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it's the simplest thing we can do
that we don't find it the hardest
life has become a survival yet God never planned it that way
we call on his name all in vain for we only fear those who can fire us
true woship among belivers has been replaced with love for money and power in the church
the family unit established by God in the garden of Eden has been threatened by the rampant divorce and marriage separations among believers
the power to preach the truth and to receive spiritual guidance has been given monetary value
we no longer fear the giver of life but fear things created by God
we are afraid of loosing class and influence as that would make us seem weak
we are all competing just to educate our children yet we fail to teach them love,trust and patience
we are the modern day believers of Christ yet we are responsible for snatching and destroying other people's marriage
behind bars of alcohol and the bars of justice majority in there are born again Christians..
why because after children are born they only hear the word of God on Sunday yet the family is the basic primary church
we love those with money power and despise the poor for they cannot buy us'love'
Dear God have mercy on us for we love public praise rather than submitting to your will
we seek peace from God through phones yet God's word is now written in our hearts
we steal the young girls virginity just to satisfy our sexual lust
majority of our problems today are as a result of our lustful style of living..
many also are dead because of lust,envy and too much earthly pleasures forgetting God Almighty
no money can buy us freedom or peace
if love is not in you, you cannot offer it but hate and lust
if peace and patience are not your virtuals how can you then invest in time or talk about Faith and trust in God
Love God as He deserves and treat others as you would like to be treated for
what goes around will come back the same way
#chuimunga the poet
#made from Africa
#2020
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Goodmorning my dearest ones
I have a confession to make today
One day I was thinking about life
The struggles one has to endure before success kicks in
The investment one had to draw and rewrite before you are branded successful in life
Many millionaires are trying to become billionaires
Yet the poor are trying to become rich
To get food one has to work very hard for the rich for the powerful wants your money to
If a rich person tells you jump from a twenty meters apartment in exchange for a million many would do it
The richness of the soul is no longer classified as success but its joy is traded with money
If money could buy immortality then would God hàs value in our lives
But am glad a choice to live is in God's hand for if it were in human hands
Few black people would be alive,for racism would have won the day
My dear reader awake to the fact that we are busy with life problems
Then we neglect the everlasting soul
I would love to preach but my gospel is not sent but my own composition
Do wife submit to there husbands as st Paul said in Colossians?
Do husbands love there wives as it is the fairest gift one can give his wife
Do today's children respect there elders
In my tribesmen is there any elder who can lead an offering to God and God answers immediately
Long drought was common just like today but elders prayed for rain in faith and God would answer
Today the elders have a new role with the young girls in the society
The young to have an appetite for all liquor brands
The joy to serve Christ is compared to the crowd turnout and money prosperity
My brothers do not work hard as the ground is cursed for you lack faith in Christ
My sisters the joy of earthly wealth depends on how well you know Christ
My children ....the righteous elders have spoken
Heed the word of God and you will be successful in the land
May joy and peace be yours forever more
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Forgive my ignorance
But I will state some facts
I hope you will correct me though
Since we met
We knew little of one another
I even didn’t think I could win your heart due to my joblessness
To be Frank not many women want to be associated with a failure like me
Infact leaving me might be one of the best decisions you ever made in life
Today yes I regret much
Yes I wish I handled things differently
Yes sijui if I can ever face your parents again
But I got a laughable idea
Yes there are many women out there
Most are beautiful maybe even than you
Most are also even endowed with earthly resources
Also some may seem attractive to me as well
But God didn’t choose you for me when He brought us together not knowing this
Yes out there
You have met many men
Majority are mature not like me
Many can drive not armature like me
Others got big dreams and careers like school dropout and small minded like me
To be Frank I got nothing I can mention for you to come back in my arms
Yes maybe you regret making a son with me
Yes maybe am the joke of the year
Yes maybe I even will never meet your requirements as a man
Besides who am I even to ask you back
Grace it’s okay you have moved on
But am the best you can share a secret with
Noone else knows your family as well as I do
Noone knows my family as well as you do
Yes you got your life to live
And me to got mine
But in the middle of all this we got a son
He needs me as much as he needs his mom
Well it’s easy for me to sacrifice my relationships as not much will be list
On your end sijui your decision
But I have decided to be involved in the day to day life of our son
You to have your choice
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I am aware of the hate between our 2 families
Am aware that it may never be easy
For us to bring trust to them
But this time am willing to ensure I rebuild you back her
I want to hold your hand as we seek for God’s guidance on this journey of forgiveness
If I asked for a date this is the basis I would lay down for you
Hold my hand as we seek reconciliation both at my family level and at your family level
This is not to bring us together once more
But to ensure our own son grows up knowing peace and love
But if I do see you again in my bed let it be as my wife filled with love
*Please judge me not with harsh words but give me a chance to explain my stand*
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weep not my child,for this is just the world
the universe is full of surprises
today they discovered but tommorow they forget
study to adapt to the human ways of life
but do not absorb everything they say or do
for the humans died the day they were born
there stories are no longer bedtime stories but full of sexual immorality
there investments are full of evil deeds for they do not want the right thing
my child of my youth,
cancer and viral diseases are much enjoyable than human ignorance and arrogance
they think they are wise but just as you claw so is there old men
son,human celebration is the failure of another man
my son avoid four things in life:
-any woman spreading her legs to you very easily
-food offered in ceremonial churches and by the rich
-a cold heart
-lastly a loose mouth
welcome God in your life and you will be a happy child my son
the lazy humans time themselves with an alarm clock
but even without a watch there is alway time to do good.
it is better to die than live another man's dream....
seek God's wisdom...for the old men of this generation have dyed there hair black
where women are gathered there you will never lack food
open your eyes and even in this villages of sin, you will find a good wife
change education from been the key to success into a single life opener
lastly my son
REJOICE FOR YOU HAVE A GREAT FUTURE
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My journey is not long but my dream is
I search for the fastest way to reach my destination
But time tells me, “Take one step at a time”
I heed this advice
With patience as food of choice
Trust my drink to quench my thirst
I take a deep breath and struggle to look ahead
All I see is the same old things my eyes are used to seeing
Color, trees and the African savanna surrounds my day thinking
Social media confuses me with false testimonies from life failures
They think they made by their own knowledge yet it’s God’s intervention
They praise their wealth in place of God
They worship money instead the one who deserves it and lives forever
My God stand and see my evil heart even as I write his poem
It’s not perfect but at least it has little faith in you
Money I asked in a dream, you did provide me with it
Imperial status I saw my phone calling me to it
When will that happen my God?
I write this as I am sited in this barbarian chair
Idol worship is well known in this country
Yet for the sake of the few believers; you have spared us
Joy and peace through faith,
Trust and love be mine from God
Through forgiveness of my sins
Chuimunga the poet
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Let the day perish on which I was born,
and the night that said,
‘A man is conceived.’
Let that day be darkness!
May God above not seek it,
nor light shine upon it.
Let gloom and deep darkness claim it.
Let clouds dwell upon it;
let the blackness of the day terrify it.
That night—let thick darkness seize it!
Let it not rejoice among the days of the year;
let it not come into the number of the months.
Behold, let that night be barren;
let no joyful cry enter it.
Let those curse it who curse the day,
who are ready to rouse up Leviathan.
Let the stars of its dawn be dark;
let it hope for light, but have none,
nor see the eyelids of the morning,
because it did not shut the doors of my mother's womb,
nor hide trouble from my eyes.
“Why did I not die at birth,
come out from the womb and expire?
Why did the knees receive me?
Or why the breasts, that I should nurse?
For then I would have lain down and been quiet;
I would have slept; then I would have been at rest,
with kings and counselors of the earth
who rebuilt ruins for themselves,
or with princes who had gold,
who filled their houses with silver.
Or why was I not as a hidden stillborn child,
as infants who never see the light?
There the wicked cease from troubling,
and there the weary are at rest.
There the prisoners are at ease together;
they hear not the voice of the taskmaster.
The small and the great are there,
and the slave is free from his master.
“Why is light given to him who is in misery,
and life to the bitter in soul,
who long for death, but it comes not,
and dig for it more than for hidden treasures,
who rejoice exceedingly
and are glad when they find the grave?
Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden,
whom God has hedged in?
For my sighing comes instead of[a] my bread,
and my groanings are poured out like water.
For the thing that I fear comes upon me,
and what I dread befalls me.
I am not at ease, nor am I quiet;
I have no rest, but trouble comes.”
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Welcome me back
If I say my desires you will not trust me,
If I speak to you in a low tone voice,you will dwell on my past
If I look for the future, you will rewrite my wrong doings for all to hear
However you do not just accuse me,but build a castle of my failed marriage along your earthly life
Yes: love will meet you one day but remember your past,to enjoy your future
I will not prophesy doom, for am just an ordinary man
But; if the grass is greener on the other, side it’s by God’s grace alone
Love is just between two people and divorce is not permitted in any way
Today we see deaths in the society and wish for God’s intervention
However as a man; how many women have I showed how to offer lustful fruits freely to those desiring the stolen waters ?
To you as a woman: how many men have you lead to break a bond that should remain tight in a holy matrimony?
Many will congratulate me, but the earthly desires leads us to fall and then, turn to science for explanations and investigations
Let me remain mindful of others,but let me condemn our current living style...
We save for the future,but make merry with those who with the purchasing ability
Then we discuss how someone,who is not even invited or involved in the meeting becomes a subject,due to a certain failure s/he is going through
But why do we discuss those we can’t help or when we help them a little we create online platforms to show how hypocritical our hearts are
On this I point no figure but say; it’s time we all did a soul searching and repent of our sins
But someone out there will say what right do I got to write:but remember, mine is a gift and a calling;
Yours is a gift to: read and understand my message,then live the a part and please God
I will not go further, but let’s remember God has called us all to serve ourselves with love for He Himself is LOVE
#chui munga the poet
10th may 2022
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the cracks on your hands tell a story no poet can compose
the rejections and humiliation you go through is second to none
the ultimate betrayal by the closest is the art one has to figure out
yet all this happens to men as they toil the mid sun troubles
just to keep there family safe and sound
a father shapes the house while the mother places the comfort shade for the family
the failure of one is reason enough for premature death in a home
but dad i want to remember a day like no other
a day we have to be man enough and embrace it's just once in an year
it's a day once forgotten by the closest noone can remember you
this day i want to remember the saddest part of our lives but also
open my eyes to the happiness that i have gone through in your care
i cannot forget the annual Nairobi show ground,
not an year passed without attending it
today i am a man enough to embrace my family tides for you fought yours
it's my day to as i have started to earn the scares of this short life
yet i am able to stand tall for you have always had my back
happy father's day and many more
God's blessings
#made from Africa
#chui munga the poet
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Dear parents
I was once a voiceless and weak infant
Though alive and healthy I couldn’t help myself with anything
The sleepless night you had for I was crying makes me feel special in my heart for having you as my parents
If one told me to repay you any wages I would have to look for the best mode to wage the wages as nothing is as as special as a parent love
Any country has it’s security parameters trained not to protect but prosecute the wronged ones yet you my parents kept me safe from any harm in my life
I have been to school, and though am not the smartest you never gave up on my education
Though sometimes money was not available you did your best to provide everything for me
Many can call you names and true enough we have our rough patches in life but no single day did you fail me in anyway
Sometimes I remember my medical history yet you rushed from one person to another seeking help but some jeered at you my parents but God never left you without a helper
My dear parents I wish to publish this now that you are alive for it’s better for me to say thank you for been my strongest pillars of my life than read it when you can hear or see the words I have written in your praise
I may be not be the best but always remember me in your prayers and though am not upright in my ways do not curse my ways but just my anger
However bless me in the name of God and always pray for the safety of my offspring for they need your blessings to
I will share this with the world for they deserve to know my background
My parents and anyone else who has helped me along the success path,I may be failure to many but to you nasema hongera and may God bless you always
Chui munga the poet
4th March 2021
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what is life that i must suffer for trusting and loving
i have received backlash instead of affection and tender arms
my own in laws disowned me yet my wife was God given
my very own dad sees me as a nuisance that deserves nothing in life
mom sees me as just a housewife yet i am God's offering
noone sees the reason to help me for i have nothing to offer
i am jobless yet i will still trust in you Lord
you have shown me dreams that even great men of our generation long for interpretation
you have battled on my behalf yet death was my sentence
dear God i have served you for you alone ca6b i trust
i feel like am dead for noone sees the value in loving me
if i ask for a shoulder i get the second class treatment after all are satisfied
dear Lord you know the words my very family have rejected me with
starting from dad to mom down to the siblings rivalry i got no right to act for i got no money
my very wife rejected me for i lost a single vision yet when i wronged her she sold me to the authorities for she is well connected
her parents rebuked me but praised there daughter for bravely yet she warmed another man's bed
dear Lord, it's my mistake that have brought me to this humiliation
therefore mshahara wangu inafaa kifo...
naomba please Lord if i have exhausted my usefulness to you and i can't be reconciled to you,
let me die for noone will even mourn for me
the rejection i have received is very much
however if one day i will leave this house of hate never let me turn back to it again
Dear Lord it's easy for me to ask for punishment to my enemies but today i pray for your help in my life
i want peace,unity and above this love first from above then from here but the final word is with you
this poem i place it in your hands..
Lord deliver me from that old rusty drum i slept in yet i was in a land of milk and honey
build me an empire of love and give me 77 times by 77 of what has been taken away...
Amen
#made from Africa
#chui munga the poet
@10th/07/2020
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