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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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

Tears


Tears Poem

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

The Cry


 

The Cry

PHOTO BY ALPHONCE HAULE

I hear cries

Cries of hungry children

Stretching hands for anything to sooth their throats

Disturbed voices and thoughts of their beings to life

Away from parents and care of the society

Alone they wander In streets, with hopes to survive one more day

 

From us to them

Torture we give and isolation we validate

Their life is ours in our concern we lose them

We forget our dues

And give them our backs

It’s not them but us who hear the sounds

Sounds of loneliness and empathy songs

Yet, we hide our hearts and block our ears

To the voice of the helpless children.

 

We cover our lies

By donations we request

Whilst we fill our pockets

And throw remains to the streets

We build houses by the sweat of our blood

We enjoy the sunset by the hearts of the need

We kill our tomorrow

By living in our comfort zone.

Written by Felix Massinda

A Grain of Hope


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Photo Credit | Alphonce Haule

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

Don’t Quit


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Photo | Internet

When things go wrong as they sometimes will,

When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,

When funds are low and the debts are high,

And you want to smile, but you have to sigh.

When care is pressing you down a bit.

 

Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns

As every one of us sometimes learns.

And many failure turns about

When he might have won had he stuck it out

 

Don’t give up though the pace seems slow

You may succeed with another blow.

Success is failure turned inside out

The silver tint of the clouds of doubt.

 

And you never can tell how close you are.

It may be near when it seems so far

So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit

It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.

Written by a Poet |  Hafifa Bahfif

Weep No More


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Photo by | FDdavidk

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

Stand Tall


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Breathing, looking, feeling and walking
Deciding, choosing, living and talking
Just like a developing child; an adolescent learning
Just like an endless beginning a genuine yearning

Independent, supported or alone
Beg, borrow, or maybe one day I’ll even own
There is definitely a light and it is calling me
Close my eyes spread my wings and I will fly free

No more shame, pretend, cheap smiles and lies
No more ifs, buts, maybes or whys?
Who are you? What do you want? How do you sleep?
I know now I am not your possession to abuse and keep

You were right, it’s dramatic, and all for show
But it was you in the lead role, so desperate to grow
Like a parasite you tried to consume and destroy my life
Like a human being I tried to be your partner, friend and wife

Go back to where you came from; it is what you do best
Go back to being nothing,; an annoying little pest
And when you get there be sure look up high
Can you see me beaming brightly, lighting up the sky

Each night I am reminded that you are evil, selfish and vile
Each night I am reminded how lucky I am, blessed and smile
You should see them now you’ve gone; happy, confident and born again
All their own work, they erased you and survived any pain

It was much easier than I thought; you can’t miss what was never there
But unlike you, I did feel true love, I wanted to grow, experience and share
What a waste, a pointless thought and an unwanted gift
All you saw was credibility, an excuse and blame to shift

It is getting closer, that beautiful light calling me
Close my eyes spread my wings and I am flying free
It’s over, just give up and please let us be
Never again imprisoned, now and forever I’m holding the key

Your self-pity and fairy tales fall on deaf ears
Your stories and lies create no sympathy tears
One by one everyone is hearing the truth
T.R.U.T.H. comes with real evidence and proof

I swear this is the final night you will give me no sleep
There’s no master plan or cunning revenge for me to reap
You are a lonely little man, idiot, bully, gambling fool
You’ve lost again; tough guy but I’ve got it all
Do you feel small?
Pathetic and cruel
Down, down you fall
At last I am standing tall
…We’ve got it all

Written by a Poet | Hafifa Bahfif

The Beauty of Your Heart


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I stretch my hands at a distance

Hoping to reach your hand

I look at you from a distance

Hoping to catch your beauty

I let my heart open

For you to require no code

Looking at you before I sleep

Waking up next to you

Dream about you when I am with you

Peace with you is a life I need to live with you

 

So many things might have come along

Shaking the walls of our love

Destroy the colors of the heart

Kills the light we have built for years

I won’t let that happen

I belong to you

 

I am yours even when the world turns black

Won’t matter a bit if you take all of me

Because alone I am incomplete

The part of me that needs your presence

Is bigger than I expected

You have concurred my heart

With the beauty of your smile

Tender care and beauty heart

I am yours

 

I would stand in a crowd

With your love, I shall still

Manifesting it all

Shy shall never prevent me

For all strength I have come from you

I shall always be grateful

 

Together we are composed

Within ourselves we fit every bit

The loudness of the world becomes our strength

And the waves of all shall set us a way

Attached hearts we are

Inseparable we are

Within the love we shine

Forever is our life

For a family we are strong

For eternity we are one.

Written by Felix Massinda

A better Tomorrow


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I wouldn’t be here if I had not moved

It doesn’t matter how fast or slow

Catching up with my dreams is what keeps me strong

Every days has it edge

Challenges are what makes it interesting

And winning is what keeps us going

Never stop or give up

Tomorrow will always be different

Have heart, stay strong.

 

Written by Felix Massinda

Purity of the Heart


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Photo | Unknown

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

The Definition


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Photo | Walter Kimaro
Its denial to contradict the sides you live in
not to mention the doors to your own life
Its not about everything but one thing that you are good at
Ability to stand on your shadow and still play the part
The part of your own arguments while believing you are not alone
The rumble of your heart would embrace nothing but the beauty
Not of what has been described but that of your own appreciation
Its easier to lock one door today and open another one tomorrow
but closing both would jeopardize the treasure
Treasure that you alone can not stand against
Undefined truth is always the best light
When you accept the colors of the rainbow
They would say you have to choose
choose between sides, sides that define you
and until you make that clear every one wont be your enemy
it is easier to pretend and live unconsciously happy
Or ignoring the said facts and remain with your own
Whatever the man says defiles him, same goes with thoughts
Engraving the beauty in your heart avails you
Standing in between your sides appraises you
and awarding your efforts glitters you.
Ability to stand through your storms defines you
It is a blessing to blend in with a purpose
Its nothing of value until you know your definition

 

 

 

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 Three)


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One night, as darkness covered the world

With no weird sights

Tired of breathing for someone else

Sending out flares of tears

Holding into a dying hope of living

Anxiously waiting for the morning

 

A watch wasn’t helping

Time stopped as my heartbeat

Breathless I was, with fear of reaching out

Reaching to the world that I had set in my fantasy world

Skinned and scared little boy I was

Working in the middle of gunmen

Worried if a brighter day was to come

Before a bullet through my heart

 

 

Torn were my clothes

With a strangled faith in my hand

No clue a life wouldn’t be equal to any of its size

I mean if a life is life should be life for everyone

Of course it is, but the course of such life

Is set on different course to follow

All at once with objectives

Fall to cross on the lines set to surpass

 

 

Mine was close, close to morning

A morning of hope and beautiful dreams

Was a package full of life wisdom and hope

A sunrise that passed through the beat of a heart

That pumped blood to setting the rest free

 

Next day was remarkable

Putting biro on desk with lots of movements

Different styles with Fashion

Arguments and discussions that put out of place

Not knowledged I was, scared to walk in

 join and learn, learn to stand alone

 

Eventually, a dream came true

And that was the truth

Truth to a promised life out of the box

That could easily set a chosen path by fate

Scrambled safely with  noises and yet it was beautiful

Beauty that still shines in me until today.

To be continued….

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

I am Ready to Give Up


I’ve been told and hear a lot of negativity

Walked alone on the road that’s too hard to live for

Yet I stood still despite the storm that almost took my strength

Scared? I’ve lived with fear of my own trials, failing my own designs

 

 I was ready to stop everything and walk away, ready to give up

I am now ready to give up my fear and face my  life strongly than ever before

I am ready to give up, give up the mask worn in the past and embrace the reality

I  ready to give up quitting and stepping up

 

Life is more precious when having your principles

Happiness is the only gift a man can embrace forever and yield in it.

 

I am ready to give up everything for the sake of my happiness and my life.

You should do the same.

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

A life Lost


She was my neighbor

Living next door

I could hear songs

Played on the radio

The songs she made by her own voice

Good voice for a singer I must admit

But same songs in different tones everyday

She lived alone in the world

Never seen her sibling

Rather other people

Who they argue everyday

She cried in agony sometimes

And pretends everything is fine

She did put her life in dependency

And her stomach grew big day after day

Abortion was the solution

Because arguments were her diner everyday

Alone she could live

Strong she could become

And successful was on her hand

She throw it away for temporary pleasure

Almost cost everything she ever owned

She is now gone

A 19 years old beautiful girl

Died during abortion

Shame, shame, shame

Not all shame put on her

But to those who misguided her

Showing her right direction

Instead they used her

Sabotaged her

And praised the pleasure