Did i grow up the day the Biology teacher taught me about my body?
Did i grow up the day i could not stare at a boy for one second?
Or did i grow up the day i got my first love letter from a stranger?
Or was is when the red robot struck?
Did i grow up the day Mama gave me a lecture on boys?
Or was is it when my body yearned to be touched?
Did i grow up the day my heart was in love?
Or did i grow up when my heart was broken?
Did i grow up when i learnt to say No to my heart's desires?
Or was is it when i could not let go off a bad relationship?
Did i grow up when i lost a loved one and i had to deal with the pain?
Or was is it when i said goodbye with tears flowing freely?
Will i grow up when i have a ring on my finger?
Or when i have to care for someone else other than me?
Guess i grow up everyday.......
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Rose That Grew From Concrete
This poem is about Tupac and how he raised from a dirty situation to shine. Its my favorite poem....
The Rose That Grew From Concrete
Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack
in the concrete
Proving nature's law wrong it learned 2 walk
without having feetFunny it seems but by keeping its dreams
it learned 2 breathe fresh air
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else ever cared!
- Tupac Shakur
Tupac wrote from the heart...this other poem shows the other side of him...he had emotions too
I Cry
Sometimes when I'm alone
I Cry,
Cause I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form
I Cry because my heart is torn.
I find it difficult to carry on.
If I had an ear to confiding,
I would cry among my treasured friend,
but who do you know that stops that long,
to help another carry on.
The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
so painful and sad.
And sometimes...
I Cry
and no one cares about why.
Tupac Shakur
The Rose That Grew From Concrete
Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack
in the concrete
Proving nature's law wrong it learned 2 walk
without having feetFunny it seems but by keeping its dreams
it learned 2 breathe fresh air
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else ever cared!
- Tupac Shakur
Tupac wrote from the heart...this other poem shows the other side of him...he had emotions too
I Cry
Sometimes when I'm alone
I Cry,
Cause I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form
I Cry because my heart is torn.
I find it difficult to carry on.
If I had an ear to confiding,
I would cry among my treasured friend,
but who do you know that stops that long,
to help another carry on.
The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
so painful and sad.
And sometimes...
I Cry
and no one cares about why.
Tupac Shakur
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Yesterday
Yesterday the clouds were dark and everyone was running afraid of the storm,
Yesterday i did not run from the rain i wanted to feel the first raindrops,
It felt so good inside as the first raindrops hit my head i prayed for me,
I stood right in the middle of the rain and let it wash my hidden tears,
Yesterday the raindrops cleaned my bleeding soul and my broken heart,
Yesterday i did not want to run from the pain so i let it all out,
I felt at peace as every drop fell on my trembling and cold body,
Yesterday i started afresh thanks to those raindrops......
Yesterday i did not run from the rain i wanted to feel the first raindrops,
It felt so good inside as the first raindrops hit my head i prayed for me,
I stood right in the middle of the rain and let it wash my hidden tears,
Yesterday the raindrops cleaned my bleeding soul and my broken heart,
Yesterday i did not want to run from the pain so i let it all out,
I felt at peace as every drop fell on my trembling and cold body,
Yesterday i started afresh thanks to those raindrops......
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Behind the Mask
On Friday i removed my mask, it was a mask that i did not want to let go off...but here i was with my girlfriends, the most amazing people, we all had different masks.
That day i realized that we all hide behind the mask, pretending we are people we are not.Pretending we are happy and that we are leading satisfied lives while behind it all we crave for something different.
As i talked to my girls(i love calling them that), i let go of the mask, it felt good. To finally speak from the heart and admit that i was clinging to a dream that i should let go of and to be able to face my fears head held high. At times in life we have to let go of the small things that pull us back. It could be a bad relationship, stuck in a career that sucks and at times smiling when you should cry....
That day i learn't, that i don't have to smile when i want to cry and that i don't have to be with someone in order to be happy...i don't want to nurse a crippled heart 20 years down the line....
Hope you will not be hiding behind that mask...Yell if you want to, God knows how much you can handle....
That day i realized that we all hide behind the mask, pretending we are people we are not.Pretending we are happy and that we are leading satisfied lives while behind it all we crave for something different.
As i talked to my girls(i love calling them that), i let go of the mask, it felt good. To finally speak from the heart and admit that i was clinging to a dream that i should let go of and to be able to face my fears head held high. At times in life we have to let go of the small things that pull us back. It could be a bad relationship, stuck in a career that sucks and at times smiling when you should cry....
That day i learn't, that i don't have to smile when i want to cry and that i don't have to be with someone in order to be happy...i don't want to nurse a crippled heart 20 years down the line....
Hope you will not be hiding behind that mask...Yell if you want to, God knows how much you can handle....
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Life's Lessons
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...
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...
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
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