Maisha ya Mwanamume

Maisha ya Mwanamume

Hapo awali, maisha ya mwanamume kawa rahisi
Kazi yake ni: kuilinda, kuitunza na kuiongoza jamii
Kwa makini, yeye kawa mshauri na muuguzi
Taifa kawa na ustawi, mwongozo wake mema maadili.

Ila leo, mfumo kabadilika, jina maendeleo
Ya Kizungu, mambo, macheo hadi machweo
Mila, desturi tokomea, Uafrika sahaulika
Wa kiume mwana, uume hana tena.

Hapo awali, mwana wa mume lake rika
Baada ya kazi, wake wenza wampe wosia
Tunza bibi hivi, vipi uisimamishe jamii
Fumbo, methali, semi - zamfunza mengi.

Elimu sasa ya Kizungu, huru jitawale mja
Vazi chaguo langu, hasemezeki wangu dada
Elimu hii sumu, pesa anazo – gari, madaraka
Atoa kutu – apendavyo - pasi kujali ndoa.

Hapo awali, ndoa adhimu, mfano wa kuigwa
Bwana bibi, dhambi adimu, kaepuka zinaa
Fungate safi, milele idumu, shemeji mmoja
Jalali bariki, kifaa sio butu, ofisi bila doa.

Sasa maisha sherehe, haina rika hii pombe
Waume wake, vijana tangamana na wazee
Sababu yake, ndugu - utajiri na uchochole
Hana mbele, kijana, hamtembelei shehe.

Nani gari lake kubwa, vazi jipya, majibwa yabweka
Sauti kuu ya pesa, itakupa heshima, dharau utapata
Uchochole unapokupata, kombo waona wewe kengeza
Umaskini ukoma, marafiki na ndugu wamekutoroka.

Madaraka ulijisifia, sasa kazi kaisha, wote wanakusengenya
Wamefunga nyumba, bibi ametoroka, tumbo limezoea njaa
Heshima imeshuka, tabasamu zimeisha, wakali wanadada
Kanisa haina hurumu, toa, toa, toa… kwa kukimbilia hamna.

Simu bubu, mbona usiiuze? makao vichochoro
Siku zote usiku, balaa lishe, maisha yako ovyo
Baya dudu, si mtu wewe, tamu pipa makombo
Mwana wa Adamu, kiwete, wakaribia mwisho.

Kitanzi, kamba shingoni, ndoto hii ina mazimwi
Telezi miti, kinaya ng’o! leo kamwe hafi nyani
Sauti, kuu… mziki, ipo siku, kaja wako mwokozi
Safari, mui kawa mwema, neema tupu hii bahati.

Useremela, ujuzi na maarifa, ndogo karakana
Ndoa mpya, pombe sahaulika, sasa kawa kiwanda
Sala, shukrani daima, wanawake tamaa, zima
Pesa, haina tawala, nyenyekevu sasa tabia.

Wosia kwa vijana wa kiume, mashaka epuka
Siku zote wewe yatima, jikuze kila dakika
Maana yako unapozalisha, jifichie yako akiba
Majira, panda shuka, mwanamume ameokoka.

Comments

My-Once Molly (Praying for a Rainbow),

Dear Molly, I hope you are ok and are keeping safe in these floods. As for me, I am heartbroken. I am in pain. My mind, my body, my spirit aches. I am numb with grief. As is the nation of Kenya. The picture just won’t get out of our minds – the father, trudging stoically, his dead, muddy son slung over his shoulder. It’s a devastating image… the screams, elsewhere, as a boat capsizes, the swollen river swallows a lorry… Izrael has visited the land. Dear Molly, a while back, the nation faced drought. Then, images of dead livestock, emaciated men, women and children, parched, cracked earth, haunted our screens. Elsewhere where there was a glut in food production, the farmers cried for their fellow starving countrymen. They demanded for lorries to traverse the rutted roads and take the produce to their brethren… collectively, we prayed for rain. Dear Molly... will we ever catch a break as Kenya? The Covid-19 pandemic that paralysed lives and livelihoods in 2020 as we recovered from th...

My-Once Molly (thinking of Valentine),

My-Once Molly… the girl who broke my heart, the one who got away, the one who promised me the world and left me to survive alone – typical of our Kenyan politicians… I hope you are good. Now, as February – the month of love – lurks about, I find myself thinking of you. Thing is, my dear Molly, I have new neighbours. A young couple, very much in love like we once were. The young lady, her name is Val… maybe Valentine… I don’t know. This Val, a spirited girl with rich, deep, heaving laughter - almost like yours. Her smile… ah! You should see it. The shine of the morning sun distilling the dew upon cool meadows… I am totally in love with her. Alarmingly, she teases me much and I am getting ideas… Molly, dear, wherever you are, please pray for me… the temptation is too much. If you don’t, the frail creature that I am may fall. This, despite having numerous songs in my playlist to warn me. Invariably, Majengo – that infamous locale – does a dishonourable appearance in most of them… ‘Maj...

My Once-Molly (A Theft),

Hi Molly. How are you? The floods are here and I almost drowned – should have gone for swimming lessons as you often times suggested. Anyways, I now walk with a motorcycle tire’s tube and pump in my backpack. DIY lifesaver gear as instructed by Grade 3 CBC cohort. Dear Molly, as I informed you last time, I shifted. Partly, the floods, partly, change, partly, finances. This Creative Writing journey is taking a bit of time to yield fruits, but I hang on, consoled by the words of one Ernest Hemingway, whose ending was horrible: “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” Where I shifted to, is a downgrade. ‘Mabati’ rooms – plenty of stories, though as living is communal and one’s business is everyone’s business. Such as the recent theft – a woofer, charger, ‘meko’ gas, a bar of soap, and a bucket of maize flower - that’s how ‘flour’ is pronounced, FIY. Must have been pretty hungry, them thieves. How it unfolded. A bit of commotion early mor...

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