THE ULTIMATE DECISION IS OURS

Only then when every tree will be cut down and every rive will be dry then we will realize that money can’t buy you the most important things in life.

Preserve nature so that the future generations can be able to leave.

Is polygamy great for the current generation

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I will Be There

I will be there when you need me most,

When you have no ones to look up to

When the world has nothing to offer

I will appear in the evening like supper

I will be there with you when you need me most

When the sun burns your delicate pretty skin

I will appear from south and blow you still

I will be your nature and mold you like a creator,

I will be your ocean carrying you mile and miles away

carrying you through waves nights and days

I will be you mountain  when you need someone to lean onto

I will be there when you need me most

I am vessel of peace your heart is my security council,

I will be with you till the last day until when your children

Can move freely across the borders,

Without any orders,

from the evil doers

Wen you have lost hope remember I will check up on you every morning

from the east even when you are moaning,

When you are just about to give up

look on the west for  I will be watching you from a distance

I will  be there when you need me most

I will be there when you need me most

keep your head high and step like a warrior.

 

 

Still I Rise

BY MAYA ANGELOU

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops,

Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don’t you take it awful hard

’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines

Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I’ve got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame

I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

I rise

I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise.

A letter to my son

 

My son am lying on this death bed,  I see  you keep on crying every time a cough,and run out breath you wish that I will be well so that we laugh and play as usual, well its my desire too but as the old proverb says, that a man come to the universe to accomplish a mission which as a write this letter to you I believe I have accomplished mine and my time to be elevated to the next level has come, therefore my child weep no more.

You are still very young,  tender, naive and very very innocent, you are a kind  hearted fellow, you carry within you a great hunger for knowledge and wisdom, I know that by the questions you keep on asking , how you stare and concentrate when am talking or teaching something.

Am leaving this hateful corrupt  universe but I want you put in mind that as you grow up you will come across many people who will push down, some of them will hate you, some will fight you with the aim of destroying what is in you, at some point you will feel worthless, hated, rejected, useless, a minority, worthless and even you will feel like taking your life, or leaving to a place where there is no people, hard times are coming my son difficult that when a one tries to go down a thorny tree, you will feel hopeless like a poor man trying to put  off lava  from an active volcano with a bucket of water dangerous like a suffer trying to surf through a tsunami,  Tough time are coming.

I want you to remember my son that you have greatness in you that no one else have in the planet and that is why you will pass through a lot of tribulations, persecution and many more, please do not give up for I will be watching from the distance have the courage of a KENYAN  Maasai Moran when he goes to kill a lion in the wildness, have the confidence of the great Mohamed Ali even if you know you will not win, search for wisdom so that you can the modern King Solomon,Fight your wars like Samson, because the force within you is a mighty one.

MY son am at peace now because I know the world is in good hands .

I can die in peace but remember that I will always be on your side

DON’T LET THE SYSTEMS DETER YOU.

 

ALUTA CONTINUA

Give And It Shall Come Back To You

 

Today morning I was caught up in a funny situation, I was alone looking straight at a tree, when my friends came to they were amazed, they thought I was high   HAHHAH.

What they did not know is  that I was  thinking of how did this tree grow from a tiny seed into a huge widely spread tree providing shades to hundreds of people every day, supplying fruits to millions of hungry people throughout the years, without failure, but in every season.

How did it survive the harsh climatic conditions, the heavy rain, floods, the dry hot seasons the hurricanes, and many more.

After ages of time and after a very keen detailed observation, I concluded that  from the beginning a seed cannot germinate without the help of a farmer,a farmer cannot be able to plant the seed if there is no soil, the soil cannot be able to germinate the seed if there is no sunlight to provide chlorophyll   after the seed germinates the and the tree starts to grow it has to give nutrients to the soil through the roots so that the soil will be more fertile and be more strong, when the tree is grown it gives back to the sun by attracting rain therefore reducing the amount of the evaporated  water in the sky  and also in return it acts as a water catchment ares to avoid the soil being washed away therefore that why the tree survives hundreds and hundreds of years.

In life that we live in we cannot make it alive by ourselves, we must have people around us who push us through to accomplish what we want and in return we have to give but directly or indirect, friends family and the people we come across in our day to day life your plays a huge role in your life , treat them well, support them and be on their side whenever they need you, because you will need them one day.

Be a firm tree that gives back when the time to give comes.

GIVE AND IT SHALL COME BACK TO YOU

ALUTA CONTINUA

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Speak life

I pray thee, I pray thee
Once again
I wonder if you’re surrounded by ones of such talent,

Speak life
Live a humble and meek life
Ordinary day of the week life
Try to search and seek life

Way up
Keep your head up and stay up
Even when you sore and pain love
Never giving up till its game up
Keep your aim up

And focus
Don’t concentrate on what’s bogus
Never sell out for a bonus
Handle your biz like grown ups
Own up

It’s amazing
The way Jah fire keeps blazing
That’s why I constantly praise him
For some of them it’s a phase thing
So they’re gazing

On the street lights
Till dem go catch up in street fights
Cause are pretending they’re street wise
And put an end to a brief life
I feel like

It’s a mystery
How we can keep repeating our history
Making the same mistakes as our ancestry
Seems like all of life lessons missed we
It’s risky

So give praises
One day you may find your oasis
Rise up to the challenge you’re faced with
Be hopeful and creative
You’ll make it

It’s basics
People been doin’ it for ages
In many other cultures and places
On a regular basis
There’s so many cases

Let’s face it
Way too much time has been wasted
Building military bases
Fighting our war with no bases

Life is sacred
An’ every bare people naked
Some of ’em nah gwaan like dem risk big
And don’t care what they making
They can’t take it

So speak life, man
All this darkness don’t feel right man

One is the best poetry ever produced in the 21st century

By Damian Marley

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Your time is coming

For three decades or if I may say the last 30 years of my existence in this planet, I have spent my life looking for a perfect companion or a life partner, I have been in and out of relationship but all was in vain, at one point I had lost hope and promised my soul that it won’t get a soulmate since I couldn’t find the one that fills the fountains of my heart desires.sometimes I would find myself thinking aloud and saying to myself “James just accept and move on you know being a bachelor is not a bad thing after all you will be free” but somewhere inside in me I heard another small inner voice whispering to my ears ” eeeeeih Rasta God has plan for everyone and when your time comes you shall meet the one God has chosen for you” that inner voice kept me going through, it gave me hope to wait and be patient. I was never happy because I was lonely. But in 2017August I change from that face up there to this one below. Because an angel was sent from heaven to come and rescue my soul, I could tell that she was an angel, because her Beauty resembles non of us on planet earth,her lips are as red as a rose flower while her smile is as clear as still water which reflects to everyone around her, her voice is soft and conforting, her eyes produces tear of joy that, which soothes my heart,when she speak the whole world listens her words are full of wisdom yet so romantic, she is richer than queen Elizabeth not financially but lovewise, surely the heavens must have lost a very important angle. From the day she came to me she has brought me more laughter, and fun when I see her I see hope love and passion write on her face She had made to be a better yet a more responsible man. I thank God for her for I will cherish and love her forever. The moral sometimes we give up very fast when things don’t work out for us forgetting that everyone one of us has his or her own time when things will turn on our favour but most of us are not patient and we think that this is it for us, we forget that even that seasons come in different times, when it is the right time,but also we must remember for your time to come you must go through a process for you to reach to where you want to or to get what heart desires, just like a farmer plants crops but before he gets the harvest he will have to through a series of process which is not easy but when his time comes then he gets to enjoy the harvest he worked for. Never give Up keep on pressing on and be patient, don’t worry if it takes long your time has not come yet. Aluta CONTINIUA Follow me at jaymohweb@WordPress.com Facebook James Gachanja Instagram James Gachanja