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Waweru Ngugi Poem
UNSUPPORTED CODE Wailing nature UNSUPPORTED CODE
Sorrowful, tired and hopeless I sit, watching the cruel sun setting
Looking at the few standing leafless trees, “they are lucky to be surviving”
No hope for new ones shooting after merciless cutting
As the wood millers did this, about tomorrow they were not thinking
The evergreen forest, to a new desert it’s slowly changing
But Mother Nature we are sorry, but we know dearly we will pay
We enjoy as we burn those rugs, but our nature we are destroying
Smoke and dangerous gases, factories produce in the name of manufacturing
For the flying birds we don’t care, all we need is profit making
Harmful gases we are inhaling, leaving our bodies weakening
Rising temperatures we experience, leaving many crying
But Mother Nature we are sorry, but we know dearly we will pay
On the mountain peaks and polar zones we see melting ice
Abnormal heat and wild fires we experience
Floods everywhere, since no tree stands on its place
Farmers crying, but no one to explain the rainfall decrease
Majority of us not being directly affected, we live in peace
But Mother Nature we are sorry, but we know dearly we will pay
Since all is not lost each has a big role to take
If we try we can revive everything to its original state
By planting trees and protecting forests, we will change our fate
And in clean and smooth streams flow of pure water will take place
Also let’s prevent soil, air and water pollution from taking place
But Mother Nature we are sorry, but we know dearly we will pay
By Waweru Ngugi
Copyright © Waweru Ngugi | Year Posted 2015
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Waweru Ngugi Poem
The Silent Village
In a silent, cool and quiet village I used to stay
Life was sweet, enjoyable and never in a hurry
Taking animals to graze, playing with other kids and swimming daily
Walking by clean and silent rivers where water was flowing freely
But if one doesn’t complete duties and chores, parents punished us dearly
Those days, life in that village was not only good, but also enjoyable
Schools were miles away, but we were never late
We wore no shoes, blazers and modern bags, but we looked great
In that village the dress code was simple but everybody was neat
Mothers bought cheap “mtumba” clothes in the nearest market
Men going to hunt and slaughter animals to balance the diet
Shopping list was a self-composed song to the shop when a child was sent
Those days life in that village was not only good, but also enjoyable
Everything was communal and batter trade was the affair
Cases of incitement, corruption and theft were not there
Discipline and correction of children was a community affair
To correct and punish any wrong child, every parent could dare
Scent of traditional food, honey and wild fruits used to fill the air
Those days life in that village was not only good, but also enjoyable
Sadly I sit today, I watch the world escalating
Skyscrapers mushrooming where the silent village used to be lying
Digital marketing replacing the sweet batter trading
Gated communities, where children do not know those neighboring
Good morals and behaviors in young ones diminishing
Pollution everywhere and Mother Nature wailing
Those days life in that village was not only good, but also enjoyable
(By Waweru Ngugi)
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Waweru Ngugi Poem
The Young Dreamer
Virtual features, situations and events
Some full of happiness and others full of sadness
Without understanding ourselves we become involved
Only to wake up and realize it was unreal
As little kids we have visions
Dreams and imaginations to make us great
To grow up, succeed and achieve all we can
To make a great change and conquer the world
But here we are how many made it?
To the young ones visions are reality
As time goes on we fill them with discouragements
We expose them to the ‘ impossible’ attitude of life
Showing them how we were there and never made it
As we ask them; what difference will you make from us?
Doctors, pilots and great men in the society we have killed
By discouraging them and shutting them off before they hatch
If only we supported them, a different world we will be having
Let’s get them, embrace them, listen and encourage them
Assist them in avoiding pitfalls we fell into
And finally after they make it aren’t us the ones to enjoy the world?
(By Waweru Ngugi)
Copyright © Waweru Ngugi | Year Posted 2016
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A Helping Hand
Easy to receive, hard to give is how we are
Everybody looking for things to fill where you are
Not caring for others, we want to reach up there
To get everything and bring it near
Not remembering others with nothing out there
That poor kid you help, nature rewards you later
Useless, worthless, sick and dirty they may look
With their dream for good life hanging on a hook
In hopeless, insecure and dangerous environs they have lived
Food, shelter, clothing and education they have lacked
On strangers, unknown, fortune and fate they have relied
That poor kid you help, nature rewards you later
Looking at us they are, waiting for us to offer a helping hand
Even a piece of cake or cheap cloth they haven’t refused
No one may see you, but you won’t go unrewarded
Any help you offer willingly won’t go unnoticed
Nature will see and your needs will be fulfilled
That poor kid you help, nature rewards you later
Giving a little won’t affect your monthly bill
Not only their lives you will help, but even their souls you will heal
Let’s join hands to help them ascend this life hill
Reward you may not get, but surely your descendants will
If we do so, a great life we will make for real
That poor kid you help, nature rewards you later
(By Waweru Ngugi)
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The Liquor Bottle
Conical at the top beautiful sides offers it support
Like a forest of oak trees in a bar, beautiful patterns they create
The shining reflective glass reveals the attracting liquid content
Salivating onlookers surround the container, ready to pounce on it
Like hungry man eaters, the opening pop sound they eagerly wait
That beautiful liquor bottle slowly turns you into a sluggard
Sweet, smoothing and addictive taste it has, others may say
Your heart, liver, brain and whole body, useless it will make
Inviting cancer, creating hangovers and bad moods, that’s the part it will play
Heavy clinic bills and short lifespan, that’s the price you will pay,
But finally in a six by four and seven feet underground you will lay
That beautiful liquor bottle slowly turns you into a sluggard
In the young and able men of the society we can’t rely
In dirty waters, by roadside and in dangerous dens they lie
Family fights and broken marriages have become the main cry
Then your friend death knocks at your door very early
It’s under that green large tree, your remains we will burry
That beautiful liquor bottle slowly turns you into a sluggard
Future doctors, sportsmen and leaders, in alcohol they dance
Fathers, mothers and whole society, let’s stop this menace
By doing so, development, ability and intelligence we will enhance
Institutions will grow and have a society that runs
We dream of the best society, but do we see it at glance?
That beautiful liquor bottle slowly turns you into a sluggard
( By Ngugi Waweru)
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Waweru Ngugi Poem
My Teacher
A shepherd of many, a shepherd in all times
An intelligent shepherd, a shepherd with great minds
Sacrificing and overlooking all your rights
You raise a simple mind to greater heights
Many great lives you make, by lighting up their life rights
Education and wisdom you share making us bright
My teacher, I may not pay you back, but your final reward is great
Your work is not just a profession, but a calling
Holding our lives and protecting them from falling
Your sacrifice for us and pains you underwent is what we are enjoying
As we sit down, we praise, thank and appreciate you in our thinking
The joy and gratitude we have in our hearts for you is overwhelming
My teacher, I many not pay you back but your final reward is great
Cold mornings, freezing nights and at all times you are with us
Holding everything aside, you care for us learners
Not expecting payment from us students you sacrifice for us
Not only in academics and career, but even talent you natures
From the land of illiterate, naive and uncivilized you removed us
In the territory of the learned, bright and wise you placed us
You are guardian angel, a parent away from home
My teacher, I may not pay you back but you reward is great
(By Waweru Ngugi)
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Waweru Ngugi Poem
The Valentine that Never was
That night I could barely close the eyes while sleeping
As I eagerly waited for the day breaking
The clock seemed to tick slower than usual
All I thought, another chance to see is coming
Months had passed without seeing you
But this night seemed a decade long
The only way of communication was the love letters
I could hardly wait to see your beautiful face
Your wonderful smile and glittering eyes
Which made me get crazy over you
I wish you knew, you were my everything
It was to be our first valentine date
To meet in town and buy some snacks
Then we proceed to the island where we were to spend the day
That morning I prepared the best
After ensuring I wore your favorite colors I left the house
Not forgetting your present, a 'Golden Japanese Wristwatch'
Arriving in town, I saw you across the street waiting for me
Beautiful more than six months ago
Only a five meter road separated us
I shouted your name and you looked at me
With a broad smile and excitement you crossed the road
But I only remember a loud bang
Thought it was a puncture but I was wrong
I saw you lying down, lifeless in a pool of blood
I cried but no one was there to console me
I couldn’t believe you were no more
My worst day ,a valentine that never was
(By Waweru Ngugi)
Copyright © Waweru Ngugi | Year Posted 2016
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The rocky mountain,
After a day long search, silently I sit down sweating
Holding all the letters and CV’s I have been writing
All the interviews I attended they told me “Keep waiting”
With all the encounters of the day I watch the beautiful sun setting
Giving me hope, tomorrow, another new dawn will be breaking
But I know, climbing this rocky mountain is wanting
After writing hundreds of letters my hand has turned blue
False hopes I get, from those with something to do
They say, experience, networking and who you know is what rules
All this after seventeen years in different of schools
But loosing hope, giving up and getting tired is what I can’t do
But I have known, climbing this rocky mountain is wanting
This mountain of employment is huge and challenging but many conquers
Step by step, slow but sure wake up and start, but know time moves
In this job searching and hunting intelligent counts
Here Patience, creativity and hard work all pays
Since you got something in your brain, put it into use
But I know, climbing this rocky mountain is wanting
You will get to the top if you keep moving
You will achieve it all if you keep trying
But you will loose everything if you keep idling
Learned and unlearned, there is something for those trying
Every new day, rising sun gives you a chance to keep trying
But I know, climbing this rocky mountain is wanting
(By Ngugi waweru)
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Yes I Can
Don’t call me poor, because I don’t have money
Don’t call me lazy, because you have a lot
Don’t say am miserable, because I walk while you drive
Don’t say am not neat because I don’t have a suit
Yes but treat me as a human because I am one
We both have red blood and we both get sick
We both wake up, but the difference is type of beds we slept on
As per now the only difference is our financial status
You have I don’t have, but I know I will also get
If only I get a chance like yours, I can make it like you
I am trying my best to make ends meet
You are trying your best to keep me off
They said I failed, I told them it’s beginning of another trying chance
But yes, Here I am; Am on my way up
And soon I will be where you are or further
Yes I can, since I have the ability
Yes I will, because my dreams are real
Yes am almost making it, since I can see the light
And it is true since I am alive and well
We are many down here, Yes
But I will make the difference
(By Waweru Ngugi)
Copyright © Waweru Ngugi | Year Posted 2016
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Unavailable Friend
Where are you my friend?
It seems you forgot me
Running away when i need you most
When am in problems you seem to repel me
People love me, when you come near me
They always call me, when you are with me
With you in me I can get everything I want
From friends to commodities even buildings
Your presence pushes away hunger and thirst
When clinching to me, I can go wherever I want
But every time I look for you
You seem to leap further away
Every morning I wake up to search for you
For nineteen years I have been in different schools
So that I can learn how to hunt you
But you only trickle to me in droplets
Not even quenching my thirsty wants
Money please I beg you, even if you don’t love me
Come near me, Come in form of silent notes
Even if you appear as many noisy coins, I promise won’t reject you
But please come and relieve me the burden of hustling daily
(By Waweru Ngugi)
Copyright © Waweru Ngugi | Year Posted 2016
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