Pyrrhic V-ctory

On the altar of culture
Lies a trembling little lamb
Facing a ritual torture
With nothing to make her numb

The aunties holding her down
Are singing a circumcision song
Urging her to be strong
But it doesn’t take away her frown

They pull her skirt north
Drag her panties south
And push her legs apart
To expose her private part

She grits her teeth and shuts her eyes
As the lady with the rusty knife
Crouches in front of her thighs
To butcher her genital life

The feeling of her flesh being cut
Evokes a wilderness in her heart
She tries to wriggle herself free
But the aunties won’t let her flee

She screams till her face reddens
She sweats till her body glistens
She pleads till she can only whisper
She cries till she can only whimper

The circumciser applies herbs
That multiplies her pain
She wishes she could die
But her prayer is in vain

She sits in a pool of her own blood
For standing makes the pain flood
They congratulate her for ‘becoming a woman’
She answers them with silence for being inhuman

As she languishes in trauma
A village feasts awaits her recovery
Her parents rest assured of higher dowry
But alas, she slips into a coma…

Anyway

You can spend your whole life buildin'
Something from nothin'
One storm can come and blow it all away
Build it anyway

You can chase a dream
That seems so out of reach
And you know it might not ever come your way
Dream it anyway

God is great
But sometimes life ain't good
And when I pray
It doesn't always turn out like I think it should
But I do it anyway
I do it anyway

This world's gone crazy
It's hard to believe
That tomorrow will be better than today
Believe it anyway

You can love someone with all your heart
For all the right reasons
In a moment they can choose to walk away
Love 'em anyway

God is great
But sometimes life ain't good
And when I pray
It doesn't always turn out like I think it should
But I do it anyway
Yeah - I do it anyway

You can pour your soul out singing
A song you believe in
That tomorrow they'll forget you ever sang
Sing it anyway
Yea, sing it anyway
Yeah, yeah!

I sing
I dream
I love
anyway

I stand accused.

In a world of illusion, idolatry, gluttons and liars
I stand accused
If I say that I am not that much into you
Simply because I don’t think your best is my best
And thou’ you ride high with the ‘high n mighty’
The best of the best cars at your service
You are right in all corners of human face
Can afford all the goods that money can buy
But if without respect you chose to treat me
Ego leads you through you life
I would rather stand accused than walk with you

I stand accused,
If I strongly say that the world is no utopia
For the strong n mighty, may not be indeed strong n mighty
For they walk with guns to protect themselves
Pretentious life of ‘happiness’
Dirty hands do they have, to keep up with the lifestyles
Kneeling down to the One above is not in their vocabulary
As happy n fulfilled as they may seem,
Don’t get me wrong, I want it all
With clean hands and frequent kneeling with a word of thanks
But for most that I have seen,
I would rather stand accused than walk with you on that road

I stand accused,
If I prefer ATM (Abstinence Till Marriage)
Because of what the male n the female species have become
Sex they say is what sustains a relationship,
All in favor say…… I,
Haha, thought so, only a handful right?
He wants to sleep with you and date you for 10 years
And later marry someone else,
If that ain’t cruel, then what is?
Married men are still looking for side pockets, aka mpango wa kandos
And claim to love their wives
HIV n AIDS has become normal to most
For ‘sex’ is used in confusion of love
Church goes are no less ‘holly’
Salvation to me, is in ones deeds
So I would rather stand accused

I stand accused
If I say I loath African top gluttons
They walk n dine in fine silver and expensive places
Beer falling bellies full of corruption
Hands always itching for the next victim to lynch
Yet you n me, stupid victims we have become
For we keep all the garbage in and sustain them up there
We complain among ourselves n wait for the next bribe to keep them
Hence the same old, same old complaints we have
Economies are depreciating on every term
So, if I say I need fresh blood and you NAY
I would rather stand accused

I stand accused
If I say that after few years of left right & centre
I am walking away from your lies
You have the calculating eyes of the sex hungry
Damn! Why didn’t I do this on year one?
Honey bearing tongue, once upon a time I was in love
I have tried to make some sense in your so called love
But realized that you are just a calculating son of a B*
Forgive my language, but you are no less than that
For in your world, all that’s there; is the African pen waiting to be fulfilled
So I would rather walk a lonely road for sometime
Before I find a REAL man, man enough to love
And if you think I am wrong,
Then I would rather stand accused

I would rather stand accused
If I say that indeed this world is no utopia.

Listen to this music

I am a hole in a flute that Christ’s breath moves through
Listen to this music.
I walk on a carpeted path of joy, acceptance and great love
I drink the sweetest waters of divinity
I laugh, I dance, walk with pride of having the greatest love ever
For I am a hole in a flute that Christ’s breath moves through
Listen to this music.
Though, there comes the days when roads are impassable
When the essence I share are all negatives
When forces join to fight me with much enjoyment
When nights are too long, my faith is feebled
When going down on my knees seems difficult with sore knees
But being a hole in a flute that Christ’s breath moves through,
I get the assurance of the morning after the night
The peace after the fights
The healing after sore knees
The calmness after the harsh storms
I am taken to great heights
Acceptance, enjoyment and enthusiasm become me
For I am a hole in a flute that Christ’s breath moves through
Listen to this music.

As long as you live, it will be in your arms without leaving mine.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and hard,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine

Just for today

Just for today I will try to live through this day only, and not tackle all my problems at once.

Just for today I will be happy. This assumes to be true what Abraham Lincoln said, that "Most folks are as happy as they make up their minds to be."

Just for today I will adjust myself to what is, and not try to adjust everything to my own desires, I will take my "luck" as it comes, and fit myself to it.

Just for today I will try to strengthen my mind. I will study. I will learn something useful. I will not be a mental loafer. I will read something that requires effort, thought and concentration.

Just for today I won't find fault with anything, nor try to improve or regulate anybody but myself.

Just for today I will have a quiet half hour all by myself, and relax.

Just for today I will be unafraid. Especially I will not be afraid to enjoy what is beautiful, and to believe that as I give to the world, so the world will give to me

Judge Not

I was shocked, confused, bewildered
As i entered Heaven's door
Not by the beauty of it all,
Nor the lights or its decor

But it was the Folks in Heaven
who made me spatter and gasp-
The Thieves, the liars, the sinners
the alcoholics and the trash

There stood the kid from seventh grade
Who swiped my lunch money twice
Next to him was my old Neighbor
who never said anything nice

Herb, who i always thought
was rotting in hell
was sitting pretty on cloud nine,
looking incredibly well.

I nudged Jesus, 'What's the deal?'
I would love to hear your take
How'd all this sinners get up here?
God must've made a mistake

'And why is everyone so quiet?
So somber - give me a clue
'Hush, child, 'He said, 'they're all in shock
no one thought they'd be seeing you.

you rise like a vision.

My own dear landmark
With its green hills by the sea
You rise like a vision sparkling bright
In natures glee
With each sunset a beautiful smile
Of yet another rise of love
With your little calm waves
Seen from the green hills by your side
Speaking volumes, you natures gift
Peace in my heart, your love I’m assured.

let me

Normal day,
let me be aware of the treasure you are.
Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart.
Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow.
Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so.
One day I shall dig my nails into the earth,
or bury my face in the pillow,
or stretch myself taut,
or raise my hands to the sky and want,
more than all the world, your return.

Think.

Think that it's fun, that you're guided,
and that all is well.
Think that there's time, that life is easy,
and that the best is yet to come.
Think that the reasons that elude you
will one day catch up,
that the lessons that have stumped you
will one day bring joy,
and that the sorrows that have crippled you
will soon give you wings.
Think that you're important, that you cannot fail,
and that happiness always returns.
And think that you're beautiful.

All year round

Adore me in the summer
When the air is filled with heat
As we hold each other, each day
Together we complete

Treasure me in fall
When leaves are turning gold
You loved me when I was younger
Hope you’ll love me when am old

Prize me in the winter
When colder days arrive
Love me, love me all the time
Every minute of the year

So give unto me this valentine
Knowledge of assurance
It’s not just today, but always
Then we will love each other so.

Step to the beat of God’s healing and rhythm and respond willingly as He glides you thru’ the tragedies into the victories.

Some of us are grieving over the death of a relationship. You don’t even understand why it died; you are forced to accept something that you cannot explain.

You have replayed the events as a jury reviews the evidence. Accept that your deliberation is after the facts and pointless.

The chance to change the verdict is over. You were an eyewitness to the demise of your relationship, and with it went your friendship.

There were moments of rage that boarded on hatred, and then there were the nights of loneliness and the crazed feeling of lust and longing for the lover who is supposed to be your enemy.

The relationship pined away like a sick person. It lost its vibrancy, then its excitement, until one day you came home and found out it had lost its commitment.

Some of us are grieving over these relationships that crumbled before our eyes.
Perhaps you have been haunted by one of these issues or some other crisis. Have you known what it was like to want someone to rescue you from the pain?? . Well, to save some precious time.

Only the Lord can heal deep pain. It does not matter whether your pain comes from a brutal rape kept secret, a fractured promise never fulfilled, or some other gut-wrenching disturbance. He is the prince of peace and He rides into the worst situation on the wings of hope. His divine hand over you gives sense to the tragic events that seemed meaningless. He knows how to orchestrate your pain and somehow bring a blessing out of a mess.

We must seek the Lord; you can’t play God. You might be independent, but you need to allow God to help you through the night. He alone can mend you. You cannot do this on your own.

Stuck on the steps??

There are demons that must be exorcised, the phantoms and ghosts that must be evicted from the heart of the one who would dare to look life in the face and say, “I will go on!”

That is what you must say if you are going to survive. You must look right into the flaming inferno of hellish situations and declare through parched, lonely, tearstained lips, “I will go on.” Inside every victim there is harsh tenacity and steel will. Courage is born out of crises. Little girl, you have the power. It is you through Christ. It is in you to succeed. No one succeeds without overcoming opposition. Wipe your face, strengthen your back, hold up your head, and survive!

No one can change their yesterdays, no matter how terrible they may have been. Update your life. This is now, not then. I pray for your courage to endure what you cannot change. Completely remodel the things that you can, and tell the rest of it to go play in traffic!