He is fire
But he won’t burn her
He knows all too well
What it feels like
To live with ashes
She is ice
But in his hands
She melts
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Whenever I went through something
It brought me closer to God
And I stayed into something
So now I’m closer to God
But being closer to God is hard
It becomes much harder to fight
The attacks get stronger
And they last longer
That’s what it’s always been
The Joy and the Pain
Darkness with the Light
Sun with the Rain
With the right perspective
It can be something to gain
Look for the good in the bad
Not the sun when it rains
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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
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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“
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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
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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 GodDon’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.
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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
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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
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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.
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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
The Way 🇰🇪 