Missing what we never had

You are one lovely gift i will never have
Missing all that could have been for us
Missing the chance to be a part of you
Missing the chance to share a private joke
Am Missing what we never had....

A Letter to Dedan Kimathi

Dear Kimathi,

Today i saw your statue, it made me want to cry. Tall, firm and watching over us...yet we have lost our way. Kimathi since December 27th when i cast my vote things have changed, i haven't seen my friends for so long for they are afraid to come out of their houses.

You wonder why and yet you went to the bush to fight for our freedom, things have changed. We have power hungry leaders who have managed to make Kenya there battle field, they made us vote yet they do not care what happens to us. Did i tell you people were burnt alive inside a church? shocked....we cried as mothers narrated how they watched children burn to death, it all happened in Kenya Dedan, "the pride of Africa". For the past three days Nairobi was a ghost town, why you may ask. Youths invaded major towns in the name of mass action, they looted and others got shot. It was a sad affair.

Dedan i look at your statue and wonder if this is what you and the rest of the freedom fighters fought for? Am afraid that we are loosing Kenya, not to colonialists but a group of people who think Kenya is for the rich and powerful. Dedan am afraid that things will never be the same again, tribalism is at all time high, yet all my friends are from different tribes.

Kimathi, Kenya needs a statesman, someone who cares for Kenya not his interests, someone who will set an example and make Kenya one. Rest in Peace Kimathi as you watch over us.....i await a brighter tomorrow and you will see me smile again as i walk past your statue on Kimathi street. God bless and Save Kenya

My Vote

Fear grips me as i approach my neighbor
Should i say hello or just walk by in fear
He looks at me with eyes filled with hatred
what crime did i commit? why so much anger?
Yet i dare not ask him for am so afraid
isn't he the same man who was my brother
isn't he the same person i laughed with
isn't she the same woman i gossiped with
guess my vote is to blame for my woes
he does not know whom i voted for
yet he hates me with a passion so strong
Neighbor please forgive me for my vote
i don't know whom i was supposed to vote for
lets go back to yesterday and love again

"I want MY KENYA BACK"

I want My Kenya back...Mr. politician
What have you done to us?
why have you divided us?
I Miss my rainbow friends
I miss my Family members
I miss walking Down the Streets
I miss the crowded streets
Yet all i see and hear are cries
Cries of Innocent people
Cries of hungry children
Cries of women
Cries of Slain Men
Cries of a tired people
Ohh how i hate thee for These
For every blood drop
For every tear
God will avenge for us
Kenyans remember "Tribe is Nothing"
We are all brothers & Sisters
All i want is My Kenya Back
My Rainbow Kenya where love
Peace & Unity Prevailed

Helping Through the Grief

Death is one thing we are never prepared to deal with...

i lost someone very close to me, she was the sweetest girl. Elizabeth was her name but we called her Kagure, she was only fourteen when she passed away.
It was July 9Th 2004, she complained that she was having chest pains, we decided, to go to the hospital,...as we waited for a the doctor, she looked at me and smiled, i told her she'd be okay, that it was nothing serious. She asked whether she looked beautiful i told her she did, she always did..she smiled and said OK, then she looked at me again, little did i know she was saying goodbye, she slept on my lap, told me the pain was too much...she then closed her eyes and that was it... Just like that, i could do nothing to bring her back...She was gone, the funniest girl in our family was no more, she had lived her life so well...she loved laughing, and no matter how mad she made you, you'd smile..i have never really gotten over her death...it's hard to believe she isn't coming back, that she is really gone...But she is in a better place, the night before she died, she kept praying asking God to guide and help us all, guess she knew she was going...Rest in peace dear, and you will always be in my heart....we loved and love you but God loved you more and he had a better plan...Fly Angel....

Life is Short and at times its unfair...but we have to live and hope for a better day...

Don't hold grudges and negativity

Heart Breaker.....

Its been a while since i drafted something...today is one of those days when i feel like typing. The only thing is am blank.....my Girlfriend has asked me to write something on heart breakers...ha ha...guess she has something against men...

What can i say...Most of us have experienced heartbreaks...and those who haven't please start living....
Love is Magical the only problem is when you get a bad magician who turns the moment to an awful experience. I have met good magicians but along the way they turn against you, yet most of us cling to them with the hope that the magical moment will come back.

Am also stuck with one, i try walking away but i always turn back with the hope that my heart will love the magic...i guess ma girlfriend is also stuck like me....trying so hard to walk away yet a force so strong pulls us back....it could be the touch, the smile or the lovemaking....mmm.....I guess i believed in the Cinderella stories, they have brainwashed me so well...that i still believe i will get ma prince Charming who will fill my life with Magic...

As for my girlfriend....Girl, the heart breaker will always be around....ready to woo you with his magic Wand....

Memories

Yesterday i was watching some kids play and i realised how times have changed....
Growing up in Mathare i still have the best memories....going for a swim at (Kita)...ha ha that was a river near Utalii...the swim was a must....we didn't have the luxury of going to a cleaner swimming pool....but they were the best moments...

Then there was Kalongo or cha baba na cha mama...All girls wanted to be mothers and since i was short i was always the baby...Damn i didn't have a chance to have my childhood crush as my Hubby..ha ha...but the experince taught us how to be good mothers...

Sinya Gondi was my favourite....going after the bad boys.....its sad that most of the guyz who were acting as bad boys turned out to be real thieves...guess the game brought out our personalities...

We didn't have computer games then and most of our days were spent trying to come up with new games no wonder our generation is more creative...ha ha all in all i we have the best childmoods...