Action, however small is better than mere intention" said His Excellency
Uhuru Kenyatta.On 29th. 08.2015, we shall all gather at Soweto
slums-Kahawa West Nairobi Kenya. Children from the existing children
homes in the slum shall have a great day TALENT SHOW coloured with
modelling,poetry etc.As Kenyans and Africans at large, we want to
nurture a reliable generation. Every youth as a leader. Therefore, we
looking for more models, both men and women to Grace our event. We also
calling upon everyone for action. If you could provide Sanitary towels
for girls,under pants for boys, food or any other help...please contact
me Lydia on +254(0)720322752 for modelling concerns and Milcah Muthoni of #Mwamko
Foundation#for the rest on 254(0)729369637.God bless you all as we
serve God through the community.Miss KENYA AMERICA will be with us and
other great models in the photos below and more others.
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Thursday, 20 August 2015
Wednesday, 12 August 2015
I CAN SEE!-By Lydia Ireri
I can see the new Era beckoning
I can see Africa our mother shining
I can see the dawn riding on a white horse
Just like a mother in labor pains sees the child
coming
I can see!
I can see the new Era in Africa birthed
The Era of no Shame
The Era that liquidates poverty
The Era that overtakes Terrorism
The Era that castrates social class- conflicts
The Era that swallows Corruption
The Era that aborts Tribalism
The Era that kills Racism
The Era that exterminates non-patriotism
The Era that destroys Nepotism
I can see!
I can see the day coming
When Africa our mother
Will be transfigured
The day when Africa our mother will be changed to a
Paradise
The day when all her children and neighbors shall
live in the palace
Dreaming big
As one people
I can see!
Wednesday, 5 August 2015
GIVE ME A BREAK!-By Lydia Ireri
Why
do you judge me?
Judge
me by the colour of my skin
You
say I am colourless
Neither
white nor black
Yet
I am from the same womb
Same
parents with you
Did
you choose to be a giraffe?
Did
you choose to be a momo?
Give
me a break brother!
I
am your brother and sister
I
am a child
Just
like you
Born
after nine months
Just
like you
Look
brother
Look
sister
I
can eat and play
Just
like you
I
can read and write
Just
like you
I
can love and marry
Just
like you
Look
I can lead the people
Look
at Hon. Mwaura
My
brother
Look
at Njoki Ndungu
My
sister
Are
they not great leaders?
So
Tomorrow
at the market place
Say
hi
Tomorrow
in the class
Believe
in me
For
I am with fully formed brain
Just
like you!
Brothers
and sisters
Stop
that uncouth
Barbaric
Archaic
mindset
My
hidden parts
Cannot
be a solution to your heartaches
Though
the eyes of a witch doctors.
My
people
My
love
We
are civilised!
Save
me from these insecurities
Hardly
can I walk alone for fear
Fear
of being caged
And
eventually bid the world bye
Amputated
wildly
My
people
My
mother Africa
Save
me from this uncivilised death
And if I
must die
Let it
not be like a wild pig
Let me
nobly die
When my
time is ripe
By the
cloud’s clock
Monday, 3 August 2015
MY DARK SON O’ BARACK-By Lydia Ireri
Son
I
want to tell you a story
A
story of the black son
From
a dark womb
Born
in a dark land
Blend
in a dark pot
Who
came back yesterday
Carrying
the light from the world
Son
I
had a son before your breath
His
name was Dr.Luther King Junior
He
was a promising son
A
torch-bearer in this dark family
But
just before he could walk
A
thunder struck him on rainy day
When
we had gathered in a public ground
To
elect a dark leader
All
saw him kick the last
For
it was in an a open field
Waiting
to vote
On
a market day
My
heart was crushed son
Reduced
to a tot’s dot
My
fertility died in a flash
I
wept till night
For
the unfare gods
Had
robbed me him
Robbed
us light
In
the dark land
I
despised all males
Who
promised me a son
After
your brother was struck
Struck
by the gods may be
Just
before the cock crowed
I
remembered what your brother once told me
‘Ma’
bring home my brother from the market’
Before
the horizons were painted scarlet
Same
night
I
woke him up
The
man I shared a bed with
On
my safe days though
Because
I wanted a son
Brother
to Luther
His
name
Barack
O’
The
sun rose faster than the clock’s tick
And
you were conceived
Later
you came out
Lifting
your hand high
A
white hand
From
a dark womb
I
knew you were special
For
I wanted you son
Your
brother wanted you too
How
you were conceived
Was
special son
How
you came out
Was
special too
How
you grew up
Was
special too
How
you got education
Was
special too
Because
you are a dark son
With
a light brain
Son
your recent home coming
Made
my breast firm again
Just
like they were
When
I was fifteen
My
youth was
Rebirthed
Renewed
Just
like an eagle from hibernation
You
have made my black skin
The
World’s Icon
For
My
son was the first son
To
return home
On
the wings of a youthful eagle
From
a white land
You
rode on a white horse
Waving
to the black soil
The
black soil that conceived you son
The
soil that you ate growing up
Son
Ma’is
proud of you
Ma’
is pregnant again
I
hear you have assembled all
All
your uncles and aunts sons and daughters
I
hear you train them
To
be strong like tata madiba
May
his soul rest in peace!
Son
I
hear you call them YALI
I
first thought it was wali
Even
if I know not what it is
I
suppose it is more delicious
Than
the wali I cooked for your father
Long
live my son
The
son of a dark woman
From
a black land
Because
You
have made my womb white
Whiter
than snow son
You
have made me shine
More
than the bright star
I
bless thee son
On
this your Jubelee add four birthday
I
bless the seed of your loins
May
the heavens double and triple your days and seeds
To
see YALI stand tall
Taller
than you son
Here
in my whitened womb
Africa!
4th/08/2015.
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