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When will this world be a  better place?
Why are human beings destroyers, villains, and evil?
Peace bores them too fast that they have come up with guns and swords and knives made by hatred and smeared with blood and venom.
But why?
Why can't the man next door be a brother for life?
Why can't we ignore the colors and see humanity and joy?
Why can't we uplift the poor and live with the blacks and whites and reds and Bushmen without wondering who they are or where they come from?
I cry each night thinking of hope, singing songs with the planets I create in my head, spreading love to doves and puppies and cows and goats.
Because this world has a lot of information, piled up with knowledge and innovation but flat in implementation.
I yearn for joie de vivre, for heaven on earth and for happiness in little huts and simple things and broken hearts.
Can we do this small act?
Can we all be one?
Can we stop alienating heroes and heroines who can bring change and innovation, ideas and strategies that can propel us forward?
Can we compromise and work together as the sun and the moon who whilst the sun gives us hope at the day, the moon promises serenity as the night ends.
Can we, just this one time?
Paint the world with crayons of freedom,
with words of blood and ink,
using the most uncaged piece of you,
your royal mind.
Sing me songs I am not familiar with.
Songs of shooting stars and constellations.
Songs that are sung by drunken bellows and songs that can make me dance with the daffodils.
Songs that sound so much like the classic old times where there was enough for everybody and no one was ever greedy.
Songs of unity and appreciation.
Songs of peace and tranquillity.
My ears, they have turned deaf.
They cannot hear all this anymore.
And if you want to sing a song to me today,
please sing me a song I am not familiar with.
I want to tell you a story.

A story of two lovers;

who loved each other so unconditionally that they died silently in their families’ misconception of them.

Lovers that loved each other so dearly but were stopped to even be bullets and arrows for their affection.

Completely misunderstood by what they named color,

black and fair became the reason of their fate.

But he loved her, that Romeo-Juliet type of love where one’s pain was the discomfort of the other,

and where happiness brew more love in their hearts.

It was aching;

and what she felt when they were separated was that the ocean that they used to go to;

the ocean that had all the whispers of their love;

that carried each piece of him and her;

that had sympathized with their destiny;

that ocean had become cold and pale and bitter for summer had left way back with him.

And they were never going to understand;

that they had lost their son in the conflict.

He was deported abroad but he left his soul miles away;

Poison is not only what the human beings consume,

Poison is also what human beings use to have their way.

And that slowly consumed the very meaning of his existence;

Making him no less than a dog that whimpers its tail to its main.

Ask about her?

She looked at the ocean waiting to be absorbed by her nothingness.

That was her imagination.

They knew no sympathy for her case.

Ever heard of a lion ever favoring a goat?

It was a lost case-pure blasphemy,

If that could probably be the best term to be used.
There is something that drew me to him,
That something is something that I still can't understand.

Is it that love is really blind or was I completely blurred?

And on that sunny day,
as he smiled,I could see a whole world revolve around that magic.

I knew we were going to be together,
and that was not even a doubt,
and it started with a word "Can I be a friend?"

It went slow and slow until deep wasn't even a vocabulary.

Only to realise that he does that with every other girl,
after hard you have gotten, he takes you to the biggest shock of your life.

Mind you, not a positive one
but one that blows you up like how chaff gets blown on a dry wind,
and you start feeling it, yes, the signs appear,
those signs you try to pretend you don't see them,
until 5 years when you are ready to have a wedding ring on by your now real man of your life,
After agreeing to settle all your previous nightmares....

I stood at the altar waiting to blow the biggest of blows,
"I promise to love you in happiness and sorrow, in all circumstances till death does us apart"

I looked at Charles with those eyes that wish could hide what is in my mind but,
it was a truth that I couldn't hide no more.
I didn't want to mess others life like he did me.

"Charles, I am *** positive"

The church turned into a mourning place and all I could remember were dreams of the Sunny Day and the once-upon-a-time-boyfriend-that-*******-me-into-pieces..
Still I yearn to find a name
A new name for my mother
A name that would give her more respect from her neighbors
A name that would give her dignity and purity
Struggle after struggle, pain after pain
Now that the British are gone, why is mother still having her old name?
She needs to move
Paces ahead
However, something still holds her back
Her capabilities will never be recognized
Because…she has not yet gotten a new identity
To lead her to prosperity
To give her a home to call home
And children to call children
Mother is still a developing country
Why? Why her?
Why has the likes of U.S.A defeated her once again?
Yet, something still tells me to cling to mama
Even when she clutches at the last straw
Love her, be with her,
She has constantly told me
“Worry not child, darkness shall surely give birth to the first break of dawn”
Mother gave birth to presidents and ‘leaders’
They failed; they did not kiss the noble sand of mother’s roots!
They brought in corruption and poverty
Poor management and misuse of power

She is still innocent
The sons brought about poor leadership, economic instability and unemployment
But the sons of my mother did not try their level best to give her a new name
Infact, they pushed her down
Forgot how much her dignity meant to her
Her eyes held craters just like the moon
Enough to make you write poetry in every crater she fell into
Her roots had soothing temperature and a great view
Not forgetting a whole pack of creatures that invite
Yes, invite, even the most prominent people around
To come take selfies and pictures that they take back to their lands
But mother, with all this blessings from Nyame or Juok or Otomankoma or even Nyasaye
Why is mother still crawling?
Will mother have a new name?
A new identity?
When will she possess angel wings that dance with her?
Is victory still oceans and oceans away from her?
I see a light, light at the end of tunnel
Light that I only see when I look at the youngest sons of mother
Yes, the youth!
They have seen unemployment, poverty, education and drugs
They have also seen industries, businesses, money and success
Why is the youth the beloved of mother?
The youth have hopes and visions
They have it in their minds the ability to give mother a new name
A name that she can honor forever
A name that suits her standards
They are not a ticking time bomb; they are the pride of mother!

However, mother needs to shape their success just like any other mother
Not with garlands or with kisses
But by programs that will help this sons secure jobs
By offering start-up finances for growing entrepreneurs
By promoting talent and innovation of her sons
Mother will get her identity through her own assistance in shaping this light!
Education has always made her neighbors defeat her
She needs to take care of her children’s’ education
Seek means to let all her sons go to school
Get empowered and be the faces of change.
The youth should be led to be leaders
And only mama’s elder sons can do so
The owners and teachers
Preachers and sisters
They can help the youth be leaders!
Poverty and hunger
A big catastrophe that always seems to hit mother’s Manyatta!
The youngest sons can cater for improvement in health care facilities
Water and sanitation, economic security and child participation
How will they manage?
The impossible can only be possible if they learn the ways of their land
If they train themselves to be leaders
If and only if, they really want to give mother a new name!
Mother has accepted the fact that the old sons could not do much for her
However, today, while I send you this message from her
She wants the elder sons to urge more investment in agriculture and tourism
Construction and businesses
Projects and activities that will favor the dearest sons of mother

By providing them with employment opportunities that will help them
Yes, help them create positive change for mother and us, the children.
60% of mother’s youngest sons are unemployed!
Mother yet has the largest number of the young generation
How will mother adjust to a new name?
The eldest sons need to stop whichever activities that hinder the growth of this household!
They need to realize that they are the eldest and they should lead the young by their actions!
The youngest sons have convinced me that even if mother is far from the sea’s view’
The night sky shall still carry them in it!
Today, as we await this new day that mother always craved for,
She remarks “I see a new name coming pretty soon”.
Tell  me the truth
Can't  think about it again
Tell me the truth
Tell me the truth about the day you coveted with another man and asked me to move in with you

I want to know if you want me because  you can't  live without me or because you can have me?

Tell me the truth
I want to know if you really erased me from your heart
Tell me that you just moved in with him to make me jealous and u still love me

#tell me the truth#

I will tell you the truth
Truth from my heart
I mistook love from lust
and you from him
I had forgotten that we shared so much affection and he,had a face that outshone all.was it beauty that drew me to him followed by endless lust.
Love i tell you, I couldn't understand.
That money he showered me with,
His charms and all
I did not see when he could actually have three of us seated together, him offering 'love' from one end to another and at some point,
I asked myself,"Did I leave my broken millionaire for a sight as this?

Too hard to let go, so overwhelmed, easy money got me hooked like a mad man.

I miss your tales and I remember vividly when you asked me," Jane, are you moving in with another man just like that?

Bread and butter you ensured I ate and you came back so late just to see me safe,
But he got me tempted and I made a wrong decision and now when I look back,
Oh God, I left a beautiful hibiscus garden go dry with no rays of sun and no beams of light and I cannot understand ..oh man.

Yes I want to let you know of the truth that resides in the core of my heart,
Vinny,It is not that I want you because I can have you, I am correcting that mistake ; I am leaving that fantasy away,I want to have you back because I can't live without you..
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