Some things you can never erase from your memory, like what i saw today as i headed to the office. It was something that made me want to cry and i also felt very ashamed of myself.
I usually take the bus in the morning, apart from the showers in the morning everything was like usual. I love the front seats, and i get to see Nairobi like a tourist but today someone had already sat there. It was a young man, i wanted to sit next to him but he was bleeding it was like someone had beaten him up. So i took the sit behind him.
I wanted to talk to him but i decided not to, everyone who got in the bus skipped that sit. Then a lady full of class took the sit next to him, what she did was amazing, she greeted the young man then took a tissue paper and helped him wipe his face. At that moment i remembered the story of the Good Samaritan, and i realized it was the same thing happening. The Lady talked to the man, i could not hear what he was saying for i was clouded with a mixture of emotions, i felt guilty and sad for ignoring that man. All he needed was a kind word.
I learn't my lesson as for the lady i will never forget her act of kindness. Next time i will do better...
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
The story of Colors
When i was eight years old, i remember we presented a skit on colors. The Skit was about why God made the rainbow. With all the events happening in Kenya, the skit applies to our beloved Country.
I was Orange and there was blue, red among other colors. The colors were fighting, each trying to prove it was better than the rest. Red claiming it was all powerful, Blue claiming it was God's favorite and Orange claiming it was the strongest. It was the battle of the mighty. The part i remember most is where God intervenes he says "You stupid colors fighting among yourselves, don't you know i created you all, none of you is mighty than other. I created you to help each other not to fight". I don't know why after all these years i still remember that part.
The story of colors, is a lesson for all Kenyans, we are brothers and sisters. We are from different tribes, Mijikenda,Taita, Luo, Kikuyu ETC, but none is too important than the other. We need each other, i need my luo brother to make sure i get my fish, i need my Kikuyu sister to make sure i get my Githeri on time, i need my Swahili Old man to remind me the words of wisdom from yester years.
Kenyans we are one...my bestfriends are not from my tribe yet we get along so well, lets not hate each other over something so small.
God Bless Kenya.
I was Orange and there was blue, red among other colors. The colors were fighting, each trying to prove it was better than the rest. Red claiming it was all powerful, Blue claiming it was God's favorite and Orange claiming it was the strongest. It was the battle of the mighty. The part i remember most is where God intervenes he says "You stupid colors fighting among yourselves, don't you know i created you all, none of you is mighty than other. I created you to help each other not to fight". I don't know why after all these years i still remember that part.
The story of colors, is a lesson for all Kenyans, we are brothers and sisters. We are from different tribes, Mijikenda,Taita, Luo, Kikuyu ETC, but none is too important than the other. We need each other, i need my luo brother to make sure i get my fish, i need my Kikuyu sister to make sure i get my Githeri on time, i need my Swahili Old man to remind me the words of wisdom from yester years.
Kenyans we are one...my bestfriends are not from my tribe yet we get along so well, lets not hate each other over something so small.
God Bless Kenya.
Friday, February 8, 2008
Friday, January 25, 2008
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....
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....
Friday, January 18, 2008
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
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
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
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
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
Monday, January 7, 2008
"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
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
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