Thursday, August 26, 2010
ALL THIS IS NOW FORGOTTEN.......KENYA can now sing a new Song......! A song of liberty and Hope.
Last year (on 27th November 2009) as i was celebrating my birthday..... i just thought about the millions around the world who were not as happy i as i was. Right here in Kenya...thousands of my kinsmen were in dilapidated tents even as heavy rains continued to ponder most parts of the country. This lone imagination made me think about the Untold Stories of children suffering in Iraq, Southern Sudan deaths, rape in Congo, IDPs in Kenya, Aborigines in South Africa, the thousands homeless Americans, the abused women in Saudi Arabia, the suffering Monks in Tibet, the AIDS victims in Siera-Leon, victims of Kony in Uganda the minority in Russia, and the millions of vulnerable people across the world.....! All suffering and facing death in their darkest and forgotten worlds. This provoked me to write the following poem that i must admit is shallow but talks a million words about this near hell stories.
As Kenya celebrates it second liberation, TWO HOURS BEFORE joins the party but nevertheless reminds the world of the other untold clandestines that threatens human existence. Kenya can atleast now sign a new song and a Liberty Song to be specific....however "THE LONG JOURNEY TO PROSPERITY AND POSTERITY HAS JUST BEGUN"
THE UNTOLD STORY, is a story you will love to read. It has no plot though, neither does it has characters, Its characters have no characteristics....!
THIS IS THE STORY
The untold story
The story of the past
The story of today
The story of tomorrow
The story about a story- untold
This story has no plot
Neither does it has characters
Its characters have no characteristics
Their characters already dead
It’s a utopic story.
It’s a story about everything
The story tells us nothing
No one likes telling the story
But everybody listens to it.
It’s not written anywhere
It has no narrator
Nobody knows its origin
The only story that makes one laugh
And cry at the same time
Its prologue is unending
Just like its epilogue
It’s a story about many stories
Stories about other stories
It talks about birth
It talks about death too
It’s the story about the righteous
It’s a story about the wicked
The only story about the
Past, today and tomorrow
It’s the story that compares men to beasts
This is the story about the unknown
It talks about America, China, and North Korea
The story is strange
It even mentions Iraq, Afghanistan, Iran and Israel
It idolizes Wall Street
However, the story is shy
It is the only story that misses the word
Dafur, Somalia, Tibet or even Moscow
The story does not talk about Zimbambwe
Nor does it mention DRC
It’s about rape- fathers raping their daughters
Mothers fornicating with their sons
It’s a strange story
Where characters abuse human dignity
It’s the story that compares the incomparable
The story is set in unknown country
A wonder country
Where true stories are told in whispers
They are not written
Nor sang or narrated- only in whispers
It’s a story of sorrow
A story of bewilderment
Set in illusion
AUTHOR: MWANGI S. MUTHIORA
(I wrote this poem on my birthday last year 27th Nov 2009)
DEDICATED TO THE SUFFERING AROUND THE WORLD
Read about the Author on the February issue of Parents Magazine 2010 and read his untold story. Also Join Two Hours Before on facebook and twitter. NOTE: Two Hours Before is the fastest growing poetry blog in the country with over 27,000 visits and several reputable Reviews across the world.
MWANGI S. MUTHIORA
EXCECUTIVE DIRECTOR
Two Hours Before
fafdays@gmail.com
+254 725 385 654
DO YOU HAVE AN EVENT/ OCCASSION YOU WOULD LIKE THIS AUTHOR TO GRACE? WRITE BACK TO US ON THE CONTACTS ABOVE AND WE ARE JUST A CLICK AWAY FROM ENTERTAINING YOUR GUESTS. TWO HOURS BEFORE........WE ARE ALWAYS AHEAD. DREAM IT AND WE SHALL MAKE IT BECOME
For more details contact Paa Ya Paa on 0733270109 or me on 0725385654
As Kenya celebrates it second liberation, TWO HOURS BEFORE joins the party but nevertheless reminds the world of the other untold clandestines that threatens human existence. Kenya can atleast now sign a new song and a Liberty Song to be specific....however "THE LONG JOURNEY TO PROSPERITY AND POSTERITY HAS JUST BEGUN"
THE UNTOLD STORY, is a story you will love to read. It has no plot though, neither does it has characters, Its characters have no characteristics....!
THIS IS THE STORY
The untold story
The story of the past
The story of today
The story of tomorrow
The story about a story- untold
This story has no plot
Neither does it has characters
Its characters have no characteristics
Their characters already dead
It’s a utopic story.
It’s a story about everything
The story tells us nothing
No one likes telling the story
But everybody listens to it.
It’s not written anywhere
It has no narrator
Nobody knows its origin
The only story that makes one laugh
And cry at the same time
Its prologue is unending
Just like its epilogue
It’s a story about many stories
Stories about other stories
It talks about birth
It talks about death too
It’s the story about the righteous
It’s a story about the wicked
The only story about the
Past, today and tomorrow
It’s the story that compares men to beasts
This is the story about the unknown
It talks about America, China, and North Korea
The story is strange
It even mentions Iraq, Afghanistan, Iran and Israel
It idolizes Wall Street
However, the story is shy
It is the only story that misses the word
Dafur, Somalia, Tibet or even Moscow
The story does not talk about Zimbambwe
Nor does it mention DRC
It’s about rape- fathers raping their daughters
Mothers fornicating with their sons
It’s a strange story
Where characters abuse human dignity
It’s the story that compares the incomparable
The story is set in unknown country
A wonder country
Where true stories are told in whispers
They are not written
Nor sang or narrated- only in whispers
It’s a story of sorrow
A story of bewilderment
Set in illusion
AUTHOR: MWANGI S. MUTHIORA
(I wrote this poem on my birthday last year 27th Nov 2009)
DEDICATED TO THE SUFFERING AROUND THE WORLD
Read about the Author on the February issue of Parents Magazine 2010 and read his untold story. Also Join Two Hours Before on facebook and twitter. NOTE: Two Hours Before is the fastest growing poetry blog in the country with over 27,000 visits and several reputable Reviews across the world.
MWANGI S. MUTHIORA
EXCECUTIVE DIRECTOR
Two Hours Before
fafdays@gmail.com
+254 725 385 654
DO YOU HAVE AN EVENT/ OCCASSION YOU WOULD LIKE THIS AUTHOR TO GRACE? WRITE BACK TO US ON THE CONTACTS ABOVE AND WE ARE JUST A CLICK AWAY FROM ENTERTAINING YOUR GUESTS. TWO HOURS BEFORE........WE ARE ALWAYS AHEAD. DREAM IT AND WE SHALL MAKE IT BECOME
For more details contact Paa Ya Paa on 0733270109 or me on 0725385654
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
"THE MAN ON THE BOAT" is an intrusive poem written by an upcoming poet and writer George G. Karanja
The author of the following poem is a little known writer called George G. Karanja. Though he is not published, Karanja has written tenths of poems and he is currently writing a novel based on the Dafur conflict. All rights are reserved to the Author and this poem has been published here with his acknowledgment.
Reproduction in any form of media without prior written permission from the author is strictly prohibited. Karanja can be contacted on: ggkaranja56@gmail.com or fafdays@gmail.com
THE MAN ON THE BOAT
He gazes at the silvery sea,
And struggles to bide a wee;
To look back into the dark caves
From whence he began riding the waves.
He rows the creaking fisherman boat,
The wind assailing his old coat.
Into the water he tosses the hook and the thread,
Hoping to catch a trout and break the trend
He pores over the horizon,
Searching soulful for the sign of dawn,
But grey clouds abounds, discolouring the morning light,
Pushing the sun back into the nooks of the night
He looks over there,
Beyond the mangroves of despair,
Where the graves of his dreams forms seven rows
Their spirit pushing up the daisies of woes.
He reminisces times past,
When he rode the world in howling gust
Sweeping off the strongest of trees
That sought to hinder his ways.
AUTHOR: GEORGE GAKURU KARANJA
MWANGI S. MUTHIORA
Managing Director
TWO HOURS BEFORE
P. O. BOX 147-00216
GITHUNGURI, KENYA
Tel: +254 725 385 654 begin_of_the_skype_highlighting +254 725 385 654 end_of_the_skype_highlighting
Email:fafdays@gmail.com,
fafdays@yahoo.com
fafdays@hotmail.com
fafdays@ovi.com
Blogsite: http://www.twohoursbefore.blogspot.com
Facebook: Two Hours Before
Simon Mwangi Muthiora
Reproduction in any form of media without prior written permission from the author is strictly prohibited. Karanja can be contacted on: ggkaranja56@gmail.com or fafdays@gmail.com
THE MAN ON THE BOAT
He gazes at the silvery sea,
And struggles to bide a wee;
To look back into the dark caves
From whence he began riding the waves.
He rows the creaking fisherman boat,
The wind assailing his old coat.
Into the water he tosses the hook and the thread,
Hoping to catch a trout and break the trend
He pores over the horizon,
Searching soulful for the sign of dawn,
But grey clouds abounds, discolouring the morning light,
Pushing the sun back into the nooks of the night
He looks over there,
Beyond the mangroves of despair,
Where the graves of his dreams forms seven rows
Their spirit pushing up the daisies of woes.
He reminisces times past,
When he rode the world in howling gust
Sweeping off the strongest of trees
That sought to hinder his ways.
AUTHOR: GEORGE GAKURU KARANJA
MWANGI S. MUTHIORA
Managing Director
TWO HOURS BEFORE
P. O. BOX 147-00216
GITHUNGURI, KENYA
Tel: +254 725 385 654 begin_of_the_skype_highlighting +254 725 385 654 end_of_the_skype_highlighting
Email:fafdays@gmail.com,
fafdays@yahoo.com
fafdays@hotmail.com
fafdays@ovi.com
Blogsite: http://www.twohoursbefore.blogspot.com
Facebook: Two Hours Before
Simon Mwangi Muthiora
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
IT'S THE MOST FEARED MONTH....."AUGUST"
MONTH OF AUGUST
Back with a bang!
May be it the power of superstition?
Or you are merely a jinxed month?
Now you are back
To test the strength of our spines
The Nairobi bomb blast
Whispers death
The coup de’t
Just a spoonful
August!
Who branded you an omen?
Why are you this selfish?
Why do we cry whenever you are here?
Why?
A month of ill will
A season of fear and weeping
Whenever you approach
Women of the land weep
They cry their hearts out
Their wombs arches with fear
August, are you selfish?
Or it’s our imagination
Have we become eccentric about death?
Or we are just parochial
Each time you close in,
We are engulfed in a premonition
That we are hitting end of the road
Fear is deeply etched in our hearts
Even as we engage in spiritual warfare
Trying to arrest your jinx
Less we mourn and mourn again
August, save us the wails
As we await the next moon.
AUTHOR: MWANGI S. MUTHIORA
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. REPRODUCTION IN PART OR WHOLE WITHOUT PRIOR CONSENT FROM THE AUTHOR IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED
MWANGI S. MUTHIORA
Managing Director
TWO HOURS BEFORE
P. O. BOX 147-00216
GITHUNGURI, KENYA
Tel: +254 725 385 654
Email:fafdays@gmail.com,
fafdays@yahoo.com
fafdays@hotmail.com
fafdays@ovi.com
Blogsite: http://www.twohoursbefore.blogspot.com
Facebook: Two Hours Before
Simon Mwangi Muthiora
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