Many of you have requested me to re-post this poem that I wrote and posted on my blog TWO HOURS BEFOREseveral months ago. Today been Fathers' Day, I have found it worthwhile to post it to all group members and possibly help us make the opinion on what kind of fathers we want to be or we are.
In the meantime, my fellow Blogger and Poet; Njeri Wangari has finally released her poetry collection book published by Nsemia Inc in Canada.
I am greatly indebted to Njeri Wangari whom despite having never met her, quoted me and my blog at the back cover(Jacket) of her book. Its such a great honour and privilege to me and all my fans on 2hrs B4 for getting such a rare mention in a book that I strongly believe shall be read world allover.
The book called Mines & Minds Fields shall be launched next Saturday at SilverBird Media Store in Nakumatte Westgate, Peponi Road @ 2.30pm. The book costs Kshs 750 and is available in all leading bookshops. Get your copy. I invite all my fans to grace this occasion and celebrate this tremendous achievement by Njeri Wangari.
The poem bellow is my real life experience. Whilst I rose above this challenges, there are thousands if not millions suffering out there because of domestic conflicts. This poem is a challenge to all of us on what kind of fathers and mothers we want to be to our innocent children. It can take a minute to become a father, but it can take you time to be the right father. Its up to you to know what your children are born of; a Father or a Man. Enjoy your read.
LETTER TO MY FATHER
Dear dad,
I don’t know what you will
Say about this,
But, I have to let you know
One: I am not dubious
You sired me- certainly
You did.
Mom can’t lie, nor cheat!
However this fact has been put to
A test,
Moreover, am not alone, we are many of us
From your own blood
It hurts to write this down,
You don’t seem to be my dad
Despite the fact that I resembles you
Dad- Father, you know…..
I detest you!
I hate you!
You did it first
The distance between the two of us
Is enormous, its growing each day
Why are you this mean?
Why is your heart this rotten?
Where did you get this cancer from?
Remember this;
When you beat my love
The many times she cried because of you
How your mistresses scolded her
They did it the way you do it.
Dad- a man called dad, recall all this,
Your brutality to innocent souls
You see why I hate you dad?
You are ballooning each day
Dad I don’t like you to say the least
I will always do
The more you hate my love
The more I hate you
I know you don’t care
But the world cares
I will tell the world
What you are,
What you breaths and what you smells
HATE!
Brutality and bitterness
Had my mom not met you,
She would be happy today
But you mean misery to her
I know non of my sisters and
Brothers would dare tell this
But, certainly they don’t like you.
Just like the way you detests each of them-me
Why did I resemble you?
Why
Fate, who is to blame?
Dad,
Mom?
I like several things about you
Your smile- dry!
Big shoulders
Intellect and academia
But not your heart
Black as coal
And that is my greatest worry
That my love sees’ you in me
And you know what that means
Finally, am giving the world
A copy of this letter
Because I know you care not
Not because I cares either,
But, so that they can get to
Read your epitaph- His Hate Killed His Love
No one will come to bury you
But you’re loving family.
Your loving son,
Ekwe.
Aurthor: MWANGI S. MUTHIORA
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I must admit the anger is passionately evident and surely speaks for a lot of voiceless children.Had me picturing my own father although i have learned to forgive him.
ReplyDelete@Anonymous: Thank you for visiting my blog. This poem is surely dedicated to thousands of us who endured the cruel realities of domestic violence. I must admit that many have succumbed to DV but a few of us are lucky to live and tell the story
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