THE LITTLE ACTIONS- By Lydia Ireri

MAKIMEI CHILDREN’S HOME

By Lydia Ireri.

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Jubilation were all over at Makimei Children’s home. This happened on Sunday 4th afternoon in October 2015. The home was visited by a number of well-wishers. Among the visitors were children from different church groups and guides. Different organizations too were present. Touch a Teen organization was present in large numbers as well as African Royal Voice Limited. These organizations among many others presented gifts to the children in the home. Basic needs were among the issues addressed by the well-wishers like food and clothing.

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 Fun moments made the climax of the day where kids were led into singing and dancing by one of the volunteer team members. It was quite encouraging when the management handed over to us a wedding invitation card of one of the former kids who will be walking down the aisle on 5^th/12/2015 in Kikuyu area Nairobi Kenya. The most challenging issues were lack of role models that the children would look up to; Lack of motivation thus leading to low self esteem among others. Provision of quality education and basic needs was highlighted as the striving to achieve goals. This is a call to the public to put on a smile to the less fortunate in their vicinity. The manager of the home confirmed the challenges she faces bringing up kids in the home. This calls for sacrifice and understanding since it can risk one’s family relationships and friendship since not everyone dances into this rhythm.

I THRIVE- By Lydia Ireri.

I want to save you sweat,
Rescue your soul from the burning coal,
Can I tell you about me a blink?
So that tonight you may dream,
Of the light you have tried to cover in me.

It might upset you to know,
I thrive in hard times,
My light shines most in dark hours,
But this,
Will save you from sleepless and dreamless nights,
That are your tick.

It might devastate you to know,
My banks overflows in drought,
And I harvest during famine,
You know what?
My orchard calls all,
When the wells are long dry.

It might agitate you to know,
I shake my hips like I mean it,
When everyone holds their limbs in cold,
Simply because I am an empress.

It might fail your grands and emotions to know,
My wells becomes yummy and spicy,
When it is swampy,
Just for you to know.

Does my beauty make you frown,
Do you still get jealous of my portable size?
I grow slender and tender daily,
Just for you to know.

Can I tell you a secret about me?
I thrive and succeed in dark moments,
Aha,
Anything you can do about that?
So, spare your heart a fail,
Stop exposing my rainbows,
'cause just like a young butterfly,
My soul and body beauties are naked,
Safe in nature,
Just for you to know.

This might wake you up from your slumber,
When I let you know,
The stones you throw at me,
I have learnt the art of making them a foundation,
That raises me up to a higher ground!

I MISS THE LETTER WRITING DATES!-By Lydia Ireri

The dates were full of life
When we met our loved ones
In the valley side, mountains, by the riverside
Most beautifully sitting under a coconut tree in the middle of the night.

I remember watching every move made by every star
Vividly I can still see
The domestics
Pleading with hedges
For freedom
And enjoy the night jumping like a cow on heat
I remember listening to every move made waters
Quite flow of waters down the streams
The wind running past our ears
Whispering love peace and unity
Oh
The meaningful dates
That went down the drains

Our hands would lock in warmth
Our breath would keep other's warm
Till the crack of dawn
When birds would conclude the dates with melodies

Where are letter writing days?
Since whatssup has killed our warmth
Where are the letter writing days?
When dates where not blind

"Action, however small is better than mere intention" said His Excellency Uhuru Kenyatta-By Lydia Ireri

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.

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!

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

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!

4^th/08/2015.