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SALAM

2011-05-22T14:47:00.002+03:00

Salamu kitu thamani,
Haitoki kwa nasibu,
Huonesha kuthamini,
Yule wako wa karibu.

Ilianzia zamani,
Kwa mababu na mababu,
Huleta raha moyoni,
Kwa silabi na irabu.

Muandishi Fadhy Mtanga

SALAM

2011-05-22T14:44:00.002+03:00

Salaam kitu aziz jinalo li maamkizi,
Salamu zonazipata ka pepo ya ubarizi,
Salamu yako naipokea i tamu ka ndizi,

Japo masiko hatuonani, wanisabahi bila ajizi,
Udugu wa wanambizi si sawa na wanambuzi,
Salaam bora kalamuni, anyamae mwana mlizi,

Napokea salamuyo ewe al akh Aziz,
Mtanga nawe nitumie isijefika kiangazi,
salaam tupeane hadi siku ya maangamizi,

Salaam liwe agano ,
Abdallah aliye na fadhili wende kwa Aziz.
Jazakha llah kheir.

Muandishi Abdallah Mpogole

SALAM

2011-05-19T00:04:00.002+03:00

Salamu kitu Azizi
Wanadamu kupeana
Salamu yatokea enzi,

sio imeanza jana

Salamu ni ya Mwenyezi,

sisi waja kwetu sunna.

Salamu si kubwa kazi,

muda wako kuubana.

Salamu huzaa penzi,

furaha na uungwana.

Salamu ina mapenzi

watu wanapopeana

Salamu ndo hirizi,

ya watu kushikamana

Salamu huondoa majonzi

mnapo salimiana

Salamu huleta njozi,

wapi tulipoonana

Salamu ni simulizi

na heshima kubwa sana

Salamu si uchokozi,

jibu ukawa huna

Nawasalimu kwa mapozi

enyi mabibi na mabwana

MY BAG

2010-11-23T23:41:00.001+03:00

My bag is black, yellow, red,
So I naturally like it.
I put water and trees,
The sun and the wind had made it.
With no zip, no buttons,
Still nothing drops out of it.
Wind blows everyday and
My bag flies like a bird.

I showed my friend
How comfy to sleep in it.
It’s so big for him,
So he told his beloved King.
Now they like it more,
They say it has a fertile carpet
It’s the same dusty carpet,
They didn’t like it before

The angel of hell told me
The story of my bag
That though their bags are good,
They shall like mine
They say its pure black,
They say it’s shiny,
Now I see them queuing,
I see them in a big line

It’s invisible beauty,
Only the mind can tell of it
Her majesty wants
it purely preserved,
And not just a bit
I don’t get it, what’s so special
For my, bag to suffer like this?
Or maybe they like its wisdom,
Maybe like its culture

My bag is the star of all stars
In a jungle of stars
Inside the darkness becomes
black marble that is easily seen
Those blacks they take
and sell them to decorate their genie
But my bag still has them
in a number that’s extreme

I wonder what else they want
that this bag has
I wonder why they came;
I know they risked their lives
Now I wish to know if
my bag is what attracted them
Or there is something else,
I don’t know what brought them

SHOULD THE DRAMA CONTINUE

2010-11-23T23:37:00.000+03:00

We let them in after they have gone
Then the drama started
Nobody predicted its side of pity
Because we opted for a good end
Then we enjoyed the sadness and pain
Now we hate the sun
We shall therefore like no rain
Should the drama continue?

It’s a great wonder, our life they spoil
Hard to believe coz they aren’t strangers
They’re the Lords, now life’s warm
They look at us like fools and they name us
They call us fools, savage and insane
They like to see us suffering in this drama
They say we are bad so good they are
Should the drama continue?

We put out efforts to fight for this peace
Still we get in that cake not even a piece
Dear guests, we were here, the first
We were ready to fight and die for this
But they keep saying we shan’t enjoy it
I believe we’re soldiers and not nervous
What done is done, and let forget the past
The drama shouldn’t continue

Blessed O Cursed?

2010-10-13T17:02:00.001+03:00

Blessed are those who adorn mother earth
Those who shelter from homelessness
They worship no manhood
They take orphans away from violence
Between sunrays and heavy rains
They change nightmares into sweet dreams
They light candles for the blind to see the way
They untie knots so the poor can breathe
They change racism into equality
They love their fellas than their penny

Cursed are those who hate mother earth
They preach military democracy
The rule of weapons and cadet rights
These aren’t lifeless creatures like zombies
Yet they live on human flesh and blood
They wear human skin, shoes and perfume
Their armpits smell shit and they feel good
With all the newly born babies, they pick a foetus
Where do they belong? Only God knows that
You can’t guess unless you know who they are,
Or maybe when they kiss your beloved daughter
Is there anyone to give good shelter?

Africa

2010-10-13T16:55:00.001+03:00

Africa, an isle,
The land of magic
Where you live with peace
Where you get wealth,
And all that you need
Where you happily
Live like in heaven
Where what you dream
Becomes true.

Africa, beautiful,
decorated with gold
Pretty land shines
With every hue under the sun
Black for people,
yellow its minerals
Red for blood,
shed for its survival
Green for forest
marking the wild

Africa, the marvellous paradise
Full of rivers
flowing north to south
Of the largest lakes,
Here you find them,
of those exiled there,
This is that land,
or the house of hope,
For those who need life

Africa, those men came
To make it vanish,
by the power of God
None of them succeeded
Of all the attempts to exploit it,
yet still rich
Look at their homes,
built by our Africa
Talking of Europe,
Asia and America

Africa, a great store of heroes
Who-so-ever is black,
known globally,
Is an African,
the immortal spirits,
Found in Africa,
see Mandela, the survivor
Nyerere the lion and
Kenyatta the fighter

HE

2010-10-13T16:51:00.001+03:00

Never in my life liked to hate
Hypocrite never gimme a rest
If he wouldn’t take my soul
Then my heart, for what
Coz I despise what he wants

I’m from the South
He, from the North
Does it give him the right?
The right to rule the earth
Why making us suffer?

He is against terrorism,
Yet he is a great terror
He talks about liberty and
Kills those whom he calls traitors
There is no wonder that he is a killer

He’s everywhere like the devil
We no longer enjoy the apple
I want to catch him,
He is invisible, some says
I should light up the candle

The day has come to an end
I shall not forgive him
My ambition is to capture him
And I know it’ll be
And without rejection

I shall stand still until he dies
I’ve learnt through many of his lies
I’m not that weak, I’m ready to fight
I shall hold my breath steadily
And try my luck.

They shouldnt be in

2010-09-25T18:29:00.000+03:00

They give them guns to kill their fathers
They’ve changed them from men to monsters
They hate us all, no love for their mothers

In the jungle like animals, they enjoy to live there
They adore nobody, they’ve beaten their fears
Hatred and anger, conquered their youngest minds

It’s not about money to risk their lives
It’s about torture they get, they’ve no choice
Their masters are who they believe are right

Is there anybody ready to protect their rights?
Stop talking, stand up and act, for God sake
These folks are dying because of our silence

Get Well

2010-09-25T17:29:00.002+03:00

Stop your tears, we love you,
you shall be back to normal

Hold your fears, we care for you,
malady's for any mammal

Think of this love, we need you,
be strong,you'll leave this bed and go

ROMANTIC PROMISE

2010-09-18T17:01:00.002+03:00

I’m sick, I’m dying because of
what I miss
Like this, I cry because life
has no meaning
If kisses could fly, I would then
be a king.
But your wishes aren’t mine,
and real life is not a dream

When I think of death,
I see your pretty face
You’re an angel, no one can
ever win your race.
But you chose to kill me,
how can I be safe?
My heart explodes every time
your memories comes to intercept

I wouldn’t blame you if you were
that blind to see.
But we’d once enjoyed a good
moment down in Red Sea
With that romantic promise
“this is how a couple should be”
You said that, while yourself
laying all over me

I shall make you queen,
if you choose to come back to me
You’ve the needle with my heart
in your hand, please don’t hurt me
I miss how you kissed my lips
while playing with my chin
If you let me, I shall stop your fears
and forget your sins

I LOOK INTO MY GLASS

2010-09-17T12:48:00.001+03:00

I look into my glass
And view my wasting skin
And say, “Would God it came to pass
My heart had shrunk as thin”

For then, I, undistrest
By hearts grown cold to me,
Could lonely wait my endless rest
With equanimity

But Time, to make me grieve,
Part steals, lets part abide;
And shakes this fragile frame at eve
With throbbings of noontide

Written by Thomas Hardy

DRINK OF YOUR LIFE

2010-09-13T17:16:00.000+03:00

A taste that provokes feeling when you drink
You go high, higher than a Kilimanjaro peak
Its neither red nor black, but its colour is what you like
Men like it the most; women can’t afford to miss it

There’s a debate in town over who discovered it
They all know the answer, the answer is widely overt
This drink has blessings and cures a number of maladies
Its not chemistry, it’s from the power of God almighty

It’s a drink of the universe, accepted by Queens and Kings
For both poor people and rich, it doesn’t need your shillings
If you want to enjoy to the fullest, wait until you get sweat
And when you get wet it’s when you need it the most

HATE NO COLOR

2010-09-13T17:08:00.000+03:00

Hate no colours because the colours hate not you
The world you’re living in is covered with blue
You write a girl a letter and you say, “I love you”
But you write on a sheet of paper with black or blue

You don’t like the colour of milk, for sure you hate it
But your wedding gown’s white and you still wear it
Red’s the colour you say is your favourite
Yet you need a light to walk on your red carpet

Oh, I hate yellow coz my team plays in white and green
Maybe you’re right but your wealth’s from the mines
Bad enough for you, you concentrate only on gold
Hate no colours coz you don’t know what of your god

Look at me, so brave, I don’t choose green over black
I’m an African; I see my shadow from the moon light
It’s white and shiny in the day but not in the night
I hate no colours coz they are all the same in the dark

Red is for blood though it’s not a reason to reject
Of all the days, you like Valentine with all respect
You worship your freedom that came with bloodshed
You should then cherish the colours with all the grace

Ain’t got no way to despise the beautiful colour grey
Painting is the art that people do enjoy everyday
Even use the wax; it’s in there to give them the joy
Better hate not that; be happy from the dark to the day

I SAW HIM

2010-09-13T17:06:00.000+03:00

I saw him when he was hospitalized
God take me loudly he shouted
I saw him, that pain in his eyes
And he kept asking Lord for forgiveness

That pastor came, so he would listen to him
I can’t bear this pain, please understand that
Take me with you, imprison me Lord
At least he uttered as for dead people can’t speak

I saw his very big and long last breath
The breath that sailed his soul away
Thus, death shall be no more to him
Amongst the victims, he was the dead

If you would see his suffering, you would cry
And for sure, you would abandon not him
For that, this malady will take him completely
Poor man had to die while he was still breathing

On his way home, one of the finest days
He met a woman whom he called an angel
Without protection, he still couldn’t refrain
What a sad day that was, he got what we hate

I overheard what they said about him
Some want to see his casket in a grave
But those girls will cry fretfully for him
They say he spoiled their life purposely

His death was to all people not known
Until that girl saw a priest for her confession
She told him her tricks towards his infection
She enjoyed his death, for her, he deserved it

If stars would have a thing to say
Or decided their light to direct the way
He would wish to correct his mistakes
But there isn’t a chance, he must forget the day

Now you see what I saw
It might be folly but not for all
Now you know what I know,
Those die for this, shouldn’t be rejected at all

LIKE A MOVIE

2010-09-03T20:54:00.000+03:00

Fresh and cool air filling your
decaying lungs
As your unthankful heart, shyly
pumps the blood
And your arrogant behaviour,
You then whisper “Romeo must die”
But who’s Romeo anyway if
Juliet doesn’t cry?

Enemy’s prayers float, but
your strong powers do not
While your slaves are fighting,
you comfortably sit on a couch
And you forget that the years
you can last are only eight
Yes that’s how it works here,
you hear that idiot?

Like a movie you won
the desert war
You then toss with your father
who lost it before
And he’s happy with your lies
you once told the world
“Romeo’s hiding Juliet” then
your papa says “that’s my boy”

You’re the winner, who’s a loser,
that’s true
It’s like a movie, how you lose
like a damn fool
So hide to us not your face,
cuz that’s not cool
Of all your sins, we shan’t deny
you from our food

The Treasure

2010-09-03T19:35:00.000+03:00

It’s an unseen treasure for all the blind
Delicate to handle it even for the wise
But why then gambling for a dead card?
With spears and shields, they sing so loud
But victory never comes with an empty mind

Death is bitter if you don’t much cry
Also tortures should you fall instead of rise
This treasure’s hanging and it doesn’t fly
As wealth is sweeter than Ancestors land
And victory never comes with an empty mind

Like a crook with dumb but noisy sheep
And a spook haunting after who you couldn’t creep
This time the treasure isn’t coming to sleep
It goes down like glasses and easily breaks
You see- losers always win with an empty mind

THE FALLING WORLD

2010-07-31T18:14:00.000+03:00

This beautiful world is falling apart, yes it is
The globe isn’t itself when it’s craziness starts
There shan’t be a love of water
The everlasting orb is a graveyard of the future

Uninvited sun is still coming down to help
As it is untouchable now stones are burning
Yet, they still can’t think of an outlet
The time is just there and it shall teach them

It’s not unfair for it to be acting that way
These stones living in it are so stubborn
They never listen to those who can speak
Should it be friendly, some shall learn a lesson

Those who predicted the episode are sitting down
They think their talk can assist them, but it’s late
They were to act astutely, and evade the upshot
Besides, it is humanly to treat this world gently

The cloud is grey because mountains
Are breathing heavily and flights cancelled
There’s no way up there, they think of water
But they can’t forget of Tsunami

The floor has cracks, in some parts breakage
commenced, they gave it a name, earthquake
They forget, they killed all trees and now
The land is deserted with no protection left

Is it bad the beautiful mother earth to be upset?
She is nice and friendly but they don’t care for her
Whatever happens there shouldn’t be a complaint
They ignored her and now it’s her turn

UNTIL SHE COMES AGAIN

2010-07-31T18:01:00.001+03:00

The shadow of mine stood by my side
Giving me support at night coz
He’s my comrade and feels sad
When he sees me going mad
And I told him “it has to end like this”
Then her beautiful memories came to intercept
Until she comes again, then I shall be happy

My pain is ascending from this loneliness,
So I dropped a tear, as the sun dies
The dark arrives, I still see no you, my dear
Look! Birds for you are singing,
But you are still not here, I can’t forget the music
You played for me with your sitar
Until she comes again, then I shall be happy

One day I wrote your beautiful name
Upon the strand, that stupid wave came
And wash it away, I was so sad
I shouldn’t believe what you said,
See now I’m going mad
They tell me about joy, and I have never had
Until she comes again, then I shall be happy

I sent a dove with my letter, to give you
I wonder if you got it
Far even from the north or the west,
I heard you’re there to rest
I can feel your presence; I know you’ll be back
I put no blame on you, it was my entire fault
Until she comes again, then I shall be happy

Behind the curtain there lay our beautiful past
Very good one and perhaps we’ll have it again
But how can I wish for better and you’ve left me?
Before you cross that river of fire, please look back
And if you do you will see me waiting for you.
Please do come back and make me happy again.
Until she comes again, then I shall be happy

THE HOUSE

2010-07-31T17:36:00.001+03:00

The house was quiet and the world was calm
There was peace in the house, and on the land

And that too, tells the fairness of the God
the earth ancestors lived was taken for granted

That clairvoyant predicted their coming
That we would no longer want to remain

Like a drama their ships sailed towards our house
Then they changed it into a messy paradise

Cleverness of their folly led to our kings’ abdication
They gave him a chaplet he negotiated without rejection

Look at our house now; it is nothing but an untidy block
We want to unleash ourselves, but we can’t find the key

You wouldn’t think they would, for long, stay here
After so many years they still want to uncover new dreams

We thought we would be happy after their departure
But, our house has nothing left in it, all gone

No choice was left to us only hatred, and they call us haters
Poor we are, rich -they are, they must be proud of themselves

We now have their grandchildren in our house staying.
They are no-good friends either, though they help this house

They decorate it with gold everywhere but we can’t enjoy it
Or maybe the picture of our old house keeps coming back to us

This one is better and modern, but we can’t see ourselves in it
They built it well but full of their culture, we aren’t proud of it.

A LADY FROM DUBLIN

2010-07-14T22:33:00.000+03:00

There was a young lady from Dublin
Whose mind was always a-muddlin’
She met a black man
Who was an African
And spent days and nights with him cuddlin’

RAMA’S BANANAS

2010-07-14T22:31:00.000+03:00

There was an old man in pyjamas
Who, at night, always dreamt of bananas
The bananas were big,
They looked like some pigs,
That poor little old man in pyjamas

MY SUPREMACY ENDS

2010-07-14T22:30:00.000+03:00

I see grey clouds with bird-people
Flying in
It is my day to leave and
I am not ready for it
I feel fears dominate my heart
I can neither stand nor sit
Down and deep in the earth,
Water and ants are true friends
My supremacy ends the way I deserve

I admit I was not a good man
A killer I can not deny
Many people lost their lives
Many people were denied their rights
It’s me who committed this
I never believed in sin
I enjoyed when they cried so
I tortured them so they wouldn’t stop
My supremacy ends the way I deserve

Is there anybody as bad as I am?
Born again now or else
Wait for your day; you’ll see what I see
You shall ask for forgiveness
When there is no one out there to listen
Their souls are haunting me,
I wish I could turn back the time
I wish I could say how sorry I am
My supremacy ends the way I deserve

THE SHAKING TREASURE

2010-07-14T22:28:00.000+03:00

It’s not an unseen treasure of the world
It is visible to the naked eye
Some men neglect and ignore it
Though it’s needed for the sake of land
No shields can protect it
Should conflict arise, it’s delicate
And very easy to die
It flies like aeroplane when leaving
And only a true unity can bring it back

Years will pass without it
Regrets shall dominate our minds
When burying loved ones
Rwanda can tell of it, with a big
Wound not yet recovered
Their breaths are still unsteady
There is no sign of it coming back
After many decades the Middle East
Is crying for it,
And that’s for the whole wide world

It is not wise what others do
It’s a silly game and the loser is you
There’s no need to act like a fool
Letting others die to get you rich
The world is shaken for just
This business, guns and bullets
Chase the treasure away, remember
There will not be a future life
If we can not make it today

THE SCHOOL BOY

2010-07-14T22:27:00.000+03:00

The darkness is still sleeping and
He has to go to a school that
He hates, but he has no choice
With a three hour walk,
He could rarely think of the distance

It was a bad day, rain and
Mud made him feel unfortunate
With no bag for his books
He would reach there totally wet
And of course very late

Sometimes he loses hope and
he would want to forget
all of his hardships
Sometimes he thinks its better
Not to be born human

When getting into his class,
His teacher is often absent,
then he would blame himself
for leaving his house
He should be in bed by then

Then he remembers it’s raining today
His room must be leaking anyway
He wants to read but classmates
Are shouting, he joins them
To talk and laugh is much better

He has no wish to read wet books
He would waste his time and later
He finds he has learnt nothing on this day
And the time for home is here again
The three hour walk commences.

It’s three in the afternoon, for sure
it’s early for home where there’s
much work waiting for him
He thought it’s better to go there late
And suffer the consequences

His friend has a ball but he prefers to
Go hunting, and of course for him
That’s better if he catches those birds
Or any thing for his dinner
He would then relax, at least for food

At seven, very tired, he arrives home
And his mom is furious, waiting
He is lucky not to get himself caned
He has his dinner that he doesn’t like
or enjoy, but there’s nothing to change

Later, he wants to open his books
His books are wet and he’s exhausted
There’s an exam the next day and
His kerosene lamp runs out of gas
He gets angry

His bed is the best option now
It’s hard to sleep as it rained
All day long without a pause
Slowly he starts to get his sleep and
It’s very late and the night is dead

The noise outside chases away his sleep
Angry and thinking that a storm commences
Again, now he expects a river of God’s water
In his bed yet again, he stands up and prays
Wishes the Lord to hear and close the water tap

The school boy has no choice but to
Keep counting time on and on
It’s not a long wait before he starts dressing in
His school uniform because that time
Is coming in seconds, its school again