Browsing: Written Word (Poetry)

For the greatest of works are not wrought out of dread,
But spring from a heart that is valued and full.
The courage to conquer what lies up ahead,
Is first fortified where the home’s beautiful.

If you want power, move like someone who’s sick of being powerless.

That gym you won’t walk into? That phone call you won’t make? That business you keep postponing?
They’re all bricks in the wall between you and the man you swore you’d become.

Disturb us, Lord, to dare more boldly,

To venture on wider seas

Where storms will show your mastery;

Where losing sight of land,

We shall find the stars.

Our joy isn’t loud—it hums like morning.
It’s the fifth retelling of a joke that’s worn thin,
but the laughter itself is the sun—
the warmth we keep within.

It’s coffee in silence, a note on the stairs,
a dance in the kitchen, a soft goodnight.
It’s the cathedral we build from everyday things,
not grand, but quietly right.

We learn that blame is a weight that sinks us,
That only self-accounting sets us free.
With every thunderclap, we call ourselves home,
Drawing strength from the storm’s white heat.
In this crucible, we forge resilience—
The steel of souls hardened by the sea

🌪️ So let the winds shout. Let the storm strip every sail.  

We will not sink, for our Rock is Jesus.  

He is the hidden reef beneath us,  

the foundation we didn’t see but now stand on.  

No wave too tall. No night too long.  

His light breaks every chain.  

His kindness runs wider than the sea.

Should he pour the only water he had into a pump that might not even work? Should he risk everything—his life—for a chance at something better?

He could now drink the water and possibly survive. Or, he could trust a stranger’s words and pour everything into an uncertain future.

This was no longer about water.
It was about belief.

They are the quiet healers, the ones who find broken wings and help them remember how to fly. Their gift is not just their ability to feel deeply, but their willingness to act on those feelings—to extend themselves for the sake of another, even when they have little left to give.

When your mind spirals into shadow,
Pause—breathe into the pause.
Quiet can unmask lies,
Let truth step forward, steady and kind.

There, our colors blaze eternal,
a panorama of rescued souls set free.
No smudge remains, no dark remains,
just endless light and victory.

STAYING IN TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS
One bad partnership can erase years of your progress. Partners who drain confidence, mock ambitions, or sabotage your financial goals are liabilities—cut them.
Action step: List relationships that consistently leave you depleted. Set boundaries or exit.

Strength lies in vulnerability—
In the raw admission of “I’m afraid.”
How can one cry without strength?
How can one love without courage displayed?

Leadership Is Not a License

Kenyan leaders must remember: power is not ownership—it is stewardship. To those using state institutions for personal vendettas or political scores, know this:

– No title shields you in the end.
– No uniform erases accountability.
– No regime lasts forever.

You may escape earthly justice for now. You may wield fear in the midnight hours.
But justice waits—for every abduction, for every bullet, for every bloodstained silence.

Before the courts, and more gravely—before God.

So hear us now.
We are not afraid.
We sing for those the dark betrayed.

For every name that didn’t return,
We light a candle. Let it burn.

Let it burn through fear and charades.
Let it ignite the slow, charred braids
Of justice crawling to the gate—
Because silence, too, can suffocate.

And when the people rise—unarmed,
With banners, voices, truth in hand—
They meet the boots, the batons, threats,
As if to speak was to offend.

But how do you kill a million minds?
A people’s will that will not fold?
Strike one down—ten more rise,
Spines carved from truths too old to hold.

Threats are rain upon scorched earth.
They water rage, not fear or retreat.
A leader who deafens his ears to pain
Will one day kneel in that same street.