“The fly of your trouser is open Mr. Engineer,”
so whispers the street boy just before
the engineer enters to be interviewed for
the job of his fancy.
He can’t hide how grateful he is to the boy
for the heads up.
He needed that kind of help;
Don’t we all?
That hunch that whispers to me
what is right and what is wrong;
it tells me when to run, walk away
or to stay put.
It shoots straight, and candidly,
unapologetic for any pain
that hurts my heart;
it tells me who my real friends are,
when to say yes, and when to say no.
Kwa nini mwanilaumu na roho kampenda yeye? Kwa nini mwanishtumu na macho kajichagulia? Si haki kabisa. Mimi mwenyewe nishaamua na moyoni ashaingia. Niacheni niringe naye. Ikiwa penzi ni wazimu jamani niacheni niugue. Hata mkinidhalilisha; sitotengana na aliyenipenda. Niacheni nitambe na niliyetunukiwa. Katu sitaachana naye, kwa sababu moyo kamteua.
I remember when you were a rose;
ruffled then the feathers became;
under the weather you slowly cruised;
the sunshine faded;
and the flower withered.
Life hit hard; it lied, played games,
brought regrettable connections,
and distorted the truth.
You’ve seen and done it all,
you hurt deep and you wept.
Walisema penzi letu
mwishowe litopunguka.
Walisema jua letu litazama
na giza itatanda.
Walisema rohoni utanitoka.
Walisema penzi letu litafifia,
libaki mazoea.
Waongo hao.
Waongo hawajapata
kuvutiwa na penzi.
Waongo hawajapata
kuridhishwa na penzi.
On the one hand, in sympathy and empathy,
they seek to save life and heal the world;
by lending a helping hand,
give hope, and make the day
brighter for people facing
life-threatening natural calamities.
On the other hand, in rage,
they brand the others as terrorists, jihad,
neo-nazis or inferior race, then rain bombs,
destruction and anguish, having no qualms
whether they shed the innocent blood
of children and the defenseless.
Difficult to bear it must be,
with happiness all robbed,
weighed down by sadness,
or reeling in the pain of loss.
But this stress, go away it shall.
Just like yesterday,
it will be well, again.
It is well.
I can’t see,
I am blind to sight
but see I do too, though in darkness.
I see my bright vision
that no one can dim.
I am lame, but I walk too,
with a little bit of assistance;
I pace towards my heart’s desires.
I am the way I am,
and I love me.
There is a soulmate for everyone,
so they say;
a soul that is so close
there’s no distance in between.
Two bodies, but one soul.
Two persons destined to be together.
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