Eventually (part two)

Sometimes all you can do is try; hope, trust that you'll figure it out. From the source, raindrops become a river that just flows, whether the scorching sun will carry it up yonder via evaporation, or whether it will snake its way to the sea, it nonetheless flows. Keep going, you'll be a step closer to your destination with every move you make. Titi la nyati halikamuliwi kwa staha chambilecho wahenga, and it’s true, nothing major comes easy. Take a leap of faith, find your footing in unchartered terrain, swim in murky waters; eventually the tears will dry, I guarantee you that much.

 ~Kibali~

Allow the pen (part one)

Dear beloved, life will throw you under the bus because it can, things will end, doors will close, people will walk away, leave you, or die. Grieve, deal, live. Whatever season you're in, it shall pass, because everything is everything. Make hay while the sun shines because remember, during a hot day, water evaporates, and rain clouds are formed. Seasons change but they are seasons nonetheless.

Follow your bliss, but remember to sway and bend with the wind so you don't get uprooted. And yes, be rooted, firmly, let your vision so shine that it illuminates away the dark energy people try to smother your mind with. When something ends, accept the grace provided to deal with the loss, shed every tear that wants to fall but remember time and tide waits for no man. Grieve, sieve, live. Keep the lessons, not the pain.

Allow no one to break you unless it's for your good. Don't hold on to broken chords, if it's over let go, take stock and move forward, by moving you whisper to the universe that you may have emerged bloody but unbowed. And life loves its warriors, so keep moving, or stand still to catch your breath but never ever retrogress. NEVER. If a chapter comes to a close, flip the page, allow the pen to be the pen, your story never truly ends.

Kibali

THE CAR LOAD

Envisage an energy packed rugby weekend, and hordes of fans which means adrenaline, sweat, maybe even “blood” and tears. So what next afterwards? How about an after party at the serene Rhino Camp? Located on plush grounds in Nakuru, we as Black Hammock are giving you the opportunity to usher in September, with pomp and style with your friends.

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DATE: 1^st -2^nd September 2012

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Coelacanth

This month,

I promise myself I shall move earth,

My name shall be etched in the books of history,

This month,

I promise to give self-doubt a wide berth,

And unlock the greatness inside of me; my mystery.

Different frame of mind,

Last month's hurdles left behind,

I'm on that new grind,

To failure I'm blind,

No more replay or rewind,

I'm breaking the fetters that bind,

Until satisfaction I find,

To failure I'm blind.

This month,

I promise not to focus on dearth,

But on possibilities,

This month,

I promise to spare myself the wrath,

Of unspoken realities,

I promise to breathe, I promise to dance,

I promise not to seethe, in retrospect but seize every chance.

Different frame of mind, 

Last month's heartbreaks left behind,

I'm on that new grind; to failure I'm blind,

No more replay or rewind,

I'm breaking the fetters that bind,

Until satisfaction I find, to failure I'm blind.........

Though success has be rare like a Coelacanth, I shall go harder this month, I shall go harder this month, till I find my Coelacanth

Kibali

Kibali

Days such as this,
The song inside so stirs me,
And the melody that fills my heart with bliss,
Awakens me with singing,
And my lips can't contain it,
It's an ode to purpose and my heart beats for it,
It's the sound of life calling me,
Because He poured lavishly...

Kibali Kibali, 
Kanimiminia Jalali, 
Kanihakikishia halali, 
Hadi niwe jabali.

How I remember,
the tears I shed like a stream,
as I watched every ember,
of my impossible dream,
get extinguished,
'Its done' fear whisphered incessantly,
in pain I languished,
but He re-established me.

And my lips can't contain it,
its my ode to purpose and my heart beats for it,
it's the sound of life calling me,
because He poured lavishly...

Kibali Kibali, 
Kanimiminia Jalali, 
Kanihakikisha halali, 
Hadi niwe jabali. 

So this song, shall know no silencing,
It will keep me dancing, till my heart stops beating, o

Oh this song, it shall keep ringing,


My soul singing, and my voice resounding.


PS: Kibali means favour, Jalali means God, Jabali means rock. For those who won't understand the refrain :-)

Usodai

Kila safari ina mwisho,

Hata upawe ngapi vitisho,

Ufuoni hutoki bila kivukisho,

Tia maanani hamasisho,

Si kosa kumbeleza

Ila ukiamua wewe kunipeza,

Ni kibarua ushateleza,

Nami sasa nakueleza.

Sirai na sijidai,

Wala sina wakti wa kukanusha yako madai,

Moyo ukikinai,

Kinacho salia ni usodai'

Mengi yamesemwa  

Ila  mnazi sharti kugemwa,

Mate kwangu yametemwa,

Kisha washtushwa na zangu memwa (memoir),

Nimefunzwa na dunia,

Hatimaye ni vyema kughairi nia,

Swahiba wali kwa sinia,

Jua kwangu ukaidi hutonimiminia.

Sirai na sijidai,

Wala sina wakti wa kukanusha yako madai,

Moyo ukikinai,

Kinacho salia ni usodai

Uvumilivu huisha, wazuri hujatisha,

Kwako tena sitobisha, ndio hali ya maisha,

Subra imekwisha, ishu zetu nimesitisha,

Nlikudhamini ukanidhalilisha, ila shakuvua taji nlokuvisha.

PS:

Usodai (ukaidi) means arrogance, or pride based on context. While this piece uses a love relationship gone sour as its premise, every shade of skewed relationships applies. "When love (patience etc runs out and I can't stand your bulls**t anymore), arrogance takes over." No need to esteem them that treat you with disdain.

#ripamina

Been up since 2 am pondering, reminiscing but thats not why I decided to write this. Naturally when my 'insomnia' kicks in, I log in to facebook and twitter. For the people who are twitter diehards, y'all know that trending topics or TT's are twitter's way of social clicktivism (a portmanteau~ click +activism) 

Today enpassant, I came across an article Aljazeera English posted, about Amina, a 16 year old Moroccan girl brutally raped, then forced to marry her attacker. 

Article 475 of Morocco's law basically states that if you defile a female under the age of 18, you are exempted from serving a jail term if you consequently marry your victim! Hows twisted is that? Repulsive, repugnant are adjectives that dont do that law just description! 

Thus Amina, forced by a cruel archaic and patriachal system that seeks to protect the family honour and male sacrilege, was through her father's consent pawned away. She ingested poison and her 'husband's' way of reviving her was raining kicks and blows on her frail, lifeless body as she was 'ferried' back from whence she came. Why people dont demand a legislative overhaul of such archaic laws confounds me. 

16. At 16 I was barely ready to be a teen, constantly battling acne that peer pressure paled in comparison! At 16, she was no longer her father's daughter, but an object of shame, to be discarded at whatever cost. Im so sad. Why must this be condoned? 

Rest in peace Amina.

PS: Wrote this on March 14th 2012.