Mwenyeji Spikes Poems

A diagnosis of the mind state urgently looking for answers
To that which has prevented the person from being himself
Restrained him from living to his full potential
That which causes him not to be appreciative of himself
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Last week strong winds blew over the dry lands
Carried with it the manyatta roofing made of grass
Shook the roots of the mighty baobab and acacia
Despair rents the air as the suns heated rays fiercely heats up the ground
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In the beginning was the word,
Spoken word that gave life unto the universe
So today I speak to immortal souls that are in deep lust for flesh and gold
Ambitions to rise to hierarchies and riches they mould
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She says that we've been here before
and then she starts to cry,
You see in her conversation I get lost
Like emailing addresses on E- bay
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Every cloud has a silver lining
Even the dark has its bright side
But what's the use of all this love spent on you
If all it boils down to is lust
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The upside is on the downside
Defying gravity that pulls our hopes down
Our relentless struggle to finally come up
On our path to freedom and emancipation
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Had the story of my life told
But just in one direction
Told of how enduring I was to the struggle
For the battle was fought deep within me
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We yearn to create something beautiful
When the ink craft fully spills down to paper
We wish to make every letter etch its impression
When we write the conscience in our mind is clear
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I don't know where I caught up with my groove
Often I don't come to these sides of town
So it's not energy am tearing straying my eyes/
To catch a glimpse of this stunning lady carrying hampers
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I keep trying persistence, then patience.
I went slow on faith, yet the believe in myself falters
When did I stop counting on myself?
At the window opening, did i sell out to the opposition?
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