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Dominic Njumbi Poem
Remember When
Remember when we first met,
How young, how naive we were,
With nothing to call our own —
Only love, and dreams to share.
Remember when we took our vows,
Against the counsel of the world,
Swearing to stand come storm come sun,
And fighting fiercely for our love.
Remember those nights we bitterly wept,
When the road grew rough and long,
Yet your hand never left mine,
And your smile lit our darkest days.
Remember when we vowed to endure,
Now look at us my dear,
Weathered by time, but still strong —
Still laughing, still loving, still blooming.
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War broke out, and all were called to fight.
Young and naïve he stood,
Fear tightening around his tender throat—
Yet patriotism spoke louder.
Thus marched the unknown soldier.
“Why must peace be born of war?”
He wondered,
His plea falling on deadened ears.
“March!” — that was the order.
And so he fought without understanding,
The unknown soldier.
He gave his blood, his sweat, his all,
Yet no one ever knew his name.
Fate turned its face away—
The enemy claimed him,
And they called him
The unknown soldier.
The old declare the war,
The young go forth and die.
And when peace finally dawns,
Those who bore its cost
Are remembered only as
The unknown soldiers.
Copyright © Dominic Njumbi | Year Posted 2026
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As the plane thundered overhead,
the little one smiled—faint, fragile—
at last, he thought, help had come.
He hungered for bread,
for water,
for life.
He was mistaken.
With trembling hands,
he lifted his empty plate—
but death was what descended.
Fire rained from the heavens,
hell unleashed upon him,
though innocence clothed his soul.
And far away, they celebrated.
They named him terrorist—
a child who only begged for bread.
Yes—
a terrorist,
for daring to be hungry.
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Sleep, my son,
hush, hush, little one.
Your father's heart hums for you,
your mother's heart longs for you.
It’s eventide;
darkness wraps the world in black velvet,
yet the moon shines gloriously,
and the stars weave a lullaby,
all for you, my son.
I cherish you, boy.
Your worth surpasses the rarest emeralds;
your laughter stitches my frail soul,
and your sleeping face undoes me.
You and I—
we are of the same essence,
the same murmured wish to the heavens.
You are the yearning of my old soul,
the answer to dreams whispered in silence.
And I love you—
beyond what any words can say.
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The Lord chose me for Himself,
Before the dawn of ages.
He asked not for my consent—
He simply said,
“You are a priest forever, as is Melchizedek.”
As I shepherd His flock,
The road grows long and weary;
At times the rains beat hard upon me,
Yet I take heart in His words:
“You are a priest forever, as is Melchizedek.”
Time has weathered my old soul,
Yet I have served with zeal.
“May I rest now, Lord?” I ask—
But He gently reminds me,
“You are a priest forever, as is Melchizedek.”
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I laid my heavy head upon my bed,
Worn thin by the day’s demands.
Every inch of my body burned,
And soon I fell into deathlike sleep.
In that land, I met the Lord—
Long had I evaded Him;
But this time, He found me,
And would not let me go.
He kissed my weary soul,
Overwhelmed by His love;
I poured out my broken heart,
As His gentle hands held me still.
I know not all that passed between us,
But I woke with a heart made willing—
Ready to serve,
Ready to follow where He leads.
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I want to go home —
my heart aches for belonging.
But where is home?
Can a man truly be homeless?
I take flight, running,
to the place I once called mine.
But the gates refuse to let me past —
for a house is not a home.
I knock and pound upon the door,
yet no one comes to answer.
I hear their laughter echo within —
for a house is not a home.
Painfully it dawns on me,
I’m not welcome where I was born.
Perhaps it’s time to rise from the ashes,
Find a heart that will love my weary soul,
and build — not just a house, but a home.
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A Young Night
The moon softly lit the night,
and the wind whispered gently.
The sea hummed a tender tune,
as crickets sang in harmony.
It was a young night—our first together.
My pulse quickened beneath her gaze,
her smile held me captive,
my heart whispered: now or never.
She let her guard slip,
And I gladly took the hint.
Kisses deepened, sighs entwined,
until the world faded—
and we both surrendered, breathless
We had become one,
Forever.
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My heart aches—
blood seeps like a broken spring,
grief walks beside me,
a silent but clinging shadow.
Hope feels distant,
a fading echo in a void.
Life bears down on these frail shoulders,
its weight crushing bone and breath.
Fear has chained my limbs,
each step a battle I cannot win.
Yet still, I lift my head—
and there, upon His throne,
The Lord sits with a radiant smile,
His voice gentle but firm:
“Press on, My child.”
But how long, Lord?
How long must I endure?
Copyright © Dominic Njumbi | Year Posted 2026
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On a cold morning, heavenly dew kissed his nest,
the wind hummed a song he knew not.
He sat alone, his tiny chest burdened with grief.
Mama had been his shield, his rock,
and now, she was gone, never to return.
He gave the vast world a glance,
a void that he wished to explore.
But fear whispered into his ears,
its talons digging deep into his heart.
With death knocking, he was out of time.
His claws trembled at the edge of the nest,
the swirling abyss below waiting to swallow him.
a voice whispered to him, stay,
but this time he knew the voice was wrong
he leapt
To his surprise, the sky embraced him.
as he glided smoothly
The cold breeze rushed past his feathers,
with rays of the sun illuminating his path
The world had received him with open arms.
It was a new dawn
Copyright © Dominic Njumbi | Year Posted 2026
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