Author name: jobstoapply23

Poetry

Hope

 I dreamt of a better day,  That was yesterday,  So, when it dawned today,  I wished to see a change,  The bloom of the jacaranda trees,  The greening of grass once withered,  A trail, that would lead me to my loved one.  I dreamt of a better day,  And when dawn broke, I found myself in the same quagmire,  Waiting for something not to be seen,  As if all hope had vanished into nothingness.   See, The one thing I forgot,  Could have made all the difference,  That I could plan a thousand times, Wish even in the forever after,  But his plans are amen!   So, I stopped worrying about what tomorrow held, Focused on what I could handle, Let him have his way,  For it was the best. And now, it has made all the difference in my life  

Poetry

The Promise of Tomorrow

Tomorrow,  Theh waited for her, They said when tomorrow came they would take action, That when tomorrow came,  They would  embrace their true selves, That when tomorrow came, Praise be to God they would all chorus, That when tomorrow came, They would walk down the corridors of justice and make amendments,  That when tomorrow came, They would toil harder than they did yesterday.  So when tomorrow came,  They watched the sun rise, Woke up to their own usual routines,  And again they watched as the sun went down beyond the horizon. 

Poetry

We Ate Them Whole

In our desperation, Or should I call it greed? To ascend to the helm of it all, We ate them whole, We ate what was to be their breakfast, lunch and their dinner, We guzzled the fuel that was to propel them to their destination, We ate of what was to be their children’s future; leaving them in abject poverty. We took out the bulldozers to bring down mother nature to feed our unending greed for animal skin, ivory and meat, nice jewelry, For tomorrow didn’t really count, We set the slaves free to “enjoy” what freedom had to offer, But behind the scenes we knew what awaited them as they sang those songs of freedom, So we smiled inwardly , See, We ate them whole, We embezzled their public funds, Took our children to Dubai for vacation After all the hard work in these international schools; work without play would make Jack and Jill dull kids, And their mum deserves it too, she has been serving the maendeleo ya wanawake diligently , I know this few millions clocking at a billion won’t bother anyone much, After all, even the bible says that when we ask it shall be given to us, So I asked myself, why not? I deserve this!!!!! And my family agreed that that was the best idea , Especially where their holiday and welfare was concerned . See, We ate them We ate them whole , We cleared the plate with even no leftovers, We made sure that even the meatless bones to their dogs they couldn’t feed, And now we watch their children grunt from this holocaust called hunger, As saliva drips the sides of their mouths at the mere sight of simple food like githeri , This doesn’t even give us goosebumps, Ain’t this the reason they elected us? We lead, They follow.

Poetry

Scars that tell tales

She said she loved him to bits, That heaven and earth she would move for him, That he was her wind beneath her wings, Her world and her sanity. He He said he loved her in a way words couldn’t tell, That she was his world, Anything, anything she wanted, She would get. But Behind locked doors, Behind the flash of a camera, Behind their neighbours hawked eyes, His selfish desires revealed, Her scars his brutality told, The promise of a heaven on earth broken, The unconditional love is so conditional. Then, In good and bad times, She remembered her promise to him To love, to hold Till death did part them, Was this it? Was he trying to send her to her hell hole a little earlier? The scars spoke for themselves.

Poetry

I Want To Be Like Mandela

I want to be like Mandela Selfless, A fighter for truth and what is just, I want to be like Mandela, I want to learn how to forgive, I want to learn how to embrace those who fight me, I want to learn how to live with hope. I want to be like Mandela, I want to learn how to embrace different colors, Because we are one people, I want to help unite nations, We have one life to live. I want to be like Mandela, A leader with a vision, A leader with foresight, A force to reckon. I want to be like Mandela That even in the face of adversity, I will stand strong, That not even death will scare me. I am convinced you are just resting Till we meet again, I will live to celebrate you. REST IN PEACE MANDELA

Poetry

Of Men Beasts

You scare me; When you forcefully bring my pants down, You scare me, When you squeeze yourself into me. Is it mama that I should run to? But she is never there, Her diary full of work schedules, Day and night shifts, Or either she went for that business trip abroad, A high flying career, A woman that knows no limits at her workplace. You scare me, You hurt me, Daddy, Is this not supposed to only happen between adults? At least I heard my friend say; That her mummy warned her against showing off her private parts Why do you always insist on seeing mine? Why do you hurt me? You scare me, You torture me, I am always in constant pain, My friends in the kindergarten keep asking; What really happened to the way I walk? I see the way you look at me every day, The way you summon me into your bedroom, Daddy, Does this happen to every child? And why do you always say it is our little secret, When you gracefully hand me the bars of chocolate? You scare me, The thought of coming home every day, The thought of seeing you after school, Daddy, I am scared. Of men beasts When will this ever stop?

Poetry

Ultimate Justice

Our father who art in heaven, Hallowed be your name Your kingdom come, I know its incomparable to any nation, Your will be done, We need your ultimate justice. Our father who art in heaven, I do not understand our law, I also do not want to judge, But our courts of law leave a lot to be desired. Our father who art in heaven, People have been served unjustly, Others like LIZ, Anguish in pain, For inhuman acts inflicted on them, And their perpetrators left to go scoot free, Their futures so blurred, With no hope at all, They need ultimate justice! Our father who at in heaven, So much evil happening, And we will always get something to blame on Fathers turning against their children, Women against their husbands, The basic family unit is disoriented, And so are the nations. Dear God, This is my petition, A petition from my heart, Just as you wished for the earth during creation, For all mankind, Bring us some sanity, And bring us ultimate justice!

Poetry

Taxman is Knocking!

My mother said ‘Work hard’, So hard that you will be better than I am. Hard that you will live a better life. My teacher said Hard work brings success You will reap what you sow Discipline goes with good results Work hard. My neighbours, They told their kids to work harder. So that they could do better than I did Because as they said Their kids could do better than I. Work hard, The motivational speaker. With all kinds of quotations, Biblical to philosophical said, Work work hard. All this years I have been working Each year harder But it seems the harder I work, The more the TAXES Is it worth working? I wish they told me, It was mostly for the taxman, When he came knocking!

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