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Monday, November 26, 2012

SUGUTA VALLEY



Engraved at the core of nature’s beauty
Truncating hillocks and dipping valleys
A true manifestation of creation’s marvel
That such a masterpiece can kill
Is a reality that thrills.

Many venture here to prove their military masculinity
Others out of sheer lust for wild femininity
All oblivious of the hovering vultures
Eager to pick the little flesh
Left on their skeletons after the adventure.

Here wise counsel takes back seat
Bullet proof vests are just distracting weight
Uncomfortable beneath Suguta’s caressing heat
It’s romoured the heat offers a therapeutic treat
After all death is for soldiers to cheat.

So beauty too can collaterally destroy
Especially when devoured carelessly
Like a bee addicted to nectar, continuously
But still men cruise the seven seas
To explore this hive and till death won’t cease.

Suguta valley, where men meet death
I mean Sinorita’s feminine valley
Where men endanger their health.


Suguta Valley is a valley in Kenya's Samburu County where dozens of police officers were recently brutally murdered by cattle rustlers.

KSHS. ONE WARM HUG ONLY



That human can be valued
Really puzzles me
Is it the weight, height
Looks or colour that matters?

Show me this market
Where babies are traded
Like omena, are they weighed in baskets
Or like sheep, paraded?

Are you a party to the bargains
That set a life’s ultimate price
What benefit do you stand to gain
By ignoring that life is priceless?

Show me this up-market exhibition
Where children bear price tags
Then, I’ll tell you of adoption
Where a baby’s price
Is just one warm hug.

CHILD OF NO-MOTHER



I’m a child who dislikes affection
Who alike a lone leopard
Is untamable
I’m the naïve gazelle
Who strays from his herd
Into the cannibal wild
I’m the lamb that prefers
To suckle not from its mother’s tits
But would rather sip from a caring farmer’s drip

I’m one who searched
Vast hills and deep valleys
Amongst Christians, Muslims, atheists, Buddhists ….
Searched till I found
A million reasons not to search anymore
Searched for the keys to my home
While they were right inside humanity’s soul
Searched till I realized
I’m a child of no-mother
Coz n in your inhuman pre-occupation
You believe
Children belong to none other
Than the womb that bore them.

I’m a child of no-mother
Coz you all have forgotten
Mark 10:14
Let the children come to me….
I’m a child of no-mother
Coz you’ve forgotten Mose, Easter..
From your last Sunday summon.
I’m a child of no-mother
Coz you’ve chosen
To offer love selectively
As it suits your ungodliness
I’m a child of no-mother
Coz you are still a slave
Of your backward customs 
I’m a child of no-mother
Coz you’ve abdicated your duty
To be my fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters…
Family…………

I’m a child of no-mother
Who later found his no-mother
To whom he was all that mattered
I’m whom children of mothers evaded
Like a leaper
Whom their mothers
Had warned them about
One from the no-mothers tree
That bore no fruits
A harvest from a foreign garden.

I’m one who had no relatives
I was the uninvited guest
In a family feast
So I was fed on crumbs
After toiling like a beast
As children of mothers
Cheered me on.

But by the grace
I’m no longer a child of no-mother
But a child of no.1 mother
Who has turned out
To be the best mother
You all refused to be
I’m no child of no mother
I’m not an orphan as you presume
I’m just among the blessed few
Who had the privilege of dual parenthood
I’m not an abandoned child as you may think
I’m the cog without which
Marital bliss would not flourish
I’m the bud from which
A family lineage emerges
I’m the joy and laughter in kraals
Suffocating in the stigma
Of childlessness
I’m the living proof
Of the existence of  humanity that's selfless
I’m not an outcast
I’m just a hero in waiting
The future Nobel Laurette
The future miss world
I’m tomorrow’s hope
For the millions of children of no-mothers.

Monday, November 12, 2012

ANOTHER MOSES

Abandoned midst the reeds
Placed in an orphanage of bulrushes
Its after whom
A nation rallies
Much unlike other babies
From the annals of biology.

The stone
That the builders refused......
The sprouting bud
That was left unattended
Flourishes to be the big tree
Offering a shade in the desert
To all humanity for free.

Once suckling
From the tip of a gutter
Unaware there exists
The tit of a maternal mother
Is the undisputed winner
Whom many regarded as a looser
Not really aware
He was another Moses.


This poem is inspired by the story of Moses in the Bible who was brought up in pharaoh's home like an adopted child but whom God chose to lead his nation out of slavery. The piece is meant to inspire the children who were abandoned in the streets, who grew up there, in an orphanage, with foster or adoptive parents.  
All children are equally able before the eyes of God!