Tag: future

It’s your time

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

Liberate your mind–

you are much greater

than you think you are

Define who you were–

before you became a slave

to extraction and contraction

Start to know yourself–

prescribed by your own story

in the language of your tongue

It’s time to know your worth–

the value of your golden soil

your ample rivers and sun

You lose it everyday–

just giving it all away

with handshakes of bonded strife

Remember your name–

come into your own light

be the centre of your own universe

Africa, it’s your time!

Author’s note: This poem was inspired by a public lecture delivered yesterday by Kenyan nobel prize winning writer and  Professor of English, Ngugi wa Thiongo,  entitled: “Secure the base: decolonise the mind”

The map depicted in the image above illustrates how large Africa is in terms of space in comparison to other major powers. It is also blessed with a wealth of resources yet Africa remains one of the poorest continents in the world. It is still primarily  the dark continent in terms of electrification. As a continent that was colonised by many European countries while its people became  victims of slavery and oppression, there is a school of thought towards freeing our minds from colonisation and reclaiming  our identity and place in the world.

I know

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

I know the yearning feelings of you.

I know your hunger to feel heard,

Wishing your dreams would come true,

To take flight and feel free as a bird.

I know the longings of your heart,

I know how years may seem wasted,

You ache to make a fresh start

Instead of new words, cut and pasted.

I know in choices you feel trapped.

I know loneliness, when you’re not alone,

When it seems your life is already mapped

And dark nights feeling on your own.

I know how desperately you seek the light

I know how conflicting it is, searching for more!

As sun steadily rises, new hope is closer in sight!

Our eyes vigilantly waiting for a new opening door.

I’ve learnt that choices, I alone must make.

Not so easy when roads fork, only one I must take!

Another year

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

The carousel has turned

Full circle once more

The scenery has changed

The flowers now rearranged

Some petals have scattered

Lost carelessly in the  wind

But here is another season

To sow and harvest again

Like fine wine, it was a very good year

But the very best, can cost you dear

So I’m searching new favorite blends

Need to catch up on the  latest trends

Time has come to recant and decant

So I raise my glass to another great year

I can smell the fresh fragrance in the air

I feel the breeze as it blows through my hair

And if I should stumble in the midst of it all

I believe that you’ll be there to break my fall

Looking into the distance…

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

we stare into the interminable distance

wishing we could divine its existence

what waits for us on the other side–

is it a land filled with unequivocal promise

or will we remain in Nostalgia’s guileless grasp,

longing for  diamond memories of the past?

will we ever see the rise of the golden sun,

will he who stands beside us still be the one?

the wind is a temptress with liquid eyes

when she breezes or dampens our dreams

the light you once knew– may now play its trick.

in this age without prophets, how shall we know

save to feel the warmth of our heart’s afterglow?

look for signs in the eyes of another’s to show

before we reach to the sky, let’s ask ourselves why–

what is that purpose that will drive our reason?

let this be the guide to hold true  in the season.

but in  this minute, this hour, this moment–

treasure it unconditionally, let’s try not to lose it!

 It still stands waiting for us…

Boxes and cages

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

Little girl take care

Don’t let the world tie you down

Shelve you in a box

Throw open those doors

Wake up from those vivid dreams

Make them come alive

You were born with wings

Spread them out- take to the sky

You were born to fly

Step out of the box

That will confine how you think–

Limit your world view

Beware of the cage

That barricades your thoughts with bars

Of doubts and fears

Find the pearls within

Shake off the grey shells of doom

You were born to bloom

Hoist out of your own petard…

To you I do bequeath

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

barren wasteland

For you my beautiful daughter

This barren estate I bequeath to you

Vast, desecrated land without any water

And as for food, this specially enhanced  pill  will do.

I’ve left my jewelry box with my pair of gold rings

I’m not sure if they will have much worth

In the new and priceless internet of things,

But no gold will you find again buried in the earth.

I’ve built a cooling fridge in your favorite spot.

At this stage I can’t be totally sure

But you may need to hide in it when it gets too hot,

And you’ll need my full armor to fight the climate war.

But most precious of all, I leave my Mac

And hope that you’ll discover a problem solving App

You might even be able to bring me back

So that I can help you clear up all my crap.