Wednesday, 31 October 2012


Bend down

Bend down low

Pick up the shattered pieces

The broken pieces of dreams once dreamt

Pick up the tiny bitty pieces of hope once held

The journey has just began

The destination still a distance away

Tie your sandle straps

And pick your walking stick

For the walk is going to be long

The road is long and hard

Rivers will be crossed

Trails will be followed into the jungle

An occasional tear here,

A rare smile there.

Hearts will be broken,

Trust will be lost,

Patience will be tested,

But in the  end,

The reward will be worth the wait.

Will you be there to recieve your reward?

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Monday, 29 October 2012


Today I am writer without inspiration,
I have no muse, so no imagination,
My page is blank without a creation,
I guess I wont be giving a recitation.
My heart is blank,
I wonder why I ,am stuck,
Maybe am just out of luck,
Or maybe i will have my muse back.

I am not one to talk much,
I was never blessed with speech as such,
But my words on paper are a match.
They express the feelings I lock inside a latch.

I am never one to fight,
I could never hold a fist tight,
But a pen expresses my might,
With it I can fight from morning till night

I am not one to draw,
When I try all I get is a creased brow,
But my words can draw a perfect crow,
In the mind I let a picture grow.

Saturday, 27 October 2012


Every night I close my eyes to rest I dream,
I dream of my country Kenya,

I dream of a Kenya free of hunger,
I dream of a Turkana rich in harvest.
I dream of a dessert filled with water projects
I dream of tall silos filled with grain,
I dream of the capital city,
Shimmering with lights of a booming 24 hr economy
I dream of hospitals with empty beds,
And schools filled with children laughing happily

I dream of clean markets,
And smooth clear high ways,
no more bumpy rides on overcrowded matatus
Every night I dream a boundless dream

Every night I close my eyes to rest I dream,
Of a parliament of only a handful,
Of leaders transparent and just,
I dream of tribal  unity,
Where we are simply Kenyans,
I dream of peaceful elections,
And the voting in of leaders with integrity,
No more ethnic supremacy,

I dream of happy geriatrics,
happy because they are well taken care of,
I dream of peaceful religious coexistence
Where Hindus, Muslims and Christians compliment each other

I dream of the youth thriving on their innovations,
Of talents flourishing in the society,
I dream of a happy  farmer, banker. driver, mother and son

I dream of a happy Kenya,
No hunger, no disease, no debt,
That is the Kenya for me.


Today I pray, take me away,
Put me in a safe place away,
Do not be swayed, I pray,
By a moment of weakness put forth,
By a prey, smartly dressed,
I am weak and fragile,
I have been shattered one time too many,
Give me time to mend,
Cradle some hope for me,
I will be okay, but after awhile,
So for now, let me heal.


 So today I was feeling really sorry for myself for having been rejected from this college I wanted to join for my masters and decided to read through peoples blogs. I have this reading list that  I had actually never read and so today I decided to actually do that and I found this nice story from my friend's blog Plus+254 Kenya: LOVE AND TIME HAVE TO GO HAND IN HAND. 
Everyone in the world is obsessed with love. The rich and the poor long to be loved with equal measure yet no one really understand the concept of love.Our hearts, when it comes to love act like they have their own minds.
Sometimes you find yourself feeling miserable and lonely. Wishing you had a special someone to go eat ice cream with but it seems you are alone. The funny thing is that there could be several people waiting for you to call to ask them out cause they are just in love with you. The sad thing is you feel nothing for them and when you try make yourself love them, you end up resenting them. Chances are you also like some one who is also not into you and the sad cycle continues.
why is love so complicated??????

Wednesday, 17 October 2012

Cranky Old Man

What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too!

Monday, 8 October 2012


My mind is a battle field,
Two hound are fighting visciously
Over and over again
One large, dark and sinster
Mean,arrogant and selfish,
The other one,
Lean, white and gentle,
Sweet, kind and faithful,
I am rooting for the white one
I champion for him loudly
Over and over again I call out,
Hoping that my voice will gve him strength,
Because it is me he is fighting for
Fighting for my presevation from sure destruction,
But somehow the dark one keeps winning,
My calls somehow makes him stronger,
And for a moment all i can hear ,
Are the fading whimpers of the white hound.
And I can feel my heart die inside.
Somehow I know I am to blame,
Then I hear this voice,
Telling me there is still hope,
Asking me to make a choice,
It's all inside you, it whispers to me,
Feed the white dog,
Make him stronger,
Starve the dark hound and he will be no more,
With that my mind is at peace,
The battle has been won

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Wednesday, 3 October 2012


I am a feather
Light and soft to touch
I can not recall from where I was plucked
Only the toss and turns of the wind
Today I rest for a moment
Then I am twirling up the sky
With the next gust of wind
I know not of my destination
Even though I yearn for rest
I have no will of my own
I am like a marionette
Tied with string to hands that bellow an invisible force
Sometimes I wonder
If the bird I once belonged to
Ever noticed my plucking
So now I rest
Because it is calm
Until the next wind comes
Where will I be tomorrow?
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