DISABILITY CHILD OF BURDEN Composed by Peris N. Wamutitu

Coming to this world,
a mystery to you,
though should have been,
a source of joy to the woman,
 who brought you to this world,
days went by, years went by,
what would have been joy turned to grief,
unable to trot here and there,
weak limbs, underdeveloped limbs, distorted limbs,
oh no! not what i bargained for.. she thought,
not a step would you make,
not even a skip or a hop,
disliked and set apart,
not wanted or accepted,
not loved, yet in constant need of it,
not cared for, not well fed,
hidden from the face of the world,
and viewed as a source of shame,
forbidden to play with siblings,
not even a single friend would you make,
but in spite of all these,
taken not as a liability but an asset,
leased out to one greedy hyena,
that feeds on and sucks the blood,
of such vulnerable children,
for his fulfillment and expansion,
to keep the jingle,
on his ever hungry pockets,
cast out onto the streets,
your disability an asset to your master,
as your pull yourself,
up and down the street,
helpless and hungry as you slide along,
the eyes of passers by taking pity on your plight,
and in their numbers,
filling your empty tin,
with valuable metal and pulp,
and your master, eagerly waiting for the cue,
standing aloof and at every full harvest,
lands at your side to collect and then quickly,
diffuse right back through the crowd,
to his hiding place to await,
another bumper harvest and,
at the end of the day,
with a full day's collection you are,
set aside and put away,
like a piece of garbage,
a pile of smelly sludge,
a chunk of bread and water,
is thrown at you to quell your rumbling tummy,
out in the rain, in the cold or in the scorching sun,
it is always the same, you have no leave,
child with disability, child with inability,
you lay to rest on the mat set down for you,
and a rag to cover your shivering body,
you rest yet, your mind is in unrest,
for you know that when the sun comes up,
it is yet another miserable day,
to be cast our at first cock crow,
to yet become an object, a would be human atm,
for one big bellied, inhuman and heartless soul,
to whom your well being is of no importance,
but to whom you are a shovel for scooping,
the very much sought after shilling,
without  much effort,
but just by placing you on the path,
of one passing by and one touched,
by your plight to fill your tin,
to fill your cup, to fill your plate,
once full, emptied at the speed of light,
and you once again you have to go through,
the cycle once again, till dawn, day after day,
child with disability, child with inabilyt,
self made atm , for the heartless and the wicked.

FATIGUE Composed by Peris N. Wamutitu

Is when your body cannot,
take it any more,
when you have stretched,
it to the maximum point and,
cannot go beyond that point,
then again fatigue is when,
your mind body and soul,
have had enough being,
in pursuit of an elusive venture,
be it in business, love,
family, friendship,
to remedy situations,
making thins work but,
every time you put your heart,
and soul into it you,
come out with nothing,
its like pulling a heavy load,
up a sloppy hill and once you,
achieve the top, the cord breaks,
 and the weight and its contents,
go crushing to the bottom of the valley,
stretching yourself to the limit and,
having nothing to show for it,
nothing to be jubilant about,
fatigue of the mind causes,
fatigue of the whole body system,
it seems like everything is,
at a stand still and it seems like,
the world has set its axis on one's head,
and rotates and seems,
to spin round and round,
such fatigue that can only be remedied,
by achievement of one's dreams,
ones aspirations, seemingly elusive,
yet still trying on to use the,
remnant energy to recollect oneself,
and still press on much slower,
but with a sure aim to attain,
one's goals, ones aims, ones dreams.

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.