I NEED TO BREATHE

Please Please,
Somebody help me..
I need a breather
From a dreadful life..
A life of boredom
I need a spice
A spice to wake me up
From this mundane living

AWOKE I DID WHEN SEPTEMBER ENDED

Ah.. September..a month.
You my say....., what about September? Its just a month..
But I say, No!
Wake me up when September ends
September is the month where things happen
Read October will let you know more.

19 MINUTES

In nineteen minutes, you can clean your car, color your hair, watch a third of a Rugby game.

In nineteen minutes, you can cook ugali or get a tooth filled by a dentist; you can fold laundry for a family of five.

Nineteen minutes is how long it took the Kogalo team to beat Ingwe on the first half that day.

It’s the length of a sitcom, minus the commercials.

It’s the driving distance from  Dandora to the town of Nairobi minus the jam.

In nineteen minutes, you can order a pizza and get it delivered.

You can read a story to a child or install a new software  in your computer

You can walk a mile. You can sew a hem.

In nineteen minutes, you can stop the world, or you can just jump off it.

In nineteen minutes, you can get revenge.

But vengeance is mine saith the Lord

WOULD YOU RATHER...?

Some people would rather
But would you?
The sun rises and you rise with it everyday would you rather not awake?
The day ends with the sunset and you fall asleep, would you rather have insomnia?
The child grows within you after that passionate act, would you rather nothing was able to grow?
You wake beside your partner of twenty years every morning, would you rather wake up with another?
You still feel this painful-sweet feeling inside your heart because you care for someone and they don't would you rather your heart was stone?

Tis endmonth, you have all this bills to pay and so little income, would you rather not have an income?
Society dishes criticisms to you about your hard work, tis  painful and hard to live down would you rather not be creative?
They say you have a bad physical  shape and speak with an accent, would you rather be someone else?
They say you walk with a bad gait, would you rather be crippled?
They say you come from a family of not well to do folk, would rather not have a family?

Would you rather be someone else apart from your own self?
Would you rather not be true to thine own self?
Would you rather not live because the world is against you?
Would you rather live in hopelessness?
Would you rather stop trying?
Would you rather cow because you are afraid?
Would you rather not believe in God and found out in the end that HE is real?
Think about it.

WHO IS WORTHY?

Who is worthy?

Who is worthy of my allegiance?

Who is worthy of my affection?

Who is worthy of my devotion?

Who is worthy of my faith?

Who is worthy of my time, money and possessions?

Who is worthy of my dreams, hopes and future?

Who is worthy of my hands, feet, mind and heart?

Who is worthy?

Who is worthy of my giving?

Who is worthy of my Sunday mornings?

Who is worthy of my living with integrity?

Who is worthy of my sharing with friends and strangers?

Who is worthy of my complete trust?

Who is worthy?

Who is worthy living for?

Who is worth going to jail for?

Who is worth dying for?

The vote is in. Every polling station has reported.

All the votes are counted and there is no rigging. It is unanimous.

Worthy is the lamb, who was slain, to receive power and wealth and wisdom and strength and honor and glory and praise!”

REVELATION 5:12

WHERE ?

Where am I God
Your Word says that you have me at the palm of your hand
Your Word tells me that you have given me the land
Your Word tells me that I should never be moved
Your Word assures me that if I believe my faith will be proved.
Yet here I am feeling stuck in something that I don't know
I feel that my life is not making sense
I feel as if am going for the sake of going
The intellectuals  talk and treat me as if am dense
Now and past tense

Few things look right in my life
Few things go right in my life
Things I have done I regret, Oh how I wish to forget.
Past actions mock me day and night
Even in my quiet time with you.

The thoughts become frightening
I pray and yet feel not any forgiveness
I beseech you Lord, of your protection
From the evil ones

Expressions of my heart are taken lightly
Scorned and trampled on, leaving me wounded and worn
I look at you Lord, and my vision is blocked
By the weight of this world that I long to rid myself of

Help me find my way Lord; help me know what to do
Crying and pleading, my heart yearns to feel your comfort
Help me Lord to Finally be free.

I see that sun in the east, it has a lot of promise
I read your word, feeling like a child of a King
I am a chosen generation, a royal priesthood
With all the titles I carry,of  woman,daughter,sister,writer,worshiper and friend
I am great ful!
I will finally be free, I feel this strongly
Thank you Lord for not passing me by!

WHAT IF.....

What if you slept?
And what if in your sleep, you dreamed?
And what if in your dream, you went to heaven
and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower?
And what if, when you woke, you had the flower in your hand?
Ah! What then? 

What if for a long time you wished?
The impossible..
Okay, at least impossible to you
Then one day you wake up,
And what if the impossible became true
And finally becomes fact.
Ah What then?