_Of oceans, tides and waves_
When my emotions hit the shore, they make sure the pain is left there.
The dirty, dirty laundry, the critique, the stabs in the back,
I leave 'em there.
You know why?
Because I refuse to be the refuse truck for your own insecurities.
Tell me did bullying me get you a gold medal to hang on the drab walls of your soul?
' Cause darling you need a paint job not talking about redecoration.
You need to find yourself wherever you lost yourself long ago.
See these waters are clear so that you can see the ocean floor,
Or the reflection of your broken self.
I will remind you of the ghosts of your past so you can face them head on not with your tail between your legs.
I stand for me because that is what was instilled in me.
That a woman with black skin is immune to anything, and can carry her baggage with pride.
Yes my baggage not yours.
So when you try pollute my waters I shove it right back.
Swirl the dirt in a tornado, hurl it back across the coast.
Each one of us has his own baggage, his own cross to carry.
It's either you ask the Saviour for help or die trying to lug it everywhere .
That's why when my emotions hit the shore, they make sure the pain is left there.
Bits, pieces or whole statues and buildings.
To keep myself in check.
To remain stronger than the myth.
Of dark skinned women.
Word_wind'24ยฉยฎ
18/6/'24
When my emotions hit the shore, they make sure the pain is left there.
The dirty, dirty laundry, the critique, the stabs in the back,
I leave 'em there.
You know why?
Because I refuse to be the refuse truck for your own insecurities.
Tell me did bullying me get you a gold medal to hang on the drab walls of your soul?
' Cause darling you need a paint job not talking about redecoration.
You need to find yourself wherever you lost yourself long ago.
See these waters are clear so that you can see the ocean floor,
Or the reflection of your broken self.
I will remind you of the ghosts of your past so you can face them head on not with your tail between your legs.
I stand for me because that is what was instilled in me.
That a woman with black skin is immune to anything, and can carry her baggage with pride.
Yes my baggage not yours.
So when you try pollute my waters I shove it right back.
Swirl the dirt in a tornado, hurl it back across the coast.
Each one of us has his own baggage, his own cross to carry.
It's either you ask the Saviour for help or die trying to lug it everywhere .
That's why when my emotions hit the shore, they make sure the pain is left there.
Bits, pieces or whole statues and buildings.
To keep myself in check.
To remain stronger than the myth.
Of dark skinned women.
Word_wind'24ยฉยฎ
18/6/'24
*Wishes*
I do not wish to cry out of love,
but oh, you've bowed my soul in this ocean of regrets!
I've become restless. What shall l do,
but hide my pours in the undercurrents?
You look at me with hope,
but deep down, you've broken my will.
I wish to be mended, but what shall l do,
Oh, you breaker of souls who wish for me to be unbroken!
Maybe my eyes are building muscles with tears,
that when true pain comes, I will not cry.
But oh, what shall l do,
you made me a flooded ocean
and l wish to ease my soul.
*Losh pennedโฑ๏ธ*
Smoking mirrors๐ช
I do not wish to cry out of love,
but oh, you've bowed my soul in this ocean of regrets!
I've become restless. What shall l do,
but hide my pours in the undercurrents?
You look at me with hope,
but deep down, you've broken my will.
I wish to be mended, but what shall l do,
Oh, you breaker of souls who wish for me to be unbroken!
Maybe my eyes are building muscles with tears,
that when true pain comes, I will not cry.
But oh, what shall l do,
you made me a flooded ocean
and l wish to ease my soul.
*Losh pennedโฑ๏ธ*
Smoking mirrors๐ช
๐ฅ๐๐ฟ
WAIRIMU!
Please don't embarrass me,
By gossiping to my friends,
What happened yesterday,
When I was helping you,
Weed your flower garden.
Please don't tell my friends,
That my jembe,
Is too blunt,
And that it has a dwarf handle,
Please don't tell them,
That no matter how,
You cheered me,
I could not dig,
As deeper as you wanted.
Don't tell them,
How fast the rains came down,
Forcing us to rest,
Let no one know,
How the rains disrupted us,
In short intervals,
Denying you,
The thrill of farm work!
Wairimu!
It was not my fault.
Wairimu!
Don't tell them,
That I tore the gloves,
In my futile attempt,
To show my prowess,
In garden work!
Please let no one know,
That I threw some seed,
Outside the hole,
You had neatly dug!
Wairimu,
Don't tell my friends,
That I only know,
One method of farming,
It will be a big embarrassment!
Wairimu!
If you've already,
Made up your mind,
To embarrass me,
Make sure you also tell them,
That your flower garden,
No matter how beautiful,
It looks from far,
Is in a water logged area,
A swamp to be precise.
WAIRIMU!
Please don't embarrass me,
By gossiping to my friends,
What happened yesterday,
When I was helping you,
Weed your flower garden.
Please don't tell my friends,
That my jembe,
Is too blunt,
And that it has a dwarf handle,
Please don't tell them,
That no matter how,
You cheered me,
I could not dig,
As deeper as you wanted.
Don't tell them,
How fast the rains came down,
Forcing us to rest,
Let no one know,
How the rains disrupted us,
In short intervals,
Denying you,
The thrill of farm work!
Wairimu!
It was not my fault.
Wairimu!
Don't tell them,
That I tore the gloves,
In my futile attempt,
To show my prowess,
In garden work!
Please let no one know,
That I threw some seed,
Outside the hole,
You had neatly dug!
Wairimu,
Don't tell my friends,
That I only know,
One method of farming,
It will be a big embarrassment!
Wairimu!
If you've already,
Made up your mind,
To embarrass me,
Make sure you also tell them,
That your flower garden,
No matter how beautiful,
It looks from far,
Is in a water logged area,
A swamp to be precise.
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1. The River and the source by Margaret Ogola
2. Betrayal in the city by Francis imbuga
3. A silent song and other stories .
4. The Caucasian chalk circle.l by Bertolt Brecht.
5. Blossoms of the savannah
6. The pearl by John Steinbeck.
7. The whale Rider by Witi ihimaera
8. A man of the people by Chinua Achebe
9. An artist of the Floating world by Kazuo Ishiguro.
10. Memories we lost
11. An enemy of the people by Henrik Ibsen.
12. A dolls house by Henrik Ibsen
13. Fathers of Nations by Paul Vitta
14. Parliament of Owls by Adipo Sidang
15. Aminatta by Francis Imbuga
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assuranceโ and
happy heart
Forwarded from Jude Bellingham
๐ฌ Who are you?
Forwarded from Poetic World 98 ๐
On this special day, may you have:
All the joy, your heart can hold;
All the smiles, a day can bring;
And all the blessings, a life can unfold.
May God bestow you with His bounties and blessings!
Happy Birthday!
All the joy, your heart can hold;
All the smiles, a day can bring;
And all the blessings, a life can unfold.
May God bestow you with His bounties and blessings!
Happy Birthday!
Forwarded from Poetic World 98 ๐
May success kiss you.
Happiness hug you.
Opportunity choose you.
Prosperity chase you.
Love embraces you.
Best friends surrounds you.
Girlfriends close 2 you.
Best of everything always find you.
Whatever perfect always be with you.
HaPpY BirtH DaY to You.
Happiness hug you.
Opportunity choose you.
Prosperity chase you.
Love embraces you.
Best friends surrounds you.
Girlfriends close 2 you.
Best of everything always find you.
Whatever perfect always be with you.
HaPpY BirtH DaY to You.
Forwarded from Jude Bellingham
๐๐ผ๐ ๐ผ๐น๐ฑ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐?
Forwarded from Jude Bellingham
๐๐ผ๐ ๐ผ๐น๐ฑ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐?
Breath me in
Sitting and wondering
How my body will feel against yours,
How my soul will be relaxed,
And how my thoughts will wave.
A little hug will do more,
My heart will feel warm,
My worries will be passed
for the moment,
My deranged thoughts
will wave so high,
Even for times I'll keep remembering,
Breath me in, Breath me out.
My tiredness will be enlightened,
My fear will be bewitch to leave
And my curiosity about you more will come closer,
Breath me in, Breath me out.
Abdulrazak Muhammed โ๏ธ
Sitting and wondering
How my body will feel against yours,
How my soul will be relaxed,
And how my thoughts will wave.
A little hug will do more,
My heart will feel warm,
My worries will be passed
for the moment,
My deranged thoughts
will wave so high,
Even for times I'll keep remembering,
Breath me in, Breath me out.
My tiredness will be enlightened,
My fear will be bewitch to leave
And my curiosity about you more will come closer,
Breath me in, Breath me out.
Abdulrazak Muhammed โ๏ธ
*The sweet fall*
On the pitch of love, we played,
Though I knew loving you was a losing game,
A race with no finish line, I thought it would be,
But it ended before the whistle was blown.
The love I planned
Was one of throwing and graceful catching,
Bawling and balling, till the ball balls in,
Bang, bang, from both banging sides,
Where the audience gets goosebumps watching our love match.
Yet still, in dreams, I see us soar,
Unfettered by limits, craving more,
A race without end, a leap into the sky,
In love's boundless realm, we'll never say goodbye.
The love I wish for is a race with no finish line, a jump with no limit, a sweet fall into the paradisiacal future.
*B.O.T OJIJI*
On the pitch of love, we played,
Though I knew loving you was a losing game,
A race with no finish line, I thought it would be,
But it ended before the whistle was blown.
The love I planned
Was one of throwing and graceful catching,
Bawling and balling, till the ball balls in,
Bang, bang, from both banging sides,
Where the audience gets goosebumps watching our love match.
Yet still, in dreams, I see us soar,
Unfettered by limits, craving more,
A race without end, a leap into the sky,
In love's boundless realm, we'll never say goodbye.
The love I wish for is a race with no finish line, a jump with no limit, a sweet fall into the paradisiacal future.
*B.O.T OJIJI*
You are my hero, forever in my heart,
In the stories I tell, youโll play a part.
In the march for justice, your name will be sung,
For the revolution, my dear, has just begun.
In every step, in every stride,
Your spirit marches by my side.
Rest, my hero, in peace and grace.
In the stories I tell, youโll play a part.
In the march for justice, your name will be sung,
For the revolution, my dear, has just begun.
In every step, in every stride,
Your spirit marches by my side.
Rest, my hero, in peace and grace.