood?

    MUTIE OSCAR GHITTO 

DEAR FORGIVENESS

Dear Forgiveness,

My soul needs to understand your language,the souls of many too.Am writing to you so that you can hear our pain and tell us how we should forgive yet the language of the universe gives us so many reasons to hate,to kill,to destroy,to cry,to torture,the list is endless.Mr.forgiveness.They tell me,The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.If we hold a grudge against someone, the door to God will be closed. It will be absolutely closed, with no way to him. Only if we forgive others will we be forgiven.Is this true? How? Tell me in a language that is easy for my soul no matter how hard it is can listen.


Why Forgive? brings together survivors of crime, betrayal, bigotry, and abuse - and ordinary men and women plagued by everyday strife.How do you forgive someone who killed your family member in your presence,burnt your house to ashes,blow off your business deal due to selfish motives,how Mr.Forgiveness how? The woman or man who destroy a marriage that took so long to build? The best friend who betrayed your trust ? The employee who woke up and told you we no longer need your services yet you have no bank account? The couple who decide to end things because you are not financially stable yet they ate and drunk with you when you had plenty? The person you thought made you whole,gave meaning to your life leaving you for another person and you find it hard to let go due to memories and promises you made?  How do you forgive that person who physically you abuse you? That driver whose careless driving kill all your family members?That landlord who locked you out for not paying rent for two months yet you have been doing so for five years? That couple who decided you will not see kids your sired together,your blood and flesh?

How do you  discover a miracle in your own heart that allows you to reach out and begin to build between you a bridge of reconciliation? You keep on rubbing this on my face -To be wronged is nothing, unless you continue to remember it.How do you want me not to remember all  these nefarious activities and channel forgiveness?You tell me if I don't  leave my bitterness and hatred behind, I'd  be in prison.Your language clearly tells me not forgiving is like drinking rat poison and then waiting for the rat to die.

My soul intuitively understood your paradoxical nature-Mr.Forgiveness,or should I call you Mrs/Ms as women forgive easily.The bitter truth is, unless you let go, unless you forgive yourself, unless you forgive the situation, unless you realize that the situation is over, you cannot move forward.As hate in your heart will consume you too .You have everything to do with relieving oneself of the burden of being a victim--letting go of the pain and transforming oneself from victim to survivor.

Please Forgiveness liaise with Mr.Universe so that he can be lenient.For my part what I can not love I will overlook.lets work together.
By
  Esther Wavinya

BANK ACCOUNT

<p>Imagine there is a bank account that credits your account each morning with $86,400. It carries over no balance from day to day.
Every evening the bank deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day. What would you do? Draw out every cent, of course?
Each of us has such a bank. It's name is TIME.
Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds.
Every night it writes off as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to a good purpose.
It carries over no balance. It allows no over draft. Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the remains of the day.
If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours. There is no drawing against "tomorrow."
You must live in the present on today's deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness and success!</p>The clock is running!! Make the most of today
To realise the value of ONE YEAR, ask a student who failed a grade
To realise the value of ONE MONTH, ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby
To realise the value of ONE WEEK, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper
To realise the value of ONE HOUR, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet
To realise the value of ONE MINUTE, ask a person who just missed a train
To realise the value of ONE SECOND, ask someone who just avoided an accident.
To realise the value of ONE MILLISECOND, ask the person who won a silver medal at the Olympics
Treasure every moment that you have! And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time with. And remember time waits for no one
Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why its called the present. 
By 

Sen Keli