#TributeToMama – Poetry by Oeba

I use my Mother‘s second name for she is Masculine

With belly muscles that stretch from the1st,2nd,3rd to the 9th month

But even stronger lip muscles that uttered words that moved my soul.

Call it the strength of a woman.

Words that have hands that give motherly touch from my mother,in lone tones,wispers and murmur
Shes got figure ,trust me.

Forget about that for she is my fatherly figure

Number 8 wont match,she hits 1st in this chat list

not on the anatomy of the waist downwards

But from the neck upwards,now she is the head of the family.

This words are sick,she got blood pressure,that wont kill her

Her smile is sweeter than diabetes.

The immortality of her smile defy the fact from dust to dust

She is never upset, unlike the  soil when you add water,

She never turns Mad
She is the little kind of short people you will ever strain to look upto

you might confuse her head with a furnished 6 story building

For she is smart, upstairs

walked in rags and tartared clothes to feed us

Thats why she is ever smart up here

Her mind is a musculine belly with pregnant thought always expectant at heart.

So i dont need tyra to show her how much she is my role model

She dosent walk straight but trust me,the foot prints i follow from her are

she must not wear transparent cloths so that God can see her through,

She prospers.
Not good in football

but in everything she always chipped in,

Bet she had soo many goals in Life

#Oebaism

#SwagNation_Ke

#TributeToMama

God Over Pride – Poetry by BrainsArtHeart

My heart got vulnerable by the successes the world offeredFrom your presence I seemed to be drawn far

I got drunk by my own efforts and didn’t appear even for a second to be sober

I was a passionate scoffer

I never noticed my spirituality was heading a low bar

And Pride

Pride stole your Glory as it became the armed robber

With my hands finding it hard to be lifted high above

But folded them and asked,”and so who is God?”

I never guarded my heart with gratitude

But instead boastful nature became my attribute

And humility became its substitute 

And my heart got flattered 

A ‘Thank you God’ is a phrase my mouth forgot to utter

Repenting never seemed my worry

And slowly..

Was the pace I was falling 

I never took notice

I increased my list of wants and wants and wants

Untill I disappeared from your precepts and became a fugitive tagged ‘wanted’

I forgot how it felt to kneel

And got to devicing new ways to lean

My comfort zone 

Where I felt It was just me,myself,and,I

Just me alone

I felt I was sorted 

My house was in order

I didnt see the need to be in your arms

I felt I was warmer

I didnt quite thought I needed a savior…

Until God allowed me squander all the temporal wealth I had gathered..empty

Reached rock bottom

You reached to me reminding me you are my rock of salvation

That you had me in mind when you gave up yourself for the world and the nations

Your love I didn’t fathom..

How you didnt gamble waiting for my return as a prodigal son

But as a one lost sheep you left the 99 and came after me

I call that greatest comeback

Lord

You always draw me back to you

In ways thoughts patterns only you know how you do

A mystery 

How once I persecuted you with my words and deeds but today am devoted to your ministry

Let me focus on winning souls and also the ultimate victory

And never to be distracted with my past and history

Since your plans for me gives me a hope and a future

I was once a fugitive

But today I confess to serve you Lord,together with my house..

God at times I stumble

With only I to be blame

And so I won’t give any excuse otherwise I would sound lame

And arguing with you would subject your name to a profane

So let the only sound that proceeds my voice box today be your fame

Let no achievement whatsoever wrestle your name

When pride tries to peep

Let humility be my zip

Hide me

Get my mind to rewind

And remember that your own breath fills my lungs

Remind me that when I appear despicable in your face 

All I need to redeem me is your grace

Remind me

That you died my death

And I get to live your life

That am dead to sin 

And alive in righteousness

So kill it

Any element that may try to contend with my You-given Spirit

Dear God

When pride 

Tries to exceed your grace

Remind me that its your air that I breath

And let only your Glory be the element that I inhale 

And pride be the disaster that I exhale

And by that let me say ex hell.
Prov 30:7-9

“..Feed me with the food needful for me..”
Give me wealth that adds no sorrow
If my pride ever exceeds your grace God

Remind me

Its your air that I breath.
Wachira. 
BrainsArtHeart
#TeamJesus.

#SwagNation_Ke

#GodOverPride

#GodAboveEverything

Happy Easter – By K-Lax

​💓 _SPOKEN WORD_ 💓

💓 _Happy Easter_💓

💓 _Audio_ 💓

💓 _k-lax_ 💓

We living in the days when lugha inatumika inashangaza

Utaskia Boy akisema kuna dem amemkufia 

Unabaki ukijiuliza mazishi ndiyo inafuata ama..

Ukifuatilia pale inbox ataingizwa box na texts kama your smile kills me

Unashangaa huyu msee kwani hukufa mara ngapi ….

Juu kama smile ingekuwa inaua si ni vipofu tu wangekuwa hai…
Am not ashamed kusema only Christ died for me and today He has Risen

On the Cross He was crucified sababu ya mimi na wewe

So that again we be unified na pamoja tuishi milele.

He went through pain

In order for me to gain..eternity
Only for his love to me

Alinipenda before nimpende

Alinipenda despite my wrong doings

Alinipenda while i was a drunkard

Alinipenda despite the dirty talks

Alinipenda despite my immorality

Alinipenda despite everything

And as if that wasnt enough.. He died for me.
Hata uoge mara ngapi huwezi osha dhambi

Only through His Death that my sins were washed away

And He tells us to repent tukikosea anatusamehe

Soma Hebrews 10:26 one of the verses i like meditating on.
Najua ni Easter Jogoo zimegeuka nomads

Najua ni Easter mbuzi na Ngombe zimekuwa IDPs

Even As we Celebrate however we choose to

Lets remember…. We are alive because He made a sacrifice…..
📝… k-lax…📝
💓 _Happy Easter to you All_💓

Situmiki Vibaya – K-lax

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*✌SPOKEN WORD✌*

*✌Situmiki vibaya✌*

*✌          K-lax          ✌

Kama Tissue zingekuwa na mdomo wengi wetu tungekuwa jela

“Nilimwagiliwa maji nkararuka,,wakakosa saviet wakantumia,,”

“Wanadamu ndio malandlord na septic tank ndio keja mi hurent,,”

“Napendwa sana in the beginning but in the end mi ni waste product.”
The same thing ndio tumeona ikihappen in our political climate

Normal citizens tumekuwa kama tissue,,and i better say this now before its 2 late

Yaani mimi ndio nakusaidia ,,unafaidika na ukisaidika ninadumpika..

This time round i got One word for you.

NO.. *Situmiki vibaya*
Najua huyu neigbour wangu anaitwa peter

Na mi huwasalimia kila morning na madam wake wakipita

Ile saying ya salimianga watu  kiberiti huisha kwangu na yeye ni practical

So In No way shall i ever be an enemy to my neighbour,,mtu tunasaidiana daily

In. No way shall i fight my fellow kenyan eti juu yako..

Still one word for you

NO.. *Statumika vibaya*
I Choose *Peace*

I Choose *Love*

I Choose *Unity*

I choose *Kenya*

Haiya…

By the way Naitwa K-lax yule wa NCR

Lecturer wangu nI The Most High God,

Course nafanya ni Architecture juu kuchonga mistari ndio Passion yangu.
Peace✌✌

We Are One 🇰🇪

ERICOO THE GREAT POET

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We are a swag nation
A collection of youths yearning for eternal life celebration
Acquired via salvation a portion for us in continuation
Contamination to the nation
Unsuccessfully they tried only to realize amazing grace’s protection
Collectively insures
All you need for subscription is a connection
With Jesus; the only way to the father the truth and the life
To whom neither nationality nor complexion
Matters. Both light and dark proportionally share the love
Crus fiction of our Christ completely withdrew nations’ doom
Jesus’ blood had strong Wrath extinguishing
Power enough to let God grant us second chance
We are saved with amazing grace

Back to the days

Poetry by Markus Mwanik

Markus na God

copy-of-vintage-fashion-flyer1I want to go back to the days, not the days when lived in grass thatched houses and wore hides and skins, no… but back to the days….

Back to the days when there was a distinction between wrong and right, black and white, and not this shade of grey

The days when a wrong was not justified to be a right just because everyone was doing it

Back in the days when it was easy to tell the difference between a man and a woman by just looking at them, right now am not sure if its Audrey or Andrew…you tell me

When we had Adam and Eve and not Adam and Steve

When skinny jeans were for actually for skinny people

Back in the days when marriage was sacred and meant going to church, in front of friends and family and making it official and not just changing…

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SON WHILE YOU WERE AWAY

Poetry by VeeyTendo

Son,while you were away
When you’d gone astray
And had left your fellow sheep
You’d left fellowship
I didn’t stop loving you
No,in my heart I still held you
I didn’t move an inch
From my mercies seat
I wasn’t out of reach
I was waiting for you to seek
My face
My arms have been wide open
To receive you,I was hoping
That soon you’d be back
And not show me your back

Welcome back to kingship👑
No,you won’t be a servant
I hope you remember how you used to wear your crown😉😜
Forget about the shame🙈
And watch me lift you to fame💪🏻
Stop looking away in embarrassment
Look me in the eye,come here for an embracement
Bring your brokenness
And let me mend your pieces
Will you trust?
That I will make them into something beautiful?
Bring your tears😢
Cast away all fears
Let go of the guilt
And let me uplift
You

Why hold on to what I have forgotten?
You have read my word,
Have you seen anywhere I lie?
Can I promise you life and let you die?
Or say that I’m the light
And let you roam in darkness?
Do you really get it when I say that I remember your sins no more?
For you,I have and will always fight
Your burdens I have and will always make light
So now,will you forget what lies behind
And let me make all things new?
©veeytendo

💓What is Love💓

POETRY BY 🔥K:::L::A::X🔥

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The rate at which hii word inareact na sisi is so fast a Chemical reaction catalyzed by lust and the end Product inakuwa na kutu yaani imerust.
Koz we no longer have love but lust
Ndio maana the love we have never lasts
Yaani nowadays Love imekuwa perishable kuliko miraaa that’s why its obtained very fast and lost very fast.
To the extent that ata mwenye aliandika Dictionary ameambukizwa
Kulead to us defining love As A Feeling.
So what is love?

We living in a Generation yenye The only Love that is hitting airwaves is the Love for money.
Yaani pesa ingekuwa na uhai wengi wetu tungefanya harusi.
Juzi juzi nikaskia ameuliwa just because of 10shillings
Tangu lini ten bob ikalinganishwa na uhai?
What is this Love.?

Sometimes ni Vipoa ku imagine sababu ni free of charge hailipishwi
Imagine a world without even a token of love.
Vile Mosquitoe hukuuuma inabakisha damu ya kesho kukuonyesha atleast inakupenda
Imagine ziamue Kunyonya yote.
Vile dogs our domestic pets hutingiza mkia kutuonyesha zinatupenda
Imagine hio mkia ismame
Imagine that love faded!
Uone vile human race inaeza isha before the end of the race

But Let’s now come back to reality
What is love?
swali si Nani
Tunapenda inamake sense skuhizi ni
Wapi tunapenda!
Simply meaning watu tulipenda waligeuka kuwa vitu tunapenda.
And If Unanielewa,We living in the days where people love the features and not the creature.
So Kwanini utumike kama kitu ilhali wewe ni mtu!!!?

Nilifunzwa ni Roho huwa inapenda
But skuhizi naona ni macho inapenda
Kumaanisha if you lost the ability to see
You have simply lost the ability to love.
Na ni ukweli coz dem Akiamka kuenda Job yeye anaona ako sawa
Juu amevalia Spaghetti Chini amevalia Carrot
Lakini Fisi akimwangalia,Kwake yeye ni Supper
But even the Blind do love.
So what is love?

Love is not expressed by what we see or feel
Love is expressed by what we do to others
Love is not a measure of how worth the Flowers He shall bring to you.
But how much you worth to him more than the flowers.
Because Kama maua Ndio ingekuwa inapima Mapenzi si basi Meru ingekuwa the hotspot of love

If We really knew What love is Hakungewahi kuwa na rape cases
If we really knew what love is
Hakungewahi kuwa na Divorce cases
If we really knew What love is as a country hakungewahi kuwa na Bloodshed.
If we really understood why Christ Died for us all then we could understand what love really is.

Utasoma Mathew 22:37 itakwambia love the Lord your God with all your heart soul and mind.
Uteremeke Mathew 22:39 itasema love your neighbour as you love yourself
Ukisoma John3:16 Try and understand why God sent His Only Son.
Then ukae chini ujiulize what really is this love?

Jesus expressed His Love to us By Actions.
All the people that he came across
He showed love.
He loved unconditionally
We should love even those which we dont expect to love us back.
And that is the love we want
So Love is not a feeling.
Love is a deed.

💓what is Love💓
©k-lax