"..if music be food for the soul,play on" and "if schooling be the therapy for ignorance..let the teachers 'teach on'!"
It's been exactly 15days,and 13hours from the time i lost set my eyes upon a pair of jeans...
it's exactly been about the same time since i last wore my long kinky...rugged afro dreads...{i miss them!}...
and it's been round about the same time since i last did plotless hanging out with my plotless pals!!
Nobody knows where this ends up...but when we're done,i dont see myself in this classroom!
6/22/2011
5/25/2011
everything is never as it seems
“Everything is never as it seems
Good things seem to fade away with our dreams
Deepest darkness seems to hide where the light in greatest
brightness beams
Sad eulogies sound in the heart of praise of glorious hymns”
This is the point where I want to say something…actually a lot of things, and/but there is this serious lack of expression incessantly lingering over me! Never the less I still get to say something (I’ve got to say something).
Ever stopped to think how all of us (yes…you and me inclusive) pretend? Ok, we at least kind of pretend at some point in life. Do you know/haven’t you ever noticed how for every person you meet you wear a different face? Surprising but true?! Somehow at some point in life it’s only your best friend who has met, or gotten to taste a glimpse of “the real you” (in most cases your bff has actually experienced all the possible characters of you…and may be not the complete real you).
So where on earth does this end up? jeez…myself I don’t know. I woke up one day and I was tired of pretending, so I decided to plait my long hair (mark you, dreadlocks has been the real Fort since my childhood…ask my mum)…you don’t want to know where the cornrows, ended me up, moreover in church[you noticed?..”ended me up”...haaha…].
People get so used to the fake you, they don’t want the genuine thing…they have no liking for the AUTHENTICITY in you. Fact is though, when the real you is jailed on the inside of a fake you, you’ll always feel inadequate! you may never get to be!
Piece of advice, “do what you have to do”…it's just as simple as that. The most important things you must always think about still remain; GOD , family (the order of the first two never changes…particularly the first one),friends, love, gifts(talents),strangers(everyday people), the person you have a crush on, the house-help, the askari, your lecturer, the taxi conductor, the pope(I think…)..as in people need people in a nutshell!
People are people, and people need people. READ YOUR BIBLE, PRAY EVRYDAY and DO A GOOD DEED ESPECIALLY FOR A STRANGER EVERYDAY!
Ps: BFF, may be you have a “hastiness problem”, and sometimes I think you are too bossy and judgmental…but who cares, my temper issues are an item too…I love you too much to even care for a second about that!
Good things seem to fade away with our dreams
Deepest darkness seems to hide where the light in greatest
brightness beams
Sad eulogies sound in the heart of praise of glorious hymns”
This is the point where I want to say something…actually a lot of things, and/but there is this serious lack of expression incessantly lingering over me! Never the less I still get to say something (I’ve got to say something).
Ever stopped to think how all of us (yes…you and me inclusive) pretend? Ok, we at least kind of pretend at some point in life. Do you know/haven’t you ever noticed how for every person you meet you wear a different face? Surprising but true?! Somehow at some point in life it’s only your best friend who has met, or gotten to taste a glimpse of “the real you” (in most cases your bff has actually experienced all the possible characters of you…and may be not the complete real you).
So where on earth does this end up? jeez…myself I don’t know. I woke up one day and I was tired of pretending, so I decided to plait my long hair (mark you, dreadlocks has been the real Fort since my childhood…ask my mum)…you don’t want to know where the cornrows, ended me up, moreover in church[you noticed?..”ended me up”...haaha…].
People get so used to the fake you, they don’t want the genuine thing…they have no liking for the AUTHENTICITY in you. Fact is though, when the real you is jailed on the inside of a fake you, you’ll always feel inadequate! you may never get to be!
Piece of advice, “do what you have to do”…it's just as simple as that. The most important things you must always think about still remain; GOD , family (the order of the first two never changes…particularly the first one),friends, love, gifts(talents),strangers(everyday people), the person you have a crush on, the house-help, the askari, your lecturer, the taxi conductor, the pope(I think…)..as in people need people in a nutshell!
People are people, and people need people. READ YOUR BIBLE, PRAY EVRYDAY and DO A GOOD DEED ESPECIALLY FOR A STRANGER EVERYDAY!
Ps: BFF, may be you have a “hastiness problem”, and sometimes I think you are too bossy and judgmental…but who cares, my temper issues are an item too…I love you too much to even care for a second about that!
3/10/2011
if it were to happen to me
If i happened to lose my eye today,
and you were a friend yesterday,
please be a friend even tommorow!
if my face were to be seered
and i happen to lose it to disfiguration,
Be kind enough to recognise me.
Be kind enough in the least to love me...
Do not discriminate me with your eyes
(from our talk)
Do not hate me with your smile
But love me with your heart
And love me with your arms.
For I chose not to be like this,
The winds of heaven blow upon us all
each at our own time.
If i were to be lying in state,
in my casket,
would you be so kind to
smile at me?
Then I would have no choice
but to wake
To keep a friend's heart from rapture
Kasumba.Fortunate
Poems from Mwiri.2007
and you were a friend yesterday,
please be a friend even tommorow!
if my face were to be seered
and i happen to lose it to disfiguration,
Be kind enough to recognise me.
Be kind enough in the least to love me...
Do not discriminate me with your eyes
(from our talk)
Do not hate me with your smile
But love me with your heart
And love me with your arms.
For I chose not to be like this,
The winds of heaven blow upon us all
each at our own time.
If i were to be lying in state,
in my casket,
would you be so kind to
smile at me?
Then I would have no choice
but to wake
To keep a friend's heart from rapture
Kasumba.Fortunate
Poems from Mwiri.2007
BROCKEN DREAMS
Stained walls
wipe clean blossoming illusions.
cracked glass,
brocken floors...
Mundane aura
Delludes me of
anticipated sweet aroma
dry leaves,
brown grass
Dreams bloom,
But the hand that conjures them
has not the power
to give them breath.
Dreams flourish,
but for awhile.
The hand that waits upon them
has not the power
to make them last.
I stand
betwixt sweet dreams
and desolateness.
I am but a bridge
that sweet dreams and desolateness
shall meet upon me.
Dreams
The hand that conjures them
could make use of my own
to give them breath.
to:KYUni...
19/08/'09
[orientation day 2]
Kasumba.Fortunate 2009
wipe clean blossoming illusions.
cracked glass,
brocken floors...
Mundane aura
Delludes me of
anticipated sweet aroma
dry leaves,
brown grass
Dreams bloom,
But the hand that conjures them
has not the power
to give them breath.
Dreams flourish,
but for awhile.
The hand that waits upon them
has not the power
to make them last.
I stand
betwixt sweet dreams
and desolateness.
I am but a bridge
that sweet dreams and desolateness
shall meet upon me.
Dreams
The hand that conjures them
could make use of my own
to give them breath.
to:KYUni...
19/08/'09
[orientation day 2]
Kasumba.Fortunate 2009
Moreen Oblivionated
MOREEN OF OBLIVION
Just like when you were atound,
The flowers smell sweet,the birds sound melodious
The sun is gorgeous yellow at dawn,
and glorious crimson at dusk.
The breeze, still cool and comfortable,
smells of warm bliss,
But there is one thing it no longer carries,
the sweet scent of yoy.
The beautiful scenery before me
lacks a component,
I realize,it must be you.
I have set my eyes on the horizon,
and rolling hill, upon rolling hill,
unfolded by the sun's glow,
Denies the memory of your existence__ever!
Are you dead?
No sight of you,
would encourage remembrance of you,
Could have birthed desperate craving...s
But you, you are gone,and have not left even
a herald of your very memory.
Were you a trance?
Or were you a creation of my imagination?
Was it aimless wander that caught me in your path?
Whatever you were, whatever you are,
if ever you existed, if ever you did,
if at all you are the remains of a buried ghost,
or you be a living soul,
you must have walked the path
all the way to
OBLIVION!
...................................................................................
You must have walked the path
all the way from
OBLIVION!
you are a living soul,
you are not the remains of a buried ghost,
you exist, you did
you are, you were...Whatever.
It was not aimless wander that caught me in your path
you were not a creation of my imagination,Or
you were not a trance
But you, you are come, and have even left
a herald of of your very memory.
Feeling you,
birthed
Sight of you,
encouraged remembrabce of you.
You are alive,
setting my eyes on the horizon,
rolling hill, upon rolling hill,
unfolded by the sun's glow,
has approved the memory of your existence__ever!
It is you.
The beautiful scenery before me
The breeze, cool and comfortable smells of warm bliss,
One thing it now carries,
The sweet scent of you.
The sun is gorgeous yellow at dawn,
and glorious crimson at dusk,
The flowers smell sweet,the birds sound melodious,
...you are around.
MOREEN FROM OBLIVION
Just like when you were atound,
The flowers smell sweet,the birds sound melodious
The sun is gorgeous yellow at dawn,
and glorious crimson at dusk.
The breeze, still cool and comfortable,
smells of warm bliss,
But there is one thing it no longer carries,
the sweet scent of yoy.
The beautiful scenery before me
lacks a component,
I realize,it must be you.
I have set my eyes on the horizon,
and rolling hill, upon rolling hill,
unfolded by the sun's glow,
Denies the memory of your existence__ever!
Are you dead?
No sight of you,
would encourage remembrance of you,
Could have birthed desperate craving...s
But you, you are gone,and have not left even
a herald of your very memory.
Were you a trance?
Or were you a creation of my imagination?
Was it aimless wander that caught me in your path?
Whatever you were, whatever you are,
if ever you existed, if ever you did,
if at all you are the remains of a buried ghost,
or you be a living soul,
you must have walked the path
all the way to
OBLIVION!
...................................................................................
You must have walked the path
all the way from
OBLIVION!
you are a living soul,
you are not the remains of a buried ghost,
you exist, you did
you are, you were...Whatever.
It was not aimless wander that caught me in your path
you were not a creation of my imagination,Or
you were not a trance
But you, you are come, and have even left
a herald of of your very memory.
Feeling you,
birthed
Sight of you,
encouraged remembrabce of you.
You are alive,
setting my eyes on the horizon,
rolling hill, upon rolling hill,
unfolded by the sun's glow,
has approved the memory of your existence__ever!
It is you.
The beautiful scenery before me
The breeze, cool and comfortable smells of warm bliss,
One thing it now carries,
The sweet scent of you.
The sun is gorgeous yellow at dawn,
and glorious crimson at dusk,
The flowers smell sweet,the birds sound melodious,
...you are around.
MOREEN FROM OBLIVION
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