IMANI: Kwanza Thoughts For Today
seeds of faith must grow,
fertile soil germinates faith;
Be that soil of faith:-
We must live our faith...
We must be our faith's heartbeat...
Let's blossom daily...
Faith is for living,
Let's plow rows of faith;
Fruitfully growing:-
N.B.: Amani na upendo;
Be a spiritual rock,
Rolling onward in your faith:-
P.S.: May my Kwanza clusterings,
Tease your AI ponderings;
NI awareness rooted:-
Mungu
amenisamehe katika dhambi zangu muda
wote
Mungu wangu Mungu wangu
amenisamehe
amenisamehe Wewe imani yangu kuwa
mbali Bado na bado anakusanya matumaini yangu,
ndoto yangu Mungu
amenisamehe Katika dhambi zangu muda wote
Mungu wangu, Mungu wangu Yeye
amenisamehe
amenisamehe katika
dhambi zangu katika
dhambi zangu
nimejazwa neema
Rehema uso
Mungu
amenisamehe
Mungu amenisamehe
Mungu Mungu amenisamehe
3/10/21
written words by James E Lee Sr. 2021©
Baba ruhusu yako Rehema ya Mwana Rehema yake iwe juu yetu
Baba Niokoe na mdomo wangu;
Kitendo hiki ninapokiri;
Hizo dhambi na makosa;
Nimekuwa sina imani;
Baba ruhusu yako
Rehema ya Mwana;
Rehema yake iwe juu yetu;
Yesu rehema Yesu huruma na neema Hatuokoa kutoka kwa kifo cha milele; Kwa maana iko mbinguni mahali nitakapoishi milele
~
Father
Save me with my mouth;
This action when I do confess;
Those these sins and transgression;
I've been faithless;
Father allow you
Son's mercy;
His mercy to be will endow on us;
Jesus mercy;
Jesus mercy and grace;
Saves us from eternal death;
For it's in heaven;
a place I'm going to live for all eternity;
7/13/20 © 2020
#YouAreNotNext
No.
That predator should've kept his eyes closed,
His hands to himself,
His temptations under control.
Often times we indulge in these predators behaviour.
Feminist Imani once said, "as short as this poem was, another woman just became a victim of rape" and I add on, as ongoing as this may be the hive is/are predators waiting to be unvailed.
Predators turn into vultures and then rapist.
I could go on and tell you how trifle it is to these people,
The innocence and beauty you possess even when you don't believe it,
The stride in your walk even when you don't have pride,
But I'm here to talk to my women.
It's not your fault, neither is it his but I'm not here to make excuses for him and justify his actions.
It's a contusion,
But every contusion heals.
You're a trove of more than what lies between your thighs . You're a trove of all that exists and is yet to happen.
Do not let a predator steal your shine for every Queen should stand their ground even when they are on the floor.
~Low-Key Poet??
-Sihle Simelane
The Horn of Africa is where I am from.
I am just a simple woman with her children.
Lord God is our seeker and natural disaster will come.
I must conserve my last drop of water.
I see the sunrise high in the east.
In bottles, water exists.
I know that a drought is on the horizon.
My swallow of water is in my eyes.
My struggles have been many.
My strife is a way of life.
Never do I blame Lord God for this evil.
We live side by side.
Segmented are our families tribal to their forms.
We have seen droughts before and we know this is not the worst to come.
A bottle of water I take to my mouth to drink.
I treasure the quenching and feel the relief.
I look inside and see my last swallow of water that I will swill.
My tongue touches my lips and I think about the last drought my life seen.
I thank God and say – Hallelujah Amen!
User Name: Verlena
Pseudonym: Oblivion Dark Sunshine
Motif: Imani
SHE WALKS WITH CONFIDENCE SHE WALKS WITH PRIDE STRUTTING AROUND IN HER PLUS SIZE.
SHE CARRIES HERSELF LIKE A SUPERMODEL LIKE A NUBIAN QUEEN SHE IS ONE OF THE BADDEST CHICKS I EVER SEEN.
SHE PUTS GOD FIRST IN HER LIFE AND HOLDS ON TO HIS HOLY WORD.
SHE GLOWS WITH HER HONEY ALMOND BROWN SKIN AND HER SHINY BLACK HAIR.
HER BEAUTY IS NOT TO BE TAKEN FOR GRANTED IT IS TO BE CHERISHED AND SHE LETS PEOPLE KNOW THAT.
IMANI IS HER NAME AND BEING CONFIDENT IN HERSELF IS HER GAME.
Is always nice and
Melodious in working with others.
Aesthetically speaking she is
Nice and with much success
In tune as a mighty princess.
Distance separates the pleasures
Of a touch never meant to be kissed
Once lost in void filled rainless
Clouds like tomorrow rewinds
As yesterday feasts upon my eyes
Won’t open to the realities of
Emotions felt only in an instant
Breathing shear insanity
Picking freckled leaves half buried
Under life’s sandy mounds over the moon
Smiles exist as inverse suicidal
Frowns burnt in noonday suns
Brilliant death’s lone conscious escape
Reside in tears never cried
Because if I told myself
Tomorrow is the day I saw
Perfection over my head is asked
My arm tattooed hypocrite
To a beach chair counted twice
Puddles of leg covered sand
Castles wash away tomorrow
Does not exist disguised as waves
Eroding yet tomorrow is merely a
Matter of a smiling Imani
Days migrate south for
Caribbean winters where
Vacations never end blissful
Loneliness plunges into feelings
Unknown a darkened abyss
Entreating a midday swim
Glancing neither right nor left
Fool hardily diving into
Tomorrow unknown
Tomorrow is not written
Tomorrow is not seen
Tomorrow is not heard
Tomorrow is not felt
Tomorrow is faith
The title is a Swahili name meaning "Faith"