tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417442517116177932024-02-19T01:55:18.030-08:00Anonymous Angelrandom thoughts, words and composition of a restless mind. Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41744251711617793.post-33554595473836161022015-04-20T21:12:00.001-07:002015-04-20T21:15:46.166-07:00Bon voyage<p dir="ltr">Today is a bleak day for us<br>
Don't be sad if you are watching<br>
It's only natural we mourn your passing<br>
If you can see us don't be saddened by out tears<br>
Its just a sign of the love you put in our hearts<br>
It only shows that you will be missed <br>
Its the wish that we met more often<br>
Its the goodbye we never had a chance to say<br>
So smile if you watching <u>us</u><br>
All who will gather today<br>
Are people whose lives you touched<br>
A husband, a son, and a grandson <br>
A brother, a cousin an uncle and friend<br>
You gave us your all <br>
We can only say thank you<br>
So rest in peace Dan<br>
Your time with us was a blessing  <br>
We will always miss you</p>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41744251711617793.post-36377994803133557212015-03-20T10:51:00.000-07:002015-03-20T10:51:10.004-07:00The FirstI love and i lost<div>
I found the other part of me and I let it go</div>
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All those memories keep me company everyday</div>
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Even when i crave solitude</div>
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Sometimes they make me blush</div>
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Sometimes they make smile</div>
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Sometimes they make me angry</div>
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Sometimes I just don't know</div>
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I still dream of you</div>
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I still remember your scent</div>
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You were the very best</div>
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And I still let you go </div>
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Whatever paths our lives take</div>
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You will always be my first love</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41744251711617793.post-55813559368398424022015-03-20T10:44:00.000-07:002015-03-20T10:44:03.367-07:00HappyMy eyes shine with happiness<div>
My feet are quick to dance</div>
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Sounds of mirth escape my lips all day</div>
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My heart has never been this light</div>
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My being is in in a secret </div>
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One that i know not of </div>
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So I take this chance to swirl</div>
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And be happy</div>
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Cause for the first time ever</div>
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I feel i am home</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41744251711617793.post-83276485140322105762014-11-20T09:34:00.002-08:002014-11-20T09:34:38.661-08:00Kenyan HerosThe lay under the foreign sun<br />
Beneath the scorching sun<br />
Their mourns echoing in the desolate valley<br />
All waiting to breathe their last<br />
<br />
Away went the smoking guns<br />
Bobbling up and down on the herders back<br />
Desperate tears and heart felt pleas<br />
Of broken fathers and scared sons<br />
Bounced off on a hardened heat<br />
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There they lay<br />
Knowing death was certain<br />
But still hoping for a chance<br />
To say I'm sorry<br />
To say I care<br />
To say thank you<br />
To say good bye<br />
<br />
On foreign soil their blood seeped<br />
They died for their country<br />
Alone in a forsaken valley<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41744251711617793.post-39050490443803625522014-05-06T11:54:00.002-07:002014-05-06T11:54:35.891-07:00HOW?Anger is all i feel<div>
Pure searing anger</div>
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How can you say llife is fair?</div>
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How can you ask me to hold on to my pride</div>
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How?</div>
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I have none left</div>
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How can I?</div>
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He danced while I cried</div>
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He swirled and turned in merriment</div>
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When I was sniffing and blowing my nose sore</div>
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I stayed awake weeping</div>
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He was awake chasing Njeri Chebet and Awuor</div>
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I remained faithful to the end</div>
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He was faithful to being a mans man</div>
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How can you ask me to let it go?</div>
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How?</div>
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Anger is all i feel</div>
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When I remember how stupid my innocence was</div>
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When I remember how loyal I was</div>
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I feel stupid thinking how pathetic I seemed</div>
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To all his friends who new </div>
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Ignorance is not bliss</div>
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How can can it be?</div>
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How?</div>
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How can you say life is fair </div>
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When he gallops away into the sunset</div>
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And disappears into the horizon of domestic bliss</div>
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While I am left picking pieces of myself</div>
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Still wondering how a person can be so heartless</div>
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And yet you say life is fair</div>
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How?</div>
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Where is karma when you need it?</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41744251711617793.post-86295143555385807922014-04-21T13:18:00.001-07:002014-04-21T13:18:26.420-07:00Marriage<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>It was meant to be a victory<br/>
But all this is a mockery<br/>
What happened to the bravery<br/>
They promised a tantalizing mystery<br/>
It all turned out to be misery<br/>
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It all starts with the promises<br/>
then the betrayals in the premises<br/>
not even sparing the offices<br/>
It was all written on the notices<br/>
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They laugh at the brokeness<br/>
They say its the stupid innocence<br/>
They claim all the naughtiness<br/>
Is just a part of the business<br/>
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Its not for all this marriage<br/>
Neither is it for weak hearts this carriage<br/>
It demands only courage<br/>
Not a soul with a bandage<br/>
Otherwise it only be bondage<br/><p style='font-size: xx-small' align='right'>posted from <a href='https://market.android.com/details?id=pl.przemelek.android.blogger'>Bloggeroid</a></p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41744251711617793.post-9202208084520485002014-04-21T12:54:00.001-07:002014-04-21T12:54:28.075-07:00Cycle of life <div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>As sure as the sun rises, <br/>
So will it set<br/>
As sure as we were born,<br/>
So shall we die<br/>
As sure as we laugh<br/>
So shall we cry<br/>
As sure as we dance<br/>
So shall we mourn <br/>
As sure as we meet<br/>
So shall we part <br/>
Its all part of nature<br/><p style='font-size: xx-small' align='right'>posted from <a href='https://market.android.com/details?id=pl.przemelek.android.blogger'>Bloggeroid</a></p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41744251711617793.post-15101177815140579012014-04-21T12:53:00.001-07:002014-04-21T12:53:58.376-07:00Cycle of life <div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>As sure as the sun rises, <br/>
So will it set<br/>
As sure as we were born,<br/>
So shall we die<br/>
As sure as we laugh<br/>
So shall we cry<br/>
As sure as we dance<br/>
So shall we mourn <br/>
As sure as we meet<br/>
So shall we part <br/>
Its all part of nature<br/><p style='font-size: xx-small' align='right'>posted from <a href='https://market.android.com/details?id=pl.przemelek.android.blogger'>Bloggeroid</a></p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41744251711617793.post-23022363165175848392014-03-05T11:26:00.004-08:002014-03-05T11:26:50.012-08:00A Little Too Late?There is an African saying that says a dying ear will not be healed despite all sorts of medication. It is true in my case. And in many other peoples lives; at least I am finally brave enough to admit the ugly truth.<div>
How many times have I been down this road? How many times have I vowed that what was going to be the last time? For how long will I let myself down?</div>
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Its my fourth time in he hospital. My face filled with bruises and my bedsisde table filled with fresh, brightly colored roses bursting with life and tons of get well cards.</div>
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I am in a private room of course with a sign reading no visitors allowed because you see my husband is a respected man in the society. No one must know. He is the golden man. Handsome and filled with charisma. He emits power and respect that makes everyone who stands before him want to stand stairghter and to always refer to him as Mister or Mkubwa. I am of course the regal poised wife who always smiles politely and makes every woman wish to be me.</div>
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At least this time I managed to let my sister know where I was. Lonliness can be too much sometimes that I would rather have my sister tell me I told you so than to stare at the blinding white of the hospital walls keeping me captive.</div>
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I tell myself that I dont know how things got bad or what changed but deep down I know its a lie. I know exactly what happened. I was not blind; I just chose to look the other way. I didn't want to be the fool who let the man with great potential go. I was momentarily blinded by stupid hope for a happy ever after where the frog turns into a fine prince after seeing the errors of his ways and whisks my away into a golden sunset. </div>
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It all started by a remark that seemed harmless, then an insult followed by lavish gifts. Time came with money, prosperity and of course arrogance and the rest was history.</div>
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I knew I was in trouble but how could I leave when he was running for office? Then I was the lady besides mheshimiwa. Another name for a puppet. "How can you leave mheshimiwa?" They say. "You have everything. Stop whining and count your blessings" Well my blessings landed me here with more than a broken bone and no self worth.</div>
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I blame myself. I was warned more than once but I was too head strong. You see I was in love. The roses, the gifts and the sweet words made things a little confusing.Its been years; almost half of my life gone like dew before the morning sun. I have forgoten how to laugh and how to live. I hope its not too late for me to pick up the little pieces that are still left.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41744251711617793.post-73299630965407893302014-02-06T12:11:00.003-08:002014-02-06T12:11:56.361-08:00PURE LOVEI see him and my heart melts<br />
His smile makes my feet shake<br />
The sound of his voice makes my insides feel warm<br />
And a touch of his hand makes me feel loved<br />
If this is not love<br />
Then I dont know what love is<br />
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He holds his hand in mine with pride<br />
And his eyes light up with joy when am in sight<br />
He seeks me out for comfort<br />
Just as he does when hurt and needs help<br />
Wouldn't you say this is love?<br />
<br />
I hold his head on my chest<br />
As he falls asleep every evening<br />
He sights in his sleep<br />
And I know that he too is contented<br />
I know he loves me too<br />
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So go to sleep little nephew of mine<br />
Aunty is watching over you<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41744251711617793.post-74747715488070916892014-02-06T11:59:00.000-08:002014-02-06T11:59:23.382-08:00I Give UpI give up<br />
Yes<br />
I give up<br />
I raise my hands in surrender<br />
And admit I that I cannot do it anymore<br />
I am not weak<br />
Oh no am not<br />
But I give up<br />
Just because I realize<br />
That I am actually stronger<br />
Stronger than those jeering faces<br />
Those prejudiced voices<br />
Trying to make me conform<br />
I give up trying to fit in<br />
Because I am different<br />
And different is okay<br />
I give up<br />
Yes I give up<br />
And I am not going to hang my head I shame<br />
Just because I accept that I am different<br />
And different is not wrongUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41744251711617793.post-38224915936332238432014-01-29T21:44:00.001-08:002014-01-29T21:44:39.872-08:00Dance of The Dead <div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>I dance on this grave with mirth<br/>
I sing with glee as i twist and turn<br/>
I have never been this merry<br/>
You may say I am cold<br/>
I will say you are right<br/>
Because it's true<br/>
Beneath the soil am dancing on<br/>
Is the old me<br/>
The old me full of stupid ignorance<br/>
Along with my warm heart<br/>
Buried deep down the soil<br/>
The old me that was killed by the society<br/>
Expecting too much from me<br/>
Now am happy<br/>
Dancing around with my cold heart<br/>
That cares nothing of the hypocritical society<br/>
That killed the good old me.<br/><p style='font-size: xx-small' align='right'>posted from <a href='https://market.android.com/details?id=pl.przemelek.android.blogger'>Bloggeroid</a></p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41744251711617793.post-7372787118305252962014-01-25T11:21:00.000-08:002014-01-25T11:21:02.879-08:00Ashamed to be KenyanWill I be painted a traitor when I say I am no longer proud to be a Kenyan? <div>
Will I be labeled a whites man groupie when i say id rather go away to the white mans land?</div>
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What will you call me when I say all I think of is the other world depicted as Canaan </div>
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Far away from this God forsaken Egypt?</div>
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Call me a traitor I say again</div>
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But every time I close my eyes i see i dream of smooth roads</div>
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I dream of my little son playing in a colorful gym as i look on</div>
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I dream of a life </div>
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where my hard work pays off fairly</div>
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Not where the boss takes what is rightfully yours</div>
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I long for a government that will take care of its retirees</div>
<div>
Who contributed to the fund only to be left out in the cold</div>
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I long for a government </div>
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Which will let my taxes work for me</div>
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Not one that makes me pay tax for the litattle chicken i keep</div>
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For that visitor who drops in unannounced</div>
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Or for my children during the festive season</div>
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I am ashamed of my government</div>
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I ashamed of my leaders</div>
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I am proud to be Kenyan,</div>
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But am not proud to be this kind of Kenyan</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41744251711617793.post-52223213297443909372014-01-17T12:33:00.002-08:002014-01-17T12:33:44.970-08:00Mraiashe walks and swings<div>
her wares on her woven head</div>
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her skin is dark</div>
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her lips are thick with a natural pout</div>
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she ties her kanga but bares her breast</div>
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and ahead she forges</div>
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they call her <i>mraia,</i></div>
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i call her super woman </div>
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she tends her goats and cooks the meals</div>
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its in the hot dessert sun but she does it all</div>
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they say she is backward</div>
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i admire her resilience</div>
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while we have all transformed</div>
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to the white man's way</div>
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she keeps strong </div>
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with her fat from the goats</div>
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and traditional body markings</div>
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she weaves her house and weaves her beads</div>
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she walks with pride and holds her head high</div>
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<img src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSCZVz31A4fJrP2dTUm72zasXlIrz0iYuKn6_HLLtYZ1_Y7Z_kzXA" /></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41744251711617793.post-68709531441480785902014-01-17T11:58:00.002-08:002014-01-17T11:58:44.850-08:00I and Il took a chance I took wrong turn,<div>
I made a choice I picked the wrong side</div>
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I said I lacked courage I know I lied</div>
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I wonder sometimes if I did right</div>
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Most of the times I hope i never find out</div>
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I gaze ahead my eyes are glazed</div>
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I see nothing there is a haze blocking my sight</div>
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I dream I wish I hope</div>
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I am afraid to reach out</div>
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I might and yet grasp nothing</div>
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I wonder I am scared</div>
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I know it could be that day</div>
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It could be that day I dread</div>
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I hope its not</div>
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I know its coming</div>
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I know I will never be ready</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41744251711617793.post-64963893705760353212013-12-20T01:43:00.003-08:002013-12-20T01:43:53.768-08:00Adventure to the desert Its true that you have to open your palms wide, let go of what you have and what you know to receive something new.<br />
New things mean change and change is never easy. It requires courage. it requires us to rise to the challenge and step out of our comfort zone in order to gain something better. Despite the reward promised at the end of the long process, we still remain hesitant to make the first step towards making a chnge<br />
Why is she talking about change; you may ask. Today marks my first month in the Kenyan dessert. <br />
That marks the biggest change I've ever made in my life. I took a leap of faith and somehow found myself sitted in a crowded country bus heading to a destination I knew nothing of other than its really dry , hot and full of people dying from malnutrition; I was wrong.<br />
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With every bump and every sharp corner or steep slope I kept on asking myself ; am I doing the right thing? Everyone kept telling me that nothing was worth the desert conditions but my defiant spirit wanted to prove them wrong even though I was never sure of anything.<br />
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After nine hours of a harrowing journey, I reached my destination. <br />
While I was used to lush carpet grass from the hilly Uasin Gishu region. I was welcomed with a gust of sandy wind and a cushion of coarse sand under my feet. No grass was in sight.<br />
While I was used to air conditioned shopping malls and fancy food joints all I could see were rows of dusty items in dingy buildings they called supermarkets and the only food joints were those selling differently cooked goat meet or "pilau" from our Muslim brothers.<br />
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The desert town is packed with speeding motorcycles with no regard for traffic rules but hey its almost like a ghost town (read lawless) as far as traffic rules are concerned. Its the one place where its safer for a pedestrian to walk in the middle of the road than on the far side.<br />
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Its been three months now and I have been dancing to the desert tune since then and getting better by the day. I can say am glad I took a step to the unknowne next till the adventure comes.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41744251711617793.post-7860658558291950492013-12-20T01:29:00.002-08:002013-12-20T01:29:50.168-08:00Kenyan Lifeevery day we toil<br />
from sun rise to sunset<br />
we plaster a smile on<br />
and brave the wild world<br />
we are grateful for tiny blessings<br />
we cushion the scattered bumps<br />
ahead we forge<br />
with the hope of a better future<br />
we get pulled back<br />
every now and then<br />
we fall on our bums<br />
but like a phoenix we rise<br />
we rise we rise we rise<br />
we shake the dust off and move on<br />
its the only way we knowUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41744251711617793.post-24094844195802940422013-11-30T12:52:00.001-08:002013-11-30T12:52:56.693-08:00Good Bye <div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>I remeber that sad morning,<br/>
When we choose to walk our different paths,<br/>
The sun mourned with me,<br/>
And the cold weather mirrored my broken beart,<br/>
Every step I took,<br/>
Shattered the already broken pieces,<br/>
I braved the cold as I willed my tears not to fall,<br/>
I held my head high and fought to walk staight,<br/>
I smiled and waved goodbye,<br/>
I was dying inside.<br/>
I could not fathom,<br/>
Why I was not enough?<br/>
Why did you say the things you said?<br/>
Then burst my bubble,<br/>
And let me tumble from the ninth cloud to hell?<br/>
I loved you but that was all in vein.<br/>
I hope that one day I will forget you,<br/>
But until then I hope you remain in my unconsious mind<br/><p style='font-size: xx-small' align='right'>posted from <a href='https://market.android.com/details?id=pl.przemelek.android.blogger'>Bloggeroid</a></p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41744251711617793.post-10197891534315880902013-11-30T12:05:00.001-08:002013-11-30T12:05:10.780-08:00Falcon <div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>In the depth of the abbys a falcon rose,<br/>
Strong, regal, beautiful- a sight to behold<br/>
A long cry from what was<br/>
A broken bird,<br/>
On the brim of sure death,<br/>
Eyes glazed with defeat,<br/>
A faltering cry,<br/>
A quiet wail for help,<br/>
A fledging spirit on the verge of giving up,<br/>
Then a tiny flame of resolve flickers<br/>
Flickers and burns bright<br/>
A resolve to restore<br/>
The true beauty of a falcon<br/>
A beauty robbedby arrogance and malevolence,<br/>
A trench of emotional turmoil,<br/>
Dug out by continous flow of scathing undertones,<br/>
Countinous undertones that eventually break,<br/>
Even hard rocks gives way to strong waves,<br/>
But no more,<br/>
Feathers preened,<br/>
Beautiful, firm and elegant<br/>
Perching with the head held high like on a pedestal,<br/>
A sure sign of defiance and strength,<br/>
She is a falcon after all<br/><p style='font-size: xx-small' align='right'>posted from <a href='https://market.android.com/details?id=pl.przemelek.android.blogger'>Bloggeroid</a></p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41744251711617793.post-55046097468354417832013-11-18T21:44:00.001-08:002013-11-18T21:44:02.309-08:00Jesus the Bearer of Hope <div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>It is silent now on that ugly hill,<br/>
The mocking crowds have gone their way<br/>
And mourning friends, who had followed him,<br/>
In grief had laid their Lord away.<br/>
<br/>
His disciples meet behind closed doors,<br/>
In unbelief, sorrow and fear,<br/>
Their hopes have fled in the days just past,<br/>
And the pain seems too much to bear.<br/>
<br/>
In their dark room filled with pain,<br/>
With unbelief sorrow and fear,<br/>
Suddenly came the risen Lord,<br/>
And drove away every tear.<br/>
<br/>
To the weary heart in a room thats<br/>
Closed by fear, sorrow, doubt and pain,<br/>
The saviour comes with his loving touch,<br/>
And brings hope and piece again.<br/>
<br/>
How sweet his voice that brings such peace,<br/>
That lets us know anew,<br/>
That though our path is often hard,<br/>
He is with us to see us through<br/><p style='font-size: xx-small' align='right'>posted from <a href='https://market.android.com/details?id=pl.przemelek.android.blogger'>Bloggeroid</a></p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41744251711617793.post-62929418157115518052013-09-25T08:02:00.000-07:002013-09-25T08:02:00.386-07:00SUPER MUMSSo today I went to my mums office all worked up and bitter about everything that sucked in life. Starting with Westgate Mall saga to my under paying job. I was mad at myself for not being so successful two years after my graduation and I felt she was not doing her best to help me get a better job since she knew so many powerful people. She looked at me rumbling without saying a thing but I suddenly saw the sadness in her eyes and the anguish she tried to hide and I immediately became ashamed.<div>
I looked at her and noticed my handbag was new and gleaming while she was carrying her old bag from years back. I was so ashamed for my earlier outburst and wanted to hug her but people were there waiting to be served. Here was a woman who had sacrificed many things in life so that I didn't lack anything. I went to private schools and to a parallel program in the university. Here was a woman who was carrying an old bag probably because she is still paying for the loans she took to send me to school. The shame I felt couldn't allow me to look at her in the eyes.</div>
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As if that wasn't enough, she took me for lunch to this really nice hotel in town and quietly told me that seeing me sad only added to her anguish of seeing me slave in a job that didn't pay me well enough knowing that I was hard working and bright. ' You are still young, be patient something great will come your way soon' she said this while holding my hand before we parted ways.</div>
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I went home counting my blessings and I noticed that I was running out of fingers to count. All these were because of her but sometimes I get so caught up in my own world that i forget about the people who have been there for me through thick and thin. Real heroes and heroines like my mother. </div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41744251711617793.post-27733148003579798602013-08-16T01:33:00.001-07:002014-01-17T11:46:04.082-08:00FREEDOM LONG LOST<div class="MsoNormal">
Freedom</div>
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That’s what I wish for</div>
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It’s what I yearn for everyday</div>
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I have been a slave for too long</div>
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Round and round I go </div>
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This ride is now monotonous</div>
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I have pride no more</div>
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All my actions are dictated</div>
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By this prison I am in</div>
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I long for relief </div>
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But none is forth coming</div>
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I try every day I try</div>
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But I lose</div>
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Every day I lose</div>
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I can handle no more loss</div>
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But I stand with my hands on the bar</div>
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Watching everything walk away</div>
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I am too proud to ask for help</div>
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I shout for it but no one seems to hear</div>
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I remain behind bars</div>
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Bitter and resentful every day</div>
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Somebody come and break me out</div>
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I need freedom</div>
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I got none at the bottom of the bottle</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41744251711617793.post-68963486724474590742013-08-12T07:34:00.000-07:002013-08-12T07:34:11.207-07:00LIFE IN 2013It is heading towards the end of the year. It is that month every Kenyan hates for one reason or another. well for me it's the extreme cold. Its such a bummer. For the country though, it is the month known for many national <a href="http://www.google.co.ke/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=3&cad=rja&ved=0CEIQqQIwAg&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.standardmedia.co.ke%2F%3FarticleID%3D2000090393%26story_title%3Dwhy-august-is-regarded-a-dark-month-in-kenya-s-calendar&ei=6OYIUtWyI4vIswbe_oGIAw&usg=AFQjCNELv7zUVbMhC3AU2bMSnl4Snur9uQ&sig2=ZTLS2jZbi2LCxegrvQTXGw&bvm=bv.50500085,d.Yms">disasters</a> both natural and man made (Don't get me wrong I am not a pessimist). May God protect us all through this dark month.<br />
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I was so glad when 2012 was ending. This year seemed so pregnant with hope and I was sure I was destined for greater heights before it came to an end(talk of hopeless enthusiasm... i blame it on the festivities.). This is not to say that 2013 has been a total flop after all every good story must have a dark moment before the happy ending. Well mine is still being written and I am sure of a happy ending.<br />
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Am I where I wanted to be??? Not entirely but I am surely headed there. At least now I can say I a proud tenant and not mummy's little girl sleeping in the good old room filled with <a href="http://www.rap-wallpapers.com/data/media/50/neyo_04.jpg">Neyo's</a> posters; a strong reminder of my teenage crush. That was a good moment.<br />
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Then there was that <a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=656399994376079&set=t.574559656&type=3&src=https%3A%2F%2Ffbcdn-sphotos-b-a.akamaihd.net%2Fhphotos-ak-frc1%2F465231_656399994376079_711921795_o.jpg&smallsrc=https%3A%2F%2Ffbcdn-sphotos-b-a.akamaihd.net%2Fhphotos-ak-prn1%2F603707_656399994376079_711921795_n.jpg&size=1536%2C2048">day of awesomeness </a>when my lovely sister walked down the aisle. I have been so proud of a person in my life. Being one of her <a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10152069684084657&set=pb.574559656.-2207520000.1376314715.&type=3&src=https%3A%2F%2Ffbcdn-sphotos-f-a.akamaihd.net%2Fhphotos-ak-ash4%2F461014_10152069684084657_2120608149_o.jpg&smallsrc=https%3A%2F%2Ffbcdn-sphotos-f-a.akamaihd.net%2Fhphotos-ak-prn2%2F983878_10152069684084657_2120608149_n.jpg&size=2048%2C1536">maid</a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/null">s</a> was an honor too what can I say am a sucker for dresses that show off my long legs. I still remember aching the following day from all the dancing that and one hell of a hangover (I guess they were right in saying tequila is not a girls best friend). Oh and the cakes of course who doesn't like them.<br />
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My two little nephews <a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10200443911319736&set=t.574559656&type=3&src=https%3A%2F%2Ffbcdn-sphotos-a-a.akamaihd.net%2Fhphotos-ak-ash4%2F479791_10200443911319736_277861299_n.jpg&size=480%2C640">Alvan</a> and <a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10152069276189657&set=pb.574559656.-2207520000.1376315805.&type=3&src=https%3A%2F%2Ffbcdn-sphotos-b-a.akamaihd.net%2Fhphotos-ak-prn1%2F936134_10152069276189657_176147926_n.jpg&size=257%2C288">Nate</a>. They are my heart's pride. They give the name Aunt a whole new meaning. The way their little lips curve into a smile when they see me never fails to make my heart fill with joy. Or the way they rest their tiny heads on my chest when they are tired or sleepy. They give the word love a whole new meaning. My friends always tell me to get my own children they don't understand that even if they were my own, I couldn't love them more.<br />
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Finally my good friends. Always there to make life more interesting. Talk of good old house parties invited or not. You are always guaranteed to have a good time. I don't know if it is the cold food or the crazy <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xbox_games">xbox games</a> or the girls giving lap dances to the host. Then is the road trips you go for but end up getting lost and you end up five counties away. <br />
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I can't really say the year has been smooth sailing all through. There is always that opportunity you lost or that person who made you mad. There is always that thing you feel could have turned out better or a day where everything seems to be going to hell. All this is part of life. It teaches us t appreciate the good times when have them and the courage to press through the hard ones. Like a good friend ones told me you may not be where you wanted to be but thank God you are not where you used to be<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41744251711617793.post-45636719503762126162013-06-01T05:45:00.001-07:002013-06-01T05:45:29.470-07:00A DAMNED WORLD<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>Whispers are carried in the wind<br/>
Pleas of help and redemption<br/>
A prayer of the weak <br/>
A cry of the opressed<br/>
On the deserted streets you pass<br/>
Hungry children plead with you<br/>
With large eyes devoid of hope<br/>
The night is laden with pleas<br/>
Of a thief sorrounded by an angry mob<br/>
I did'nt mean to steal he cries<br/>
My pregnant wife needs medication<br/>
It is a damned world<br/>
Filled with people living damned lives<br/>
The sun no longer shines<br/>
The rays have been obscured <br/>
By the sadness of lost souls young and old<br/><p style='font-size: xx-small' align='right'>posted from <a href='https://market.android.com/details?id=pl.przemelek.android.blogger'>Bloggeroid</a></p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41744251711617793.post-18482937674351772002013-05-31T07:34:00.000-07:002013-05-31T07:34:13.289-07:00Respect my HustleI see you<br />
Yes you <br />
With your haughty eyes<br />
And you spiteful smile<br />
You hide yourself in fancy clothes<br />
And drive flashy cars<br />
You dine in lavish restaurants <br />
And sleep in water beds<br />
Then you think you are a better human being than me<br />
You look down on me<br />
Like the poop on the side walk <br />
You look at my clothes and cringe in distaste<br />
I hold my head high as i walk<br />
And you ask yourself<br />
What is she so proud of????<br />
You laugh as I budget to the last coin<br />
All you do is make a call<br />
Then you say poor her<br />
And I think<br />
Poor you<br />
what I have is mine<br />
I worked for it with my intelect and my skill<br />
Not on my back with my legs in the air<br />
It may be a skill yes but one that fades<br />
Or till the next one comes<br />
So go on and laugh<br />
I will have the last laugh <br />
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