Advancing

Take me away

You mean the world to me,
All that I have,
I will join you,
Lead the way,
Out of here,
To another place,
Without hesitation,
Hope is our rest,
When not sure,
Of what is ahead of us,
Le us go,
Take me away!

Walk the way with me,
Hand in hand,
We move,
Maybe run,
Take a rest,
Doze off,
When we lack,
Our dry smiling faces,
Just seeing each other,
Our troubles forgotten,
Back to life,
Eating as the birds of the air,
Wishing for no tomorrow,
Never breaking a sweat,
Nature will take care of us,
Sleeping off all our troubles,
For it is all we have,
All we live for,
Take me away!

Sometimes…
I think of my life…our life,
I just wonder a lot,
Thinking of you,
Maybe fly away,
Free kites we are,
Let the wind take over,
Floating and dreaming,
Never drop till I tire,
Push untill I tire,
You never know what awaits,
Many have been taken,
Reality beacons,
For tomorrow may never come,
Take me away!

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Empty Reality

That moment when you just feel empty. Empty of everything. Like your body, mind and soul have been scooped out of you. You lack this. You lack that. You lack this and that. You lack what you dream of. And you know you will never get that of your dreams.

You just stare. You wonder. Your ask yourself questions. Many questions. You wonder why you were born in this crazy society where humanity and love is not part of the human species. Why were you born in this land where there is no hope, future nor fertility? Sterility in the land is the in thing and the land does not yield any harvest.

You think. You think if you are there or not. Being or not being. You are and you are not. Or you are not, yet you are. You decide to move. To move to a better place. You try to move you legs. They are stuck. You feel that you have stopped but in reality you are moving to an unknown place. You resist. The wind of time pushes you. You just stand there still, unaware of your surrounding.

You finally give in. You perish like any other soul that tried before you. All souls that tried to lay a new path. A path different from the one set by others. Those who feel they are always right.

Memories. Memories of old. All happening at fast speeds. The inner being fighting the outer being. Pushes and pulls. No one seems to win. This is a never ending war. For eternity maybe!

Judge me. Critise me. Go against my wishes and plans. Move past. Cry foul. Lay blame. Curse. Hit back. Retaliate. Push and shove. Cry all you want. All that remains is that you do not know me and you will never understand my being!

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Stuck

Come on!
You could do the same thing if you could!
Infatuations and attitude,
Make me walk solo,
Perhaps addicted to the dark side,
Hard times make me afraid,
And unwilling to try,
Just acting up to survive,
Change seems an impossibility,
I need healing!

You got no right to say if I am right or wrong,
Just follow my lead,
I may seem outcast and lost,
But times are changing,
May seem crazy and daft,
But time will exonerate me,
Untill what remains,
Is just memories of me….

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Majuto

Huu ni ule wakati unajikuta tu mpungufu na kutojijua. Unahisi kama akili na mwili wako umepakuliwa na kutupwa mbali na wewe. Unawaza kama upo na haupo au haupo na upo. Unakosa hiki. Unakosa kile. Unakosa hiki na kile. Unakosa kile unakihamu. Na unajua hautakipata unachokihamu. Unabakia tu kujuta na kujua umo katika ulimwengu wa majuto. Unajuiliza mbona ulizaliwa. Mbona ulizaliwa katika dunia hii is’o na umajimaji au rotuba.

Unawaza. Unawaza tu. Uwepo hapa au uende mbali. Lakini mbali ni wapi? Nini maana ya kujigundua? Unaanza safari. Ingawa hujijui. Unajivuta huku umesimama. Hausongi. Potelea mbali! Lakini lazima usonge. Uende mbele. Mbele usikokuja, ilimradi usonge tu. Mbele kuna wema. Au labda utajikimu. Lakini una hofu. Hofu ya kwenda mbele…

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Faces of a woman

Just like clay that is moulded into different pottery items, a woman is defined and moulded by the society in different ways. Like a chameleon, her face carries different colours dependent on the flow of life and toughness time.

The face of a woman is always presented in two ways. If she is not giving birth, she is nursing. If she is not entertaining, she is being entertained. If she is not beautifying, she is being beautified. If she is not building, she is demolishing. In all these situations, everyone looks at her and expects her to display herself and act as an angel as if she is not human. It is by such happenings that a woman brings out her true faces!

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