Trudy's Thots N Motion

Standing in titles?

2010-02-21T21:44:00.000-08:00

Standing by the Jordan banks was a man - the Messiah
God amongst us, He humbled himself
Walked with humanity understood human calamity
Yet graced with divinity
Did not clamour for fame nor publicity....

Standing at the brink is humanity
Cordoned by sins propensity
Man eat man, hate man conformity
Displaced from grace all creation's misplaced
He died to give back hope to a lost people... The Christ
our Saviour, our safety , our sanity

Titles for free, some paid for
none truly of merit
Perception of mans worth
Rendered from man to man
Yet God has through Christ titled believers Co heirs, beloved, seated on high
The very righteousness of God

If one was to stand in titles, may it be in this
Blood bought, written in the book of Life
Jesus our Kingsman Redeemer
No title can rival

Spirit of our Nation

2010-02-11T05:33:00.000-08:00

Spirit of our Nation
Just who are you

Where do you reside
Is it in hearts you hide?

Where can one pin point your location?
Are you a corporate hope of an inner vexation?

Are you buried in the ground?
Sons and daughters whispering from a secret mound

Are you daily pounding on the streets?
Reciting Wananchi’s inner conflicts

Are you in the breasts of Fathers and Mothers?
Resounding prayers from different hallowed quarters

Are you in the slums?
Tired of waiting for hand outs, tired of being described the so called hoodlums

Do you speak from the rural enclose
Are your opinions and purpose a threatened recluse

Who hears your voice, does it whisper or shout
Does it have choice, merit or clout?

Mama Mboga, Jua Kali Hawker
Are you in the breathe of the Casual Worker
Construction laborer, Farm or Dock hand
Where do you stand?

Spirit of our Nation
Just who are you

Are you just a phantom voice?
Having no shape or poise
Are you extinct?
Having no abode or precinct

Are you past, present or future
Perhaps speaking from our culture
Are you enshrined in our constitution?
Are you recognized in our young men’s visions?
Are you good and fair?
Or do you break and tear
Is your cause just or is gain your thrust

Spirit of our Nation
Just who are you

NO NOTHING TO SEE HERE

2010-02-11T00:49:00.002-08:00

Whitewashed edifices
Like grand elephants
Purported to be of
Public benefit
Files mysteriously appearing - disappearing
Hushed conversations, hushed con versions
Siphoning monumental colossal sums
White collar hoodlums
Say
No Nothing to see here

Amazing maize maze
Evasive maneuvering like quick haze
In your face, like household secrets
Known yet not known, Said yet not boldly
Boundaries taken
Minorities forsaken
Voiced! Braying on microphones
Insist
No Nothing to see here

Churning emotions misleading the masses
Strengthen “the party”
The masses cry why?
We have been compromised
We have no say, no pay, no way
Justice wears a cast
Dubious is its light
Whimpers
No nothing to see here

Blinded masses like poisoned rats
Aimlessly running from the prey
Careening to laid out traps at bay
Caught in the seams of intrigue
Not realizing the players are the major league
Notoriety dons cloth and collar
Innocence in pretentious demeanor
Clamors
No nothing to see here

You do it well

2010-02-11T00:43:00.001-08:00

Play us the court jester
Tell us that same old joke
No play the usual smart aleck
With answers for just about everything
Wait no do your usual routine
Mr. PolMagician where everything keeps disappearing
Oh let’s not forget the man of cloth thing
Make us believe you care deep within
That performance you keep doing
Dancing and prancing warrior like ...is quite fluid
Entertain me some more, sing me a song, tell me a quip a riddle
Oh man do a back flip
That’s why I keep you there
You prank while I flounder
Notwithstanding I laugh till I cry till my seams split
As your midriff gets rounder

NO Please Don't

2010-02-11T00:42:00.000-08:00

Girls in blossom and forced to grow up too soon. Girls who feel awkward and shy as their breasts press uncomfortably against their dresses now fast becoming small – such stress. Breasts that are fondled forcefully by trusted fathers, brothers, uncles and friends whose eyes shine with delight that belie the blight of the child now growing yet not fully understanding this weird role.

Hating it and hurting but having nowhere to run to. Shy smiles and tears settling on lips quivering faintly “no please don’t”

The Girl Next Door

2010-02-11T00:41:00.000-08:00

Women - simple yet complicated folk, weak, strong, teary and emotional yet always with backbone. Actresses in the stage called life, who can transform to super women, temptress, nurse, chef, nurturer, miss boss lady, priestess, princess – the script is endless.

Women are the best unpaid actresses in unpublished movies who do not leek that the reality show she lives is the stuffing drama is made of. No half time for her, no commercial breaks but for some just a constant reel time of violence, abuse and fear.

Women – as girls were groomed on fairy tales, wooed by conjured images of “happy ever after” that bear nothing on current realities. Such tales sometimes fabricated the notion that she is helpless, emotional and not in charge of her own destiny.
She is often pummeled into shape by her society, brainwashed by those who wrote for her the movie script of white picket fences, home baking and love making.

In life she discovers that her fairy tale prince fell off the horse, that he would not come to save the damsel in distress, indeed he would lance her to submission. She became the proverbial sleeping beauty by denying her wounds. The beauty grew up learning to wear the straight jacket of corporate culture and her stilettos tools to step ahead of the pack.

She learned to adorn many costumes, woman of steel, the temptress of magazines, the homemaker and more.

She learned to adopt a mean streak, a manly demeanor of intimidation, her edge to make it a man eat man world. This uncustomary character became her defense and her friend and yet she desires her heart to mend. She longs that society would protect and embrace who she is - her femininity and strong frailty. Not so little now but not reconciled to the girl within her. She is the girl next door.

IF

2009-08-31T22:58:00.000-07:00

(Inspired from 2 Chronicles 7:14)

If my people, who are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.

If…

I dream of people all across the land of Kenya.

My people…

Especially those who are called by God’s name.
Get out of their homes, offices, cars, buses, churches and line the streets of Kenya.

Will humble themselves…

Where different denominations, tribes and gender hold hands irrespective of past hurts, present tensions and unclear future

And together seek Gods forgiveness.

And turn…

Repent for each of our parts in the killing, maiming, uprooting, and sitting on the fence unaffected. Together confess to God and truly repent and unison pray.

Then…

God will hear us from above, he will turn to us
He will listen attentively to our hearts intentions and motivations
May they be found without guile and committed
All pacts with prejudice forfeited.

He will forgive …

Us of our destructive ways, our worship of foreign gods, our contract with evil
Of wrongs done to our land, animals and people..

God will enable true and deep healing...

Of our land, our cattle, our beasts, our water
Yes too our sons and our daughters
He will restore and rekindle love for one another
To once again live as sisters and brothers.

Lets remember that to be Kenyan is more than being a tribe, possessing a national identity card, its more than the forests or the land, its more than the culture, tradition and whatever district location

It’s the realization that within the borders we share one commonality, which is of humanity. That when I look at someone else, I am looking at me

May our anthem’s prayer ring loud and true
For to God all of creation answers to

Ee Mungu nguvu yetu
Ilete baraka kwetu
Haki iwe ngao na mlinzi
Natukae na undugu
Amani na uhuru
Raha tupate na ustawi.

O God of all creation
Bless this our land and nation
Justice be our peace and defender
May we dwell in unity
Peace and liberty
Plenty be found within our borders

God bless Kenya!

Imagine an Africa

2009-08-26T23:48:00.000-07:00

IMAGINE AN AFRICA

Imagine an Africa – vibrant and strong
Her countenance bright
Her virtue, her praise – her song

Imagine an Africa – where TRUTH and justice reign
Nobility inbred
Pulsating in every Africans vein

Imagine an Africa – living at peace
Her resources invested within
No foreigners to fleece

Imagine an Africa – whose vastness of wealth
Protects her peoples interests
Her sons and daughters not burdened with self

Imagine an Africa – that could harness her prowess
Branding her name
Among other continents dominance

Imagine an Africa – that summons great respect
For from her sons and daughters
Emerge a wealth of intellect

Imagine an Africa – that lends to nations
Her pride intact
Not steep to neo colonization

Imagine an Africa – vibrant and strong
Her countenance bright
Her virtue, her praise – her song

Africans we must and we can
Draw from the pictures we shape in our minds
Demand
To live our dreams – and be one of a kind

Africans – fierce
Fierce – Africans
(Inspired by the fact that Africa is not cursed)

I am Kenya

2009-08-26T23:47:00.001-07:00

I am Kenya

A nation of tribes and colours
A mixture of culture and people

I’m not just Kikuyu, Luo, Kamba, Masai, Luyha, Meru
to name but a few
I’m all of these, these are all of me
Sons and daughters of this nation- I Be

I am Kenya

Whence came from the separation?
Who said one tribe one nation?

I’m all; I encompass all these differences for they are part of me
This ground, these borders they speak of me

Kenya

The mounts, the hills, the streams, the seas
The plains, the farms, the beasts, the trees
The song, the dance, the people, their bearing, their stance

All Kenya
Different, yet singularly me

Yet some try to divide me, how can this be?
For all these variations speak of me, are part of me, are all of me

Why does brother rise against brother, sister against sister?
Are not these but Kenyan Fathers and Mothers
Protectors and Nurturers?

Who set neighbour against neighbour?
On this hallow ground once stood shoulder to shoulder
And now my legacy threatens to smolder

The fabric of the Kenyan flag is tearing, across the nation the ground is wailing
Its people are riling and quailing
Our land - blood like rivers prevailing

Can Kenyans rise above this plight?
Gather under the Kenyan flag and anthem sing bright
To redeem the truth of what is good and right
Stand together with liberty and our differences unite
And be One People One Nation!

Kenya!!
(Inspired from a theme if Kenya’s spirit could speak)

If this were up to me

2009-08-26T23:45:00.000-07:00

If this were up to me

I would spread the fire that burns of hope inside
Would tell the news Yes far and wide
That tells me that Kenya will be free
To enjoy a stable economy
A just society
A legacy relished from those of old age to infancy
Protected for generations
Each one with equitable portions

That audacity of hope
That resides inside of me
Tells me Kenya is a place of beauty
Where abundant radiant resources
FOR ALL flows freely

If this were up to me

Brother would safely stand with brother
in sanctity
Neighbour need not cower
None would fear
Elated Liberty

This firelight within me
Conspires to be set free
To ignite the surroundings
Yes with joyful resounding
And burn what darkness there may be
of hostility

Hope stands with audacity
At the thought that some day will
Bring calm and instill
Unity

If this were up to me

I have a fire of hope burning within me
That tells me Kenya will someday be free
To stand with neighbour in unity and live forever in liberty

This flame inside
Desiring to confide
Says indeed THIS can be
I plead with my fellow countrymen and women
To stand
And say of ourselves
Yes it is up to us, up to you, up to ME!

Kenya I want

2009-08-26T23:41:00.002-07:00

The Kenya I want

It’s not for political grand standing
Or strategic party maneuvering
It’s not to see our nations fortunes
Amassed by those in strapping cocoons
It’s not to fight nor ignite
Battles with my neighbours once tight
It’s not to be reduced to beg
Nor partake of a democratic bootleg

It’s not to hear about the Kenya I want
For the Kenya I get

It’s not to see a land able to feed all
Parched and lean a shameful death knoll
It’s not for infamous rhetoric
Masking the diabolic
It’s not for hustling and bustling
On roads our people and drivers tussling
It’s not for prices in basics escalating
Making ends meet, gap forever widening

It’s not to hear about the Kenya I want
For the Kenya I get

It’s not for the daily nagging, constant upset
Causing nerves to frazzle and fret
It’s not for health policies gone awry
Where the stricken are chased away
It’s not for investments gone bunk
For a peoples efforts to fall lank
It’s not to become base and lose values, and find flaws
In what’s held sacred and of worthy applause

It’s not to hear about the Kenya they say I want
For the Kenya I get

(Based on a conference held at the KICC Feb 2009 titled “The Kenya I Want”)

Unspoken

2009-08-26T23:38:00.001-07:00

UNSPOKEN

Who will speak the unspoken?
Who will mention the unheard?
Who will expose what is hidden
Who will shed light on the shadows?
Who will make know what is not plain

We hide behind wide smiles
We keep a lid on our pain
We showcase an illusion
We specialize in fantasy
We create a world we never even live in
No seen pain, no real worry, no guilt.... no shame

But the truth has a way of speaking
It seeps in through what is not said
Through symptoms
Through lack
Until finally our facade shows its crack

What we are is helpless, hopeless and forlorn
We are but weak form
Running and racing back and forth in life
Faking remedies in a life of no courtesy
A life that takes and takes
As we swipe at momentary pleasures
But we nurse emptiness
Though in company we smile our very vest

But when we are alone, when we are truly alone
We shed away our pretences
That's when the night has moved on, and our smiles have worn off
We expose the truth to the one audience we cant hide from
We open ourselves to the misery no one can quite comprehend

For behind bright eyes, lies a tortured heart
Hounded by what’s hidden
Hidden for its ungainly form

But who will hear us
Who can share this pain?
Who is comfortable with truth?
That we need not hide it away
Who will speak with and for us?
Or must we remain

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh
THE UNSPOKEN
(Muzzling the truth hurts)

My Keyboard

2009-08-21T02:26:00.000-07:00

I sit up late typing away words on the keyboard
Pondering why the haves are striving to hoard
I mull about stuff that possibly makes sense and perhaps not just enough

Perhaps the economic downturn has got people on the lowdown
Checking in the meantime, the readings on our lean times
Forget it man, media spells out doom
Looming out with more gloom

What will it take to make headlines change?
Make it speak of better times instead
I long to hear that something good, has happened lately to the neighbourhood

To hear that equality, equity and tranquility is ours
No unholy use of representative powers

Surely headlines will one day read
Our economy has taken the lead
Pockets are happy people are free
Aspects of true and just equality

Perhaps one day I will sit up late and type away at the keyboard
And recount stories of heroes that stand bold
And speak about stuff that makes good sense and cannot be told too often enough

Question is, will you make the headlines
What story will be told?
Grim or grand
What is your stand?
Will it be to make the headlines change?
And make it speak of better times instead
I guess the answer lies just around the bend…

IF THIS WERE UP TO ME

2009-08-21T02:21:00.000-07:00

I would spread the fire that burns of hope inside
Would tell the news Yes far and wide
That tells me that Kenya will be free
To enjoy a stable economy - A just society
A legacy relished of those of old age to infancy
Protected for generations - Each one with equitable portions

That audacity of hope, that resides inside of me
Tells me Kenya is a place of beauty, where abundant radiant resources
FOR ALL flows freely

If this were up to me

Brother would safely stand with brother in sanctity
Neighbour need not cower, none would fear
Elated Liberty

This firelight within me, conspires to be set free
To ignite the surroundings, Yes with joyful resounding
And burn what darkness there may be - of hostility

Hope stands with audacity, at the thought that some day will
Bring calm and instill - Unity

If this were up to me

I have a fire of hope burning within me, that tells me Kenya will someday be free
To stand with neighbour in unity and live forever in liberty

This flame inside - desiring to confide
Says indeed THIS can be
I plead with my fellow countrymen and women- To stand
And say of ourselves
Yes it is up to us, up to you, up to ME!

I SEE A GREAT KENYA

2007-09-05T05:39:00.000-07:00

I perceive greatness in my minds eye, a tale that shapes such splendorous hue.
Indeed grand livid spectrum savouring tokens of the would be, that will and should be
Transcend from this store place true.
Insight
Forming fusing fashioning
Conforming
Right
Truth
Believed in conceived in
Light

The eye that being of sight see, in light be
Ignite
All that creates for me...
Colour not shroud that hoped for and possibly groped for
Indeed may that sight be not clouded
That in real time appears that which is longed for

Great is the Nation and Nationhood of Kenya