Mother;A Cradle to Hold Me


It is true

 

I was created in you.

 

It is also true

 

That you were created for me.

 

I owned your voice.

 

It was shaped and tuned to soothe me.

 

Your arms were molded

 

Into a cradle to hold me, to rock me.

 

The scent of your body was the air

 

Perfumed for me to breathe.

 

Mother,

 

During those early, dearest days

 

I did not dream that you had

 

A large life which included me,

 

For I had a life

 

Which was only you.

 

Time passed steadily and drew us apart.

 

I was unwilling.

 

I feared if I let you go

 

You would leave me eternally.

 

You smiled at my fears, saying

 

I could not stay in your lap forever

 

That one day you would have to stand

 

And where would I be?

 

You smiled again.

 

I did not.

 

Without warning you left me,

 

But you returned immediately.

 

You left again and returned,

 

I admit, quickly,

 

But relief did not rest with me easily

 

You left again, but again returned.

 

You left again, but again returned.

 

Each time you reentered my world

 

You brought assurance.

 

Slowly I gained confidence.

 

You thought you knew me,

 

But I did know you,

 

You thought you were watching me,

 

But I did hold you securely in my sight,

 

Recording every moment,

 

Memorizing your smiles, tracing your frowns.

 

In your absence

 

I rehearsed you,

 

The way you had of singing

 

On a breeze,

 

While a sob lay

 

At the root of your song.

 

The way you posed your head

 

So that the light could caress your face

 

When you put your fingers on my hand

 

And your hand on my arm,

 

I was struck with a sense of health,

 

Of strength and very good fortune.

 

You were always

 

The heart of happiness to me,

 

Bringing nougats of glee,

 

Sweets of open laughter.

 

During the years when you knew nothing

 

And I knew everything, I loved you still.

 

Condescendingly of course,

 

From my high perch

 

Of teenage wisdom.

 

I grew older and

 

Was stunned to find

 

How much knowledge you had gleaned,

 

And so quickly.

 

Mother I have learned enough now

 

To know I have learned nearly nothing;.

 

On this day

 

When mothers are being honored,

 

Let me thank you

 

That my selfishness, ignorance, and mockery

 

Did not bring you to

 

Discard me like a broken doll

 

Which had lost its favor.

 

I thank you that

 

You still find something in me

 

To cherish, to admire, and to love.

 

I thank you, Mother.

 

I love you.

By Maya Angelou

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Hug Me


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Hug me and I will cuddle you,

In my darkest fear, I need you,

In my happiest moment, I love you

My shoulders are yours,

Not just when you cry,

I will always be here,

Not just when you’re lonely,

My heart is always yours,

Even when I hurt you the most,

In my lap you can sleep,

All night I will sing,

For my happiness is yours,

As for my life I swore,

Forever is his presence,

Together we shall live.

 

 

Written by Felix Massinda

Its Never too Late…


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Have you ever felt that you are too late to change or to learn something new? Let me tell you today, “ITS NEVER TOO LATE”

I was talking to an old guy once, to break silence in the office while carrying on with our duties, the conversation made us alive and keep on working. The topic we picked is can an old person be enrolled in learning sessions and learn as any person, the reason he though it might  be is, Old people are facing hardship to learn as they are getting old and their mind as well are too old to learn something new.

The reason might seem a bit convincing when you imagine an old guy of almost 60 to 80`s in class learning. What do you think? What would have been your answer if your were in my shoes?

I told him, learning is a choice despite the age. I understand as we got old, our learning capability decreases due to aging but that should not be an excuse not to learn and stay idle. He finally agreed with me somehow.

Would like to hear your thoughts on the matter.

Step out to what you want in Life…


How is life treating you? How are you treating life? Are you living the life you want?

Do you realize that each of us has the power to create the life we want if… we are willing to pay the price? What do I mean, pay the price?

There is a price to pay for everything you want in life. It could be time, money, classes, commitment, practice, sacrifice… the list goes on and on. Only you know what is the price for what you want.

I personally know that the price for success is high and that sometimes it takes a long, long time to happen. And I also know that the rewards are tremendous.

So I ask you, “What would it take for you to be as successful as you want to be?”

A better job? A deeper relationship? More money?

Are you willing to pay the price, no matter what?

If you are, then you are on your way to a successful outcome. Will it always turn out exactly as you planned? No, not always. Sometimes it will turn out even better or worse but that should not be a reason to give up on your dreams. if it’s something you really want. Take the risk and be committed.

I believe you can do it – then take a step in that direction. You know if it were easy, everyone would be doing it. But it’s not. You are the one. You are the one that’s going to do it.

Start today. Start now!

The ONE


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Alone in the dark i sit

With imagination of my future i see

Stuck in my own beliefs

Scared to face the light

Yet eager to be the ONE

 

Across the wall i hide

Closing my ears to hear the sounds

Sounds of encouragement

That could only waste my time

With fear to stand up

I could feel my feet tremble

 

Another day, another week and keep counting

Same corner i sleep, same food and same house

Checking in out and out the color of the world

With seasons that pass by

Still old i grow with same beliefs i hold.

 

Until i realized, i am not growing any older

Rather young in my mind and older in my body

For a good future, equal should the mind and the body be

 

Today i get out with new version and definition of light

Today i change the cloths and the look from my past

Today i become a new child to the world

With new ways and new beliefs

Leaving behind myself old me

Now striving to make a new LIFE

To become the only ONE i intend to be

 

Written by Felix Massinda

Use your time wisely…


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Time is a programme that has been designed to keep counting, so is our age. For years, people have been trying to study time and train people on the proper use of time.

The truth is, everyone has or should have their own way to keep time, this comes as result of how we have designed our life. At this moment i am writing, someone else is in bed, other colour their life with memories and other are being born, so how should time be managed. What i am trying to say is, find your own ways to manage time as long as it is beneficial to you.

The clock will never stop, You have to keep chasing your dreams, time wasted for unnecessary activities will never be recovered.

Be smart, start to act today, never postpone, be accountable, be proactive and always keep your day planned.Never allow interruptions. Be Focused.

Who am I?


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I believe many of us have asked or questioned ourselves this question ( Who am i? ) as many times as we can remember. There comes a time in life that we feel we are not doing enough to reaching the unseen dreams that we struggle to achieve every day.

We get destroyed by what other people’s opinions of who we really are. I have realized that, in life, we will hear so many definitions of who we are; most of such given definitions are the hidden versions of those who define us.

It is very easy to judge a person for what they are when we cannot become them. This mostly happen or caused by so many reasons, one being that we admire what they do, what they have, the influence or the benefits they have to life.

Have you asked yourself why do we need so much attention from people? Do we really have what it takes to capture their eyes? why we are so moved by people who seem to have caught the keys of the population?

There is not so much you could look-up  to that person if he/she doesn’t add any value to your life.

The definition of who we are is who we are ( the definition of who am i is who i am). Never make a mistake of comparing your life with someone else. Every human being is different from one another. We have different abilities, opinions, understandings, dreams, and so much more.

You should know that life is the same but it has so many ways of getting to us. It is true that it’s not easy to endure all of its challenges. sometimes we feel humiliated and that we are given so much more than we can handle. I tell you, you cannot be given things you cannot handle.

Listen to yourself, find your passion and most importantly, BE YOURSELF, If you can manage to become your own version of who you are, nothing will stand in your way.

 

Written by Motivationaltalks

Happy First Birthday Son


 

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09th April 2015, was a day we met you

Since then, we realized how happy life can be

Holding you close to our arms and protecting you with our hearts

Has been the best feeling in a life time

You have your ways to calm us down during the hard time

Make us feel young and responsible every time you give us smile

Taught patience and love,

We know that there are days that we have not done our dues properly

Yet, you had been so strong and patience to our deeds

You have blended so well in life and we are so proud of you

Today, we celebrate one year with you

Today, we celebrate love with you

Today, we celebrate happiness with you

Today, we celebrate life

Today, we celebrate you one year Birthday Son

We wish nothing for you but happiness

We wish you the best in life

We wish you to live in God’s path

We love you so much so son

My God protect our Family

May God protect you and guide to live in his ways

Happy Birthday Son.

Written by Proud Parents.

 

Tears


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Tears, bitter tears flood;

Sight when sees not

Through this dark night

All future have lost.

 

Tears, angry tears delude;

Mind when knows it

Time sweet so empty

Aged like dust.

 

Tears, gloomy tears cloud;

Heart when feels it

Though sense pleasurest

Too soon went.

 

Mortal tears oh, tears

Spilling will you not

Failed you to hold not

That sweet past.

 

Weak tears it spilled

Between the fingers. It

did! But did what

couldn’t you halt?

By Di Orega

A Grain of Hope


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I stood for hours , staring at the sky

Movement of clouds, revolving around my thoughts

Creating shapes, making sensitive sounds

With the light of the sun, the world is so inviting

 

As nature attracts the beauty of the heart

Beautiful smell from flowers

Every habitant is satisfied with what nature provides

 

With the beauty of the hills and mountains

Giving the best view our eyes can see

The sound of waterfalls and birds over it

Feels like heaven on earth

 

We, human come in and destroy all

All that nature preserves for us and for generations

Cutting down trees, destroying water sources

Digging up minerals and irrigate our land with blood

 

Throwing lives for papers

Abusing our existence for pleasure

While our faces are covered with guilty

Praying for the grain of hope

 

Hope that we have lost

With our dried throats

Starving in our own farms

Thirsty in our own water sources

Changing a life for a penny

 

We have lost our ways

We die in our richest homes

Nurturing ourselves is a myth

Few gain the lives of the nation

While others collects the chaff’s of the privileged.

 

Written by Felix Massinda

Treasure of life is Life itself.


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I was brought up believing

That life is what I make of it

Yet distractions are part of it too

Despite many examples, still confused I was

The definition of life is life itself.

 

I was told to stay

Stay in the group and pursue life

Forgetting life is an individual entity

Pursued with a strong heart, mind and a determined soul

Until today I was, was moved by such belief

Yet I needed to see more

 

It was believed, a system we lived in 30 years ago

Was the strongest path to have followed until then

We couldn’t step on ourselves, crowded in stream

Latter than I thought, I figured, it was all a lie

One’s life isn’t of the other

Every soul needs a different life

 

Before I stood back and reflect

I couldn’t see the dawn

Time had gone with regrets of choices

That I had enough time to make

Time that I lost following the shadows

That only existed during the day

 

I had hope

I have hope

And I will still keep my hopes positively

Seeing it differently is a motive

Education is a path

That the crowd fails to praise

An escape route that we all cant dare to try

A success island that we all wish to jump in

And a creative fantasy that we all wish to have

Its freedom we seek,

To free ourselves from ourselves

Is to take a different look within ourselves

 

 

Written by Felix Massinda

Weep No More


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I hear you cry

Tears of pain

Sharp pain, sharper than blade

I know what you cry for,

You weep for your dreams

Drowned by failure

You weep for your self esteem

Clouded by fear

You weep for your potential,

Swallowed by you insecurity

You weep for the real you

Influenced by bad friends

And for your talents

Bombed by misuse of time

You weep for you dignity

Polluted by your own misbehavior

 

Weep no more, as it is not salvation to you

Weeping does not take back the hands of time

I hear you weep, I hear you pray

Every drop of tears,

Now be at peace, be calm

I bring relief of your sorrow

Wipe and stand up, move on

And turn back never

For I forgive you my flower

 

Weep never, loose your energy never

Light your candle, pour your drink

Share you happiness,you are new again

Feel my touch of strength

Like a butterfly, fly with my energy

Fly higher than you never did

Fly over the highest mountains

Are you awake? If you know you are

You will never weep again

 

Written by a Poet | Hafifa Bahfif

A Windy Day


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It is too windy today

Houses swings

trees fall down

Ocean waves are too strong

The world is shaking

 

The natural causes are scary

no ways to stop rather being strong ourselves

our lives are in danger, children are dying

no good shelter for them

tomorrows leaders lose hope

The Country is shaking

 

Yet we have a chance

chance to leave all that behind

With effective decision

and free our souls

to wonder in pastures

with no life to lose

with one voice

 

We had to build a castle

yet we made mad house

with roof made of grass

which is not even resistant to rain

and strong natural calamities

Nonetheless we claim that’s freedom.

 

 

Written by Felix Massinda

Purity of the Heart


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It is with purity of heart faith stands

Firmly to believe that life has a life

Not to mentioned the disguised feeling we all have

But the point of arguing with conscience we become wise

Sweetness of pain is enduring with a smile

Courage to stand to the end

With the vision we win the heart

 

Great risk is playing cards on the broken table

Throwing whistles on the dying  dog

Loyal might still be, slowly dying within

Hardship is the best exam to everyone to stand with their minds

Letting them wonder flew away with good fortunes

 

Never let the desert be the loop

Nor the smoke to choke you down

Always have the courage

Until the end

 

Written by Felix Massinda

Unprecedented Love


There comes another day

Another time with same dejavu

Things in your head that seems same

Nothing much has been done

Not much to do neither

 

Your thoughts becomes you

With enough on your shoulder

You know you can’t hold off

Because they define you

Make you who you are

Gives you a privilege

To keep standing firm

 

Despite being tired

The bond gives you strength

Though facing problems

Still they make you strong

And happy

Its irony isn’t it?

 

But that’s the definition to becoming real

Never be broken for nothing

Love them, show them

It is love we hold, share and live

Keep smiling

Written By Felix Massinda

To My Son


My son, life is hide and seek game

you will have to seek all opportunities hidden from you

and remember giving up wont reveal them

at times they are knocking at your door

It only requires you to have the keys and open for them

 

Look around

People work hard to earn a living not to buy one

it is different in our ages

when a farm son would do anything to clean the road for a cent

would work in the restaurant for ten shillings

In your age it will be different

but remember a clean cent has discipline to carry the fortune of the world

 

Dishonesty is nothing but death in your pocket

Saving a life is far more better than destroying one

a lie living in your mouth kills a hundred on reality

never dirty your hands for pleasure rather work for it

 

Success that is earned from a hard work feels better than a shortcut

Being proud of your wealth would make you feel better than the bought one

I need you to go out there,

go find life, work for your life but never buy one

Buying one would kill many souls to maintain it

rather when earning one, will always make you find ways for another

failing at life is not a weakness rather a courage that you tried

and stopping wont delight your days

 

I urge you to keep going

search for your inner desire

take the life you deserve to your home not otherwise

live a life my son and never live a lie

 

 

Written by Felix Massinda

Until then…


Life is seem so disturbing at times 
Times when you wonder of it 
Today brings you happiness 
Tomorrow brings you sorrow 
And next thing brings you confusion 

One the right spot, we stand believing 
This is where i belong and on the other hand 
Doubts are over you, standing in front of you 
Proving you wrong that you are not right 

Things you’ve ever believed evaporates 
Stands you have always had disappear 
Strength you have had evaporates 
And the future you have always seen becomes dark. 

On that the same ring, u have a reason 
A reason to live for yet its not enough 
Lots of loops blocks you 
From seeing clearly the way 
Diverge you and takes you out of focus 
All these happen so fast 
You get lost out of no where 

You become stuck in that wilderness 
Trying every possible way to regain the purpose 
Solving every solution to maintain status 
Out in the open while from within 
Is a bunch of miscalculations and wrong decisions 
Wastage of time and lost hope 
Yet no many choices come out in the open 
The only one ahead and in handy is 
Hanging in there until then…

Written by Felix Massinda

My Life in Poetry ( Part One)


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I was told that in life you can’t make it alone

I believed and I was deeply immersed in such notice

My thoughts got caught up in the moment

Since then I became a victim, a victim of other people’s world

I totally forgot that life is independently owned

And success is through ones effort and determination

 

Not long ago when I realized I had lost my future for being so coward

Coward to listen to people’s fear of life and go along with it

Listen to what others said about life and made them my life

Not quite possible to move on alone I said

I was wrong, wrong to live under their shadow

Stay with them, live with them, laugh at the same joke

Eat same food and wear same clothes

I was in the dark

PART ONE

 

One night, one night when I got back from school

School that taught me a lot in the beginning but never told life is individually owned

Leaving such stage to another and I was told I couldn’t do it all alone

Disappointment’s, and anger embarked my heart, breathing heavily I did

 Confused and scared little boy I said, it’s enough, enough of all it

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Enough of living other people’s life and decided to live my own

Tired of stepping on other people’s fear and started facing my own

I understood the hardship I was to go through

Yet I felt strength pursuing what I wanted to achieve

Struggled through myself in the dark not seeing myself in college

Was the fear I had for my life to end there

To be Continued….

Written by Felix Massinda

SACRIFICE…


Nine words it consists,
But greatness it carries.
Think how a mother
Let’s go of many things
Just for the well being of her loved ones…
And so it was written
In Holy Books
The Creator had given his Son to Pay for the sins of Humans..
It may seem to be very little for you..
But a major step in someone else’s history.
The little things we do
Let us do them in great Love,Care and Concern
So that we can put smiles on other faces.
It may take a pint of sand to Complete ones Life…

Written by Caren Costa

I shall forever live me…


It has happened in many scenarios in life that we admire other people’s lives and at times spend most of our free times reading, blogging, researching and updating ourselves about them, It’s a good thing that we have people around to inspire us and show us that everything is possible.

Despite the physical assurance that everything is possible we are not willing to change and live the life we all most desire. Desire to live a happy life, be content with little we have.

The truth about it is despite how many times we try to live as how others have inspired us, life will always be different.

Learn, understand  and live your dream… Our lives are our responsibility. Be creative, content and accept the level of life we are, strive hard to make your life’s dream a reality, without such courage to pursue our own dreams and make the path of our lives visible, we will always be blinded by the same dreams in our hands.

Its time to realize that One can only live a life differently from another despite the alikeness.

Say it aloud “ I can only live me and forever I shall cherish its beauty”

Written by Felix Massinda