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Monday, September 19, 2016

I'M A REBEL


Conformity breeds mediocrity
Conventions and I can't coexist
One has to give way to the other
As foolery does to wisdom
I'm a rebel.

Mine is a fight against the grain
A spiritual contentment when giants are slain
A path though fulfilling, filled with much pain
More like a woman in labour
I'm a rebel.

Though seemingly lonely
Mine is a path first trodden by heroes of humanity
Those who dared ask, "why not?"
I'm a rebel
In the company of the greatest that ever lived.

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

WHAT COULD’VE BEEN

Today, in a bus home, I sat next to a gentle lady
By all signs she has aged gracefully

I watched her swipe through her smart phone
Though slow, her skills were quite spot-on

Once in a while she would glance at me warmly
The glittering glow on her aging eyes was motherly

Throughout the ride, I yearned to hear her mellow voice
But she kept to herself, only radiating a smile in silence

I couldn't help but imagine
That you could’ve possibly been her age

That you could've swiped through your smart phone
Just as she did, slowly but surely

Probably reading a loving whatsapp message
That I could’ve sent you

I couldn't help but imagine
That you could’ve possibly radiated similar warmth

I couldn’t help but imagine
What could’ve been

If death's cold grip could've spared you
A decade ago
Oh dear mama.


Thursday, October 1, 2015

SOJOURNER

In a trance
She sojourns at utopia
Escaping ugly earthly realities
To experience heavenly ideals

Buoyant
She embarks on recreating the marvels
Of cloud-nine here on earth
Sweat and blood she sheds
Making real her vision

She is a sojourner
One who dreads mediocrity
More than death
So through her
The world experiences novelty.

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

THE SOCIOPATH IN ME



It’s crazy how crazy, people think I am
Crazy that I don’t know
How to love
How to care
How to have empathy
How to be remorseful
How not to be violent
How not to be merciless
How not to hurt heartlessly.

Is it crazy that I think its people who are crazy?
That they expect me to love, care, empathize....
Am I not supposed to have learnt these?

How can I
Understand that which I’ve never experienced?

How can I
When they dumped me
In a godforsaken orphanage
A nuisance, a bug only worth crashing

How can I
When motherly love
Is an animal I only read about in books

How can I
When they denied me
Even the spoiling of a caring grandma

How can I
When all I know is being a statistic
An artifact for nosy tourists to photograph
To demonstrate their godly philanthropy?

How can I
When I unlike other children
Was confined in a national park
One in a herd of useless filth

How can I
When I had no one to share
In my joys and sorrows
As children do with their families

How can I
When they trampled on my family
To build an orphanage


So who is crazy now?
I who practices what they’ve taught me
Or them who expect to reap orchid
Where they sowed cactus?

Thursday, July 16, 2015

MALKIA

The sun sets for yet another day
Gloom too sets in
Yet another night will pass
Darkness in its ghostly silhouette
Will peep through the gaping cracks
Between the timber walling
Solitude will linger and whisper
Calling her by her very name, Malkia
A queen?
A clown must have named her
She concludes.

A clown like all those other clowns
Who despite being so near,
So alike her,
So her own blood
Consider her a white man’s problem
So they’ve dumped her,
Left Malkia to rot away in seclusion
Closer to her fellow waifs
After all
Orphans belong in orphanages.  

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

THE MISSING FACE

To search in the crowd
For a mysterious face that’s strikingly familiar
To search deep into the subconscious
For faint infant memories
To delve into old dusty files
For a missing genealogical link.

To dig into the past
Through the present
To stare into strangers’ eyes
Hoping for an instant recognition
To shake a multitude of hands
Silently longing for a memorable touch
To say hi to thousands
Painfully searching for an unforgettable voice

To search for the missing face
Without a clue of its resemblance
Only sure of the potential contentment
Peace of mind
Happiness
Joy
That the missing face embodies.

To search for the missing face
Naively amongst mere mortals
To anticipate His missing face
His contentment
Peace of mind
Happiness
Joy
On earth rather than in heaven.



(It would be deceiving for anyone to think that an adoptee does not think about his/her roots, it's even more deceiving for an adoptee to expect complete contentment without the discovery of his/her spiritual roots)

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Wednesday, March 18, 2015

WHERE WERE YOU WHEN ORPHANS WEPT?


 Where were you
When their distress call became insistent
Were you curled-up on your leather sofa
Flipping channels from Al Jazeera to Supersport
Did you take a break to heed to their request.

Where were you
When their groans of malnourishment grew persistent
Were you pushing a trolley, filled with junk to the brim
At Nakumatt Galleria after a sumptuous lunch at Java
Were you ashamed of your once-in-a-while coin-donations.

Where were you
When they sniffed glue to obscurity
Were you driving past and hastily rolled up the tints
Was it out of fear or sheer shame at your indifference
Towards these seemingly pollutant bugs.

Where were you
When in Mukuru they slept hungry on cold floors
Where were you
When their peers in Daadab
Lay on hot sand, abused, sickly and numb
Where were you
When in orphanages they wasted their childhood away
Where were you
When they, feigning smiles, posed for snaps with tourists
Where were you
When like merchandise they were traded to pedophiles.

Did you for once, off your busy schedule
Embrace and show them love
Did you for once, off your tight budget
Buy them a nice Christmas dress or shirt
Did you for once, off your high flying career
Spare your skills to serve them
Did you for once, off your high table
Share in their humble troubles and shambles
Did you for once, off your insistent prayers for prosperity
Tearfully intercede for their juvenile souls
Did you for once, just once, sacrifice yourself for them
Just as Christ did for you at Calvary.