A cry for a shujaa......

20- 10- 2010 indeed
A happy day long waited
or so it was intended
Mashujaa day it was
Memories of fallen paladins
Standing heroes’ cognized
A celebration for Wanjiku


Auscult to Stephen Kubai
A son of a fallen hero
time spent with father zero
He sacrificed for Kenya
A true Kenyan knight
Stephen cannot speak English
His children lacked fundamentals
a result of shattered dreams
As Fred fought for a nation
His only plea
Give us the basics
A humbling plea
One, two, three trickles
I cried for a shujaa




I watched Mzee Kamau
A mau mau combatant
So much he had ceded
in his strife for a better future
He fought to bay the Beberu
He fought for a decent life
His almost falling Mabati shanty
A no befitting livelihood
All he does forty seven years since
He hoists a flag by his house
A true Kenyan Patriot
Wallowing in poverty
with nothing to smile about
The sad state of affairs
Makes me cry for a shujaa


I listen to Gitu wa Kahengeri
Mau Mau veteran spokesman
Fighting for their rights
He will not relent
The queen must compensate
The treaty they had signed
Majority have nothing
Nothing seem forthcoming
I pray that they win this
Too many woes for the Shujaa’s


If only justice could be done
If only Wanjiku had a care
Of how far he had come
a valued nation we shall have
A solid defense we shall have
in oneness we shall live
only peace in this life
For prosperity of Kenya.

what my priest taught me

It was a cold chilly morning and as usual I headed to St. Paul’s Christ Academy. I was enthusiastic about my 2 hr class as I knew that my voids would be filled. The Mass commenced on time and on the sight of the minister for the day I already felt my anticipations. His name was Fr. Big. He was the usual wise, cool calm and collected but very well researched priest…..What would he have for me that Sunday?????? My thoughts ran wild. Something inside convinced me it would be a sunny day in all aspects. The sermon began with reflections about Faith….All the definitions that Faith had been defined in by the English dictionary and in the church doctrine were in the Pamphlet. That I had heard before. I was thirsty for something different. Could he quench it? Logical meaning yet contemporary. This priest would not disappoint me and one thing I knew for sure was that the priest was a good teacher. A good teacher, he said, is someone who teaches one something and relates with it. A bad teacher, as your guess may be, is one who transfers knowledge from written books and transfers it to the Medulla Oblongata and it evaporates/ sublimes soon after. That was his lesson # 1.He now proceeded to the layman’s understanding of Faith. He used the one thing that Architects, carpenters, kindergarten children and many other professions must use. It was a Pencil………”It can’t get better than this” I said to myself. I was having an internal monologue and the more I tried to think, the more I found myself pondering about a pencil. He didn’t keep us waiting. At that point everyone had lent him their ear. He stated them with brevity and conciseness.

A pencil must be held

A pencil must be sharpened

A pencil treasures its inner fountain

A pencil always leaves a mark

A pencil’s error is easily erased.

I had never thought about all that. Talk about taking trivialities for granted. It left me thinking. What a simple way to fulfill one’s purpose. What an easy definition of faith! What a great teacher! What a lesson it was! Fr. Big had done it again. This was my motivation every Sunday that I felt sleepy. I had to run to my 2 hr class called mass because it would sure be a sunny day.

CONFUSED

When I have a vision
The high deity gives me a provision
When I ask in prayer
The answer cometh like a rain blessing
When I have a longing
I look forward to the fulfillment in the offing
How then does a great dream like this?
A dream that I knew would come,
On its arrival comes along hesitation
Does that make me confused?

All along I was sure
The deal is very sweet
The eventualities maybe sour
Should I commit?
Should I follow the conscience?
Should I seize the moment?
Could it be an answered prayer?
Or is it a test of faith?
Help me figure it out
Deliver me from my confusion