Mr Clock,tick faster

The Clock is ticking

And time is moving

Why can’t  it tick faster?

For I can’t wait any longer

I can’t wait to have

What I’ve really longed to have



My mother’s hopes

A mother’s hopes for her daughter begins in her womb. She keeps hoping that the baby is a girl, mostly if her elder siblings are all boys. She starts imagining how she would pamper her and train her. She goes for the best baby clothes, gives her the best baby food, keeps her from harm and delights to see her play with other young baby girls.

A mother holds her daughter’s hands and takes her to school. She hopes to give her the best kind of education that she can afford. She wants her to grow into a mature woman. She keeps an eye on her to ensure that no evil men kill her dreams. She nurtures her and teaches her how to become female, not just a girl. and tells her what the society expects of her.

A mother feels great when her daughter steps into puberty. She feels even greater to see her live a normal life like other ladies. A wise mother doesn’t advise her daughter to look for men. She teaches her how to handle them and keep her distance.

It’s the joy of every mother to see her daughter graduate with excellent grades and get a good job. To see her help her family raise her siblings. And finally, it’s the joy of every mother to see her daughter cross the bridge in a holy matrimony. And at that point, she keeps hoping to hold her grandchild soon enough.

That’s the joy of my mother too


I know what you don’t know

I don’t know what you know, but I know that i know what you dont know.

I know what ive been through, even those that you’ve never imagined

I know what I hate about you, what I like about you,and what I’d like you to be

I know what I want out of life, not what you think I want

I know why you don’t know what I know, though you think you know

I know it’s because I’ve never made it known to you


Yes you can

Yes you can change the world

Yes you can move mountains and rock the world

And dive the seas and see beyond, and make it worth your while

But try you must, mustn’t you?


No you can’t

No you can’t change who you are

No you can’t cease to be a pauper and become a king

And bring the change you wish to see, it won’t be worth your while

Can’t you seeyou can’t?


But others have

Others who had dreams like me

Had no gold or silver but dreams so golden and real

With visions, motivations and aspirations all beyond lack of provision

So I too can, can’t I?



Others tried and failed

They traded their lives with freedom

Democracy they never lived to see or enjoy its fruits

You have a future and dreams; you can’t sell your youth to the people

Can’t you see it’s hard?


Others tried and made it

Great leaders were once ambitious youth

The great Jomo Kenyatta, Oginga Odinga, Harry Thuku, Nelson Mandela

The great Barrack Obama; name them, didn’t they all begin as youth with zeal and zest?

I too should, shouldn’t I?


Yes I can, yes I will

Whether stones bleed to death or oceans dry from anger

Whether banks drain from corruption and the rich click and murmur

Money and a name I may not hold, but my dreams and youthful skills shall I sell

Till you believe I surely can.



It’s not what you think; it’s about what actually is

You blink your eye with that wicked wink; you think am cheap and just another miss

I have a story to tell; I have a story that can change your fate

From grass to grace I came so well; from grace to grass he made my plate


So sweet he was to me at first; so smooth were things and goals looked real

I knew not of his lustfulthirst; I knew not that he saw me as a ready meal

Not only did things explode; not just there, but all over the political cover

I dropped my job and support I smoothly rode; I dropped the old man and all was over


The race to the seat was not smooth without bribe; the only woman with no man to lean on

My mother they said came from a rival tribe; my skills they saw not as my very own

Not many thought I did wisely decide; not even my mothers and fellow sisters could see

I thought they were wise enough to let go of pride; I tried but just a mere girl they saw in me


Listen to me Kenya my heritage; listen to me the home of champions and great leaders

I desire that you one day drop the baggage; I aspire to inspire younger to be leaders

We fed our people’s blood to the stone and the sword; we lost both male and female in a rage

Can’t we learn and be wise in one accord? Can’t we vote for leaders and not gender,tribe or age?


Listen to me Kenya; listen to what I have learnt

Listen not to my age; listen not to my tribe

I have learnt to speak out; I have learnt to defend justice

I have learnt to seek peace; I have learnt to seek unity