Stories and Poems From Kenyans

Friday, May 9, 2014

HUNGER FOR LIGHT BY Sen Keli

I lie in my lonely bed,
eyes fixed on the ceiling,
one that i cant see,
bcoz darkness sorrounds me,
loudly mocking,
daring me to see through it

I slowly give in; unsure at first,
but as my hunger grows,
the hunger for light,
the one thing that can brighten not only the room,
but also my heart, my life..

And my old resolve is renewed,
as i slowly drift to the land where dreams rule,
i vow to find my light,
even if it will take every ounce of my strength,
to make my heart glow like a shining star
to make my life be bright again

So help me Lord
By
Sen Keli

WOE'S ME BY #‎SymonThePoet‬

Among the fools,i was a fool
A fool to be played around like a swimming pool
I was wrong,maybe a provoking song
A song titled no place,i have no place
I have no home,no home,life like dome.
I talk the real talk,that made love real mock
I have no doubt,i shouldn't be soft
vowed like no life without love,endless love
Giving in fully i guess, i never knew it will be a mess
Love for real love i thought it's chess,a game of mess.
Woe's, am stupid i bent on my knee
I thought she was the key to me
Like mirrors i kept coming back for more,may be i didn't know
Like it seem,it was only just a dream
It was meant to be love of pain,took me insane.
Tormenting my feeling,when it was up the ceiling
Taking liquor,beer maybe would be my seer
Depression took my way,i still love you took my say
Thinking like never before,stress fatigued me more
But i bet one day,she will realize the way.
By
#‎SymonThePoet‬

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

THE EXPLORATIONS OF LIFE

Let us explore life as it is
Let us not expect too much that it can offer
Often are times that we wish that our lives were like this or like that
I do not say that it is wrong, but when we are busy doing this, the best
part of our lives goes unnoticed and we are broken hearted all over again
Life is but a big dream. A big dream that comes into life when you open your eyes.
We can only live for the day, hoping that our good Lord will grant us one more day
It is not wise to hold onto the past, it is already gone. We can only learn from it.
It is not wise to dream of the future, it is uncertain. It is a mystery.
When we are overcome by life's troubles, it is not good to panic,
It only flares the problem rather than solving it. So what should we do?
We should keep calm, we should believe in ourselves and tackle the hurdles head-on

Tears are sacred, therefore, they should not be shed anyhow
They are kind that is meant to cleanse our hearts after a breakdown
But often of times, we shed tears of trivial details of life that do not matter.
If only we realized how frugality would help us in tackling our life's problem,
We would engulf it with our open heart.
Keeping this in mind, let then make sure that each tear is shed for a reason;
For a gone son, for a gone daughter, for a gone parent, for gone family, for our pathetic sins, for joy
An never for greed, for individualism, for fornication, for the pleasures of adultery, no the thrill of paedophilia
God knows our hearts, for nothing is ever hidden from him. Keeping this in mind, let us live in harmony with each other, and in harmony with ourselves

For those who have faith in God, let us make our faith count
It is a blessing to cling onto your faith, believing that rewards shall follow later, or to believe and expect nothing in return
We often are practical atheists, the kind that believe in God but do not act as if there is none
It is this act that is but a betrayal of ourselves
There is nothing that darkens the face like when the words conflict with the actions
It is a fracture that induces itself on our personality, our true selves
What then is it to be done? To believe or not to believe?
To follow our hearts is best of the options. It would not kill us if we followed our hearts,
But those which are guided by reason, which having subdued to the will of God, has firm boundaries and roots
Let us understand that it is the our actions that matter, that shall be judged, that shall determine our happiness

Mutie Oscar Ghitto

THE SAD STORY

The waves of cool music reaches my ears, it is so wonderful a music. Classic I would say. Am in my room actually, chilling out because I like being a loner. Its like a gift to me but then I should not be so sure of that. Several moments pass, the music continues to play its magic on me. Then I can feel my spirits rising, my fingers itching. It occurs to me that something must be done so I dish out my laptop from its bag. A click on the power button and it is already roaring into life. Am on high spirits, so I open on of my poem folders to peruse a little. I read a little of robert frost, pablo neruda, John keats, only to realise that mine heart is not interested in the poems. It wants something else. Am a bit devastated because it is a general thought of mine that poetry is the kind that eases mine heart, but in this case it does not. So I shut mine eyes and reflect for a minute or so. Facebook it is!

The notifications are kind of beseeching me to take a look, with fancy pictorials and art. It is by this reason only that I agree to peruse them. It is indeed a wide spectrum of nonsense. Lot
of crap I should say, ranging from horny girls with their provocative, desperate , sick texts, to texts that have no any regard at all to either the content or the grammar. It is the trace of a few English words that convince me that the fellow had attempted to communicate in the language. He must be the kind that flouts the class....anyway, am sick with all of that rubbish littered in my notification folder. A tear escapes my eyes. It is very sad that we are loosing the value of our education if what I have seen has not been squiggled by a robot of a sort. Am about to close the folder when a certain notification decides to arrest mine eyes. It is a picture of a gym goer with his shirt of. An overt show off attempt, however it is the tag below that captures my eyes. A sort of a letter to an imaginary husband. It looks juicy, so I click it and wait for about a second before I can read it. It is indeed juicy, written in the kind of English that makes me fall in love with the article. The author must surely be an experienced writer. Her use of the very hard words is simply amazing. She uses them in the way that they capture your attention. Am so captivated with the structure of the article that I do not regard the under lying message. Taking not of this, I take a look. The message is plain sick. I realize that it is the kind of sick fantasies that women spend the rest of their lives on. The kind of dreams that can never become true even if God himself gave the go ahead. I have no words to describe it. Was it not foe the structure of the article, I would have shut the machine, only that my eyes could not stop admiring the neatly and carefully arranged work.

I will never understand women when it comes to courtship and marriage. Period! For God's sake, some of this kind of ideas women have in their heads are plainly sickening. If one day I would find that I have mistakenly swiped my head with that of a woman, then it would be the end of the world for me. I would simply cease to exist. It is a wonder that women can spend some considerable moment of their lives, actually the rest of their lives thinking about marriage. I don't know, the perfect husband, the perfect cubes, perfect laughter, perfect sense of humor, perfect eyes, perfect nose, perfect leg, perfect kidney, perfect lungs, perfect cerebelum, perfect nervous system. Surely, I do not have any idea where this will end. It is so sickening. Surely, who does that? (except women of course)

Women have to be made to understand that life is but a fleeting thing. You cannot spend the rest of your days thinking about one thing, especially those tiny vague details. There is more to life than marriage and shear stupid holiness. By God, how do you expect men to remain faithful, and the good humble husbands whilst you women are always flirting, breaking people's hearts and crushing people's dreams? That one surely has got to stop. It is not holy and will never be holy. Men are not objects, they are not jewelry so stop looking for perfection. Men are not angles so stop daydreaming of those men who will spend their lives waiting for a girl that they do not know whether she even exists. The best way to enjoy life is to live for the day. To thank God of what he has given you. Do not dare step on the other side of the boundary, surely that is where you get hurt, then you are yapping all over the place that men are dogs. That is so abusive. Who says that? Do not even answer me. So ladies, it is time to live for the day like normal human beings do. Drop that perfection nonsense and you will realize how life can be fun. Nice time guys

Mutie Oscar Ghitto

HILARIOUS LETTER TO FUTURE KENYAN HUSBAND

Dear Future Kenyan Husband

I had vowed never to write you a letter but after the signing of the marriage bill,I could not hold on to my pledge.Kenyan men have proved to be polygamous in nature and are very proud of letting the world know.I know my man is not among them,he does not go with the crowd,he deeply cherish to have one woman till he dies.I won’t ask where you are or what you’ve been doing,(Hoping you ain’t flirting with chicks online,or having someone coming over your place for the holiday to be chipsfungwad or planing to go and pick a random chick from the club) because your answer would be the same as mine. Preparing your experiences, your stories, your quirks and flaws, to fall neatly in place with mine to make something beautiful.