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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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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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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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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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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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i once was a jobless man,
then i prayed to God for a job,
with all my engineering education,
i couldn't find a job,
all the women i had,
fate called them away from me;
life became meanless to me,
day and night i reminded my God
about His promises to me,
all i got was His silence and a still voice in my heart,
be faithful to me and wait upon me,
i questioned,God is that you?
No one answered that part,
dreams of my success started hunting me in my sleep,
i grew worried and depression kicked in,
where do i seek help?
is there a true man of God who can interpret dreams?
i asked, but none answered that part,
i grew more hopeless and Couldn't believe my life,
all my friends were married and had stable jobs,
some had gone ahead to invest for there future,
all this made me isolate myself,
but God lifted my public image with an appointment,
it was time to serve my community,
rotary opened its arms and gave me a shoulder to cry on,
investment they showed me how to do it,
i became a poet and poems like this i wrote,
some cried when i read them poems in public,
joy was in all places i went,
the once depressed me,
learnt how to find peace in doing good.
i have sent many job application letters,
have gotten interviews but not the job.
i feel like giving up:
then from nowhere God comes and says to me,
i am giving you a job,
am sending you to an engineering firm as a messenger,
from there all will see my power,
i answer,let God's will be done,
educated i leave home without any academic papers
after all its a messenger job,
the Holy Spirit calms me down with an assurance
you will be the owner of the firm,
i nod and wonder;how can this be?
i'm the Lord who fed my people Israel in the desert with meat,
God reminds me of that,
i will wait and see how that will happen,
at last as a messenger, i start rebuilding my life,
am not living my dream;
but its God realising His purpose in me.
a month later one engineer does quit,
its time for me to become the boss,
i hesitate at first but later present my papers,
with amazement all wonder
without even an interview the job is mine,
from a messenger to an engineer,
my God has remembered me.
may HIS name be praised forever.
MAY ALL SAY
AMEN
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Black life matters
What error did the black man commit
Peace and prosperity is all he seeks
But the entire world does not understand this
We are treated like beings of a lesser God even in our own continent
Yes it’s us the people in the dark continent
But why pity us for been dark and living in the dark continent
We pride ourselves with the open opportunities that have been given to us
We own gold and do not need a building to store for it’s spread across
Our fields are heavenly Blessed with abundance of food
Who told the rest of the world we need aid to survive ?
Yes let’s trade with the world
Yes we welcome the world to Africa
Yes we may be less advanced in technology
But we do not demand respect from anyone for we know who we are
Yes we have issues but our issues do not need any outsiders to solve them
Yes we know majority of our leaders are worthless but we made the choice
Yes we know we sometimes lack enough to feed our neighbours but do not ridicule our problems.
If you can’t help us then stay away from us
Despise us because of our skin colour but realise we are the ones with actual gold reserves
Despise us we are living in 3rd world economies but realise that here we say no hurry in Africa
Despise us for family ties for your people preach divorce and separation
Despise us for traditional beliefs but know we survived on them before you came uninvited
We are Africans and been African is our business
We didn’t volunteer to settle in the US, it’s you who forcibly forced us to become your slaves
We didn’t ask for anything free but you brought your ideas to us
Yes we are sorry we have prospered by God’s mercy alone
If you see a black man they hold a tale no author can write
If you see a black man he’s a blessing from God
If you see a black man salute him for he had endured much and still stands firm
View us with the eyes of peace and live but do not engage us in violence for we are peace
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