Africa is one of the most magnificent continents God has ever made; the vegetation, wildlife, the beautiful view of a warm rising sun is incomparable,
Different languages, clans, tribes, different colours, but we can still afford to bond and speak one national language,
For instance in my homeland we are more than forty tribes, some of us are hunters others are pastoralists, and others are fishermen,
From the coastal region all the way to the northern parts of Mandera, Kenya is among the most captivating countries in Sub-Saharan Africa,
Tag: Poem
A piece of writing in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by particular attention to diction (sometimes involving rhyme), rhythm, and imagery.
I’ll Come Back Someday, My Village People.
How we struggled to speak in the white man’s language, in fear of being punished by the tutor on duty, for conversing in our mother language,
Life was not easy when we were younger, we used to fight regularly for no reason, just to see who’s the looser in our class,
We loved competing in races, we would run for about five rounds in the field and whoever came last would be nicknamed a “warthog”
Now it’s been a decade and half, things are not like they used to be though we’re trying, I’ll come back someday my village people.
WHO BEWITCHED YOU MY COUNTRY PEOPLE?
Why have you decided to wear a designer suit on top of your dirty pants? And yet you haven’t taken shower… why Francis?
Ever complaining of a persistent stomach ache yet you don’t cleanse your cup when it’s tea time!
This is like inserting your hands into the mouth of a crocodile and expecting it back as it was,
No matter how influential you are son, you will never teach an old baboon new tricks on how to survive in a jungle!…
WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN.
When the sun goes down and darkness stretches over the mountains, driving away every beast of the land from his respective hide out,
When the herdsmen converge at the exit to split their flocks after a long tiresome day on the grazing land,
When every single bird of the air together with his counterpart return to their nests after savaging the farmer’s wheat,
When the city grills and casinos become silent as a tomb and the highways are clear like spring water…the wise will close their eyes not
Why The Lion Doesn’t Greet Man
Even though the flesh eaters raised a white flag and veered away, a ferocious rivalry between man and the beast of land grew in a massive way!
Hyaenas would hide in the midst of the leafy scrublands and wait patiently until a sheep steps in the their territory,
Wild dogs too became vengeful, they would isolate a goat from the herd, scoop away the inner parts and disappear before it’s too late,
The baboons and monkeys waited until it was harvest time, when there was plenty of food in the shamba, things became tough for mankind!
Coping Up With An African Mum
If there’s a person I feared most when I was a teenager, that “devil” was definitely my mum,
I would rather choose the option of swimming through a swamp of hot porridge than to face my mother after breaking one of her precious thermos flasks!
Disobeying an order that directly came from my mother’s pie-hole would attract a mortal chastening,
So my younger siblings took advantage of that indefinite gap to bully my fearful soul, “Mum has said that you should go and collect firewood!” Or else…
Please Remember Me, Adonai
When Elisha and his servant were surrounded by a battalion of the Syrian army, he prayed to you Lord that you may reveal your power!
You opened the eyes of his servant who saw a vast army of heavenly hosts in fiery chariots engulfing the enemy!
Elisha also prayed that you may close their eyes, which you did, he tricked them to follow him to Samaria a stronghold of Israel,
When you opened their eyes, they were shocked! Elisha your servant enquired whether to slaughter them or not, but you refused! (2nd Kings 6) may the Lord of Israel remember you, Amen 🙏🏽
My Neighbour’s Hen Seems A Goose
The nature of human beings remains a conundrum or rather a mystification since time immemorial,
Have you ever questioned your inner self why he still believes that his neighbour’s grass is ever greener?
Why up to this moment he craves for the apples of the other side of the wall which seems more attractive and sweeter than your own?
If you haven’t probed him yet, I guess this is the right time to summon him before the sun sinks in the west horizon!
Before The Devil Became A Tailor
Are you satisfied with the fashion trends dominating the clothing arena currently?
Have you ever sat on a bench in your nearby town and watched ladies, older and younger passing by the streets?
Does it not perturb you when you see these little ones pulling down their tiny skirts in the sanctuary?
Or does it mean that age is catching up with me, if I refuse to wear these rugged pieces of jeans? I don’t think so!
Struggles of The Night Watchman
Have you ever pondered about the life of a night guard, a sentinel, a watcher?
The man who stays wake all night under a squeezed room or standing from dusk to dawn on the watch tower?
With his eyes wide open all night scanning through the edges of his master’s perimeter wall,
Lest he blink and lose his head to the sword of the night burglar! Have you?
Little Strings of Poetry 