MY DAILY PRAYER

Thank YOU LORD for making me a success and forgive me if at any one point I forgot that it was YOU.

DEAR LORD, even though I am a success, I pray that YOU always remind me where I came from.

Though I am great, I pray that YOU give me such humility that I never forget to help those who are not as great as I am.

Though I am rich and full of knowledge, I pray that I may use these strengths to uplift those who have not these strengths.

Even when I feel that I never lack, DEAR GOD, let me remember that when my brother doesn’t have, so do I and therefore I should strive to provide when they really deserve it.

DEAR GOD let me never boast about my strengths and refuse to share my wisdom with others. Teach me how to teach so that I may inspire others to greater heights.

DEAR LORD help me not to close my eyes on those who look up to me that I may not see their cries for help. Let me see all sides so that I can see even those behind me and be ready to turn back and help them. It is only human nature to feel dragged by those who are behind me but give me YOUR patience.

Do not let my ears close on those who shout for help. Give me ears that hear even before spoken to so that I may be able to help those who cannot speak for themselves.

LORD give me a mind that thinks about others first and me last. Fill it with wisdom LORD, so that it may know the difference between selfish desires and the true desire to reach out to others.

Give me hands that touch glory and at the same time touch dirt so as to clean and bring up to GLORY. Never let me forget that my hands were once dirty and YOU washed them and now they are clean gifted hands! Accordingly, always remind me to go down to that very spot and even lower so that I can get and uplift the hands there that they may see YOU.

Give me strides that go that extra mile after that extra mile. Give me feet to carry those who cannot stand on their own till they are able to walk their own miles after that extra mile.

GOD YOU know where I was and now YOU see where I am and YOU know YOU are not done with me yet. So help me bring up those who are where I was, to where I am so that they might be better than what you have made me.

THE OTHER LAND

Take me with the wind to the land with no suffering./ Don’t tell me that it doesn’t exist coz I can hear people singing./

So take me to this land where there is happy music,/ where life is long but we still don’t misuse it./

Take me to this place where life is long,/ where humans easily distinguish between right and wrong./ 

So take me to these humans who value the worth of life/ and I will take you to a president who only values the wrath of his wife./

Take me to these people who care about one another,/ where people don’t beg, no poverty no hunger./

Please take me to this place where there is no poverty,/ where observing basic human rights is integrity./ 

So take me to where these rights are observed,/ where despite one’s power the law gives the justice deserved./

So take me to this place where justice is fair/ and I will take you to a government that doesn’t seem to care./

Take me to the law making where everyone is included,/ where everyone is free and spite is eluded./

So take me to where freedom is mined/ where living standards are clearly defined./

Take me to these standards where the money I earn is my own,/ where leaders’ oath to service is not bought but ingrown!/

Take me to the leaders who give us honey instead of bees’ wax/ and I will take you to a parliament where the members comfortably don’t pay tax./

So take me to a parliament where the members legally came in/ and leadership is democratic and not self-proclaiming./

Take me to this democracy that fights for its people,/ where the law regards everyone as equal./

So take me to this law which from oppression will set us free at last,/ where we will look back and be proud of our past./

History repeats itself but because I am proud I don’t want my previous votes back,/ I would prefer new faces and only  then will I take my vote and make my move work./

(LOVE)

I do not say I know love, /

Nor place my relationship above/ others like others have. /

 I do not say I know the difference between love and hate, /

Yet/ it’s not something I can test. / I only attest/ to what I feel is best, /

That which touches what is in my chest. /

It is hard to believe in love, something you cannot see. /

People debate whether it is a feeling or an ability. /

Some say love is a tool to vulnerability. /

I agree/ that I prefer reality/ coz love doesn’t know me. /

I do not say that love is bad, / some say love is hard, /

Some claim love is something they’ve never had/ let alone heard/ about.

 I do not say I know how love feels, / some say it brings chills/

…but so does disease/ and yet you insist/ that this is/ LOVE.

Love, I do not say I know where to go look for it, /

Maybe we passed each other so many times I just never saw it. /

So let me not force it/ coz I cannot foresee/ whether I will ever get to show it. /

 I do not say I know but who knows? / I think love is curious coz it comes and goes/

…not something we share common goals/ with.

Coz when it’s tired of you it leaves and leaves open doors/ again.

So why should we be living/ a life that we do not believe in. /

Something that has left many grieving. /

Something that made Mr. Right to turn bitter and he left, /

And changes Miss Right to a Mistake. /

 I do not say I know where love comes from. /

You cannot call love on the phone/ and ask it if it’s at home. /

That’s why I decide to leave love alone. /

You just don’t go up to love and say ‘hey love, I want you!’/

And you know that’s true/ but unfortunately that’s what most people do. /

I know of a friend who says he believes/

But his heart bleeds/ from the thorns of the rose he picks. /

So he speaks /of the memory that slips/ and dips/ in a well full of deceit/ 

So he freaks/ and flips/ making him feel like he is deceased. / 

But still he insists! /

One thing that I know is that the rose he picked, /

Pricked/ his heart leaving him dead and with his final strength he breathed/

And gripped/ for mercy from love only to find out that he was tricked. /

The little butterfly that he held/ stung him and just watched him as bled. /

 And he said, / ‘you can’t kill a heart, but you can break it, leave it weak but not dead.’ /

A sting from the butterfly that he praised, / raised/ to levels like no other had bred, /

Instead/ it mutated/ and to the dungeons his heart it led. /

It fed/ from his heart finally tearing it into shreds/.

And that’s when he knew love ain’t so lovely so he tried hatred. /

According to me love is a being. / Love is not a thing. /

 Love is not brought by the love songs that you sing. /

Especially love in brackets is something/ not worth seeing. /

Love might be living in/ you wanting to be seen/

But you hide it coz you don’t want to dig deep within. /

You surround yourself with walls anyone trying to show you their love they have to be breaking in. /

Let love live life. / And you will never strife. /

Love attracts love/ and I pray sooner than later we all would have. /

MIXED UP

I am searching but I cannot find./

I am thinking with no brain so I can’t seem to make up my mind,/ coz this love makes me blind./

I am looking but I have no eyes so I can’t see/

But I can see your eyes staring at me/ so I know that you know that I am not free./

I am listening but I cannot hear./

There  is a disturbing beat beating around here./ My heart beats so loud it sounds like fear./

I am talking without a tongue so I can’t speak./

Am miming my moods but now am feeling weak./ Am trying to get rid of these feelings but on me they stick./

I am breathing but there’s no air./

I am dying but you don’t care./ You just sit there/ and stare/ and when our eyes meet you pretend to be looking somewhere/…else.

So now I cry/ with no tears so am dry./

I don’t have the confidence to approach you so I lie/ to myself that I’d rather die/ than come over and say ‘Hi!’/

Now am scheming with no plan./

It’s like campaigning without a slogan./ And yet I insist to myself that yes, I can./

Am walking towards you but I can’t feel my legs so I can’t move./

I can feel my heart dance with excitement but I cannot feel the grove./ I am… confused!/

I am laughing at myself with no laughter so am sad/

Coz now you are walking away and I haven’t said a word./

I regret, I wish I had/ but now it’s too late…it’s too bad./

I give up and try to obstruct myself by getting things to do./

But my life changed when you left. It’s not normal, not what am used to./

So now I am depressed… I take an overdose, I slit my wrist, I jump off a building. I try to kill myself but I cannot die coz I have no LIFE…without you./

THE POOR

They are politicking their politics; I call it politiquence/

Coz of the lies they speak with so much eloquence/

And with which they never fail to carry in their wallet, influence/

…of which they used to turn people to violence/

Now they are out there pleading for their innocence/

With tax payers money…I call this nonsense!/

Tell the IDPs who hear how much these people  spend on welcome back parties and presents./

 Each one pretends/ that they care about their subjects subjecting them to abject poverty,/

This is their policy./ Community policing/ an avenue for community polluting/

As we see the same people we report back in the streets I call it con-munity recycling/

Coz the con-men are immune to the system./ The cops join in coz  they think they can’t beat them./

So this then/ is the highest corruption./

The only place where people wake up early/ to go to a public rally/

And turn it into an alley/ of political violence and malice./

 What is this if it ain’t a crisis?/ What was nice is/ no longer a pleasant cool breeze./

Government offices/ are now opened for private businesses;/

 Bribe here bribe there and you get instant services./

They talk about free and fair justice for all./ Well, yes it might be fair, but free? Not for a single soul!/

As leaders happy to watch the integrity of their offices fall./

People running the country like it’s a family affair/ and you lie to me that they care./

 You go look at the people in Mathare and tell me its fair./

Go and look at the people in Mukuru wa Njenga and tell me who is going to speak for them  when their MP doesn’t even stay there./

A place where success is for those who can afford favors/…and not for the clevers. /

The successors/ are either close friends, those who are able to bribe and/or family members/

 While the rest are left exposed to what I call unemployment dangers/ such as homelessness so hopeless it turns people into beggars./

Oh! So you thought that being unemployed and stressed/ was staying in your parents’ house feeling less blessed/ with freedom and always complaining that you are being oppressed/ by your parents’ strictness?/

How lucky you are you have people to fall back to. The rich and the affluent/ and those with influence/ have the HRC for their defense./

 Who will talk for the poor/ since we have established that their leaders are not pure?/

They talk a poverty cure/ but they just watch as their subjects get fewer and fewer/ chances to access basic necessities/ and public amenities./

Who will stand up for them and I will second it and shout amen to this./