Sunday, 4 June 2017

My Speech

I prepared my speech
Walking down the village
Jumping up and down the hills
Singing like a little freed bird
Helping old women carry their loads off their shoulders

I scribbled it down
Waking up early every Monday
Have school work done by every Friday
Cleaning the church every Saturday
Singing in the choir every Sunday

My speech was coloured
With my morning long walks to school
Filled with doubt and wonder
When it rained and when it thundered
It was sealed by my commitment to read at the candlelight

I put every word together
When the moon came out and I sat there quietly
Counting the stars like I am one of them
And down the river each cold morning
When I soaked my body in the ice cold running water

I had it all figured out
As I climbed the steep hills to our little house
Singing while balancing my can of water for the day
When the sun came out to warm my skin
And the Kilimanjaro in its glory
Was left bare for me to see

My Speech was corrected
Every time my aunt scolded me for my work
Every minute I had to write an essay of apologies
Every time I fell down going up the hills
Every single minute I was told you can’t have it
Every moment grandma kind eyes said she can’t do much

I had it all pieced together
When mama said I was the brightest
When grandma assured I was the kindest
When dad affirmed I was the strongest
When my siblings looked at me with their hopes at best
When friends called me the fiercest
When I finally knew my place

I rewrote it
When I realised there are no deadlines
To what I had in mind
When I knew I was the one
To write my ending
When I came to realise
I dint have to be like everyone
When I came to terms
With the journey I will walk alone

I am my speech
It’s written all over me
The cheers of my friends on my smile
The scorns of my enemies at my back
The scars of the falls on my ankles
The sparkle of my victories in my eyes
The depth of my love and passions
Deeply felt by the people I have touched
The happiness in my baby’s laughter
The peace in me when I go to sleep

It’s all me and so much more
Ready to walk on
What a journey to behold
To find the left pieces
To fit them in the empty places
And complete my speech of a lifetime

It is not an acceptance speech
For the award I am to win
Or the appreciation I will be accorded
I know if I don’t win a thing
I will definitely be the best version of me

Tuesday, 9 May 2017

The Rain

I will not go out
The little pathway to my house is flooded
It has become a raging river carrying everything away
 if I dare go out I don’t know what next can happen
My little home and child might be carried away

I really want to go out
To earn my bread
Get something to cook for me and my girl
But my little stall  at  the roadside
Has been carried away

If I go out
I might not be able to come back
The little bridge to my house
Is about to be washed away
With the heavy rain it won’t last a day

My madam called today
Mad I haven’t been in today
The baby has been wailing
And her clothes are not washed
And there is the rain

She complains with this rain
She cannot sit at the garden
From her third storey bedroom
She can only peep through the curtains
And watch the heavy drops hit the ground

She could later take her four wheel drive
To go to the saloon she love
Or have some tea in bed
But I didn’t come to work
If I don’t go tomorrow she says
I should not bother to go again

But if I go to work
I might be stranded on the way
The busses to our homes
Are not going  all the way
They don’t come past the highway
Please someone stop this rain

Sunday, 7 May 2017

A moment of Silence

Beautiful souls
With dreams and hopes
Pride of their folks
Excited to learn
Off they went

With no clue off they took
What a beautiful group
But death ooh death
What an evil crook

He came with darkness
And a dark cloud of sadness
With his strike of coldness
He left them lifeless

As a nation we stand
In our numbness
Parents and friends
Mourning in silence

With hopes we hold hands
Tears in our eyes
May they be in  a  better place
A moment of silence

Thursday, 4 May 2017

Only Before!

I have known this kind of pain
I can make it through the rain
Unlike you
I can't wait in vain

I have been here before
with no hopes for tomorrow
Moving really slow
With every blow so low

When i couldn't take no more
I stood up, started really slow
To crawl
Slowly but running  here i go
I am not waiting for you to put up a show
I have been here before

Sunday, 9 April 2017

Empty Souls

Empty souls
With so much dryness
They try to fill their cup
With water from others wells
But they are never full
Never do they overflow

With shallowness
They try to dig holes
Into others wells
To dry them as well
But their souls remain
Empty spaces

With hollowness
They wonder around
Bitterness in their hearts
Venom filled tongues
Splitting evil into others
But empty they remain

With blindness
They fail to see
Clueless they move
Round and round
They stumble and fall
In their own wickedness

Their days
Are as dried up
As blown by the harmattan
Their souls
Are as lifeless
As the Atacama desert

Friday, 31 March 2017

She wept Silently!

She was taught of  silence
To be quiet and  listen
Not to ask
Have some pounded bitter herbs
Drink some warm water
And hush hush the pain

She was taught of endurance
This time each month
To keep on with her chores
While her body  in chaos
Her legs numb and heavy
Her price of womanhood

She was told to be a woman
How would you stand labour pain?
If you cannot take this little pain
How would she explain?
And if she tried to tell in vain
She will loose anyway

Now she is told it’s all her fault
She gave her womb to her witchcraft
And had too many abortions
She isn’t a woman enough
And still she lingers in her pain

She is now all grown
Have a mind of her own
Their hopes long gone
But she still holds on
To these dreams of her own
Once to hold her own

Monday, 6 March 2017

The Dancers

They don't know this song
But they dance to it
Not before have their ears met this beat
But they will break a leg for it
They don't understand this tune
But they marvel at it
Won't follow the rhythm
But will move to it
Forget about steps
They will be good at it

The drums are too loud
The dust raising high
Covering their eyes
But they dance
Their feet thumping...thumping
On the dried brown earth
Forgetting their sorrows
With no hopes for tomorrow
For the love of this music
They have never heard before 

Her Little Wins!

This time, if it happens this time
I swear
This is the last time

It was my fault, all of it
This last time
See, I hadn’t made him his favorite food
For a very long time
He isn’t that bad, didn’t he take me to dubai ?
But this time I swear
This time I leave

I made him do it, all of it
This last time
See, I was stubborn and thoughtless
For a very long time
He isn’t that heartless; he got me my dream jeep
But this time I swear
This time I leave

I was stupid
This last time
See, I enjoyed food so much and got myself fat
For a very long time
He isn’t that horrible, he didn’t bring her to our home
Like the other time
But this time I swear
This time I leave

What do you want this time
He will ask every time
This time, a car…a house…shopping…a boutique
 He isn’t that bad
There will be a next time
And I will go to Paris
Maybe china for my merchandise
Or just Thailand to relax
That will be the very next time
But this time I leave

That time
The other time
The last time
The very last time
This time
There will always be
Another time

Sunday, 15 January 2017

The Title

Look at how she walks, does she have to swing her hips like that?
Eti they say her body naturally shakes with her moves,is she boneless?
Lies, must be lies
She is nothing but Malaya

Malaya tuu
Look, how did she get her promotion?
Eti I  hear she was an A student and had a great work record, didn't i have the same?
Lies, must be lies
Ni malaya tuu

 Malaya sana
 Look, she only dated rich ones,and now married a rich prince
 Eti she say she loves him
 Lies , Must be lies
 Malaya sana

 Malaya Mkubwa
 Look, she had an affair with her madam husband..
 Eti she claimed he raped her, her, only the housemaid
 Lies, Must be lies
 Malaya Mkubwa

 Malaya wa kutupwa
 Look, she got an A when we all failed...
 Eti she says she is a brilliant student, brilliant more than all of us?
 Lies,Must be lies
Malaya wa kutupwa

 Malaya Kubuhu
 Look, she got the nomination to the parliament ...
 Eti she says she has done a lot for the people, more than all of us?
 Lies, Must be lies
 Malaya Kubuhu

 Malaya kashindikana 
 Look, she left her husband to seek for other men…
 Eti she says he did beat her to a pulp,he had mistresses, who doesn't?
 Lies, must be lies
 Malaya kashindikana

 Malaya kupindukia
 Look, she now has a big business, her air tickets are all now business
 Eti she brags she took a bank loan to grow her business, which loan?
 Lies, must be lies
 Malaya kupindukia

 Malaya wa barabarani
 Look, she had a number of lovers before her husband, she is now a born again Christian...
 Eti she told him she has changed,don't they all say that ?
 Lies, Must be lies
 Malaya wa barabarani

 They are all the same
 Everyone of them Malaya
 Each and everyone of them
 Just Malaya