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    By: Guest Writer – Santiana Havyarimana (Shavyarimana17@gmail.com)

    Photo Courtesy: Pinterest.com

    I open the front door of my mind to you,
    Wanting to explain why I cannot do the things you want me to.
    You tell me that there is a Creator who loves me,
    Who wants me to follow Him, to be free.

    But I ask you to stick around and understand,
    To stay and explore this sad, dry land.
    I have welcomed Depression into the living room,
    Anxiety and Fear with all their gloom.
    Insecurity has overstayed its welcome;
    Pride somehow snuck by the security alarm.

    Friend, look at all these guests!
    Would your God want such a mess?
    What’s that you say, yes He would?
    Oh, maybe I misunderstood.

    You say there is redemption through His grace?
    Again, you say that I was bought with a price?
    Could it be that I’ve been blinded by a haze?
    Maybe it’s time I turn on the lights.

  • COME…

    By: Nyokabi Ng’ang’a (Leshnyokabi@gmail.com)

    Thumbnail photo courtesy of desiringgod.org

    Bring them who haven’t lost their voices amid the noises of our cities
    Bring them who still maintained dignity after the war passed
    Bring them who had no name but acquired one on their exit
    Bring them who still chose their names after their nations broke
    Bring them who didn’t forget where they came and where they belonged
    Bring them who still have a remembrance of the peaceful nights and the deserted days
    Bring them who could smell the roses and distinguish them from the lilies
    Bring them who could differentiate spices of the known fields
    Bring them who knew and maintained a love
    Bring them who forgot hate and kept hope alive
    Bring them whose feet are tired from walking the mileage
    Bring them who know masala tea and serve it from their genial hearts
    Bring them whose dances were not watered away as the rains fell
    Bring them whose smiles light our hearts.

    Bring them who lost their voices amid the noises of our cities
    Bring them who broke away from their dignified lives as our war spread
    Bring them who had names as they became entrants
    Bring them who forgot their names after their nations broke
    Bring them who forgot where they came from and where they belonged
    Bring them who forgot the peaceful nights and the deserted days
    Bring them who cannot distinguish the scent of roses from lilies
    Bring them who can’t differentiate spices of the known fields
    Bring them who forgot and didn’t maintain love
    Bring them who remembered hate and kept anxiety alive
    Bring them whose feet are still wandering as they mile away
    Bring them who forgot to serve masala tea from their genial hearts
    Bring them whose dances were watered away as the rains fell
    Bring them whose frowns remind our hearts…

    Bring them!!

  • On the day of Saint Valentine…

    I rarely celebrate the 14th February debacle. You ask why? Well I am going to play an old track and say that it is just an overrated day. Come on, you have 365 days to express your emotions. That one day isn’t going to change much. Can I let you in on a little secret? When it reaches that fateful day I usually check the box marked single; that sounds more subtle than the unnecessary details.

    So on that day I choose to go ‘wild’ with my girlfriends. I pretend that every single couple walking past me is not having as much fun as I am.

    Somebody in their right – or crazy – senses asked me to be their valentine; and yes, I pretended I was very cool about it. Then when I got to thinking all the details that entail that day, I thought why can’t we reschedule and have it some other day. That is how weird I am. But he did not expect all the flowers, poems and whatever gifts people exchange. He just wanted to hang out.

    We took a walk and talked about all the stupid and sentimental things in life. We sang love songs. I did most of the singing but he didn’t run away so I should probably start working on my album.

    Then the night came. Everyone has a bucket list. I have not done half the things in mine but I am going to tread slowly. I swore that I have to be serenaded before I bid this world adieu and now that is one check for my very long bucket list. I pray in my heart of hearts that someone somewhere is getting jealous by now because that has been my intention all along.

    The song, let us call it that for now only because it gives it a more dramatic appeal, is now one of my favorite things to listen to, I feel like I own it now. The day ended with one yellow rose, I hear it means friendship, that’s what I gained that day. See how a day that the whole world assumes is set apart for lovers took a twisted,but happy, turn in my imperfect life? That is the story of my funny valentine; one of those pieces that are needed to complete the puzzle that is me.