as we match along side by side,
as we tag along this life's trek.
we are armed ready to fight,
we are harmed by many a sight
a we soldier on towards triumph.

as we step out ready to battle,
each day is a new tire ,
we are torn, tired and weak
from unending beatings of each day  of the week
we still push on soldering forward.

in our quest in our war, all torn bruised and boiled
we can't belittle the other, cause our main aim is to survive
no stronger or weaker, today i take a beat tomorrow a breather
this wars will never whether, until in a box we linger
soldering on till it all ends.

some chants others cry,
some clap others stamp
cheers of victory jeers of shame
a beautiful banquet we are  given
soldering on till death makes us stop.

I have known you all my life,
Your shoulders have borne me,
Your care has shielded me.
You have been my pillar,
The wind beneath my wings.
With you before me an unbeatable.
Your counsel has been my touch.
When i erred you corrected,
In my victories you were greatest cheerleader.

Age does catch up, now am 'mature'
Got my ID and built in body and mind.
Done. With school even live on my own.
Just about to practice my independence,
Just making my own decisions and all.

As fate be fate as destiny be like rail,
The strong you is frail,
The healthy you be too sick,
The joyous you be ever groaning in pain.
And bright you be a lamentator.

Tables now turn, you are now a helpless child and am the mother.
I decide now for you, I feel inadequate.
I make life long decisions,
Am unable to enjoy, or glory in my earnings.
My young mind feels unable to think.
As i deal with all thee challenges,

Am feeling tired, not time to rest,
Overwhelmed I am from all the grinding.
Hope i want to give up, but you never gave up on me.
I push and strive, in hope i will live,
To fail you ii don't wish to,
Coz you never failed me

Though life seems tough, though all help seem to lessen,
Though the drought seems prolonged and the land be patched and dry.


Though kindred seem as foreigners,
And friends seem as strangers.
Though you feel lost and confused, just know.

The future will honor you, don't loose hope don't give in to hopelessness.
We are strong when we have what we look for in the future.


Build stamina in the challenges of today, train in decision making and making choices today. Tomorrow you will be the inspiration story, tomorrow you will be the crown we will be celebrating.
Though the path be hard you are equal to the task

I know now we are two men in the house,
My young lad now knows his position,
he plays into his new and permanent role,
A man he has become.

As he is burying his emotions,
As he is mantaining calm, in face of internal turmoils,
As he gasps and smiles hiding his pains,
Tears can't avoid but to stream on his chubby cheeks,
As my boy transitions into a man.

On catching sight of me, i see the brightening of his eyes,
As i draw near, i hear the joyful shrill of his voice.
As i shake his hand, am met by a warm embrace.
As my boy turns into a man.

I look into thy eyes, i see my past,
I see my unwrought ore,
I see a bud, about to bloom.
I see the sunshine after the gloom.
I see my boy turn to a man.

My kiosk.

You are one of my greatest friends,
We have shared much, have gone through alot.
I know, at times we take stock. Chose which enterprise to close, which to weigh, which to continue with.
As a friend, i would wish ours to be maintained.
We ain't beyond profiting, the enterprise isn't obsolete,
The inflation has its pinch but our friendship can survive the hardship.
I believe we  ain't totally unprofitable.

So this of mine, where i peddle jokes and care.
Where you are a customer, please don't cease to come.
I got myself more stock from China. Very original as i don't deal with counterfeits.
And i made the choicest, to please my favourite customer.
Be ye most welcome to the shop and please don't you ever stop from shopping.

Autumn.

The summer is over, the cold reigns.
The cold winds blow in autumn signing the coming of july.
The sun shines from afar, the rays not providing any warmth.

As the winter flood gates open, and the chills dull the thrills.
Ever so often we seek for our warmth in tunic and boots.
We seek for the yonder heart and warm heart.
We seek for that laughter and genuine encouragement.
Our hearts long for that dear one...

In the cold july the flamming eyes will thaw the frost.
The warm kiss will sweeten the voice, and the jade bird will once again sing. An embrace that will let two hearts beat in tandem. Defrosting the ice in between.
Be it unto thee, the holder of the candle, let thy heart have grace and let mine heart thaw.

Let friendship if nothing more blossom.
Let the blocked channel be unblocked. Let salams and morning be.

A sincere plea from, a desperate friend , seeking an olive branch.

The strain on me is much,
Th clutch of death seem a relief,
The burden of life seem hard to bear,
And its scars unsightly

I breath in am choked,
The air acrid and horrid,
The grim awaken and seeks me,
I have ran for four decades,
Its snares i have escaped,
When i just feel relief,
I then hear grim on my path again.

At times i got tired i needed rest,
The unending has had a toil on me,
Am a living zombie,

If i let death get me,
I know pain will just be for once,
Then eternal peace i will be ,
Or so I think.

Then i heard him call,
Daddy daddy is all he could say,
My heart melted and swelled with joy,
Another smaller version of me.

If i go today, who will be called daddy,
Whom will the younger me look upto,
Who will guide and defend,
Who will coach and direct .

I have made a resolution,
Against all odds and thought,
If not for me, let me be ,
I will fight it, I will engage
I will not make it easy,
I will never go down without a fight,
Just for the younger versions of me.