KWANZAA FOCUS FOR TODAY:
NIA
Being navigators,
Let’s continue railwaying
God’s divine wisdom:
Navigating the journey
To the Dream’s reality:-
In divine guidance,
Let’s shorten the destiny
To our long journey:
Earlier, pulling into
Our liberation’s station:-
Thus, be our purpose;
Praise God for our ancestors,
Who with less did more:
Leaving us with less to do
In gaining full liberty:-
NIA
A Kwanza Thought For Today)
Be the seed you are,
Sown here in the soils of hope;
Germinating hope:-
Your roots anchoring,
Be divine guidance growing;
Fruiting ripe wisdom:-
Inspiring reapers,
Guide them in the harvesting;
Saving neighbors:-
Brethren I write to you
I Understand I wronged you
And did not believe in you
I gave the enemy my ear
Forgetting what was our nia
A wish that our ancestors shedded blood for
Disunity easily scattered it
My heart is bleeding not knowing when it will end
My eyes are flooding with tears
My arms are trembling with fear
When I realize I pointed a gun at my brothers
A wise man once said I’m not free
Until my neighbors land is liberated
Let’s join our hearts and hands to build a bridge
That will bring everyone to the light and liberty
The hands that will flee the enemy,
The enemy that have occupied our territories
They made us starve while we have food in the farms
Tanzanite in the mines and oil in the field
Not only oil and fish in lakes and ocean.
Once I purchased a book about
Total Recall
It might be of
Re-cap-i–tulation
Rum-i-nation
Or glorious immigrant stories….
But I failed to reach even
a library spot…
Too high a ladder.
Your ablution will falsify
Your ebb and flood tides
In Between, O Bed-Win!
In MS-DOS!
Hodge Podge!
Just Because!
Reading
is a nutmeg , seals
ap-Pen-Di-x
It sits in Perth-e-Non
For no good reason, hypertension.
And I silenced the speaker
TBD Key note narrator.
To-get-her
In the kingdom of ladies’ purses
Courses, topics and item songs too.
Never found a Trace lagos
Other than the fact that
He, too is a fire-fighter
Who was a gifted
“The God of small things.”
Passed souls. Pious. Tranquil eyes.
O! I adore ex-IT!
Just because
Ed-it-Ed
Is in void.
Voided.
Ban-n-ed
In Banff.
Muslim clerics
Said
Supposedly
C0-ED
As If
Maw
In
Maw-Rita-nia
In Mahmoud Darwish’s life, Jaded.
Glory in Faded, dim-lit stone, enlighten-ed!
Anyone? Someone?
Ahoy mates!
Savior?
Reverie? Ben-Hur?
Is there anyone alive out there?
Can anyone hear me?
Fuga kuku mechagua, kuku wa yetu asili,
Mayai wajizolea, kula jenga wako mwili,
Kuku kwa yai tokea, nayo ndani yake mwili,
Mayai sije maliza, kaja kosa kuja taga.
Kaja kosa kuja taga, kisa hakuna uzao,
kwa mikogo kajikaga, kitafuna chote leo,
badae takuja bwaga, na sipate kimbilio.
Mayai sije maliza, kaja kosa kuja taga.
Sitake ionja sumu, kwa maziwa siyonayo,
Hospitali kugumu, takosekana tibayo,
Kodoa nalo jukumu, uone yarefushwayo,
Mayai sije maliza, kaja kosa kuja taga.
Kisa moto kuwashia, sitoe yote makuti,
Kivuli kakupotea, na amani sije keti,
Usambe sikukwambia, sing’amue tofauti,
Mayai sije maliza, kaja kosa kuja taga.
Liuza maziwa pupa, leo ndama twatabika,
Tabika kitoka kapa, maziwa yanamashaka,
mashaka kwa zao pupa, livyojalia Rabuka
Mayai sije maliza, kaja kosa kuja taga.
Wanotumia wa moza, vya kwao sijevimwaga,
Nia mifugo ongeza, mayai tele kitaga,
Ya ndani mekueleza, mfanowe nawe iga,
Mayai sije maliza, kaja kosa kuja taga.
NIGHT is a mushy killer of
daylight whose victim
detroys shadows flattened
entities felled by object(ions)
-(prison splits minds, you)=
AND
a dreamy jury listens -!-
DAYlight rises vampirically like
the first felled Angel /(that
holy golden blood nourished it's
first victim called
in
som
nia //.\\ in a world that
continuously dreams.
:: 07-16-2018 ::
SPASIBA
Spasiba,
spasiba.
Kwa mwenyezi,
bila kipimo nakuenzi.
Spasiba,
spasiba.
Kwa mama ulileta duniani,
na kunilea.
Spasiba,
spasiba.
Kwa marafiki wa kikweli,
sio wahuni.
Spasiba,
spasiba.
Kwa wahusika wote wenye nia njema,
sio wenye sumu kwenye sindano.
Spasiba,
spasiba.
Kwa maadui washirikina na wenye fitina,
wasio na utu ila tu unafiki.
Garagazano hili,
hamwezi.
Spasiba,
spasiba.
LiterarySpaceAfrica Ian Munywe©
N-ight cold chill has turned
I-nto warm new morning light,
A-s dawn has broken.
Topic: Birthday of Shania "Nia" Paredes (March 9)
Photo: Google
Form: Acrostic Haiku
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