There are times you feel you are indebted to somebody for something they did (or have done) for you but you just don’t know what best to give. How about trying the power of words to do that arduous task for you like I did some years ago.
What has to be said has to,
Whatever the cost and the pain too,
It’s this that’s driving me on,
To write all this down.
When I first met you,
I was but a child in the faith,
But your encouragement and words,
Drove me on like no other could.
Being in your presence,
Has taught me things of essence,
And I saw things in a different light,
Things that you brought to light.
You know, forgive me for this,
I had always thought all ladies were the same,
None could be trusted in anything,
But you’ve proved me wrong.
Really God pre-ordained this friendship,
For it is not based on empty words,
But on actions that speak louder than words,
Those acts of kindness and selfless giving.
My stay here,
Has always been made meaningful,
By your presence and attitude,
That attitude of care and concern.
This is why my going hurts me,
And pulls at my heartstrings,
For I know what it means,
To our very stable, unshakeable friendship.
May your future be as bright as a full moon,
May the Lord add more days to your number,
So that you may keep dazzling and shining,
And smiling and laughing into posterity.
What you’ve taught me is invaluable,
All this will be stored in a fold of my heart,
Where no one can steal,
Not even who or whoever.
Though I am leaving this place,
I say you are one in a million,
And your presence to me , for sure,
Was more valuable than Gold.
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Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Broken Diamonds
(In memory of the Nairobi bomb blast: Friday, 7th August, 1998. I wrote this poem on Saturday, 22nd August, 1998 at 4 pm)
I picked ‘Broken Diamonds’ as the title of this poem as a token of appreciation of the lives of the people who perished. They were diamonds, to say the least. And, of course, there’s a lot of pain in losing a diamond, isn’t there?
They were born,
On a day in the past,
And lived their lives,
Till that fateful day,
Seventh of August.
The scene was aghast,
After the blast,
The blast that claimed them,
And what a mayhem it caused.
The glasses flew,
As if they knew,
Where they were going;
They cut deep in the skin,
And the memory,
Remains deeply etched in our hearts.
‘Can’t imagine,
That those people,
So beautiful, so handsome,
So young, so old,
Will never again,
Share a light joke with bus,
I simply can’t imagine.
Children were left crying,
Mothers and fathers the same,
After they were left,
Without a bye,
By people who knew less,
Of where they were going;
And made that journey,
Very unprepared,
For they weren’t spared.
My heart is paining,
At such senseless,
Loss of precious lives,
Which were nipped in the bud,
Before they were ripe enough,
To be swallowed by the soil.
Seventh of August,
Will always (and forever),
Be remembered by all Kenyans,
Young and old,
Born and unborn,
As the day,
When the world,
Came tumbling down on us.
The blasts of the bomb,
Will always ring out,
Throughout Kenya,
For ages to come,
For they left memories,
Which are more than stories.
Charred stumps,
Dot the hollowness in our hearts;
Smouldering embers,
Keep our latent emotions alive.
I picked ‘Broken Diamonds’ as the title of this poem as a token of appreciation of the lives of the people who perished. They were diamonds, to say the least. And, of course, there’s a lot of pain in losing a diamond, isn’t there?
They were born,
On a day in the past,
And lived their lives,
Till that fateful day,
Seventh of August.
The scene was aghast,
After the blast,
The blast that claimed them,
And what a mayhem it caused.
The glasses flew,
As if they knew,
Where they were going;
They cut deep in the skin,
And the memory,
Remains deeply etched in our hearts.
‘Can’t imagine,
That those people,
So beautiful, so handsome,
So young, so old,
Will never again,
Share a light joke with bus,
I simply can’t imagine.
Children were left crying,
Mothers and fathers the same,
After they were left,
Without a bye,
By people who knew less,
Of where they were going;
And made that journey,
Very unprepared,
For they weren’t spared.
My heart is paining,
At such senseless,
Loss of precious lives,
Which were nipped in the bud,
Before they were ripe enough,
To be swallowed by the soil.
Seventh of August,
Will always (and forever),
Be remembered by all Kenyans,
Young and old,
Born and unborn,
As the day,
When the world,
Came tumbling down on us.
The blasts of the bomb,
Will always ring out,
Throughout Kenya,
For ages to come,
For they left memories,
Which are more than stories.
Charred stumps,
Dot the hollowness in our hearts;
Smouldering embers,
Keep our latent emotions alive.
A Day Off! What Do You mean?
Can You Figure This Out?
So you want a day off? Let’s take a look at what you are asking for. There are 365 days per year available for work.
There are 52 weeks per year in which you have already 2 days off per week leaving 261 days available for work.
Since you spend 16 hours each day away from work you have used up 170 days leaving only 91 days available for work. You spend 30 minutes each day on coffee break. That accounts for 23 days each year leaving only 68 days available for work. With 1 hour lunch period each day, you have used up another 46 days leaving only 22 days for work.
You normally use 2 days per year on sick leave. This leaves only 20 days available for work. We are off 5 holidays per year leaving 15 days available for work. We generously give 14 days vacation per year which only leaves 1 day available for work. I’ll be damned if you are going to take this day off!!
So you want a day off? Let’s take a look at what you are asking for. There are 365 days per year available for work.
There are 52 weeks per year in which you have already 2 days off per week leaving 261 days available for work.
Since you spend 16 hours each day away from work you have used up 170 days leaving only 91 days available for work. You spend 30 minutes each day on coffee break. That accounts for 23 days each year leaving only 68 days available for work. With 1 hour lunch period each day, you have used up another 46 days leaving only 22 days for work.
You normally use 2 days per year on sick leave. This leaves only 20 days available for work. We are off 5 holidays per year leaving 15 days available for work. We generously give 14 days vacation per year which only leaves 1 day available for work. I’ll be damned if you are going to take this day off!!
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