I have a feeling
That deep feeling
Thee feeling in me
That's hard to explain
For I can't explain if it's pain
Or more of unresolved pain
I can't explain it
For Thee explanation in it
Is so so hard to explain
will i gain
Or shall I remain in pain
This is pure pain....
The feeling in me is pain..
So hard to explain
For a moment I thought it was over.
I never felt the feeling before in my life but that particular day I knew I was going to a place under.
I had that feeling that the angel of death had finally caught up with me. Maybe my time had finally come. Never to expect such a thing.
To me I never thought it was a realty but the reality was real. It was no dream, but a real situation happening to me. Many of the times I had ignored the fact that such a situation may happen to me.
But that was the day, the day when the rain, rains not to stop. The day when all trees are not safe for the monkey. The day when thunder thundered and thundered fear in me. It was the day I realised that in me lies a talent that should be worked on. My talent to run. I never imagined that I was able to run like bolt.
Thee fear made me run.
They came one by one.
And one by One they attacked.
I managed the impossible. To run away. Escape from the masked men.
Nilini ubaguzi utaisha....angalia yo maisha, kila tym wao hututisha...
Tunaamka Saa Tisa, tukienda waks tukidhani ubaguzi utaisha....
Ceo alisema hatakimya...
Mi najoin the movement nikisema sitanyamaza... juu si Ndo Unchained voices tutaongea juu wanatutupa ka takataka mpaka Hatujui mpaka kati yao na sisi..wao Ni Mafisi, maibilisi wasiojali tunayoyahisi, nani atakua fundi nani atakua mhandisi,maana Mi ndo kasisi. Napreach 2nayo yahisi
Hii ndo hali halisi mtimani nayohisi
Huu ni mpaka kati ya panya na paka...
Mapaka shume wanatupaka paka maongo kwa uso wakidhani wataziba hii kiraka.....haraka haraka Haina baraka lakini Niko na haraka ya kutaka change juu hiyo ndo the only baraka.... Barack Obama alikua baraka lakini sioni hio baraka juuu wanatudharau si wanyonge.... wacha tubonge ukweli, the Common reality Ni kua hii reality ya racism haitaisha...
Itaisha skuile white cars hazitatumia black tires
Itaisha ile siku watu wakiacha kuosha nguo za white first na black mwisho
Itaisha skuile watu wataacha kuvaa white kwa wedding na black kwa funeral
Itaisha skuile black itastop kua symbol ya failure na horror na white kua symbol ya peace
Itaisha skuile nitawin pool table kila white ball kwa table
Itaisha skuile tukiacha kuitwa black na hao white
Itaisha skuile tutajua the only race ni nationalism
Skuile racism itaisha
I sit on a corner
With a bright sight
But then I see people blinded
Blinded by Thee leaders
Leaders who keep on their lie
I can't lie on my bed
I cant lie to you my friend
I can't lie that I can't lie on my own bed coz they lie
I can't lie to you my friend
That the leaders lie
Why lie that the leaders don't lie?
Do you want to cry,
Because you realise that the leaders lie?
Don't cry?
Because I hate them
I hated them yesterday
I hate them today
And the day after today
For what what they said yesterday
What they said about today
Is not what they do today
Today according to them
Today was going to be amazing
Today was going to be better
But look at today
Do you see any better?
Just look at today!!!
Not that am a hater
But I want to see a better today
For each and everyday
We see nothing
They promised Today
Today with jobs for the youth
Today with roads tarmaced
Today with a better economy
Today were Thee hungry get food
Today were the sick are treated free
Today were the pregnant mother's are taken care of
Today were street children are taken care of
Today were orphans get parents in orphanages
Today were our father's get better salary
But
Look at today
Were the youth stay jobless
Their only job is to look for a job
Were the roads are not tarmaced
Yet their path ways are tarmaced
Were the economy is getting poorer and poorer day by day
A fifty shilling not lasting a meal
Were the hungry stay hungry day by day
Yet they feed a fifty thousand meal per meal, is this real?
Were the sick stay in hospitals without treatment
yet they treat themselves by giving themselves luxury
Were the pregnant women have no one to take care of them
Yet their pregnant stomachs are well taken care of by the food they eat
Were street children are left on the street
With nothing to feed on
Yet their children don't know even our own streets
Were orphans have no one
No one to make them feel life
Look at today were our father's strike
Crying out haki yetu on the street
Seeking salary incrimate
Yet Thee leaders don't go to the streets
But in a word they increase their own salary
That is our today
Will today ever change
We want a better today
The today that they promised
For if they don't give us today
Forever they will be our foes
We will change them
For they promised change
Yet they don't offer change
If they don't bring change
We will change
Those who promised change
For a better today
Today
My heart knows exactly how the filling feels
My mind acknowledges the fact of how my heart feels
But....but I continuously shun the filling away
And I doubt it to the highest degree
But deep inside of me I know
I know atleast am happy
When I feel that feeling in me
The filling in my heart
Jalali jalia amenijalia
Hata sitaki lia
Nor filled with fear
I am here
Without fear
Oooooh my dear
Why should we fear
Usiwe na fear
Wala usitake lia
My words
I speak words that take me go to a further destination,
Each word that I mention,
Has no limitation,
What lies in my mind sends all to a far destination,
My destination
My destination is GREATNESS
Never to be GREATMESS
I am not in control
I am not in control of the words I speak
I am not in control of when to speak
But I am a poet With word to speak
My voice
I am a voice with words like Meth to crack addicts
Like bible verses to the lost
Saints locked in life matrices
Captives in shanty hoods
My words heal broken hearts
So,
I am
Thee saviour
Thee lost bullet in a soldiers gun
Thee saviour to street crimes
It is time to transform
Transform people
Thee saviour to the motherless
Thee saviour to the motherless babies
Thee saviour to street children
Children with nothing in their hands But only a cup with no cent
Nothing on them but their common sense
The sense that are just common to them
My words are like the Ark that saved Noah
Saved him from drowning
Drowning into vision blurred
Blood trickling down
Causing pain a d disharmony
Lost hope
My words are to create hope
Hope to the hopeless
Hope to the dying patient
Hope to the patient to be patient
Hope to the crack addicts
Hope to the broken hearts
Hope to the captives in shanty hoods
Hope to the soldiers without hope
Hope to the motherless
Hope to the motherless babies
Hope to the street children
Let all have Hope for a better tomorrow
A happier tomorrow
A better tomorrow
A Hopeful tomorrow
A tomorrow without Sorrow
I was told tomorrow shall come
Tomorrow shall arrive
Tomorrow shines brighter
Tomorrow is amazing
A tomorrow with no sorrow
It's all about trying. No body starts from the top, even the great people were undermined at some point... people bluffing and talking dirty or more so shit won't scare the he'll out of we....Coz their words are like a drop in an ocean...
Some words we take them as compliment to change we...
It all starts from somewhere.
We want change
Yet we are chained
Innocent mind
Chained by unbroken shackles
Movement shutted
Steps shutted
Evil growing in their mentality
Lying is their order of the day
Each day, every day
They promised change
But I see no change
Since the time they preached change
The only change I have seen
Is the sin,
The sin they do, thinking they are not seen
fools...fools....fools
The sin
The lying game
A movie turning to reality
A reality for they are living a lie
A way they used us
To win our votes
Blinding us with their words
Sweet words yet now we see the venom
Pain
Torture
Sorrow
Suffering
All we face yet they promised none of it
I feel the heat
For I wanted no pain but gain
Now I receive pain and no gain
For sure this is torture
We are tortured by yhe economy
For day by day we face thee sorrow
I wanted a better tomorrow
But I see a tomorrow with suffering
Homeless suffering
Street children crying
The dying patient helpless
The prisoners dying
The poor are crying
Voiceless
Less fortunate
Greatness turning to greatmess
No salvation
No helper
No consolation
What is to be done!!!
They promised change
We want change
We want to see the change
We want to see the change
The change you promised to make our country change
For if we don't see thee change
We will change
Yee who promised change
She was all I ever wanted. Her body...daim she was a queen. At some point I thought her behind was the same as that of Vera sidika mind you she was not made in China like vera. She was an African beauty. Berkeley colour dark but not that dark she was just a light ebony Chiquita.
I knew I made it when I approched her. My words were so sweet, but my words were not only enough.
I had to think like a gentleman. That's what I thought.
I acted gental and she liked it.
She gave me responses that I never had... kissing was on a daily bases.
In response I gave her treats. We went to steers, swimming, to the national park, mesuem and every place that you can imagine.
I spend my little money full on her.
I just wanted to have have.
Then came the day.
I took her to the one place I knew it right things would change.
That day I prepared early enough. My room well arranged unlike usual. Scented with strawberry. Red for sure was dominant in my room.
The symbol of love.
On that fateful day.
She was in red. In we went.
We started it with stories. Then the stories grew into kissing. Then the kissing made the little guy down there go GaGa. Today he was claiming for something to vomit ator else he vomits on me.
I tried to do it. And the I received a heavy a blow.
Daim!!!
Like serious!!!
She gave me such a response.
After what I had done for her. Seriously I had used all my money and all she can say is she is in her periods.
That's what happened.....
She is so special
Though I take a different diversion
To this new version
A version
of compassion
For she has some passion
I can't let go
Though I don't want to go
Things change
But one thing never changes
What I feel
What I feel,
Is more than what you feel
