Hello,
My name is Wanjiku and I am a Mother of five.
Every time, I introduce myself this way, people gasp. They often repeat, “Five, Five children!”
And I answer, “Yes, five children. Two are with the Ancestors and Three are with me”
Then almost always, immediately their face drop, confusion crops up and an awkward silence follows.
heaviness weighs in all around us
the weight of it making
shoulders slump
feet drag
backs bend
eyes bleak
hands limp
hope dimmed
where will our help come from?
this is not an individual battle
it is a collective one
the Divine
the entire community of creation
humanity as a whole
will we make it?
will we survive?
will we live?
will we thrive?
oohh Sovereign Lord
only you know
Still in a pandemic With war happening in different parts of the blue planet With famine and disease ravaging some members of our human family Generally exhausted as a human collective
Creator of the stars and all the starry hosts of heaven
Creator of wise ones
Creator of astrology
Creator of love and light
We worship you
You who called the wise ones from the East
To travel from afar for many days
To come and bring gifts
To come and ensure that the child and family was provided for
We honor you
You who welcomes the outsiders into your fold
Creator who receives from those you created
You who speaks through dreams and visions
Preserving lives and generations
We are grateful
Open our eyes to see you in creation
Open our ears to hear you through creation
Open our minds to comprehend you from creation
Open our bodies to receive you through creation
We long to know you in the expanse of your revelation.
She reeled off her feelings
In the cruel whirling wind
It was so strong to make peelings
Of where we hid.
Inside sweet’s
bearing seeds
but we were to pit our wits
When deciding our deeds.
Her eyes were agonizing in disappointment.
Her heart bleeding.
The engagement
The red love was now bleaching.
It aches
My heart.
Her heart.
First was as sweet as cakes
but now like a stone landed on a toe; it hurts.
Wanjiku J. Mwangi | hiscreation Hello everyone my name is Daniel Githumbi. I’m a passionate poet and a writer and an editor by hobby. I’m ambitious longing to be a cardiologist by profession and also a re-known poet, a writer and an editor. I started writing back in form two when I realised I could. I have written several poetry series including: Ten days of love, Boychild empowerment , Mices to pigs including others. My poetry is more metaphorical and ironical. Concerning poetry, it’s a way to express your emotions and memories. That is why I’m relentlessly looking for new poetic challenges.
Anyone can email me at githumbidazly@gmail.com
they did not know how to live
nobody taught them
they were only taught how to die
so that is what they taught us
how to die
i however, want to live
so teach me how to live
i already know how to die.
25.12.2021
Wanjiku
Love is your name
Love is your essence
Love is your character
Love is who you are
And because your ways are higher than our ways
And because your thoughts are higher than our thoughts
Your expression of love confounds us
That you would become one of us
Incarnational love
Love that came down
Love that became
Love that laid its life down
It is to this love that invite us
To consume us with this kind of love
To fill us with this way of love
Until we become love incarnate
Oooh precious love
Oooh Divine love
Oooh Unending love
Oooh incarnate love
Thank you for loving us
Thank you for becoming like us
Thank you for giving of yourself
Thank you for drawing us into you
In love
Through love
For love
To love
Ase
Son of Tamar
Son of Rahab
Son of Ruth
Son of Bathsheba
Son of Mary
Joy unspeakable
Joy unfathomable
Joy unimaginable
Yet
Joy experienced
Joy that bursts forth
Joy that changed the course of history
That you God
Divine One
Would choose a woman
Would choose women
The forgotten
The outcasts
The labelled
The abused
The young
To make your grand entry into humanity
Let our mouths shout even as they quiver
Let our bodies dance even as they let go of fear
Let our minds absorb such love even as they let go of doubt
Let our hearts embrace you Great Love even as you repair our brokenness
Indeed,
Joy to the world
Joy to all peoples
Joy through the women
Joy to the women
Rejoice!
Peace I leave with you, You said
My peace I give to you, You said
Not as the world gives, You said
Oooh Prince of peace
In this world, You said
You will have many troubles, You Said
But be of good cheer, You said
For I have already overcome, You Said
You who kept calm when the crowds roared
You who slept in the midst of a storm
You who never uttered a word when they accused you
You are indeed the one who embodies peace
You know this peace you give
This one that the world cannot give
This one that we all so desperately need
Is actually one that we find hard to receive
One that we find hard to embody
Ooooh giver of peace
Ooooh giver of peace that passes human understanding
Ooooh Prince of Peace
Give us your peace
And help us to receive it
And help us to embody it
Ase
In the beginning
I thought they cared
When they asked what happened
I rehashed my story
I opened up my wounds
I bared my scars
But now I know better
They did not care
They just wanted to see me bleed
To hear me broken
To see my tears flowing
For some wicked reason
They loved it
My pain was entertainment to them
So I stopped talking
I closed up my wounds
I wiped away my tears
And now I can see the bloodthirsty crowd for who they really are.
