24 October 2012

WHEN I DIE.


 When I die, I shall live
I shall have a new body
No more bloody.
I shall rest,
No longer live in haste.
I shall fall prostrate,
Worship and praise him, Elohim.
I shall substantiate my faith,
In the waters I shall bathe.
I shall be washed up,
I shall be clothed way up.
No more ailing but well,
I shall drink from the well.
It shall be enough, no more cough.
I can’t wait, for that date,
When I die,
Coz when I die, I shall live.
 Befado

19 October 2012

SLOW DANCE


I came across this and it really made me think. the author is unknown.

Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.

Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last.


 
Do you run through each day on the fly?
When you ask how are you, do you hear the reply?
When the day is done, do you lie in your bed
with the next hundred chores, running through your head?
You'd better slow down.

Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last.


Ever told your child, we'll do it tomorrow?

And in your haste, not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die,
Cause you never had time, to call and say hi?
You'd better slow down.


Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last.


When you run so fast to get somewhere
you miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
it is like an unopened gift....thrown away.
Life is not a race. Do take it slower;
Hear the music,
before the song is over.

16 October 2012

POST ELECTION PARTY By Chris Mukasa


Forgive me not only for over-promising and under delivering but also for doing it intentionally.
Forgive me for abandoning the innocent childhood attitude of: I don’t know your second name and it doesn’t matter, you are still my B.F.F. and we can still hang out together...

Forgive me for not reading the manifesto of the aspirant I voted for, then playing the b
lame game, in spite of the fact that I’m the leader who leads my leaders into leadership.
Forgive me for forwarding an S.M.S. which was taken seriously by someone else who didn’t just buy a panga but also used it.

Forgive me for being behind the disappearance of panga’s from hardware’s in Nakuru just before elections.
Forgive me for taking advantage of you coz of your ignorant attitude which made you easy prey.
Forgive me for raping you in front of your husband and children then forcing you to watch as i killed them...

Forgive the policeman who raped you in turn after you reported the previous ordeal. scenic
Forgive the father whose family was killed while he was out throwing stones.
Forgive me for killing your love life by stopping you to intermarrying with a person from the ‘wrong tribe’.
Forgive the young lady who now raves each weekend but won’t wake up one day in five years to vote.

Forgive me for giving a bribe to escape arrest for taking a bribe.
Forgive me for not voting during the last elections because it was unsafe out there.
Forgive me for misusing young people by paying them and using them to perpetrate violence.
I ask you to forgive me, for all this also happened to me, and only after I forgave did life come back to me.
Let’s wake up, walk out and start building capacity, it starts with you then flows down to the community.

Change rarely begins with ‘us’; it begins with either you or me, If I say ‘A’ and my wife says ‘B’, it doesn't mean she isn't submitting. Who generates info? Let it be you and me! That way it will be factual, credible and timely, well packaged and presented accurately; Messages that raise more solutions than questions. Let’s ask, question, interrogate and research. Early warnings mean early responses.

Forgiveness may not entirely cover the cost of reconstructing broken families, but it erases the lines drawn between communities. Conflict isn’t war, but if we must fight lets fight for peace. I choose to forgive and possess peace for I am the ambassador. Let’s ensure that ‘nipo natambulika’ becomes real and not just another cliché.
Today I’m the one biting the dog, because this time round we are having a POST ELECTION PARTY!

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