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 (Political versus Business Ethics),

Dear Molly. How are you? As always, I hope you are well. You know, there is something about you, something that made me inspire for better. Was it that rich smokers’ laughter of yours? The daring twinkle that flashed in your eyes when you were angry? The tight curl in your lips when you were about to lash out? Anyway, Molly, I continue with my business training. I am now thinking of business as warfare – the honourable kind of warfare; chivalry, observing the rules… not the Machiavellian 48-Laws-of-Power warfare where there is no honour, but only winning. Politics of deceit, our president calls it. Well, these past couple of days have been chilly… a precursor to June’s biting cold? Anyway, I am more often sad than happy during the cold months of June and July. I totally blame this on Sam Kahiga’s short story, ‘The Last Breath’ – if my memory serves me right. Off the ‘Encounters from Africa’ anthology. There is a way he made June and July sad. Pretty much like you wouldn’t tai...

My Once-Molly (The Job To Be Done),

My dear Molly, how are you? I hope you are good. I am well as well can be, with the flooding, the inflation, and all. Anyway, grapevine (or maybe, I am a stalker) has it that you are nowadays into the beauty business. Very soon, I too will be emulating you. We may be compatible at all, conquer the world together as business icons. My dear Molly, it may interest you to know that I am doing business training – my bank, UBA, and its founder, Tony Elumelu, is that special. Always seeking to empower African entrepreneurs. The excellent thing about the training is that it is very practical to today’s and the coming future business needs. As a matter of course, we also are directed to additional reading to widen our entrepreneurial minds. The Job To Be Done. Clayton M. Christensen. In the words of Johnny Nash, ‘I can see clearly now that the rain is gone. I can see all obstacles on my way…’ What a beauty this is! It is something you should look up, understand what is it you are selling to...

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...

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