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Shoga Atoka Ulaya

Juzi juzi tulikuwa tunakutana 
Kwenye mishwari tulipitana
Hili na lile tuliambiana
Menzangu ukaenda majuu
Kufika kule ukajiona wewe mungu 
Uliotuacha huku nyuma ukatufananisha na vyungu 
Haya yote yalinifanya nihisi uchungu
Lakini usijali siku hadi siku Nitarudisha zangu nguvu.

Umerudi jana, kimya kimya unaogopa kurogwa 
Waache kurogwa wenye mahela Urogwe wewe hombolela
Kwa maalim ulifika
Dua na ubani ukaoshwa
Macho ya watu yasije kukudhuru Maana wewe ni kama nuru Kilaupitapo mwanga unazidi kuwaka
 Shoga hatukuwezi
Huko majuu itabidi tufike
Hata kama kukifika kama wezi.

Leo tumegongana
Excuse me ukanitamkia
Kiswahili umesahau
Barabara zina vumbi sana
Watu huwawezi
Uswazi umewazidi
Sana wamekuwa wakaaidi
Maneno wanayo ongea unaona kwako si sahihi Sana sana unawalinganisha na watu wa chini

?Kila ukimaliza kuamkia
Mkono wako unaosha na sabuni
Maradhi ya uswazi unayaogopa
Usije ukarudi ‘kwenu’ na magonjwa ya kuporomoka
 Kwa majembe na mashoka
Unagamba kama mungu kakupa vyema ya kuokoka
 Shoga umetisha
Huko majuu mwenzagu hatusemi

Leo kunisalimia unaona tabu
Mila za kwetu kwako unaona kavu
Kila usimamapo unahesabu hadi tatu
Asije mshenzi kukupora ukahisi moyo umekuwa mchafu Maana huku kwetu wezi kweli ni tabu
Shoga tangu umerudi kutoka ulaya, hatukuwezi

Nakupa miaka kama kumi
Umalize katabia kauhuni
Umalize ulaya kuwachuna
Uje huku tukucheke
Maendeleo uliokuwa unayataka yamekupiga teke Aibu unawakataza kwenu wasipayuke Kwakeli wewe mtoto wa kike
Kubali yakubalike
Nafsi yako ifanye impumzike

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Sisi Kama Sisi

Tatizo letu sisi kama sisi ni kwamba hatuna elimu lakini ni wajuaji 
Tatizo letu sisi kama sisi ni kwamba hatutaki kutembea bali kukimbia
 Tatizo letu sisi kama sisi ni kwamba hatushibi, 
Tunakula mpaka tunajamba 
Tuna ujeuri usiokuwa na faida
Tuna ujeuri usiokuwa wa kawaida 
Na tunaona ni sawa tu.

Tatizo letu sisi kama sisi ni wanafiki, Tunasema ndio kumbe tunamaanisha la
Tatizo letu sisi kama sisi ni wavivu, hatuoni maana ya kuchapa kazi, Sio kufanya kazi bali kuchapa kazi Tuna ujeuri usiokuwa na faida
Tuna ujeuri usiokuwa wa kawaida
Na tunaona ni sawa tu.

Tatizo letu sisi kama sisi hatupendani, Tunathamini watu wa nje kuliko wa ndani Chakushangaza hata hawa ndugu zetu kina nyani Huwa wanapeana heshima fulani
Tuna ujeuri usiokuwa na faida
Tuna ujeuri usiokuwa wa kawaida
Na tunaona ni sawa tu.

Sisi kama sisi hatuwezi kuendelea
Maana tayari kizazi chetu kimeshapotea
Wale waliobaki kazi yao kubwa ni kuwaonea na kuwatendea wale wenzao wanao wategemea 
Ule ujeuri usiokuwa wa kawaida na faida sasa umebaki kutuzomea
Na tunaona ni sawa tu.

© SMS

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I Is Not An Option, We Is

Am poor because am always tied

My hands are tied from the back to the front

My lips are shut and I cannot speak

I can only move my eyes from side to side

My mind is not sure of where it actually belongs

And my body keeps darting but not settling

I believe making my own decisions is hard

Because I is not an option, we is

 

I am told we makes sense

Makes us more respectful

Makes us more wealthier

Even though I do not know how

Am told that our money is collected and piled

When I say I cannot do that I want to build for myself am called selfish

Am called a bloody individualistic

and we is better than I

 

Am poor because I am weak

My mind does not act fast enough

And my heart cries too quickly

My mouth is shut because when I speak what I feel am condemned as just selfish and unrealistic

 

They say to me, you think you can do this alone?

They say to me, who ever successed alone?

They say to me, this is what we get for raising you?

They say to me, this is what happens when you give your children choices

 

I am poor because I carry too may responsibilities

I am poor because I cannot ask too many questions in the hope of knowing

I am poor because I am alone, when I ask for support

They say to me, You see! Did we not tell you we should be together

 

I am poor because my dreams are not supported

I am poor because my heart got long disconnected

I am poor because with all that I do, with all that I give, with all that I hope for

I stand to be corrected

I am poor because I am a soul long neglected

I am poor because you all worry in the eyes of society i stand to be perfected

I am a poor  person defected and affected

I am a person long injected and infected

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Tutampata Tu

Tutampata tu, tutampata
Kwenye Milima na mabonde tutampata
Kwenye maziwa na mabahari tutampata
Tutampata tu.

Kwenye majiji na mabarabara na manyumba
Kubwa na ndogo,
Tutamsaka na Tutampata
Kwenye mapango na mabonde tutampata tu
Hata kwenye shimo lenye giza na mifereji ya maji taka
Tutampata tu.

Tutampata , tutampata
Chini ya mti na chini ya  nuru ya mbalamwezi
Kwenye Jua kali na kwenye milio  yamatarumbeta
Tutamsaka, tutampata
Tutampata tu.


© SMS 2015

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The Desert Is You

I imagine a desert full of sand
I imagine a desert full of heat
I imagine a desert full of palm trees I imagine a dessert full of wind
I imagine you.

I imagine walking through a desert
We are walking side by side
I imagine the wind of heat blowing and distracting my vision 
Its sand stinging my eyes
I imagine sitting under a palm tree on a mat
Me at the left and you at the right
I imagine us facing each other
I imagine us talking
I imagine sleeping in the desert
In a tent with many cushions

I imagine that the nights are cold and very unkind
I imagine hearing voices of those that were buried here
That thought scares me,
It scares me a lot,
I suddenly feel like an intruder in this dessert
But your hand reaches out to me and presses tightly against my waist
I feel warms and I feel love
Lots of love and care

I imagine this dessert,
Iam in love with this dessert and its millions of sand, I imagine the dessert
The dessert is you.
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Sold

You know I used to think you loved us 
I used to think you cared for us
I used to think that you needed us
 Until the day you sold us

You told me you had no choice
You said there wasn’t another way
You told me that without us life will be better 
You said all this in the form of a letter 
You sold me.
You sold us.

I used to ask myself how you could have sold my brothers and sisters before me 
How you could have traded one of your very own blood for a complete stranger 
How you could stand there and watch me burn
Then very calmly take a turn
Now I know.

I know you sold me and my soul
Because you wanted money to build your hole
Had you looked properly you would have seen Cole in that very own hole
 But wait!
Where is the Cole that was in that very own hole?
Oh I forgot that Cole was also sold
After you realized our home was never really cold 
All the money that you got hold, and never told From that stranger who took you on that stroll 
You sold me and you sold my soul.

But you see I don’t feel sorry for me
I feel sorry for the ones that will come after me 
Their childhoods will be full of glee
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But their adulthoods will not be so free 
Between them they will constantly disagree 
From their homes and countries they will flee Because they felt that no one cared for thee.
The ones after me will struggle
Because of all the things you smuggled
The ones after me will struggle
Because they just couldn’t juggle
The ones after me will not snuggle
Their actions will be worse than that of free animals running wild in a jungle.
You sold me, you sold all of us, You sold a generation
Now they have no souls
Just because you had your own goals 
Goals that involved a body for a roll 
Objectives that involved a soul for a poll.
We were sold
By our very own blood
Now sit back and watch the flood
Turn our once beloved land into a pot full of mud.

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Why Am I Not Afraid

Why am I not afraid?
To no one do I expect to receive aid
To no one is my mind or body a slave or a maid
To no one do I run to when I believe the Lord is not answering when I pray

Why am I not afraid ?
To no one do I turn to when I feel my life is a dismay
To no one do I blame when I have been left betrayed
To no one do I stop trusting and start to trust when I have been misled

I am not afraid because I am me
I am not afraid because I have remained me
My heart is free
My eyes can see
That my life is full of glee
So by the beach I sit and see
The layers and layers of water flowing widely and peacefully into the sea
I am me, I am free

Why should I be afraid?

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The Fallacy of Prophesy

?They bow down when they see me,
They put their hands together when they see me, They kiss my fingers when they see me,
They look high above my shoulders when they see me, Iam a Prophet.
The people believe me,
The people look up to me, The people worship me, They want to be just like me, They want to speak just like me, Dress just like me,
Look just like me,
I am a prophet, the chosen one.

And the people say, look at him.
Did I not tell you he was strong child?
Did I not tell you he was smart child?
Did I not tell you he was the chosen one?
Do you see his wealth child?
Do you not see his character child? The manner he carries himself child?
?Do you not see his beauty child? 
My child he is the chosen one.

Books will quote me,
Academics will reference me,
Books will be authored by me,
Children will be born by me, 
Generations after generations will speak about me, I am the prophet.
I am the chosen one.

The fallacy of prophecy, you rise and they follow,
Even though they have no idea if you really are the chosen one, 
The fallacy of prophesy, you lead and the follow,
Even though they do not know the direction your taking them, 
They fallacy of prophecy, you demand and they respond. 
The fallacy of prophecy, you ask and they answer

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Without Expression I Am the Question

Samra comes here often Pretending she wants to buy stuff Or is looking for something
What she is really look for though is me
She wants to know who iam
She wants to know what I do
She wants to know where am heading She wants to know where I have been She wants to know why am here 
She wants to know me

I stare at samra for a while
Poor little girl
Wasting her time on a man who got a woman She knows this she does
But she continues to come here Everyday she comes here
She comes dressed up
Bright shiny clothes
Lots of eyeliner and fake hair
I know its fake because you see the lining near her forehead 
She wears too much perfume
Samra wants me to notice her
I want no trouble so I look away

Now she is here
With half her breasts out
And her tongue wiggling to and fro She is playing with those long eyelashes Flickering them up and down
Up and down
Up and down
For a moment I stutter
This girl is asking for trouble
And trouble she is going to get
Now she is behind my counter
Acting all shy like she a piece of silk
This devil girl is sick
I am going to do her proper
I know this is improper
But she is making my eyes dropper
Once am done am going to leave her like a chopper

She wanted to know who I was
She wanted to know what I do
She wanted to know where am heading
She wanted to know where I have been She wanted to know why am here. She wanted to know me.

She starts screaming rape
Looking at me like I am to blame
Now everybody is looking at me with shame 
Through their eyes I see hatred and aim Claims made with the aim to achieve fame I regret giving into the game
The game that has now cost me flames
I regret ever looking at something that wasn’t mine
How could something happen over such a short line Making me feel like I was on cloud number nine

I am acting like I have been drinking a thousand glasses of wine Too damn ashamed of my own self shine
But even as you read Question me you will succeeded For a man’s reasoning can only exceed You will say it was my greed That led me to reseed
Wasn’t me that took lead? Wasn’t it him that wanted this need?
For samra is a woman Everything about her was that of a trueman 

Poor little girl
That bastard really made her swirl Now she is left up to curl
Whilst he continues to twirl
Poor little girl.

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We Are Who We Are

We are who we are

We are not going to change

We are not going to please

We are not going to prove

We are not going to question

We are not going to satisfy

We are who we are.


You are who you are

You walk your way

You talk your way

You look your way

You complain your way

You shit your way

You are who you are

We are who we are.


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