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Grace Mutindi Poem
Are we not tired yet?
When will we feel it is time?
Time to put our feet firmly on the ground
Call ‘enough’ boldly by its name
See -
We stand proud under the sun’s daring heat
Unmoved by the rain’s beating-
Like sheep we follow convoys of our shepherds
90% of all that time-
‘Voices with echoes of complains and blames is all we perceive –
Thrown from this camp to another
Not solutions backed by actions
And all we do is acclaim by cheers and standing ovations
To statements that represent anything but unity
Anything but development utterances
Are we not tired yet?
When will we feel it is time?
Time to put our feet firmly on the ground
Call ‘enough’ boldly by its name
See –
We don’t need the opposition or the official
For disunity but not unity are the results many a times
We don’t need one keeping check on the other
Rather see one and all coming together
To not only talk the talk
And not only walk the walk
But to talk and walk the talk and walk hand in hand
For the common good
Are we not tired yet?
When will we feel it is time?
Time to put our feet firmly on the ground
Call ‘enough’ boldly by its name
See –
We don’t need taking sides
But standing side by side
For the times we’ve done so, a bitter pill it’s been
North, south, east, west-
The centre is where we all are
Our tribes, our religions and cultures are the genes-
That give birth to us Kenya
It is time to put our feet firmly on the ground
Call ‘enough’ boldly by its name
Our situation can be a win-win
For our country is much bigger than our bruised egos
And deserving more than the verbal insults we like to share
Or the physical beatings we’ve turned on each other
Let our fight be for each other and not against each other
Our leadership ‘now’ be emulation for better regimes in future
Leaders we need you undivided-
Fellow 'wenyenchi', we need us undivided
For a people that are divided are a struggling lot
And we’ve been a testimony to this gospel
It is time for enough.
Copyright © Grace Mutindi | Year Posted 2015
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Grace Mutindi Poem
Mother; Before you do it-
Won’t you give me an ear?
I know I wasn’t part of the plan
And uncertainty is all I bring-
To a being who’s too young to take on steeper responsibilities
To a being who had set this plan for another time
To a being whose life holds no stability of any kind
Mother;Before you do it-
Won’t you give me an ear?
My intention isn’t to cause wrinkles to form in your heart
The myriad questions straining your mind
Or to see you with that far-away gaze
For our lives are intertwined -what pains you pains me also
Mother;Before you do it-
Won’t you give me an ear?
I know you are under a lot of pressure
From my father who seems to see this the only way out
Your parents, how to narrate a tale that will break their hearts
The society, how to face their piercing watch and talk
Or the pain of the inhumane ordeal that you went through
Mother;Before you do it-
Won’t you give me an ear?
I would jump out of the haven of your womb-
If only to fill your loneliness with my little embrace
And wipe the sorrow in your eyes with my little fingers
If only to fill your mind with hopeful pictures of what I could be:
Maybe a doctor, a pilot, a teacher, a scientist, a famous artist
Or a leader from a young age who you’d be proud of-
I know this would surely make your heart smile
Mother;Before you do it
I know you’re not a big fan of me now
But like you, God also chose me
And He chose you to carry me
And if He’s been faithful in sustaining you this far
His faithfulness will never depart from our live
So before you do it mother, rethink
And hear this prayer of your unborn-
Give me a chance to live
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Copyright © Grace Mutindi | Year Posted 2014
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Grace Mutindi Poem
I am the honey pot
Famous for the well brewed bittersweet content within my belly
Like molten chocolate sweet, only more sumptuous
Not that I’m a bragger –
But many have come to me for an ounce of my content
And I must say; it has them licking their fingers
They can’t seem to have enough of me
But before you judge me a drug – hard or soft; which I’m none
It’s gospel my attraction is just as strong if not more
Having colleagues at all ranks, my fan base is overwhelmingly high -
Dozen power suits have shaken hands with me
Lucrative business deals sealed in my presence
Services are efficient under my order
Law lenient at the mention of my name
Findings less unraveling with me at the middle
Lands change titles under my brokerage
A few helping hands more willing at the sight of me
Small favours too at this age seek me first
My tentacles truly reach far and wide
And lest you call me a blackmailer or worse a prey –
I seek not, but sought after
Hooked as a bait on my colleagues’ preying poles
And cast into the stream of the less fortunate
To the oceans of abundance
Where their ever hungry greed is never filled
They care less of my side effects
That range from a sour reputation
Law catching up if I don’t buy a way out for them
To the recycled injustices from the days of their fathers
Injustices that to date rock the social, political, economic arenas
Bitter side aside–
I still remain an allure
To them it is survival of the fittest
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sun’s coat on the maize
here and there the squirrel ducks
leaving her to pant
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Grace Mutindi Poem
Decades have clocked past since we were capped by roof
As you take your children down the history without and in us
We fondly and times somberly reminisce with you
When it was just dad, mum and three carefree children
Now we hold faces of ten -
Mature features of the kids parented within us
How we miss the innocent shrieks of month-olds
The laughter and playful nature your siblings and you shared
Phases changed, wrinkles formed, and one by one, bid bye
The hollow you guys left still is ocean deep
Your occasional visits became occasional fills
You talk of mum’s discipline that we know too well;
That she would become this soft someday, we too couldn't have guessed
How your eyes brighten as you elaborate her nightly stitch work!
To testify we can – her now cracking joints are fruits of care, hard at work then
You fondly recall father’s silent ways of achievement,
How he taught not through words but by action
We sigh with you to shake off miss’s hard grasp
Feeling your deep regret that not you all, could be as him
The green, brown, gray, yellow hues as well, we picture
Yes, you did drag your feet to the fields before sun said hi
Yet beams you all were when “healthy colors” repaid your hard toil on the soil
How sad those glorious seasons come by rarely
Memory of the first grandchild is a treasure
The dozens more, we call them blessings
Great grandchildren, how they rejuvenate us with their plays!
Your older sibling would have loved these moments
History’s trickle has to come to a halt, as responsibilities call
With the farewells, loneliness is ushered, but hey…that’s just life
We remain standing, gazing with you at the fading figures of your loved ones
Glad for your presence and hopefully awaiting another visit
To go down this inexhaustible memory lane
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Contest:4 Walls (by CT)
Copyright © Grace Mutindi | Year Posted 2016
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Grace Mutindi Poem
Every time I see your face somber
And your tone unhappy
Any day that passes without us talking
My heart grows wrinkles
For your pain also pains me
And I question if I’ve done anything wrong to hurt you.
I know times when I’m moody-
Hurtful words may slip from my tongue.
Or I may act irrationally.
But it’s not that I ever want to hurt you.
And I know I rarely show you…
But my heart beats faster every time you’re not home on time.
I know I rarely show you…
But a million questions spin my mind every time you don’t pick my calls.
I know I rarely show you…
But every time I say goodbye, I always wish I’d stay there by your side.
I know I rarely show you,
But my heart smiles from end to end every time I see you happy.
I know I rarely show you…
But my concern for you runs far much deeper.
My care for you climbs far much higher.
And my love for you is unexplainable through words.
So anytime I’m moody don’t judge me harshly-
Just like you, I’m not perfect.
And though my reactions are out of the line at times…
It’s not that I ever want to hurt you.
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In the middle of the universe I stand
Pencil and pad warming my palms
All around pictures hang like the solar system
And my heart fondly wants to reach far like the sun
I let pencil do its orbit around pad if only to aid my heart
And I add a touch of good where nonexistent
Lay a pillow of kindness where hardness reigns
Blow a wind of love in a needed direction
Firmly stand before injustice’s glowering eyes
Erase sadness from a dazed gaze
Draw a smile to unsmiling features
Pat a defeated look with victory
Pour out peace into war torn zones
Doodle sanity over inhuman acts
Put a microphone up for the voiceless
I look around and elsewhere see joy, laughter, serenity
Turn the other way and hands are tangled in a stroll
Perseverance hard at work, kids running around without a care
And I smile as I plant these on this pad
Knowing well these are just words
But hoping like sun they may reach beyond these situations
And be a balm of hope to someone out there
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Your scent, take with my heart
Touch everything with my mind
Each hug closely snuggled within my arms
Before dragging these heavy steps towards the knob
Look around blurry at you, my world
Hopeful these memories last the lifetime I won’t be here
When melancholy visits away, you’ll be right there waving it adieu
If missing gets a higher fever, you’ll be the damp cloth to lower it
I wave goodbye to you, my home…. sweet home
But take you with me, where I go
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Grace Mutindi Poem
Her fingers admire the file; as if answers to sections of her life lie herein
Contest: One Liner (Silent One)
12/12/2015
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Grace Mutindi Poem
"You are mad!"
sometimes they tell you;
obscurity, unpredictability, and rebellion
sometimes become your stage name-
they forget Columbus' crew members
thought he was insane searching
for a new land;
they thought there was no other land
out there;
a "madman" proved them wrong
by stepping into America
And so centuries over;
Achievements have been gained
Not through cowardice-
From the likes of Queen Zinga to Susan Anthony
Zhuge Lian to Daniel Williams
Works of “many of our Colombus”
stood like the Everest, inspiring generations
and to this day they prove -
A mount or anthill of invention needs both skills and backbone
That bravery is freedom’s and progression’s wheel
Hear them, yet step on
Your destination waits
Contest: Guts and Gains
Teddy Kimathi & Grace Mutindi (09/07/15)
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