Just below my shoulder, she reaches,
In a trendy top, slightly tight jeans,
She moves close to me… She sits…
She gazes the room,

Her fingers bounce on the keyboard,
Is she writing to me?

Busy like a bee for a couple of minutes,
She walks out… nothing… not even a wink…
Only her back I see…
~Written by Jared Ombui

There is no Sunshine; I feel you are fine,
How was your night?
Long you out of sight.
Your voice is a painkiller, but does not heal,
Three days gone, when will I see you?
~Written by Jared Ombui

Siku mpya yangaa,
Vyote vimepangwa,
Sifa kwake Mola...

Life is too sweet,

Only when God is in it,

Let it be sweet

 

She is just a month old,
But she is really tall,
Her tiny fingers, tiny toes, tiny nails...
Shows how tender the young is

When she opens her tiny eyes,
She stretches, and fills the earth,
Oh...Yes!
She owns it

Don't touch her,
Shhss! You might hurt her,
She is an angel...
Come and see her

Mya, my friend's baby.

Fikira yanisonga, sina wakuhonga,
Nzito kweli, tatanisha kweli,
Namwambia jubarati, si bahati,
Atafanya, ataniinua atabeba

Your dimples are deep like the floor of the rift valley,
Huge smile, tugid like cucumber,
Your lips glitter-greesy like sausage...
Your hug engulfs and tightens like a pull-neck t-shirts,
Your love is good though far from God's...

She smiles wide, and hugs,
He is dry, and hurts,
She talks well, and tells,
He shouts high, and swells,

She is close, when close,
He is near, when far,
She receives when I call, she calls... not at all,
He passes by, He is wise,

She he, he she, she he

The Sun is going down,
Work of the day is done,
I achieved this and that,
Happiness settles in my heart,
The night is coming,
And the moon will be lighting,
My God will be watching,
It will be good, so good.

Haven’t you heard they are the best?
The best before gaining power,
They utter out feelings,
ideasThat “will” dry the tear,

The light, the dark,
Political revolution is political erosion,
Promote civil seclusion, hate civil education,
Ballot boxes only bring, but usher them out not,
When guns bring them, do they take them out?
Who comes after you?
Will they dry the tear?

The left, the right…aid – debt,
Oh, it hits hard on her chest…
She belchs, she pukes 3 times from a hungry stomach,
Where Peace equal bullets, many die,
Talks is peace, no body dies,
I hope the pain will dry the tear,

Yes, a ray of love, togetherness,
Work smart for her,
It might take time, you determine,
Africa my wonderful, dry the tear.

A lonely heart stays alone,
Feels no presence near,
To give comfort-warmth,
Who heals it?
If not a perfect match!
It’s out of a perfect decision....
Reigns a permanent warmth.

Is there a time when the brain goes dry?
Nothing to bring in, sort or push out,
I can hear but not listen,
See but not focus,
Inhale and exhale without feeling,
Turn swiftly as if I got no bone,
It is beautiful, good moment…
Trance…

Your silence disturbs,
The silence of the air ends,
Silence in the dark scares,
Silence of the mind... is a tragedy

I was born by two lovely beings of GOD,
They raised, cared, provided and loved me,
Humanly YES, but...not much as GOD,
I stopped milk that kept me weak, hard food ate me,
My life...is for GOD

My lost life was HIS at the cross,
I wore righteousness in Him,
my old was gone,
His perfect life was on
My life...is for GOD

The path was laid magnificently by the WORD,
The WORD I read and heard,
Full of Power, the VOICE of YAHWEH,
I decided to follow the WORD, Preach it every where,
My life...is for GOD

This and that dark came but HIS light destroyed it,
Self became a vessel when I SAW all in HIM,
Doubt, Fear, Impurity...SIN disappeared,
I cling NOW and FOREVER to hear and follow HIM,
My life...is for GOD

Time blinks faster than my eyes,
Have I told you about HIM?
Have I said that, we are living in late time?
Did I say, He is coming back too SOON?
By the way, WHO is your LORD?
I pray you know HIM personally now,
Know HIM and let HIM work in now,
Share HIM to all you know and don't,
My life...is for GOD