I have seen beautiful places,Places I want to write about,Where bridges meet the River Nile,And waters dance to the tunes of the tides. It’s here that I want to be,To listen to the chirping of the birds,As nature reconciles all its tunes,And the wonders of the world unravel. Elenah-2025 #poetry
When freedom of speech was not so free anymore,
When preachers stood on a pulpit and passed the microphone to the oppressor,
When the church couldn’t speak a message of peace, love and unity.
When the 2million here, 5 million there, or 20 million filled the church coffers so they could turn a blind eye.
In the quiet of the night,
I hear whispers,
“Child, the world is cruel, but you have to have find your way.”
She sent love to the universe,She received abundance. She sent abundance to the universe,She received gratitude. She showed gratitude to the universe,And everything was overflowing. 🌞 #optimism #affirmations
I see him beyond the walls he has put up,
I see his little wounded self,
I see how he needs someone to listen,
But the world put him on a pedestal,
And now even on days he cannot smile, he has to.
Hope,
Hope was put in the universe to roam,
To find you in the deepest of trenches,
To pick you up from a bottomless pit,
Do you see them, Young energetic and eager, Their faces brightened with hope the day they walked out of those educational institutions, With their certificates, diplomas and degrees, Their mission, To contribute and change a small part of their world. Do you see him, How he makes promises on every public platform and behind every microphone? Of economic growth, How he will address unemployment, Jobs, jobs, jobs, Technologia. Do you see them, The factories, The foreign companies, The way they close shop every day, The way the cotton farms, the pyrethrum farms, the sugarcane farms, the textile EPZ, Did you notice how they faded into thin air? Yet every year, Children of the nation filled with hope, They hope to earn a decent wage, Live decent lives. Do you see them scavenging? Their ID and certificates at hand. He will gather them at the public arena, Remind them of his humble beginnings, The son of a peasant, Making a name for himself amongst the political bigwigs, How he built from scratch, He started with an egg, And now is the biggest distributor of eggs in the east, west, north and south, That if they work a little hard, They will get there, That they should give him another political term to fulfill all his promises. Dashed hopes, Politically killed dreams.
I was shut down and asked to avoid the spotlight.
They say little girls shouldn’t be immersed in a man’s world,
Little girls shouldn’t be engaged in politics,
Little girls shouldn’t be anyone’s pawns,
Little girls should therefore not have a voice of their own,
I woke up with a sparkle today,
The air around me,
Fresh, crisp and invigorating,
I watched a little birdie tap on my window…
She encouraged me as she pat my back and told me it would be okay,
That it was okay to not get it right the first time,
That failure was part of this life,
That I just needed to pick myself up.
