The Youth's Folly...

Being a youth in Kenya, can be the most fascinating thing..
We are better educated..
We understand our needs..our wants..
We have a pretty good idea on what ails our society..
Poverty, disease, ignorance...
And above all a tinge of megalomania!
Why...
When do we expect to take the reins and chart a course for this nation?
When will we re-build the down-trodden facilities, regain the trust that Kenyans had on National institutions, set pace for a future that we would like to bequeth our grandchildren?
Are we doing enough, or are we already complacent..
Are we singing the same tunes that our fathers sung..or
do we dare trod our own paths..
Where has our patience to nurture projects, to live by our own means, to be honest,
to judge with the brain and let the heart guide us?
We are failing this country..
With our dreams of magnanimity..
With our culture of dreaming from the couch..
With the haste we handle matters of salience..
With the zealotry we profess..
That's the Youth's Folly and its costing this country, Kenya.

In pursuit of Happiness....

I want to be happy...
But seldom am I at peace..
Drudgery, deceit..
War..pain..
Can I really Be Happy..

Back when I was young,
They pelt my buttocks..
So as I could go to school,
Study..Become a Doctor..
Get a good Job..
Life was Hard..but I made it..
Now am A Doctor..
But am I happy?

Armed with a Degree..
I set out...to conquer the world..
To save the sick beings..
To discover drugs..
Drive a big car..
And have two rascals,
running around the house!

This never happened..
Was asked whom I knew..
Or how much I can commit..
Kitu-kidogo was the name..
And the door was shut..
I wonder why..

I want to be Happy..
But the odds are innumerable..
All I can afford..
Is a fixed portrait grin..
That's how happy I am...
But I yearn for more!

Reminisces......

Sometimes sombre moments make of great times for thought..
I buried ma grand father on Saturday, 16th Jan. 2010..
It's hard to imagine life without him..
But one thing that's for certain...
Life must go on..
Watching the mound...fresh...
Tears roll down my face...for it's an error that we
have lost!
A self less man...who managed to hide his whole family
from the philandering ways of General Iddi Amin..
Grew a family from very humble beginnings..
To give them education and above all an ethos
to live by..
The best memory I could give him...
Is to give back to the society...
It's the memories that are painful..
It's the thought that wrenches the heart..
It's the heart that keeps the fire burning..
The umbilicus..still hangs from my ancestors...
Am of the 'Puny' clan....
I Jaramogi...
Till death comes my way....
Till I join my ancestors....
In body..
In spirit..
I'll keep your memory alive....
The Reminisces...

To Anderikus Onyango Omedio (1922- 12th, January, 2010)