callydad – Daniel's Poetry

#MjingaNiNani?

Dear God, na-come before for so many things. But first, thank you for the gift of life
and it abundantly even though unajua my day.
Alafu naomba uponye wakenya amnesia, ahsante.

So King Kaka, nataka kuchukulia mahali uliachia but first tuambie.
Wakati uliwaalika kwa kifo ya career yao walikua wamedunga aje?
Ni ukweli hatujaupata uhuru. Na unauliza nini tunafanya wakati tunachuja Miguna,
tunamuekea red alert! Labda amekua nyama. Si hii ndio ile society ya man eat man?
I also thought I had seen it all until I saw what man can do to another man.
Mark Too, Jacob Juma, Chris Musando, Mercy, Destiny … the list is endless
but may they rest in peace if there’s any left.
Amani pia hatuna, si tulidanganywa haiji ila kwa ncha ya upanga?
Panga na Amani kwa sentence moja is not right. Amani siku hizi imekua chama cha siasa
na peace, Iwe Abuja au Brazilian, piece ni nywele bandia.
Na simnajua peace ni expensive but worth it?
So wale wote mnsoma au kuskiza hii piece for free appreciate it and like it.

Naskia kuna politicians analipwa entertainment allowance
while in real sense hao ndio ma-entertainer pale parliament.
Whistle blower ndiye mastermind wa crime na bado atalipwa 5%.
Si basi mwizi aitwe mwizi na sio mtu wetu hata kama anasaidia hood kama Robin.
Si mnajua dentist hawezi aminika kama mdomo yake inanuka??
Juzi doctors waliofaa kuwa therapists wamekua the rapists.
Drugs worth 3Milli inadestroiwa na KRA juu KNH haijalipia tax wajinga nyinyi.
But si pia nyinyi KNH mnajua hizo drugs hazitusaidii vile inafaa.
IDF, USAID, UKAID… zote zimekua mascandal za kuiba drugs
muuze kwa clinics zenu wajinga nyinyi.

Mtihani ya Rabbit haikua na vtendawili so allow me to add.
Kitendawili, Huduma namba ndio nini? Si mlifunga bar ndio tuende tukaichukue?
Basi mbona hamkufunga baa la njaa? Si after all ili-end up kua scam fulani?
Kitendawili, wakati ya elections tunapewa other titles
even though land tunaishi hazina titles.
Title deed moja Lamu innaduplicatiwa kwa watu twenty
na wote still hakuna mwenye anaimiliki hio ardhi.
Hamjui hio time yote tumekua tukujifanya fools
ndio tuwa-fool mliodhania mmetu-fool? Wajinga nyinyi.
And for your info, joke is on you coz 2022 tutaelect Alibaba kua prezo.
Atleast that way kutakua na only 40 thieves.
Kitendawili, wajinga nyinyi? Wajinga sisi? Mjinga wewe? Mjinga mimi?
Ama mjinga ni nani?

#MjingaNiNani?
@Callydad
©2020

#WhereIComeFrom

Where I Come From

I have always sang along to “going back to my roots” by Lucky Dube but I have never understood it. I guess it is because they say when you are happy, you enjoy the song but when you’re sad you understand the lyrics. Sometimes I wonder if nitavumilia, nitajuhurumia, or nitajivunia kua Mkenya. My dad and mom have never explained to me where I come from so I keep wondering. Am I even Kenyan? …such thoughts can never fail to cross your mind when you get to know where I come from.

I come from a country where children are always smart until they go to school. Not that school is bad but because when you get there, they erase everything you know and start teaching you a preset curriculum. As a result, it’s not until you are 23 or 25 that you get to know what you want to be in life. They however never stop asking you what you want to be when you grow up. They then go ahead to tell you what not to be. They tell you how good you are in math and how you can make good use of it as an accountant. But how then can I be what I wanna be? Accounting is not my identity nor my destiny. They just never asked me to choose! “But we thought uuhhh…” Yea, that’s what they’ve always done. Think and decide for me. Sometimes I just feel like I don’t know me. And if I don’t know me, then how can they?

I come from a country where the poor walk for kilometers in search of food while the rich run for kilometers to lose weight. Have we really been unable to bridge that gap? Haven’t you heard Kenneth say that kindness is the only language seen by the blind and heard by the deaf? Or am I the only one who comes from a country where rain is abundant but somehow we are often faced with drought and have to survive on food for thought?

I come from a country where the government has sold a bad image to it’s people coz it acts after the facts. I wish that they can be more like lions, who only kill when hungry but sadly, they are like ravenous wolves who kill for no reason. I think it’s time I reminded them that when winter comes, the lone wolf, who wandered away from the pack, dies in the cold. You know why? Because the strength of the wolf is in the pack and that of the pack in the wolf. We need to heal this nation and its not the doctors. They went to school to become therapists but some of them have become the rapists. And that is not where I come from, it’s where I live.

@Callydad
©2019

#WhereIComeFrom

The Girl With A Thousand Smiles

Are you happy to be here? Or you are here to be happy? That is stolen but I am not going to steal anything else today apart from your ears, breath and thoughts. I know that you may not have taken a vacation of late so it is my pleasure to have you take this emotional trip with me. This is a story about a girl who had a thousand smiles but her feelings, her dignity and passion for life was stolen by a man she held so dear, a friend-the-enemy within. So welcome on-board and take this journey with me.

Born and raised as the only child of her mom and dad she enjoyed all the privileges that life had to offer. She attended the best kindergarten of her time and she was always top of her class. By the age of ten she had started falling on the path of music and arts which she really enjoyed. The school teachers loved her so much, she had a lot of friends in school and the church was so fond of her especially when she would stand on the pulpit every Sunday and sing a hymn or two as the whole congregation sat and listened in amazement and adoration. She was the love of every parent and her name never left their lips. Her charisma was what anyone would ever ask for in a child. At thirteen she was this adorable teenage girl, who had long dark kinky hair, smooth chocolate skin and her eyes shone as those of an angel.

As days went by she grew more and more beautiful. She had joined the worship choir at the church by now and her voice had become one of the best I have ever heard. She came to church early every Sunday morning, helped in setting things up before service and would later walk back home past Six in the P.M. This would have served as a wake-up call but who was so intelligent to read her beyond her bright smiling face? Every minute you spent with her would remain memorable for the rest of your life so yes she was perfect. Or wasn’t she? Because that is what everyone thought. She had the most amazing smiles but not until this one fine Sunday morning. She got to church earlier than usual, did her normal routine the same way she always did but at around 9:30 AM everything switched from paradise to hell on earth. She was standing at the pulpit, in front of the choir, leading the church to a worship chorus when all of a sudden she dropped with a thud on the floor like a sack of maize and that minute felt like life had been sucked out of her in a second.

The church went dead silent as a few young men rushed towards her. She was concussed and in dire need of medical attention so the Reverend offered his car keys and she was rushed to hospital. The medics ran several tests on her immediately she was admitted and all they asked for was her parents. They were called and they made haste to the hospital only to find their beautiful daughter, who was now sixteen, lying lifeless on a hospital bed in ward six. It was not until 4 hrs later that we would start joining dots to this puzzle. She was now awake and would go ahead to confirm the doctor’s report that she was three months pregnant. Anger and rage was now filling her mother up to the brain as her father just sat there and stared at her. Denoting that her mother was about to start shooting at her with hundreds of questions she started giving the answers beforehand. “I remember it was on my 13th birthday… and I was so happy that I had finally joined teenage but to my surprise it wasn’t going to be fun or as enjoyable as I imagined. On that night at precisely 1:30 AM, I heard a swift knock on my bedroom door but before I could respond it flung open. The next thing I know is that dad was on top of me, undressing me as he asked me not to say a word. That dreadful night was the first of the many that I have suffered in the last three years’’

The room now got dense with emotions, more quiet than a grave and felt a little bit smaller. Her mother could not decipher what she was hearing… that, the man she fell in love with was now a heartless beast? I can only imagine how it was for Dora, how she could never have told her mother that her father, the man they both loved so much, had now gone morally bankrupt. Those beautiful smiles of hers can had always hidden her bitterness. Or is the joy that she saw in the faces of those hundreds of congregants, every time she stood at the pulpit and sang her heart out to the Lord, that kept her going? That’s another window pane story. Maybe what everyone had forgotten was that every glory has a story. Her eyes always glittered with hope that one day she would be free like a bird and fly away into worlds unknown. Yet now here she was, lying on a hospital bed as she told her story. It is true that everyone is the hero of their own story but next when you see a girl smile make sure you find out whether it is out of anger, agony or just love.