STYLLE MUNDALLO

STYLLE MUNDALLO

WE SHALL NEVER FORGET!

-1998 BOMB LAST ATTACK IN KENYA!

Over 200 lives lost.

So dear,

Mother, father, son, daughter, brother, sister, uncle, aunty, grandpa, grandma, neighbor, friend!

Today serves twenty years since you left

Many things have happened ever since

We have heard an election year and another

Other attacks too, we lost students in Garrisa University attack

Westgate too stole the lives of many

We have heard a president and another

They're times we have laughed, but truth is many times we have cried

The Son you left in my stomach is 20 years now

The wound you left in my heart is 20 years old

But we are breathing just fine

Trying to recall each of the memories we lost

We never forget!

The tree you left 20 years ago, this days we eat its fruits

The clothes you left behind ran out of fashion

Time flies and the world is fast moving

The songs you used to sing this days they are played on Thursdays

They call it throw back Thursday

This days women are crushed on Wednesdays

The sons you left behind, some are preachers, some are thieves

The car you left us with is still dying outside the veranda

Your daughter is still in our hands, in university now

She talks just like you, eats just like you, her smile is just the same as yours

She has learnt to live without a mother

Though sometimes she's all alone under the tree, crying, probably hoping, wishing

But we are breathing just fine

We never forget!

The women in the church choir miss your company

Your friend David succumbed to Cancer

We actually wished him alive, but today is two years since we lost him

We read your name time to time at the embassy

Sometimes we wake up to go see that name one more time

Deep in our hearts hope tells us that we shall find you there

But then we don't, and pain hits us one more time

We promised to be strong, but not always, we have cried the more

See, that Coat you left behind

Jenny shows it to every visitor

She washes it hoping you would put it on someday

I always pretend I don't see her, but she cries every time she holds it

Jenny loved you

But we are breathing just fine

We never forget!

The government promised us Compensation

They did, they did promise

But we have got nothing ever since

We have nursed out own wounds

Paid our own bills

Eaten on our own sweat

Bleeding at heart but smiling with hurt

But we, we have a heart of forgiveness

We have with us, a spirit of forgiveness

We have cried, yes! Pain and pain and pain, Yes

But we have forgiven son, with us a heart so free

Forginess has lead us by!

Its 2018,20 years since you left

Keep resting

We are battling, struggling with wounds

Sometimes we come visiting

At that place they wrote your name

Hopeful to find you there

Hopeful to see you again

Only to find your name, in our hands flowers

To mark yet another year without you

Its painful painful, very painful, we have cried, yes we have, we have been broken, so much!

But We are breathing just fine

We never forget!

DEAR MALIA!

Its long miss since last I wrote,

Hope you breath fine to dot,

My innocent pen again has to jot,

Words in phrase, and love the plot,

And so down to paper I ink,

Forgive me, for poetry is my link!

Forgive my last letter miss,

For in it I requested for a kiss,

Rudely I had to ask, but please,

Let the bygones go, again I ask for peace,

Hope days are only adding beauty,

For the last time I checked, still I say pretty!

Hope you told your father about our love,

For not soon shall it take a curve,

Hope you remember my village,

The small hut you spent the night,

And when darkness fell and you needed the light,

I told you my future shall dawn bright,

From grass to grace because your father has the might!

Say my name Malia,

Smile as I walk you down the Nile,

Give you love till you hold me responsible for your smile,

Climb with you the ladder of life,

When we tire, your father shall give us tickets to fly,

And take love to the air, down to lie.

Hope soon you give me a call,

So I can cling to the pole,

Talk to the owner of my soul,

But my shoe! Kindly send me another sole,

My ink is out,

Just that for today!

DEAR KAMANDE!

So just in case you won't live to live again

Then pass my Greetings to all the sons and daughters of limited hope

Am sure shooting death is a waste of bullets

So Let me not lie that I know what you are going through

Because never in my life have I ever received a death penalty, I only build death lines in my death stanzas to create a death poem

I love penalties, not death, I love life, not penalties!

Let me not judge you, No!

Singing a sweet dirge in a wedding is still bitter

Let me not say that what you did Is justified

No, that's not what I am saying, No!

Because a family lost a son through your knife

I wasn't there but if media is anything to go by

Then rest in peace Son of the knife

Taken by snubs and buried by blood

But then Jesus asked, "if any of you has never sinned then throw the first stone "

I love penalties, not death, I love life, not penalties!

So dear Ruth Kamande

If I met you on the street

Your Smile is not anything I could retreat, and I know am not alone

And maybe if you asked me to guess your name

I would probably guess Rose

Not because I love Rose's, but because I love flowers

You are young and beautiful

Maybe given a chance, you wouldn't have done what you did

The problem is that chance maybe will never chance itself to yet another chance

But Jesus said "Let anyone who has never sinned throw the first stone"

I love Penalties, not death, I love life, not penalties!

May the Soul of the Son of snubs rest in peace

And may the Heavens open for yet another chapter of his

Maybe your knife was full of ache

But maybe your heart was full of love

Maybe your knife was full of anger

But your anger was full of Unknown

Maybe we have never loved like you did

But let me not throw the first stone

See, make peace with your heart

Ruth Kamande!

Some of us are still outside here

Because we have only killed in our minds

Killed in our hearts

Killed dreams, killed talents

Killed hope, killed chances

Killed hearts, killed love

Killed humility, killed sacrifice

Killed goodness, killed mercy

But we are still surviving, till proven guilty

We built our own prisons dear, and it us to live in them

May you find peace in your days alive

Forgive, pray and hope

Am sorry, maybe this is false hope

But I was born a poet, and I still believe your, our Better Days Are Right Ahead Of Us!

And God looked back at what he had done, And he said "it is good"

STYLLE MUNDALLO