Monday, April 25, 2016

Mother For Sale!

Would sell your mother?
Would you sit and do nothing 
As your mother is being destroyed?
The one whose breasts you suckled,
The one whose womb incubated you,
The one who nurtured your fragile life
Into a well fed, now energized human being?
The one whose hands held you and cared for you?

Would you sell your mother?

And why do you sit there 
And allow them to destroy mother nature?
Why do you say nothing when our wildlife is being poached?
Why does it not move you when they grab forests, national parks and water catchment areas to erect concrete structures?
Why is it not your business to take care of the environment?
You watch as they cut down our lungs and our shade
You feel nothing when our beautiful mother is being mutilated
Fertile land being wasted and rivers being polluted
You keep quiet as they sell our mother to those whose intentions are evil...
Why do you just stare and not dare?

I speak for my mother,
I speak for our mother,
Though homely and natural
She is the one we want
Don't try put on make up on her.
Though her beauty seems to fade
Her wisdom none can replace
Stop trying to replace her noble role.
Though her skin sags and her back bends
Her strength none can match.
Stop lying to us
Though her fertility you now doubt,
Her DNA runs through generations 
We can still dignify her motherhood.

I speak for my mother,
I speak for our mother.
Leave her Alone!

Munuhe 2016



Thursday, April 14, 2016

Calm My World

When I get still to pray
The inertia of my busy life
Keeps my mind running
Wandering all over the places.
By the time i get to still my heart
My busy life is calling me back to action
Disrupting this so needed time with You.

Teach me Oh Lord
How to live a stilled life
Show me how to calm my world
So that in the motions of my life
I can hear your small still voice.
Divorce me from hurriedness, drivenness and busyness
So that i can live again
In the singleness of a quiet life
Where I can hear the whispers of your heart
And touch the stillness of your majesty.

Munuhe 2016

Saturday, April 9, 2016

Cross Road

The Teacher Said,
Look Right
Look Left
Look Right again,
And if the road is clear,
Cross.

I looked right,
I looked left,
I looked right again
The road was not clear.

I looked right again
I looked left again
Then again,
I looked right again.
The cars sped off
The rush was building
My patience was running out

I looked right
I looked left
I looked right again
Why do I even look left
And all the cars are coming from my right?

I looked right
I looked right
I looked right again
And I wondered if I will ever cross the road

Munuhe.