A TYPICAL DAY IN THE HEARTS OF AFRICA

A TYPICAL DAY IN THE HEARTS OF AFRICA

The cock crows
Her gourd-like breasts show
She hurriedly steps on the grasses of dew
Jeri can on her head, bucket in her hand
A hard worker indeed
Its water that the family needs
‘Mawe tatu’ they call it
A wide sufuria on it
Breakfast for a large family

The boys with their unshaved hair
Potential herdsmen
Still young, some only seven
Cows should graze
They all look brave
Cows should be milked
In the thatch-roofed kitchen she waits
She shouts at them they are late

The baby is awake
Needs a breastfeed for the cry to break
She is an African woman
Multi-tasking she definitely can

Metal plates have a jiggling sound
‘Githeri or nyoyo’, each plate with a heap
Gluttonous look on everyone’s face
Monkeys around, unstoppable gazes
Everyone too close to their meal
A while, the hunger is gone, killed
Her better half staggering
In the air, smell of chan’gaa reigning
Nice night out it was
She slept alone and in remorse

Raising his croaky voice
Audacity in abundance
‘Where is my food?’
Everyone aloof
Muddy clothes, loud table banging
She is crying, peace-searching
One for the road, he pukes on the floor
Her duty, her role, she must play
Mess cleaned, she puts him to lay
She is off to the lake
An African woman, with hope she can make.

PEN AND PAPER POINT!

PEN AND PAPER POINT!

In life we dig, but its funny how we don’t get what we are digging for because many are times we land in the opposites. Those who dig for dirt amusingly find the treasure (don’t know how that happens) and those who dig for treasure are prized with the package of dirt. Interesting. As I try to understand the physics, the history (where would it all have started anyway), the math (since someone tried to prove to me that 1+1 could be 11–pshh i know right???) and oh well, the philosophy of this preposterous situation, I am still baffled. That we have to climb and find ourselves in the ground, that we dig and create a ground hole that fits our heights for us to realize that we bury ourselves slowly with the soil we throw over our shoulders. Then we are lost in the ground lost and battling motionlessly, in the absence of energy. Then we conclude that it was over before it even started. What happens when it rains and we stuck in the ground? When the sun shines and we are out of touch with the raise? When or ears are only alert to the footsteps over our heads? The solution would be a motivation. Our solutions can never be the same that’s why the most effective motivation comes from within. We have the intrinsic power to break out of our situations if only we are patient to learn.

Here’s what I figured, life will always be unfair to us, so why should we be fair to it by giving it the satisfaction that it managed to shove defeat into our throats? I say, bring it on! We might be down but not out! Let us be unfair too by pushing on. Today’s edition of pen and paper point features an inspirational song by a girl whose metamorphosis in the music industry is still not complete. Her growth is peculiar but still entertaining. I am still having a problem with tapping her recent personality though. Hannah Montana was plain to see. You can only figure it out when you are high on something. *hides*. The Climb by Miley Cyrus which was originally Its the Climb as the two talented country songwriters, Jessi Alexander and John Mabe purport is an amazing single that has an intense emotional effect of fans across all music genres. I still cannot believe it faced a number of short-changings and rejections in various platforms but what matters is that it pulled through and spoke to me from this end of the world. The efforts and persistence of these songwriters continue to convince me that motivation is intrinsic since the song is a story of their lives. Lets get inspired beautiful people.

THE CLIMB BY MILEY CYRUS

I can almost see it
That dream I’m dreaming, but
There’s a voice inside my head saying
You’ll never reach it
Every step I’m takin’
Every move I make
Feels lost with no direction
My faith is shakin’
But I, I gotta keep tryin’
Gotta keep my head held high

There’s always gonna be another mountain
I’m always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Sometimes I’m gonna have to lose
Ain’t about how fast I get there
Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side
It’s the climb

The struggles I’m facing
The chances I’m taking
Sometimes might knock me down, but
No I’m not breaking
I may not know it, but
These are the moments that
I’m gonna remember most, yeah
Just gotta keep goin’
And I, I gotta be strong
Just keep pushing on, ’cause

There’s always gonna be another mountain
I’m always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Sometimes I’m gonna have to lose
Ain’t about how fast I get there
Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side
It’s the climb

Yeah
There’s always gonna be another mountain
I’m always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Sometimes I’m gonna have to lose
Ain’t about how fast I get there
Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side
It’s the climb

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Keep on movin’
Keep climbin’
Keep the faith baby
It’s all about, It’s all about the climb
Keep the faith, keep your faith, whoa, whoa, oh

DOES SHE CARE?

DOES SHE CARE?

Free, untied, unchained
She received life
She is not about to be pained
Allergic to strife
She is equivalent to a gunshot
It has no compromise with doubt
Atomic glare
Does she care?

A memorable silhouette
A ravishing sensation
She banks on both and assumes the uncompensated debts
She treats an unworthy presence with oblivion
She finished painting the wall
which reflects a zero-tolerance call
Her soul, rare
Does she care/

The sound of change in her ears
She is her own lesson
She is the other side of fear
She wears her attitude like a clip-on
She is the idea of less or none of you
but everything in light of her view
She is the whirlwind that left the ground bare
Does she care?