Biography of Tracee Olga
A media practitioner specialized in television production. An alumni of Multimedia university of Kenya. Founder of the indispensables group.Blogger(ladiff7.blogspot.com) Born again, creative and talented.Greatest motivators is family and zeal to bring change to her community and country Kenya.
Tracee Olga Poems
Through a song I got to know of a friend Whose friendship is faithful and unconditional. Through a song I met the greatest love of my life Through a song I knew how much he loves me
I Cant Have You
Don't say you love me, I might believe you Don't say you don't love me, and then my heart will be broken Don't look at me that way, Coz I might fall for you Don't look away, for that will crush my ego
Loving Hands Of Jesus
Long enough to reach everyone; young old, rich, poor, sinners... everyone! Strong enough to hold us all at the same time Wide enough to accommodate us all at all times High enough for all to see,
Am sorry that I don’t pray as I ought to Am sorry that I doubt you sometime Am sorry that I question you all the time Am sorry that my prayers are all selfish
Like A Mustard Seed
Tiny yet important Little as you are the body of Christ you must compliment Has to die to germinate You are dead to sin but in Christ complete
Who Would Have Thought?
That as I walked towards you smiling, eager to see you, in your minds you planned evil That as you sold me as a slave, a great life awaited me That being in prison for a crime I didn’t commit would be the best thing that ever happened to me That a severe famine would reunite me with my family
The crowd is cheering, anticipitating, waiting My heart, palpitating, the sun scintillating Eyes teary hindering my vision To many voices, too much reasoning
It’s okay if we quarrel, but have an emotionally sweet reconciliation Problems are inevitable, but if we carry them together Then they become bonding circumstances Deny me every riches, all comfort, but maintain love
My Time Will Come
Someone I respect once told me Gods timing is divine His timing does not divide But unites always
Then I Will Have You
The first time I saw you, I saw light The first time I looked at you, I felt bright The first time I stared at you, it felt right Then I studied you and I understood
How I Met Him
Our hands clashed picking grocery It the last on the trolley We both smiled Have it, no you have it,
If guilt had a color It would be deep red Red as crimson The color of pain
I Dont Just Get It!
The sun rises and sets With it I rise and rest I toil with no rest yet many upset Hindering my ever working insight
A simple ‘thank you’ in a day Who will throw that my way? I wait day and in the night as I lay I wait with so much anticipation but nay
Njia zako niliacha, amri zako nika kiuka
nahisi nanuka, harufu ninapoka, nahisi njaa
kweli nafaa? nahisi nafa, dhambi zinanifuata
kazima yangu taa, sijui nilipo panavyo fanana
sijui hata saa, msaada mbali kama paa
nani atanitoa, nani ataniokoa, kutoka kwa balaa?
Naamua, macho nainua, uchovu unaniua
jana nilikua ua, leo dhambi zaniua