BRING BACK THE HUMAN RACE

Every time Death rears its ugly head and another human life is lost, mankind tends to react differently. We mourn, justify, get angry, cheer on and more often than not, are never bothered. The cycle is so numb it’s hard to trace the Human bond when it doesn’t affect us directly.

When taking of human life becomes the ‘norm’ then humanity ceases to exist. Human life is and should be worth much more. It shouldn’t be that simple to end lives or witness Loss of lives and feel so little about it.

Kenya as a Nation has witnessed a worrying spate of loss of life though Terror, post-election violence, Inter clan fighting, traffic accidents, Collapse of buildings, extra judicial killings, famine, disease you name it. So much so the Number of lives lost has become just that, Numbers.

Surprisingly a positive trait is to blame for the numbness that hovers over our Nation like a dark cloud, Resilience. We are such resilient people we get up from any situation and keep on living one day at a time like nothing happened. No questions asked, No drive to push to see things change, No hurt enough to remember when it all happens again, Nothing, just a mare collective shrug ‘ni sawa tu’ .

That needs to change and it will only happen when we start valuing human life. Life should be more than just our Kin, tribesmen, friends, neighbors, candidate of choice, religious followers, social class etc. and gravitate towards any Human being.  

Worrying about a total strangers well-being shouldn’t be such a struggle, it should be the starting point in repairing the Humanity fabric *sic*. Slowly by slowly we will start becoming a human race again, our brother’s keepers. We will cease being strangers, harboring hate between us, hurting one another and all the negativity.

Negative traits and actions can only thrive where Positive traits and actions haven’t seized the moment.

As we mourn as a Nation, Ask questions and Hold each others hands in Unity may the 147 lives lost in the Garissa Terrorist Attack at the very least be the Inspiration in our effort to bring back Humanity.

@jamrockjammie

 

Guilty as charged

Last time I was accused of love,

I denied as advised so as to look tough,

Guilt would consume me but I wouldn’t say it’s enough,

This was meant to make me rise above my accuser like a dove.

I faced my accuser in the dark,

Just as the sun was about to be swallowed by the horizon,

To settle this I needed all luck,

I needed to be at my best so as to influence her decision.

Word had gone round that she would be settle for not less than my heart,

This was scary as I didn’t have another to replace,

To keep it I needed to be very smart,

To God I asked for His grace.

Here I was,

I had waited for some time,

Saw you walking towards me like a boss,

Guilty of my crime,

I gave you a white rose,

The timing was prime.

I said in a low tone,

“I love you forgive me,

Please don’t let me in prison be gone,”

I was down on my knee,

I didn’t want to feel alone.

“I’m guilty as you,

Share my heart, love and dreams,

Let’s imprison each other in our love,”

She said bending down towards me,

She surely settled for my heart,

Love is the greatest art.

If i die tonight

I’m tired of keeping quiet,

Targeting my people with negativity,

Leaving them hungry, no need to diet,

Death is the only way out, our positivity.

If I die today,

Maybe I don’t last tonight,

This writing I pray,

Free our minds not to give up the fight.

The tribeless makes us tribal,

The rich wants us poor,

The Christians find solace in the bible,

Forgetting the verse that we ought to be doers.

Happy that I have brothers and sisters in this war,

Never relenting and calling it in black and white,

We are the voice of the voiceless and upholders of law,

The reminder that a people united are mighty.

I have witnessed the ‘corrupt’ step aside,

I have also witnessed ‘wadi’ rot inside,

The sycophants say it’s a noble gesture,

The corrupt keep increasing their venture.

The word of God if clear on the last days,

There will be pastor Kanyaris,

Who will do just anything for the pays,

To have a good night time in nyali.

With leaders that are God ‘chosen’,

Yet seems to be corrupt & tribal frozen,

Leading a nation that is psychologically broken,

In servitude our souls were long stolen.

If I still die tonight,

Imma want to keep saying what’s right,

Keep trying to bring some to the light,

Before all is lost by this mashetani vampire bite.

Moments for Life

Sometimes I treasure each moment I see worth,
Days later I can still recall each tik tok as if its my heart beat.
My memory never loses such moments, they form part of me,
Sometimes I lose chances in my life, No, actually I throw them away,
My face filled with pride I find hard to fill it with a smile even if fake,
my expectations so high even the rainy clouds stretch their vision to see.

I am lost in my own maze, this maze called life,
I take each step with boldness that reflect just how lost I am,
I see myself as my own guide but the fact is that I am lost in my own maze,
My thoughts are my map and those around me are the guides,
Like Delilah, I am shaved but by Him I am saved

Later letter

I wanted to write a letter,

To my long lost crush, I just met her,

It felt good being together,

Each second with her lasted forever.

Her dimple had grown deeper,

Beautiful with a smile that’s a killer,

Her big, white eyes looked eager,

I’d be a fool not to try making her my hearts pillar.

I could fantasize about the twins in her blouse,

The taste of her kiss,

As walked her to her house,

This was just brain bursting bliss.

Stuck in her house,

The rain can’t stop falling,

Not that I’m complaining,

It’s a blessing making me feel like a boss.

I wanted to write a letter,

Being stuck with her is better,

I have tasted her red lips that are now wetter,

I guess I not leaving anytime soon, later.