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  • Teach Me Lord

    By: Evelyne Syombua (issyombua@gmail.com)

    Thumbnail photo courtesy of theconversation.com

    It’s been long,
    Long since I sat and listened,
    Long since I prayed,
    But not too long since I called.
    Just for You to keep me strong,
    For you to keep me going.

    In the brokenness,
    Teach me to praise.
    In the waiting,
    Teach me patience.
    In the healing,
    Teach me to trust.
    Not just the process,
    But also the processor – You.

    Teach me your ways,
    Let my heart delight in your laws,
    Let my desire be your will.
    During the storm,
    Teach me to be still.

    Remind me of your love,
    Remind me of your grace,
    Remind me of your mercy,
    Remind me to hold on.],
    For a while,
    Just till you say…
    “It’s over….”
    Till you are done with me.
    Remind me, Father,
    That I am yours.

    As you heal my broken pieces,
    I will have peace.

  • Return

    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!!

  • BUDDING FLOWER

    By: Nyokabi Ng’ang’a

    Leshnyokabi@gmail.com

    Photo Courtesy: www.wattpad.com

    That BUDDING flower

    That knows time

    Time in a season

    The season of every month,

     

    That budding flower

    That makes me an adult

    An adult of days

    With the days of frays;

     

    Pain is elementary

    When I bud as a flower

    My emotions rage

    My moods change;

     

    I am a budding flower

    Who cannot be understood by all

    Aside from the ones who fall

    For the budding season of our flowers;

     

    I am a budding flower,

    Within the process I feel pain

    Out of the process I feel sane;

     

    I am a budding flower…who cannot be understood by all.

  • STAND BY ME

    By Nyokabi Ng’ang’a
    Leshnyokabi@gmail.com

    Photo courtesy: YouTube.com

    Stand by me.

    At my worst, at my best:
    When the wind blows and the sun sets
    Stand by me.

    Stand by me;
    In my cries of depths,
    In my smiles of breaths,
    within greatest sorrows and huge burrows.

    Stand by me:
    When fears set while victory is at its best
    When humanity takes in insanity
    And insanity wipes of humanity.

    Lord, won’t you stand by me?

  • NOT MY BODY

    By Nyokabi Ng’ang’a

    Leshnyokabi@gmail.com

     

    Photo courtesy: Pinterest.com

     

    In times of war, they lay me down

    Taking turns I mourn

    Of this body of gone.

     

    In times of peace, they put me aside

    Dictating frocks of long

    To cover this body of gone.

     

    In times of love, they put me aside

    Choosing my lover of life

    To govern my body of gone.

     

    In times of work, they weigh me down

    Giving tasks of long

    To focus this body of gone.

     

    In times of culture, they lay me down

    Mutilating my inner make,

    To make me pleasing to thine god.

     

    In times of birth, they cast me down

    Giving shrills of fail,

    For it’s a girl who’s been born!

  • A LITANY FOR CELIBACY

    By Nyokabi Ng’ang’a

    Leshnyokabi@gmail.com

    Photo courtesy: redubble.com

     

    Lord, I pray for a strong back not a light load,

    But in this prayer lies the fears of this heart!

     

    Lord, I pray for a good life,

    But in this life of good,

    Marriage lacks!

     

    Lord, if it’s not a good and honest man,

    Give me strength for celibacy.

    If it’s not a man of my expectations,

    Give me grace for celibacy.

     

    If it’s not a man worth my salt and coat,

    Lord, give me strength for celibacy.

    If it’s not a man of stature, reasoning and understanding,

    Lord guide me through celibacy.

     

    Lord! If his heart speaks of dirt and mouth of romance,

    Strengthen me for celibacy.

    If he is of no full awareness of your existence,

    Lord make me celibate.

     

    If he speaks of love,

    And acts out of wrath,

    Lord prepare me for celibacy.

     

    If he is ashamed of my weakness

    And emasculated by my strengths,

    Lord speak me into celibacy.

     

    Lord, if he sees not me for me,

    But me for him,

    Lord! Drive me into celibacy.

     

    Lord, I have searched and found that all have fallen short,

    That’s why I crave for celibacy.