Ever imagined how life would be if we just had one universal language and stop all the tribal wars just because people are from different tribes. Guys, let’s celebrate our tribal diversity instead of focusing on how different we are…we may be a long way from getting there but that’s why we have hope…for hope we live ( Caroline Nderitu – Acclaimed Poetess)

LA CULTURE DON’T JE REVE

Je rêve d’un culture

Parlant dans le monde entière

Apportant les gens ensemble

Une qui unit tout le monde

Tout dans le nom d’amour

Je rêve d’un culture

Qui évite la guerre

En faisant de la paix

Dans un monde detestable

Donnant l’espoir at la joie de vivre

Je voudrais pratiquer une culture

Une que tout le monde veut le practiquer

Don’t je sera fière

Don’t je sera parlerai

Une je partagerai avec les gens

La culture don’t je rêve

C’est une culture don’t je prière

Ce que J’aime, don’t j’espère

C’est tout dans cette culture

Vivant, interessant, mondial et parfait

Je l’attend

Composée par

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Karisa A. Kazungu

Life would be kinda hard if we were to run out of love. Just like oil is important to an engine, so is love – the energy source that lights up our hearts.

So let’s love…for these three remain, hope faith and love but the greatest of these is love (1st Corinthians 13:13).

RUN OUT

I would run out of words

If I were I to speak of my love for you

Not even the alphabet would suffice

In expressing the deep love in my heart

I would run out of ink

If I were to put down in black and white

What my mouth confesses to you day and night

The words of my heart’s delight

I would run out of new ideas

Of new ways to show you my love

That you’re the girl of my dreams

The girl that I need

I would run out of my mind

If I were to lose you my gal

If I didn’t have you right by my side

To be my love till death do us part

Written By

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Karisa Kazungu

I have nothing to say. Let the poem speak for itself

GOD NIAJE

I don’t know what to say

And I can’t see the way

The world is so gray

Almost everything is okay

I don’t want to live this way

I don’t want to live and regret

Life is so precious

And I don’t want to pretend

Even when am all alone

When left alone to roam

My heart will no more groan

Your hand will hold me close

Your staff will show me the road

You will show me where to cross

Your love won’t allow me to get lost

You will treat me like a rose

Protect me not to be trampled upon

Even when am confused

When I don’t know what to choose

When my mind is all but confused

When a dilemma makes me get confused

I know you will show me what’s true

That I may know a lie from a truth

And choose you coz you’re true

When my heart can’t see the way

Darkened by what I did or said

I know your light will be my guide

Shinning to give direction to my heart

That even through those darkest nights

When even the moon doesn’t come out to shine

Your light will be my sight

Written By

Karisa Kazungu

I’ve ever posted a stanza of a poem I wrote to my girl. That was just a piece of the iceberg, here’s the whole epitome…Enjoy…

IF LOVE IS…..

If love is a leap

Then inspire me to jump

No matter the love height

It’s you my heart wants

If love is a flower

Then you’re the one I’ve picked

Among all the roses

You’re the Lilly I need

If love is a novel

Let me hold you in my arms

So close to my heart

And never put you down

If love is oxygen

It’s you my heart breathes

The reason why I live

The reason my heart beats

By Karisa Kazungu

watch this space for upcoming valentine poems…….

Last sunday (3rd feb 2008),i was in church…i fellowship with ACK CATHEDRAL(MOMBASA MEMORIAL CATHEDRAL) and pasi FRED from WESLEY alipreach..he started by asking us to sema the words we have learned coz of the post-election violence(vocabularies).the responses were as funny as they were numerous and I’d lyk to share some with you…
Vandalized
looted
(katika sentence-I feel looted)
form 16a- ati sasa watu wanataka kusoma law…mshindwe
mediators
flawed elections
my learned friend
mr speaker sir
koswad(from the swahili word kosa-to do wrong)-katika sentensi-i feel koswad
vibayad-(frm swa word Vibaya)-i feel vibayad
skirmished-katika sentensi-i feel skirmished)

and the list is endless…but this one is funny…

I semad Internally Displaced
i thot u wuldn’t ask me to make a sentence using these vocas…
So katika sentence-i feel internally displaced in my heart..
More vocas in the future…

Semeni wadhii..kenya is going thru’ one of the most delicate experience since she got her independence..guys r dying in cold blood,neighbour against neighbour,kenyans being displaced in their own country,my gal not being able to travel from shags..a lot has happened in such a short time.am dumbfounded at how quickly the current situation has created ghost towns,orphans and unrest in the whole country..i can’t go to uni…why?coz of the chaos…my small bro can’t join a high skul far away from home…why again?yep!!!u guessed it right…coz of the chaos..ni hard.but amidst all this chaos,there’s still hope..there’s always hope..even when all seems to be lost.our country kenya is great…it can survive this…it will survive this…wasee…let’s maintain peace…and most of all,let’s put our hope and our trust in God.He’s faithful..peaceful week…

I want to talk abt my girl..hi ANGEL(that’s a nickname i gave to her)..she’s my angel in loving armour..Thanks honey 4 giving me a chance to love you.babie,u rock my world..i know u r far away but my love 4 you will always remain..am thinking about you…i miss you..
Dedication-Drive by Westlife
I LOVE YOU
JE T’AIME
NAKUPENDA
NAKUHENZA
ACHAMIN MISIN
NAKUCHAMA

This is 4 you…straight from heart central…

If love is a flower
Then you’re the one I’ve picked
Among all the roses
You’re the lilly I need

As i said b4 ,i love poetry..i have a file at home that i made recently.it’s a cute file with leaflets inside.my file is called MY BEST WORK YET..basically,it contains some of the poetry i’ve written and the best is yet to come..so watch this space…4 redefined poetry..4 the love of poetry….

HOPE

I couldn’t get out today

It’s been like that

Since a few days after voting day

Chaos and destruction

Throughout the day

Murder and mayhem

All during the day

I look out the window

My four walled bedroom

Now my temporary prison

The streets are deserted

Looks like they’re haunted

And even those who try to venture out

Only do so with weapons at hand

I cast my vote on that D-day

I remember just as if it was yesterday

Now it feels as if I cast away my hope

Waves of hopelessness sweeping me away

Am slowly drifting away

Far to the land of despair

I look at my friend

That neighbour behind my fence

His countenance had changed

The dazzling radiance on his face

Darkened by fumes from the streets

Washing away all the hope that’s left

And as I look at him

I can’t help but be afraid

Down on my knees I get

A few words to my creator I say

Lord, guard his heart, renew his mind

Let hate not be found inside

I know this country’s great

I know my neighbour won’t be the same

I know all seems to be lost

But one thing I also know

One thing I can bank on

Is that there’s still hope

Hope in Him who died on the cross

Hope in Jesus Christ our Lord