Good Bye

I remeber that sad morning,
When we choose to walk our different paths,
The sun mourned with me,
And the cold weather mirrored my broken beart,
Every step I took,
Shattered the already broken pieces,
I braved the cold as I willed my tears not to fall,
I held my head high and fought to walk staight,
I smiled and waved goodbye,
I was dying inside.
I could not fathom,
Why I was not enough?
Why did you say the things you said?
Then burst my bubble,
And let me tumble from the ninth cloud to hell?
I loved you but that was all in vein.
I hope that one day I will forget you,
But until then I hope you remain in my unconsious mind

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Falcon

In the depth of the abbys a falcon rose,
Strong, regal, beautiful- a sight to behold
A long cry from what was
A broken bird,
On the brim of sure death,
Eyes glazed with defeat,
A faltering cry,
A quiet wail for help,
A fledging spirit on the verge of giving up,
Then a tiny flame of resolve flickers
Flickers and burns bright
A resolve to restore
The true beauty of a falcon
A beauty robbedby arrogance and malevolence,
A trench of emotional turmoil,
Dug out by continous flow of scathing undertones,
Countinous undertones that eventually break,
Even hard rocks gives way to strong waves,
But no more,
Feathers preened,
Beautiful, firm and elegant
Perching with the head held high like on a pedestal,
A sure sign of defiance and strength,
She is a falcon after all

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Jesus the Bearer of Hope

It is silent now on that ugly hill,
The mocking crowds have gone their way
And mourning friends, who had followed him,
In grief had laid their Lord away.

His disciples meet behind closed doors,
In unbelief, sorrow and fear,
Their hopes have fled in the days just past,
And the pain seems too much to bear.

In their dark room filled with pain,
With unbelief sorrow and fear,
Suddenly came the risen Lord,
And drove away every tear.

To the weary heart in a room thats
Closed by fear, sorrow, doubt and pain,
The saviour comes with his loving touch,
And brings hope and piece again.

How sweet his voice that brings such peace,
That lets us know anew,
That though our path is often hard,
He is with us to see us through

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SUPER MUMS

So 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.

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.

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.

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. 

FREEDOM LONG LOST

Freedom

That’s what I wish for

It’s what I yearn for everyday

I have been a slave for too long

Round and round I go

This ride is now monotonous

I have  pride no more

All my actions are dictated

By this prison I am in

I long for relief

But none is forth coming

I try every day I try

But I lose

Every day I lose

I can handle no more loss

But I stand with my hands on the bar

Watching everything walk away

I am too proud to ask for help

I shout for it but no one seems to hear

I remain behind bars

Bitter and resentful every day

Somebody come and break me out

I need freedom

I got none at the bottom of the bottle

LIFE IN 2013

It 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 disasters both natural and man made (Don't get me wrong I am not a pessimist). May God protect us all through this dark month.

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.

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 Neyo's posters; a strong reminder of my teenage crush. That was a good moment.

Then there was that day of awesomeness when my lovely sister walked down the aisle. I have been so proud of a person in my life. Being one of her maids 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.

My two little nephews Alvan and Nate. 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.

 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 xbox games 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.

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

A DAMNED WORLD

Whispers are carried in the wind
Pleas of help and redemption
A prayer of the weak
A cry of the opressed
On the deserted streets you pass
Hungry children plead with you
With large eyes devoid of hope
The night is laden with pleas
Of a thief sorrounded by an angry mob
I did'nt mean to steal he cries
My pregnant wife needs medication
It is a damned world
Filled with people living damned lives
The sun no longer shines
The rays have been obscured
By the sadness of lost souls young and old

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