I stand here in tears,
But the pieces begin to gain strength.
I’ll let this dream
Lead me on,
To the ends of the earth.
I’m I still not the daughter of the universe?
Still belong to the one who made the universe?
This is the simple me
Never will I be ashamed of my sex,
Born a fighter,
And I will be thither
Have you ever been where,
Life gives you blow after blow?
Like being the one being beaten in a boxing ring?
Everyone seeming to give you an easier way out?
Everyone looking like their life’s better, more successful?
Like they are right and you are wrong?
Did you hear the voice,
So small telling you ‘NO?’
Though there was no tangible evidence of being right?
It’s the hardest thing to do,
But hold up,
After a while,
You will win.
My name is single,
I am unhappy,
Many are unhappy,
Simply because I exist.
You have demonized me,
Made people feel small
Defined people by my absence.
Many spend lots of time and money,
Running away from me,
Many make mistakes,
Because they don’t want me.
Hear me out,
Before you kick me out,
I am precious,
I can make you happy,
And bursting with Life.
Before you despise me,
Give me a chance
My name is single.
You are always here with me,
When I wake,
When I walk,
The faith gets stronger,
The belief more rooted,
You are far away,
But I look forward,
To looking back,
And being thankful
This dark cloud hangs over my head,
I place my palm over my chest
Try to convince myself all is well,
But faster my heart still beats,
Until it stopped and froze still,
Devoid of care or warmth,
Preserved in the cold to hold,
Awaiting that wandering soul,
In a desperate such of a mate-folk,
With that spark igniting talk,
Breaking the ice,lighting the soul,
A glimmer of hope,a dash of love,
A drop of comfort in an empty grail,
A destined solace from a bleak past,
Human chink,source of strength and will…
This thing that leaves me wondering,
This thing that leaves me bruised,
This thing that gets me scared of the unknown,
This thing that makes me dream,
This thing that gets my head tired brain to think,
This thing that leaves me disappointed,
This thing that has made me lose track of time,
The beginning, the end and transition,
This thing that I can’t define,
This thing so divine,
This thing that is amorphous,
Isn’t the night lookin great?
Lights like a lightworm on and off?
Inviting places for the socialite,
A friends’ weekend out?
Never noticed in the light of day?
Yea it’s Saturday,
Gotta have fun,
It is all beautiful tonight.
Well, today, Wole soyinka, one of Africa’s Literary Giants, turns 80 today…#HappyBirthdayWoleSoyinka#…some of his greatest poems, drama and stories are a force to reckon with…I enjoyed reading#DeathandthekingsHorseman# and my favorite poem…#CivilianandSoldier#…very relevant to Kenya today… here we go…
My apparition rose from the fall of lead,
Declared, ‘I am a civilian.’ It only served
To aggravate your fright. For how could I
Have risen, a being of this world, in that hour
Of impartial death! And I thought also: nor is
Your quarrel of this world.
You stood still
For both eternities, and oh I heard the lesson
Of your traing sessions, cautioning -
Scorch earth behind you, do not leave
A dubious neutral to the rear. Reiteration
Of my civilian quandary, burrowing earth
From the lead festival of your more eager friends
Worked the worse on your confusion, and when
You brought the gun to bear on me, and death
Twitched me gently in the eye, your plight
And all of you came clear to me.
I hope some day
Intent upon my trade of living, to be checked
In stride by your apparition in a trench,
Signalling, I am a soldier. No hesitation then
But I shall shoot you clean and fair
With meat and bread, a gourd of wine
A bunch of breasts from either arm, and that
Lone question – do you friend, even now, know
What it is all about?