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Animal Voice

Oooih! Oooih!
Listen to the voice of an elephant,
Crying in the wilderness,
Help me, save me, leave me alone,
I need to live and keep my tasks.

Oooih! Oooih!
The rhino is also weeping,
So much in pain,
Help me, save me, leave me alone,
I need to live and keep my horns.

Ladies and gentlemen,
These are some distress calls from the wild,
Who will listen?

Dear listener, God gave us nature,
Sweet and nice to watch, yes I mean sweet,
Gave us animals, forests, rivers to name but a few,
Gave us responsibility and ability over nature,
But why!  Why! Why turn against our future?
Nature holds our future, why do we kill it?

The cries from the wild, are really disturbing our ears,
So much is at risk, when we hunt and kill our wildlife,
Fewer tourists, local or foreign, and less to boast about,
Killing our animals, is surely killing our super future,
Skinning our animals, is skinning our super future,
Nature holds our future, why do we kill it?

Skins, tusks, horns belong to our animals,
Teeth, meat and life, all are given by God,
Enjoy their viewing; leave them as they are,
We warn you, touch – them- not,
If you were to touch them, part their backs and go!
 Nature holds our future, why do we kill it?

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The Biting Pill

A star is in the making, hopeful and joyful,
Digital as it’s said, ready and set to go,
Dwindling   in the spirit, rising but shaky,
A pill is fixed on the lips, slowly sinking in the mouth,
Substance abuse really, a bitter pill in our midst.

The pill is biting slowly, the pill is surely killing,
Having no boundaries, considering no gender,
Changing a hero to zero, from a leader to a failure,
Education will now be history, hopes will sure go down,
Risks will be so high, and ooops!  life will surely sink.

Some will give them names, to hide the bitter truth,
The biting pill for sure, is here to steal and kill,
Separating from the visioners, fixing in the perishers,
Bitter will never be better, letter Z will never be A,
The substance really biting, hurting and hitting hard.

The star is making headlines, loosing all the lines,
Stammering and staggering, moving back and forth,
The pill will now be flowing, slowly down the throat,
Biting like a serpent, as it flows down to the belly,
The liquid is so lethal, blinding and even killing.

Shouting and loosing manners, the fruits of the taking,
Dirty mind and dirty self, cleanliness will never mind,
Highs will now be lows, determination will be frustration,
Zoom will now be doom, the visions will be rebellion,
All will now be useless, rise up and see the danger.

Let not the pill on your lips, sink down into your mouth,
Spit it out and know for sure, life will be assured,
And the liquid so lethal, drain it out of your mouth,
Stop and stop the danger, that threatens our future,
And in oneness and in faith, we clear the biting pill.

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The Rock In the Eye

Here comes a word,
A word that cuts as a sword,
You could have heard it’s foreword,
From a songbird or a ladybird,
But I renew your memory,
Of the rocks in our eyes.

I will whisper, mime or even shout,
If this will bring attention,
Prevention and intervention,
Of this hurting, pinching rock,
Preventing the shutting of eyelid,
For the rock is in the eye.

The monster is taking shapes,
octagon,
Will take you for a marathon,
Not in Babylon but imaginary,
Building unseen houses and castles,
For the rock remains in the eyes.

They press it through the blood,
And power press it by the nose,
Sink it down the belly by mouth
In the hope of rising and firing,
But bears so much detention,
For the rock is still in their eyes.

The pain becomes unbearable,
Tears are flowing freely,
Eyes are shutting truly,
Ooh! Lives are surely ending,
And desperation is now showing,
For the rocks are in the eyes.

Some will end on streets,
Roaming with insanity,
Many will return to infancy,
Mind, speech and deeds,
Others bed partners in jail,
For the rocks are in their eyes.

I will sing a song of desperation,
For the song of joy is gone,
I will lament with no comment,
For the lives that are destroyed,
Man and future squashed,
By the rock that is in the eye.

We all stand accused,
And amused by the situation,
Let’s all get attached,
To save the situation,
We all are getting worried,
By the rock in our eyes.

Dear listener, is there hope?
Will Mary, Stacy and Tracy perish?
No! No! No! We all are afflicted,
But will never ever be defeated,
We will all take positions,
To remove the rock in the eye.

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Unfamiliar Route

Life is a route they say,
And I choose the rooted route,
For the root will hold the fruit,
And the shoot will ever be strong,
But somehow there is a question,
Where am  heading to really?
I need to be directed and led,
For I am injected with neglect,
Dejected and never corrected,
Where are my mentors, I ask,
Hiding, misguiding or backsliding?
Will I manage the unfamiliar route?

I once was a pilgrim to haven, 
Now sure I am a victim of ravens,
Torn and bleeding, nowhere to hide,
Exposed to unfamiliar dangers,
Imposed new and bad cultures,
Inhaling of dirty, uncouth mist.
I once used to shine as a skyline,
I would dine with the prominent,
To get advices and spices of life,
Now at the bottom line for sure,
And in a topsy-turvy state, oh no!
Will I manage the unfamiliar route?

I have decided, to go on my way,
I sure will attain the unattainable, 
Make lifeless regardless of kindness,
And holding a gun and not for fun,
One two three,Boom!Boom!Boom!
Do or die! Not a movie but reality.
Will run to Fathers,Nuns and Pastors,
Not for repentance but vengeance,
Go to the neighbours and daughters,
Snatch their precious from them,
Oh boy!I have much condemnation,
With less and less determination.

I am loosing my way surely, boy!
The route is getting nasty and nastier,
My roots are getting weak and weaker,
My fruits will now get bitter and bitter,
Am labouring and toiling in vain really,
Digging, harvesting nothing in seasons.
Dear listeners, I have a question,
And a suggestion for your digestion,
Do you want me really to achieve,
Make strong my root,my fruit will enjoy,
My future don’t destroy, make it!
And I manage the unfamiliar route.

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The Jonah Attitude

Perhaps I have a sweet voice 
Perhaps I can convince and maybe.. warn
Is it that my legs are fast
And my hands filled with swiftness
Perhaps so special I am, physically and spiritually
That I have been sent for the task?
Oh no, WA-LA-LA
To go and break the walls of darkness
To go up and tear the devil’s kingdom down
A call to devotion and dedication
WA – WA- WA not me, never! Hapana
And perhaps a call to depart from the kawaida
I would rather listen to the voice within
“Lala wewe lala”
There is much to bargain and less to listen
Should I go or should I not!
One more time, should I?
Not I !
And oops, disaster strikes
The beginning of my failure, end of my success
Pain and anguish really follow me
The imagined special self, all flow to nothing
From hero to zero, from strong to weak
Pain at the top, front and all over
Can’t bear this anymore
Oh my Lord, talk to me, am listening
Am down to earth, lift me maker of earth
“Akiniita nitaitika, nitafanya kazi ya Bwana”
Oh – Oh – Oh Lord
Remove from me the Jonah attitude
And put in me the Paul attitude
I will listen to your cool sweet voice
Create in me a working heart
Much to talk of you, less to think of evil
And the sure thing is, all will be well with me
And your people will repent and come back to you
And the kingdom of the devil
Will come down … crushing!

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The Mystery

As the saying does go,
A barking dog seldom bite,
Am not here to bark nor mime,
But to say what is in me,
A burnt child does dread fire,
For I have seen many go to drain.
When a child is surely born,
Celebrations are all over,
‘He’s pretty, he’s sweet, he’s mmwaah’
But the mystery still remains,
What will he be when he grows up.
A danger once foreseen,
We do say is half avoided,
The young upcoming adult,
Will do have a lot to check,
Expectations, Imaginations, 
And maybe appreciations,
All surround the little child.
Go baby go! Go baby go!
Are voices from every corner,
And the mystery still remains,
What will he be when he grows up.
Visions are really followed,
The routes are set in place,
“When I grow up,
I want to be a doctor”
Injecting and treating the sick,
Bringing smiles to all the sick.
Others have the zeal to fly,
Flying up and above our heads,
Ssssshhhh! Brrrrrr! 
Hovering all over the world.
And yet to many others,
Speaking Jesus to all the nations,
Baptizing them in name of Jesus,
Making them Disciples of Christ.
But the mystery still remains,
What will he be when he grows up.
Questions, ambitions,
Reasons and visions,
For all new born babies,
Hopes, dashes and rushes for jobs,
When time comes for adulthood,
Who, who, who will they be?
But the sweet melody in our ears,
God will be with them,
Mmmmm! I repeat,
God will be with them.
AMEN!

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The Angel

When a child is surely born, hopes surround her future,
Celebrations are all over, innocence is seen in her eyes,
Life is in the making, for growth is surely inevitable,
Not knowing what awaits her, and what the future holds.
 
And now reality is here, the sweet child is weeping,
Crying with no redemption, attention has eroded,
Aaah! Abuse is the order, the rights have faded,
From beatings to punishing, harassing of the girl,

Molesting of the angels, is killing of our future,
Denying of their rights, is surely retrogressive,
So many are afflictions, of the little children,
If God loved them so, why do denounce them.

Touch their hearts, never pierce their hearts,
Stop! Stop! The violence, help save the children,
Report any violence, curb this immorality,
And bring back the smile, of the little children.

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The Little Angel

Ding dong, ding dong,
A call to the nation, and all in the presence,
Awaken your ears, awaken your spirits,
A child is crying, a child is calling,
Struggling, losing the fight, is a young cool child,
Who will heed the call, to stop the big fall?

So much we can mention, afflictions of the angel,
From abuse to neglect, violence to assumption,
From hunger to torture, the nature not forgiving,
From homes to the community, schools not to mention,
All around us surely, shouts of violence really,
Who will heed the call, to stop the big fall?

Dear listeners, for how long will the child suffer,
Physically, mentally, emotionally and psychologically,
No! No! No! Stop this, stop and shop for goodies,
Turn the cries to fries, and trials to celebrations,
Many are the afflictions, of the little, little angel,
Who will heed the call, to stop the big fall?

Do you imagine, busy destroying your future,
Oh yes! I mean it, no child, no future, that’s it,
Punching, kicking, slapping, a step of real destruction,
Indecent touching of children, by old with no apology,
Bad exposure to mention, all in an angels basket,
Who will heed the call, to stop the big fall?

 Shout and shame the devil, report and end the evil,
Save this great generation, brighten up their faces,
 Joy and jubilation, celebration is in the channel,
Happy happy day, when a child will be a jewel,
Non to drop or lose it, but cherish and hold to end,
Let’s all rise to the occasion, and save the little angel.

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The Giant

There is a giant in the room, that plans to push us out,
Torturing and crushing, never nurturing and mentoring,
Targeting all within vicinity, with or without identity,
Sparing none who dare it, scaring all that will get near,
Drug abuse is surely a giant, looking around for a bite,
The giant is such a menace, threatening my sweet self.

Will affect all the affectionate, leaving homes in separation,
The busy will now be jobless, the trusted become busted,
And oohh! Taking a serious turn, from hopeful to hopeless,
Getting deeper into trouble, talents simply going to drain,
The gigantic giant is growing, more and more every minute,
The giant is such a menace, threatening my sweet self.

Some begin by the saying, ‘Boy, want to taste the sweet life’
Others would merely say, ‘am old enough to do the obvious,
Oh no! the feeling may seem cool, but bites like a lethal snake,
Once you are in the trap, freeing is such a big and tricky issue,
Stop it man! Please be yourself, take control of your own life,
The giant is such a menace, but together we can defeat it.

Ichoose never to take drugs,
I will take full charge of my sweet self,
SAY NO TO DRUGS, SAY YES TO LIFE.

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Lazy Bancy

Somewhere in the woods, was born a lazy Bancy,
Born to be a winner, hope surrounding her life,
Her life was much a drama, laziness was her banner,
School work was not her choice, learning wasn’t her base,
Exams would trigger ulcers, the results causing disaster,
Lazy Bancy is in exam room, looking around for escape.

Targeting the top performer, lazy Bancy fell in a trap,
Nothing would stop her surely, from getting her target mark,
The more she searched for A’s, the more she got her E’s,
Her hopes were really sinking, pressure was surely mounting,
Eeee’s were in the increase, Dddd’s were in the decrease,
Lazy Bancy is in exam room, looking around for escape.

The time is almost nigh, to separate wheat from the oat,
Ding dong!  Ding dong! ‘It’s time for the examinations’
‘Oooops! Am not ready, I have not rehearsed and revised,
Am in double trouble, triple trouble and to be precise,
Lacking confidence, intelligence and needed instruments,
Lazy Bancy is in exam room, looking around for escape.

Aaaah! Passing is my portion, never my devotion,
In the examination, less and less attention,
Oh no!  I’II have to get a leakage, never mind integrity,
Cheating in the exam, risk my future results,
Stop! Stop and work for future, have determination,
Let virtue be your portion, never ever cheating.
AMEN.