FAILURE Composed by Peris N. Wamutitu.

Failure is a human feeling that leads,
to a welling up of emotions,
resulting in self rejection, self pity,
agony, anger, disbelief,
low self esteem, low self drive and,
the ardent desire to give up,
the efforts and the resources that were put in,
in an effort to avoid,
this very much dreaded event,
pass before ones eyes,
like from a film tape,
on an ancient film projector,
step by step detailing,
every tireless effort put in,
the resources that went into play,
 and the end result is nothing,
nothing to be proud of,
nothing to display,
nothing to share,
frustrated, fatigued, fed up,
and in great agony coupled,
with anger and deep anguish,
one becomes indifferent,
intoxicated with negative emotions,
and one feels incapable of achievement,
leading to laxity, loss of interest,
and the lack of the initial self drive,
the end result is uncertainty,
of what to do  next,
then one remains undecided,
on what steps to take,
due to the unwillingness,
to accept the fate at hand,
ridicule, remorse, resentment,
come in like a storm,
and become a constant,
companion and reminder,
of this unfortunate tumble,
that led to a free fall,
failure drains away,
all initially existing expectations,
it exhausts the body and the mind and,
eventuallyexpels remnant energy,
if any ever was present.

RETRACING LOST FOOTSTEPS Composed by Peris N. Wamutitu

I retrace the footsteps of my life,
that ate back many years,
some seem to have faded,
some cannot be seen at all,
a life ridden with conflict,
fear, anger, mixed feelings, bitterness,
finding the point which the clock stopped ticking,
where time seemed to stand still,
not for a second, not for a minute, not for an hour,
but for almost tow and a half decades,
two decades of retrogression,
of a life revolving around one point,
one issue that never seemed to go away,
one that tore an innocent life apart,
and that disoriented a meager soul,
an issue that brought teard, anger,
bitterness, discomfort, discontentment,
and an endless list of disturbing and unfortunate incidents,
an issue that made the clock stop ticking,
and brought time to a complete standstill for over two decades,
retracing the steps has not been easy,
its been long and hardand full of barriers,
that have been hard to surmount,
others almost impossible to surmount,
has led to broken relationships and,
disintegration of ties that would otherwise bind,
footsteps that had to be retraced by the shedding of tears,
and and indefinite cold war, a war that never seemed to end,
retracing the footsteps of a life once almost destroyed,
by anger and raging bitterness that exploded in the soul,
leading to a raging inferno of mistrust, agony and hate,
retracing the footsteps of a life that once had lost,
hope of joy and satisfaction but that now,
lives to a new dawn, a new life, a new future.

RAISING A CHILD composed by Peris N. Wamutitu

The sound of a child’s cry,

From the mother’s womb,

is the beginning of raising a child,

It is wholly dependent on its mother for every need,

Food, security, shelter, warmth to mention a few,

It is like putting a seed in the fertile ground and watering it,

Weeding around it until it matures,

As it trots and learns to say ‘mama’ and ‘dada’,

It brings warmth t a mother’s heart,

A joy that has no equal.

FRIENDSHIP Composed by Peris N. Wamutitu

Friendship, makes two strangers,

 go across oceans,and seas,

to share a hug, and fond memories,

makes  a person, leave their own schedules,

 to answer a call, of another in need.

Makes gatherings, in order to celebrate,

 Joy and  laughter, achievement,

sadness, sorrow,

bringing forth, of a new life,

life changing events, and tears

of joy, and sadness,

 are shared, in one accord.

Sentiments, of congratulations,

 Condolences, support,

Encouragement, to mention,

 a few, are shared.

One and all, leave their work,

homes, schools,

engagements, of all forms,

 to support, one course or the other,

for the benefit, of one,

 or several, of their own.

What an emotion, that makes love,

 have meaning, among two,

 that share, common feelings,

that brings meaning, to selfless giving,

to emotional send offs ,and to welcoming,

 of new, innocent life,

an emotion, that gives meaning,

 to words, like family ,

love, and partnership.

A word, of utmost importance,

 in any, tangible relationships,

 in a world, full of hate.

Let each one, embrace friendship,

 because without it , no form,

 of relationships, would have meaning.

It is indeed, one and only definition,

 of any form, of relationships,

 that exist, in our universe,

 and through which, any form,

of relationships, gain true meaning.

AFRICA, OUR MOTHERLAND, Composed by Peris N. Wamutitu

Africa, tell me,

are you a sleeping giant, or a sleeping jungle?

 Its very confusing, because everywhere,

I look, in your vast lands, 

I see only, jungle like characteristics.

Or maybe, it’s a giant, 

sleeping, in the jungle?

that would probably, begin to make some sense.

What is the use, of rich yet retrogressive cultures?

Its ironical, a complete paradox.

Rich yet retrogressive, don’t seem compatible.

Rough, inaccessible roads, 

others only, seasonally accessible,

rampant poverty, and housing, 

senseless wars, and coups,

in some, of your lands, 

nonexistent, governments,

poor, medical facilities, 

high mother,and infant mortalities,

the list, is endless.

I can see you, helplessly stretching,

your weak,shaky hand to the west, 

for assistance, every now and then,

sometimes lacking, something to quench,

your burning throat,and to quell,

your rumbling tummy, 

its beyond comprehension,

seeing that, your vast lands,

hold the worlds, most precious resources,

oil, gold silver, bronze and many more,

but you have never, learned how to manage,

your resources, for the benefit, 

of your people, and why?

 a question, with a very simple answer,

greed, greed, greed, and more greed,

leading to corruption, and poor decision making,

 Now, its about time,

the giant, woke up,

and transformed, this jungle,

 into a beautiful,and bountiful land,

retract, the weak hand,

 and be strong enough ,to stand up,

and give your people, the best,

that you can offer, since you are,

capable of offering, the best,

and be, independent, 

and free, from the ravages of hunger ,

disease, poverty, 

and the endless, list aforementioned.

Great mother land, prove your greatness,

 and stop, the mass exodus, 

of your people, seeking a better life,

in the west,you are capable,

of standing tall, and beating all odds,

we believe in you, oh great motherland,

we love you, and there we want to remain.

Arise from your slumber, oh great giant,

 and let your greatness, be a reality,

 felt by young, and old, 

let your vast lands, regain their lost glory.

Never again, will you be,

a sleeping giant, but a vibrant one.

Long live Africa, Long live our mother land.