Yours

As you turn a year older

i wish you better peace

good peace 

and 

more self-love

abundant serenity - seen and unseen

though the tempest 

may yield no respite 

- i hope it does - 

even though the boat sails 

in angry hungry thirsty waters 

- i hope calmness is reclaimed - 

and if not

may you find unexpected oars in things 

and 

places 

and 

humans 

and 

moments

and 

more than just survive 

may you thrive 

and prosper 

in things 

seen and unseen

things felt

unfelt.

Happy Birthday! 

© October 29 2024

 

FATHERS' DAY

Greetings and Happy Fathers' Day

do tell my two investments I love them so very much

that i am more than blessed to be their Dad and father

tell them too that the best is still ahead of them

assure them that I shall be a Dad 

to them 

as I have been a father Figure to many

tell Naimah-the-Smart that she is the first of my loins 

apple of my eye and the joy of my heart

she will go places and conquer the world

and I will be her greatest cheerleader

always

remind the children 

that never will I ever leave them behind

that I shall lead

where I must go ahead 

my hand they'll have to hold

and even though 

they may stumble as they must - sometimes

they must never fall thru' the cracks 

in my watch

tell Hawi-the-Great 

he is the anchor and the baton

the great stabiliser 

(and) the calmer of the tempests

the stream that becomes a river 

in him the great Rangach stands firm

endures

swings open... 

in expectant continuity 

the source that became the/a river

in Hawi, Dala endures.

Tell the children I love them now

as I have in the past

and will always

may they always find meaning in this 

and future Fathers' Days

everyday

In Memoriam

Insh~Allah!

© Everyday. EverYear. Always from 2014

MASENO SCHOOL - Return to the Source

Today and tonight I went back to those early days, formative days they say. I retraced my footsteps through the sands (dusts?) of time, (re)entering the hallowed gates of this fountain that lay astride the Equator. I embraced this humble, unsung giant, a giant nonetheless for those who 'danced' on its concrete paths, touched its tended lawns and travelled its tarmacked highways. Not just from Stansfeld to Owen and Willis, but importantly from Dr. Robert Ouko to Bowers and Olang' and the memory of W.J.O Amadi. Why shouldn't I, for i am a MOBA if you must. 

I crossed to the other side too, where highlife now resides.

And tomorrow when the sun rises above River Miehe. Miehe where we ran to fetch the coloured waters in the choking droughts of the mid-dying 90s when we wore Red and Yellow and Blue and Purple 'weird' bullet-proof vests. Vests so wrongfully enChristened games kits!
I remembered descending River Miehe..., clothed in the all powerful imposing Red of Dr. Robert Ouko. 

Aaah! memories

So tomorrow, as the sun rises above River Miehe, I will stroll past the imposing Old Mackay, across the Academic Quadrangle, past the resilient Jacob's Well towards the ageless indefatigable Oseno tree where it all began in 1905. As I enter timelessness that is The Rock of Ages, I will humble myself before the Lord so that I may be lifted as I reminisce and reconnect with those Sundays many moons past. Sundays when Rats and I once 'accepted Jesus' just free comrades from the stranglehold of an overly0enthusiastic preacher who now threatened our Sunday freedom and 10am 'carbon.'

I hope they sing my favourite tunes. I hope the Golden Bells lifts my youthful soul one more time. I hope too, that they shall sing about blessings.

                "Where upon life's billows you are tempest tossed,

                    When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost,

                                    Count your many blessings

                                        Name them one by one

                          And it will surprise you  what the Lord hath done."

                                                

                                                    {Chorus}

© February 2020

HABEMUS #JordanHawi

You arrived here. 

eventually
clothed in clouds of drowsiness
a final borrow
from mum's anaesthesia

though a detour to the HDU
filled us with trepidation
you arrived safe. still

contentment reigns
no worthier co-heir
and Naimah the brilliant one smiles
karibu to this
our huduma republic

100K debt no doubt
a crown of thorns
around your graceful innocence
a future so indeterminate
a politics devoid of values
and generations lost to worries

come on though
for you too are a child
of this great universe
deserving of Daddily love

And so 50:50 it is
and #OnWard 

both must trudge
equal in the thickets of this life
naimah for hawi for naimah

not the boys less
but the girls more.

or is it?

© August 2019

THE #THIEVESofJUBILEE

Evil reigns
over public good
light shudders
at the sight of darkness
darkness thrives

what a pity
what sacrilege
that such a collection
of unethical biomass
should be called Jubilee

evil reigns.


© July 2019