A Story of two lives, a Poem of one life

This is the story of two lives, a poem of one life.

The story of one man, a story of two men, this is two stories about one man

Or was he a god? A superhuman perhaps

Could he be the one that science theorized as two bodies in one?

Or was he the one that lived in two bodies?

Did anyone know who he really was?

He was either the strongest man that ever lived or the weakest man that could never fight

The best leader of his time or just one with the biggest crowd going in the same direction as he

He was either the most charming, silver-tongued gentleman with the words that could melt a rock,

Or was the most wickedly deceptive deceiver

He was either the most faithful Christian that would receive a crown on the last day and whose name would be in that book of life that believers endlessly talked about   

Or was the greatest hypocrite that ever appeared to believe.

He was many things yet juxtaposed to his ambitions he was nothing

A simple man yet when regarded through the lenses of his achievements was the most sophisticated, most successful.

He was a quiet man, a man of many words. A great listener yes, he was a great talker

A teller of infallible truths, he was the greatest liar that ever was

A proud man, peacocks had no chance, he was the meekest even lambs were humbled by his humility

Theories say he killed a pride of lions just to keep his own pride, he was the epitome of timidity, wouldn’t kill a fly even if it sucked all his blood

He was the oldest, men of age would seek his counsel, he would tell tales of days lost in the history he lived in, he was the youngest of them all with the mischief of youth churning in any of his brains

He is the one that survived to tell the tale, the one who died that the tale might be told

A hero in the people’s stories, he was the villain in his own story

He was either the greatest man that ever stood before men or

The wretched invalid that all men came to see, appearing to have an audience

This is the story of the one who none dared to talk about

The story that I dared to tell, the story that I have always told

It’s not Jesus that I speak of, you see, with a mask, you could appear to be anything

With a mask, Clark Kent becomes Superman, Diego de la Vega becomes Zorro, Bruce Wayne becomes Batman

The wolf appears like a sheep, the devil like a roaring lion seeking one he may devour 

…

But beneath this mask was a poor man wanting to make sense out of faith

A man in deep doubt wanting to see the nail scarred hands just so he would believe

Beneath this mask was a man who also cried, in deep sorrow in need of a super-hero, a savior

A man in need of a father, a brother, a friend, a hand to hold, ears that would listen…

But who would know who he was beneath the mask?

Would he reveal his visage, his true identity and suffer the shame but gain all the he truly needed

Or would he just…

Put on back the mask and continue to live the lie he was used to..? 

Peace Love and Unity

 Nearly five years after the disputed general elections of 2007, it seems that what led to the strife is still plaguing this nation. Tribalism and Class-ism. Kenya has 42+ tribes. We are a diverse nation and it is this diversity that should unite us, like the different fingers of the same hand. I stand as an agent of peace and this piece is about PEACE. We ought to work on the things that unify us.

PS: There is a Prince of Peace who gives peace that surpasses all understanding.

PEACE!!!

PEACE LOVE AND UNITY

“May we dwell in unity,

Peace and liberty…”

The solemn prayer of our independence, our anthem. When this nation finally got free from colonial oppression.

The day when the flag soared high in colors, black for the people, red for the blood shed in the struggle, green for the natural beauty of the land and white for the peace.

When every one, regardless of age, tribe, sex, gender, social, political class, religion or education was one. The day we really were Kenyans.

United, untied.

Divergent cultures unified.

Then the colonialist left and it seemed that we were only a people united by a common enemy.

That we would soon be divided.

Because the Central province could not hold, things began to fall apart.

The nation was developed, through PILOT projects, that systematically excluded the poor because only the rich FLY.

The politicians talk about making fundamental changes, yet they only fund your mental during elections just so they can change your immediate conditions.

Their 5year plan for your 5year old reduced to a

500 shilling for your five hundred needs, then

5 years later, the PENTAGON returns when inflation is

Five times higher and their 500 shillings is worthless compared to your

 Over five hundred needs and those of your 10year old.

You don’t need all five senses to realize that the strife is not only about lack of units but also lack of unity…

Then came 2007 when the revolution was televised. Images so scary you’d think the book of revelation was being televised.

Hundreds of thousands were displaced.

A thousand plus were killed, either by the bullet or the blade,

Brother against brother just because they came from another mother…

…tongue was tied in muse of the bloodshed and hate.

Seemed like the flag faltered in meaning; black was no longer for the people as it had gray areas of tribe and class. The red was for the bloodshed, not for independence but for tribal and political dominance. The green, wilted into a brown and yellow from land grabbing and encroachment into forest land.

The white became for peace. Not peace like harmony or

piece like part of

but peace like the police keep the common *click click* PEACE!

We paid the price of disunity and ethnic intolerance with blood and we set up ourselves again for the same when we re-group into tribes.

It seems the 2007 reality check bounced. So now I pay you this time round with a mic check, ONE too many things need to change.

Let’s preach peace, our silence is killing the nation, country-cide.

Wanjiku should not only be safe around people of her own tribe, in the country side.

We need peace like a river to attend our way so that it can be well with our soul,

To walk the talk that gives Kenya Hope, founded on Liberty and Power.

Power to fight hunger and starvation to

Fight poverty, corruption. The power to rise above the walls that disunite us.

Let’s join hands because apart, we are fingers twitching. Together we are a fist, no punch intended.

How good and pleasant it is when brethren

“Dwell in unity, peace and liberty.

Plenty be found within our borders.”

A Letter To Peter...

Greetings!

*Sigh* So this piece of writing (typing) written over 4 years ago was the first ever sign I had that I could exclusively write to glorify God and to point people towards Him. It was at a point when I felt so unworthy and so unforgivable that I was even afraid to go into God's presence or allow Him to come into me in the way He only can. I know many people that have felt or feel that way, that they are beyond repair, beyond redeeming. I just want to encourage you that God is the Master Fixer. He can put our broken selves back together again and we would look so new as if we never were broken before, can I get an Amen!....? *gets the Amen*  Because so many times we fall from the high wall we sit on and we break into pieces, like Humpty Dumpty, that all the king's men and the king's horses cannot put us back together...BUT THERE'S A KING OF KINGS!! 

Baraka (Blessings)

A Letter to Peter

In my mind I can't help but play and see over and over my prosecution proceedings
How I have been found guilty and unworthy.
Yet in my heart I know that you have forgiven me and renewed me.
My head and heart just won't unite to the fact
That I am now free to approach you.
Because you have taken my place in the guilty stand,
And served the sentence for me.

Pardon my unbelief, maybe my eyes need to see the scars in your hands.
That the wrongs I do are forgiven and forgotten, I cannot behold.
It is the reason you are God and I am just a mortal.
It is the reason I write this letter to Peter, pass it to Jesus...

That you have lifted me higher, just a little lower than the angels,
Still the reason for this I do not perceive. Maybe logic is my problem.
That you care for me more than the sparrows that you feed.
Myunbelief makes me ask for a wing, so I could also fly and be fed.
That you are mindful of me? My mind can't even stand me!
How do you still remember mercy when you think of me?

So now like a crowd, I follow foolishly to wherever your wisdom leads.
Like the cloud by day over the israelites, lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.
If this is what it takes for me to believe,
Then I become for you the sheep that walks to its slaughter.
Maybe that's how I get new life...
Don't read this letter Peter, just pass it to Jesus...

Sincerely...