Could I freeze this moment
Could it please stay this way
Could you dare not walk away
Could you please not stray
Could we escape just now
Could we run away together
Could we overcome these forces
Could we survive this wave of separation
Could we just get away from it all
Could we finally be one at all
Could we love and never let go
Could I be yours and you mine
Could we just not have to hide
Could we touch and kiss with no rush
Could we hold each other and not stop
Could we get that chance to go wild
Could we get beyond the inhibition
Could we love with no limitation
Could I? Could you?
Could we?
Guess we will never know if we don't try.
Monday, 17 September 2012
THE PROMISE
If you wait for me
Then I'll come for you
Although I've traveled far
I always hold a place for
You in my heart
If you think of me
If you miss me
Once in a while
Then I'll return to you
I'll return and fill
That space in your heart
Remembering....
Your touch
Your kiss
Your warm embrace
I'll find my way
Back to you
If you'll be waiting
If you dream of me
Like I dream of you
In a place
That's warm and dark
In a place
Where I can feel
The beating of your heart
Remembering....
Your touch
Your kiss
Your warm embrace
I'll find my way
Back to you
If you'll be waiting
I've longed for you
And I've desired
To see your face
Your smile
To be with you
Wherever you are
Remembering....
Your touch
Your kiss
Your warm embrace
I'll find my way
Back to you
If you'll be waiting
Please say you'll be waiting
Together again
It would feel so good
To be in your arms
Where all my journeys end
If you can make a promise
If it's one that you can keep
I vow to come for you
If you'll wait for me
And say you'll hold
A place for me
In your heart.
*******THE END*******
Then I'll come for you
Although I've traveled far
I always hold a place for
You in my heart
If you think of me
If you miss me
Once in a while
Then I'll return to you
I'll return and fill
That space in your heart
Remembering....
Your touch
Your kiss
Your warm embrace
I'll find my way
Back to you
If you'll be waiting
If you dream of me
Like I dream of you
In a place
That's warm and dark
In a place
Where I can feel
The beating of your heart
Remembering....
Your touch
Your kiss
Your warm embrace
I'll find my way
Back to you
If you'll be waiting
I've longed for you
And I've desired
To see your face
Your smile
To be with you
Wherever you are
Remembering....
Your touch
Your kiss
Your warm embrace
I'll find my way
Back to you
If you'll be waiting
Please say you'll be waiting
Together again
It would feel so good
To be in your arms
Where all my journeys end
If you can make a promise
If it's one that you can keep
I vow to come for you
If you'll wait for me
And say you'll hold
A place for me
In your heart.
*******THE END*******
Saturday, 8 September 2012
A GOOD READ
Story of Appreciation*
One young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company.He passed the first interview, the director did the last interview, made the last decision.
The director discovered from the CV that the youth's academic achievements were excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate research, never had a year when he did not score. The director asked,"Did you obtain any scholarships in school?" the youth answered "none"
The director asked, " Was it your father who paid for your school fees?" The youth answered, "My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees. The director asked, " Where did your mother work?" The youth answered, "My mother worked as clothes cleaner.
The director requested the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect. The director asked, " Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?" The youth answered, "Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books.
Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me. The director said, "I have a request. When you go back today, go and clean your mother's hands, and then see me tomorrow morning.* The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands.
His mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the kid. The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother's hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water.
This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee. The bruises in the mother's hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his graduation,academic excellence and his future. After finishing the cleaning of his mother's hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother.
That night, mother and son talked for a very long time. Next morning, the youth went to the director's office. The Director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes, asked: " Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?" The youth answered, " I cleaned my mother's hand, and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes The Director asked, " Please tell me your feelings."
The youth said: Number 1. I know now what is appreciation. Without my mother, there would not the successful me today.
Number 2. By working together and helping my mother, only I now realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done.
Number 3. I have come to appreciate the importance and value of family relationship.
The director said, " This is what I am looking for to be my manager. I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life. You are hired.
Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team. The company's performance improved tremendously.
A child, who has been protected and habitually given whatever he wanted, would develop "entitlement mentality" and would always put himself first. He would be ignorant of his parent's efforts. When he starts work, he assumes that every person must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager, he would never know the sufferings of his employees and would always blame others.
For this kind of people, who may be good academically, may be successful for a while, but eventually would not feel sense of achievement. He will grumble and be full of hatred and fight for more. If we are this kind of protective parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying the kid instead?
* You can let your kid live in a big house, give him a Driver & Car for going around, Eat a Good Meal, learn Piano, Watch a Big Screen TV. But when you are Cutting Grass, please let them experience it. After a Meal, let them Wash their Plates and Bowls together with their Brothers and Sisters. Tell them to Travel in Public Bus, It is not because you do not have Money for Car or to Hire a Maid, but it is because you want to Love them in a right way.
You want them to understand, no matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will Grow Grey, same as the Mother of that young person. The most important thing is your kid learns how to appreciate the effort and experience the difficulty and learns the ability to work with others to get things done.
One young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company.He passed the first interview, the director did the last interview, made the last decision.
The director discovered from the CV that the youth's academic achievements were excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate research, never had a year when he did not score. The director asked,"Did you obtain any scholarships in school?" the youth answered "none"
The director asked, " Was it your father who paid for your school fees?" The youth answered, "My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees. The director asked, " Where did your mother work?" The youth answered, "My mother worked as clothes cleaner.
The director requested the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect. The director asked, " Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?" The youth answered, "Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books.
Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me. The director said, "I have a request. When you go back today, go and clean your mother's hands, and then see me tomorrow morning.* The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands.
His mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the kid. The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother's hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water.
This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee. The bruises in the mother's hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his graduation,academic excellence and his future. After finishing the cleaning of his mother's hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother.
That night, mother and son talked for a very long time. Next morning, the youth went to the director's office. The Director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes, asked: " Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?" The youth answered, " I cleaned my mother's hand, and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes The Director asked, " Please tell me your feelings."
The youth said: Number 1. I know now what is appreciation. Without my mother, there would not the successful me today.
Number 2. By working together and helping my mother, only I now realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done.
Number 3. I have come to appreciate the importance and value of family relationship.
The director said, " This is what I am looking for to be my manager. I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life. You are hired.
Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team. The company's performance improved tremendously.
A child, who has been protected and habitually given whatever he wanted, would develop "entitlement mentality" and would always put himself first. He would be ignorant of his parent's efforts. When he starts work, he assumes that every person must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager, he would never know the sufferings of his employees and would always blame others.
For this kind of people, who may be good academically, may be successful for a while, but eventually would not feel sense of achievement. He will grumble and be full of hatred and fight for more. If we are this kind of protective parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying the kid instead?
* You can let your kid live in a big house, give him a Driver & Car for going around, Eat a Good Meal, learn Piano, Watch a Big Screen TV. But when you are Cutting Grass, please let them experience it. After a Meal, let them Wash their Plates and Bowls together with their Brothers and Sisters. Tell them to Travel in Public Bus, It is not because you do not have Money for Car or to Hire a Maid, but it is because you want to Love them in a right way.
You want them to understand, no matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will Grow Grey, same as the Mother of that young person. The most important thing is your kid learns how to appreciate the effort and experience the difficulty and learns the ability to work with others to get things done.
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Wednesday, 5 September 2012
WOMEN,SUCH MARVELOUS BEINGS!
When God created woman he was
working late on the 6th day
An angel came by and said: “Why
spend so much time on that one?”
And the Lord answered: “Have you seen all the specifications I have to meet to shape her ?"
“She must be washable, but not made of plastic, have more than 200 moving parts which all must be replaceable and she must function on all kinds of food, she must be able to embrace several kids at the same time, give a hug that can heal anything from a bruised knee to a broken hearth and she must do all this with only two hands”.
The angel was impressed. “Just two hands....impossible!“ And this is the standard model?! “Too much work for one day....wait until tomorrow and then complete her“.
“I will not”, said the Lord. “I am so close to complete this creation, which will be the favorite of my heart”.
“She cures herself when sick and she can work 18 hours a day”. The angel came nearer and touched the woman.
“But you have made her so soft, Lord” “She is soft", said the Lord, “But I have also made her strong. You can’t imagine what she can endure and overcome.“ “Can she think?" the angel asked.
The Lord answered: “Not only can she think, she can reason and negotiate."
The angel touched the woman's cheek....
“Lord, it seems this creation is leaking! You have put too many burdens on her.” “She is not leaking....it’s a tear” the Lord corrected the angel “What’s it for?" asked the angel. And the Lord said: “Tears are her way of expressing grief, her doubts, her love, her loneliness, her suffering and her pride.” This made a big impression on the angel;
“Lord, are genius. You thought of everything. The woman is indeed marvelous!" Indeed she is!
And the Lord answered: “Have you seen all the specifications I have to meet to shape her ?"
“She must be washable, but not made of plastic, have more than 200 moving parts which all must be replaceable and she must function on all kinds of food, she must be able to embrace several kids at the same time, give a hug that can heal anything from a bruised knee to a broken hearth and she must do all this with only two hands”.
The angel was impressed. “Just two hands....impossible!“ And this is the standard model?! “Too much work for one day....wait until tomorrow and then complete her“.
“I will not”, said the Lord. “I am so close to complete this creation, which will be the favorite of my heart”.
“She cures herself when sick and she can work 18 hours a day”. The angel came nearer and touched the woman.
“But you have made her so soft, Lord” “She is soft", said the Lord, “But I have also made her strong. You can’t imagine what she can endure and overcome.“ “Can she think?" the angel asked.
The Lord answered: “Not only can she think, she can reason and negotiate."
The angel touched the woman's cheek....
“Lord, it seems this creation is leaking! You have put too many burdens on her.” “She is not leaking....it’s a tear” the Lord corrected the angel “What’s it for?" asked the angel. And the Lord said: “Tears are her way of expressing grief, her doubts, her love, her loneliness, her suffering and her pride.” This made a big impression on the angel;
“Lord, are genius. You thought of everything. The woman is indeed marvelous!" Indeed she is!
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Monday, 3 September 2012
MY LOVER WOULDN'T HEED MY CALL
MY LOVER WOULDN'T HEED MY CALL:
I remember the first time him I saw
Boy, didn't it send shivers down my spine
From then on to myself I made a vow
That one day with him I would finally dine
But my lover wouldn’t heed my call.
Day in, day out him I would time
When and where he passed myself I found
He smiled; the bells in my heart would chime
Everything about my sweet was truly divine
But my lover wouldn't heed my call.
How I wish you could all see his lovely smile
Oh, how to see it I would walk many a mile
His charming ways, my time oh so worthwhile
To reach out to him, I tried all my womanly wiles
But my lover wouldn't heed my call.
Days gone by, I asked myself, "how much
longer?"
The attraction only kept growing stronger
For him to notice me I had to be bolder
For him to see and accept me I had to be closer
But my lover wouldn’t heed my call.
So with my friends our hands we joined
We sat down and together we planned
My untold suffering had to be eliminated
My lover had to heed to the call I beckoned
But my lover wouldn’t heed my call.
So one day my plans finally sailed through
A chance to talk to him I luckily got
To him I presented my proposed draft
But he said we had to have a referendum first
So my lover didn’t heed my call.
The day dawned and to the poll they went
My heart kept hoping for the' yes' to win
Hours slowly dragged by that voting day
Lady luck was on my side and the yes vote won
But my lover didn’t heed my call.
Ah…I remember the day of promulgation
The day my heart sang with such jubilation
The day I said goodbye to all my frustration
When I showed the door to all mediation
But my lover still wouldn't heed my call.
Till now I keep pinning for him slowly
Even after litigation,"aluta continua"
Our enemies I shall have to fight boldly
When shall I enjoy our union? I ask sadly
When my lover still doesn’t heed my call.
I will never give up on us though
If I succeed the benefits I will enjoy
So I keep trying through and through
Like for Helen I will fight as did Troy
And one day, my lover will heed my call.
PREFIX:
This is a poem that uses the persona I to
represent Kenya and The lover written about is the new constitution. It
talks of the hurdles in the implementation process and the hope that one
day it will come to pass.
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