Melancholy

Listening to some old Lingala music

Tshala Muana sings Kokola

Reminiscing the past – I just can’t explain this feeling

As I drove back – my thoughts are far in wonderland

I recollect the past moments of joy and smile 

But am here healthy and sound

My son brings me great joy

I see him thrice a week 

I always sing him a song every morning 

“What a beautiful morning” he smiles and giggles

But I have to do this for him

When you are four son – papa will be a doctor of philosophy

I know you’ll wear my cap and ask why it’s not like the rest’s

It will be a happy time for us all

You’ll have started school and maybe have a sister

I think of all this with a hopeful heart

The Voter

Dawn

Freezing cold

A yawn and off the bed

First in line

Its 4 a.m Tuesday

He had waited for this moment

Mirthfully

He chatted with his friends - rubbing his hands

A bit of warmth needed

Rukia was up as well - she sold hot tangawizi and coffee

As they waited for the centre to be opened - at 8:00 a.m

The coffee made him awake till then

Throngs of people began to gather at the registration centre

But he was first in line

Ecstasy - As he got in and filled the forms

Biometric Voter Registered - Lolz

A voter ID was in his hand

Change was in his hand

October 2015  

Tanzania 

Moving Out

His father looked and waved goodbye 

As his son reversed his car

He watched almost teary

His mom couldn't control herself

She remained inside and cried

The son was now grown

Moving out

The son too was moved

Melancholic 

He had to be strong 

It was hard for the boy who loves his parents

"I was taken by emotions" said his mum

As the son opened the gate 

A new home

You're now all grown

Responsibilities Await

Moving Out 

#Poem: What Truth?

What truth?

The idea of justice. Truly utopian

Masses concerned, quizzing and reflecting

Colloquialism

Engaging, calling, texting, many vibrant..

Soliloquy

In the end they will prevail

You're left groaning - they laugh

All the way into the bank and the ballot

Triumphantly they dance, ironically you join in

And life goes on

The truth  

#Poem: #ThanksGiving

I stop and wonder,

Think and ponder,

The great blessings and splendor,

Life in abundance, smiling no wonder

I raise my eyes and thank him above for grace and grandeur

The good health, radiance, my troubles I surrender

My cries and tribulations, He is my fender

A thanksgiving prayer to my God my redeemer

That Moment

That Moment

That defining moment

That moment you felt it was so close

That moment you knew finally, I got it

That moment you think you gave your all

That moment, an inner conviction that yes, this is it

That moment you told everyone; your friends, your family

That moment

A disappointing response;

A disappointing email, a disappointing text

A hollow feeling; a feeling of ineptness; sorrow; anguish

A dejected face; a feeling of regret; a feeling of why me?

A maudlin feeling; tearful and angst

That moment

You cry and wish it hadn’t happen

You look on the screen again and again

You call and tell your loved ones

You want to pray but you feel unheard

You don’t want to eat; you can’t step out of the house

That moment

New beginnings; a breakthrough; a smile

A song of praise; a dance of victory

You shout in glory; abundance of joy

A spring in your step

A thanksgiving prayer

That moment