Life Through My Eyes

WHERE DO I BELONG?  The half-caste! Where do I belong? I am not black I am not white What am i?     Mommy is black Daddy is white But, When I am with mommy’s family I am considered white When I am with daddy’s family I am considered black Where do I belong? What am i?     Only my parents acknowledge me as their child Everywhere I go, I get pushed away I don’t fit anywhere     When I am at mother’s home A sense of security flows through me I feel safe Nobody targets me for a good kill They rather treat me like I am superior I tell them I am just one of you “No, you are white!” is their response But you are welcome to stay here You are our daughter’s child Even strangers are welcome to this compound     Father’s home doesn’t give me the peace I am hunted down Why? I am black I don’t fit I don’t fit I DO NOT FIT In my own father’s land, I am not welcome    ...

The little things we do for another means the world to them... In the wake of "scarcity" of mangoes in my region  The first I have witnessed since I heard the first cries of birds A wave of craving for this fruit over powered me Day in day out  The mango trees on my compound produce sickly looking mangoes  Mangoes that keep falling to their death  Leaving me in despair  Yes! I just want to eat just 1 fruit! To quench my dire craving  I am pushed to ask a few people  "Do you have mangoes in your home" "If you come across mangoes,  please alert me" Piny tik ! Then my last plea was heard by my blood! He told me, in a week's time mangoes should be ready! This morning the surprise call came through! The mangoes are ready, please send for them! Huh! Excitement ran through my entire being.... Mangoes, mangoes, mangoes! Thank you Wang Jok You have quenched my craving and I will remember this eternally!  The little things we do for others!  GRAC...

You have a virus! Your kind of virus will never have a vaccine It makes your tongue loose… Prompting you to promise without upholding Pushing you to wiggle your snake all over the neighbourhood   When you hit the jackpot You take off like you are faced with death Your heels hitting the back of your head Run mister, run! Never return!   If you can't wait to  take home your price! Know that your actions always lead to loss of life Life of your unborn child That of a child finally brought to earth That of the woman you planted your seed in   A woman is left in a whirlwind when you run She faces the wrath of community for your absence In her head, she turns her plans to end life To end lives This becomes her daily task She may proceed She may hold on and deliver Postpartum hits her Nothing she can control She ends up hurting her child Hurting herself  Imagine if you were here You would detect the condition You ...

The most beautiful things on this planet are felt inside the heart! They are loved selflessly and unconditionally like a mother’s love. To you my unborn child, you are that special thing. I yearn every day to hold you yet I cannot hold you Could I be a coward? Could I be weak? Maybe both I am so disturbed and I have been greatly affected by childbirth of your siblings. See when I conceived your sister, I fell so ill Nobody believed I was that ill, except my mother Even the medical professionals wagged their dirty fingers at me for seeking attention and pretending Saying it was all in my head My relations were not any better They yanked me out of bed Yelled at me to get up Some citing how they always found themselves happy on the mango trees Since their craving for sour always took the better part of them when pregnant They whispered behind my back I was so sick that the few who knew I was expecting including the sperm donor took to the streets that ...

Mother Mother is not any woman or every woman Every woman once born is termed a mother, But, they have to prove this! Mother is that woman who nurtured you in her belly and birthed you naturally, That woman who birthed you through a cut on her beautiful belly, Mother is that who picked you up from the street and took you on as her own, The one who adopted you from the orphanage, The one who opened her doors to you and loved you like you were her own flesh, Mother is that who will not eat unless you have eaten to your fill The one who will sit up all night to ease your pain when you are sick Mother is that who will toil to see you happy and catered for Mother is that special stone among all the gems She is that who cleaned you as a toddler She will clean you again and again No matter how old you are If you soil yourself, she will clean you without any complaint Without making a face Without grumbling And present a clean and fresh you to the world Mother is th...