The Way 🇰🇪

  • Son of David

    I like writing and I love poetry
    I have found a timeless anthology
    Staring at me through the mirror
    A handsome majestic Royal Priest
    Bearing the most noble heritage
    In my veins runs a Royal Bloodline
    From the glorious House of David
    My presence in this world is known
    My presence in my home world is acknowledged
    With an Invisible Crown upon my head
    I am an heir to His Eternal Kingdom
    If I could write about The King of Kings
    I could write just about anything
    For He is everything & everything is Him
    If I have to write more about me
    I would still write Him, just Him
    For I am my loving Father’s Son
    I was born a Crown Prince

    KJ 🇰🇪

  • Silence Lost

    It’s not something I do willingly, loving you
    So many times I wanted to break free
    Thinking, presuming it was malediction
    I found out that I was wrong
    I found out I couldn’t stop loving you
    Not more than I could stop breathing
    Just slit my throat and set me free

    @Penhive

  • I Hate Loving You, I Love Hating You.

    While I was talking to her
    She turned her back on me
    For a second I was hurt
    And I decided to remain silent
    “I’m sorry I’ve turned my back on you”
    She said while still letting me face her back
    I took no second to let her know
    “A flower has neither front nor back

  • I Am AFRICA

    I am the colours of the vibrant fabric that weave our tribes together
    I am the music that makes us want to dance, the drum that gives us rhythm
    I am the sports fan who stands by you
    Proudly singing our national anthem
    I am the click in every language
    I am the nickname and the humour that slides off our tongues
    I am the aroma from red hot coals, burning meat and sweet taste of fruit
    I am the vines from our vineyards and the fresh water from our streams
    I am the rolling sea and the giant mountain range that shields us from the winds
    I am a free bird, soaring in the thermal, gazing upon wild savanna
    I am the rich soil, the floral landscape and the raw gold beneath our earth
    I am our heritage, our history that helps us see how far we’ve come
    I am the imperfections in our society that helps us realize we can do better
    I am the handshake, the kiss, the hug, that embraces our diversity
    I am Kenya

  • In Flickering Light

    The Church isn’t God, don’t confuse the two. Second generation church kids especially pastors kids, meet the church before they meet Jesus. Then they grow up confused between the two. They have a crisis of faith in their teens and quit the church because the church is far harder to love and serve than Jesus is.
    Watoto wa mapastor are the worst. Wanakuaga wameharibika sana. Now you know why. Please just stay kind. People fight secret battles that you know nothing about.
    To those Pastors Kids and Second generation church kids out there. I know, from my own life. It ain’t easy. But God put you there because He always knew what kind of heart He gave you.
    •You didn’t give your life to the church, you gave your life to Christ.
    • The church did not die and shed it’s blood for you.
    • The church didn’t save you. It’s not your LORD and Saviour
    • The church didn’t promise to never leave you nor forsake you.
    • The church won’t get you to Heaven
    • You are not a Christian, you are a Son/Daughter of God

    Don’t dim the Light. God created a Fight in you. Love always wins. Let that candle keep burning. I know you melt, but don’t put out that flame.

  • Love & Loss

    I didn’t want to fall in love or need someone
    I really didn’t want anything
    But then you appeared
    And suddenly I started wanting everything
    I no longer regret loving you
    I’ll never say I wish I never met you
    Because once upon a time
    You were exactly what I needed
    For me, love like that only happened once
    That’s why every minute we spent together
    Is forever etched in my memory

  • Winds of Time

    Tell me, what is it you plan to do
    With your one wild and precious life
    Anything or Anyone that doesn’t bring you alive
    Is too small and not worthy of you
    For last year’s words belong
    To last year’s language
    And next year’s words await another Voice
    And to make an end
    Is to make a beginning

  • Midnight Sun

    When I put this pen on the desk
    I lay back and take a deep breath
    I know you’ll find it hard to believe me
    But I promise you this is from you to you
    You thought your life was all planned out
    That everything was all in order
    Not prepared for what was lurking
    Just around the next corner
    You ended up face down on the pillow
    Fighting demons in your head
    Sometimes you stopped fighting
    And they have left you for dead
    This isn’t the end for you
    Bigger plans have been made for you
    I know it’s been really tough
    But you have made it through
    And I’m so so proud of you
    You are just tired, not defeated
    So rest, it’s what I needed.

  • Does it ever End?

    I’m a Sinner turned Son
    But rarely a Saint
    My emotions are very specific
    The highs are Everest
    The lows are Pacific
    Tried my best just to fit in
    Talked more than I listen
    I keep a light but I dim it
    Show no emotion just broken
    All alone in this ocean
    As for my front door, please don’t knock
    As for my bedroom door, please leave it locked
    As for my memories, please turn them off
    This poem is not about my pride
    It’s from the pain I try to hide
    I’m alright but I’m still in it
    Really just a misfit
    Dying to end it

  • Letters from War

    Dear God
    I pray that You guide me
    Too many times the devil tries me
    I got out of religion
    And that’s where You found me
    I showed You my sin
    You showed me Your Son
    I showed You my pride
    You still stood by my side
    Right now I’m caught in a tide
    When it’s You there’s nothing I can hide
    Daddy, are you noticing me?
    Either You’re teaching me a lesson
    Or You’re Holy Ghosting me
    When You’re Silent in my life
    I don’t know who I’m supposed to be
    So if I’m useless to You
    Then God dispose of me
    I’m tired of being a boy
    Call out the man in me
    It is Your Son’s killing
    That gave me a living
    So LORD if You’re still willing
    It’s my life I keep giving
    P.S: Your Will Be Done

  • Finish Him

    I go to the ocean to see the stars at night
    Ain’t it nice that they all look bright
    To see He keeps them up there all intact
    Even when I’m not feeling alright
    I keep my walls high up straight
    To keep pain from leaking right out
    Because the devil on my shoulder
    Keeps daring me day and night
    To yank out my skeletons from the closet
    And put them out in plain sight
    Sometimes I feel I’m about to lose it all
    Pick up my phone with no one to call
    Pressure on my chest I slump on the wall
    Too afraid to move, too embarrassed to crawl
    My sanity is jacked & they laugh like that
    I guess if it’s like that then it’s just like that
    Nothing makes sense
    When your mind is not right
    Christians shoot all their wounded
    Are you up for the fight?

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