Tomorrow never comes.

If I knew it would be the last time that I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly, and pray the Lord your soul to keep.
If I knew it would be the last time that I'd see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss, and call you back for just one more.

If I knew it would be the last time I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would tape each word and action, and play them back throughout my days
If I knew it would be the last time, I would spare an extra minute or two,
To stop and say "I love you," instead of assuming you know I do.

So just in case tomorrow never comes, and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you, and I hope we never will forget.
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance you get to hold your loved one tight.

So if you're waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes, you'll surely regret the day
That you didn't take that extra …

Amani tuithamini

Abadan sitasita, nitakwenda kwa haraka, Amani kuitafuta, kwa udi na uvumba, Kisimani cha haki, milimani ‘bondeni, Amani jambo muhimu, Wakenya tuithamini.
Amani majumbani, amani mashuleni, Ufanisi twaupata, ikiwepo amani, Uhasama uwe mbali, undugu uwe karibu, Amani jambo muhimu, Wakenya tuithamini.
Viongozi twawasihi, uhasidi ‘sichochee, Amani ihubirini, mashambani na mijini, Kanisani misikitini, izagae kotekote Amani jambo muhimu, Wakenya tuithamini
Wananchi tahadharini, ukabila tuepusheni, Viongozi chagueni, ‘tendakazi zingatieni, Asotenda jukumule, uongozi siingie, Amani jambo muhimu, Wakenya tuithamini
Kumbukizi zatujia, mwongo mmoja umepita Jamaa zetu kapotea, mali nyingi kaharibiwa, Sababuye twaifahamu, uchochezi na ukabila, Amani jambo muhimu, wakenya tuithamini.

Mugabe does it again

He’s an enigma. He’s controversial. He’s a dictator. He’s Mugabe, Africa’s strong man, at least after the famous Gadaffi so unceremoniously relinquished that title upon his demise. He’s not loved by many;  in fact he’s an enemy to almost anyone alive, more so his countrymen. So much so that he has several of them thinking and imagining of how God should promptly dispatch him on his way so that there arises a more deserving president for the poverty stricken country of Zimbabwe.
But love him or hate him, he has a side that many have come to acknowledge, if not appreciate altogether. He has taken upon himself (unopposed of course) the title of Africa’s wisest man. As wise as Solomon, they say (or is it the owl?) He has penned and spoken some of the funniest, witty, downright crude (but wise all the same) quotes that have kept the whole of African academia on tenterhooks, trying to analyse the sense of the said comments.
Even though it is still debateable whether all the quotes attribu…

Spoils of love

You’ve broken my heart into several tiny pieces
And shattered whatever trust I had for you
You’ve driven my heart to agony and anguish
And left me all alone as spoils of your love.

You were convinced I was beneath your class
That you were way out of my league
You said that I didn’t deserve you.
And said I couldn’t afford you.

I am poor, as poor as can be,
I don’t have many possessions in this world;
I’ve got neither a title to my name
Nor a rich relative to brag about.

But isn’t true love supposed to be blind:
Blind to one's social standing and class,
Oblivious to circumstances that hinder
And blind to the limitations of the one you love?

Isn't it the case that love is enough?
Isn't it true that true love always triumphs?
Don't you have a little bit of love left for me?
Does wealth for you come first;
Financial security before assurance of love,
Social standing before matters of the heart?

I thought we would love each forever.
You promised to always love me,
Swore tha…

Missing you

I don’t understand why you had to go so suddenly.
I can’t come to terms with the naked truth.
That I won’t ever see you again
Is a bitter pill I have to swallow each day.

I wish you had stayed around for longer;
I wish I had some more time with you:
I could have said the things I had kept back,
I could have laid my heart bare before you.

I don’t remember saying ‘I love you’ much
Even though you were the queen of my heart.
I couldn’t bring myself to say those words out loud
A man is not supposed to be weak, I thought.

But now you are gone away forever
And I can’t tell you this now.
I’m told people listen where you are
But it won’t be the same as it’d have been then.

It’s hard to bear the loneliness and the pain
I’m afraid I’m gonna lose my mind
I don’t know if I will ever love another
Though I’m pressed to each day by my friends.

It’s been five years now since you were gone,
Yet I can’t bring myself to move on
You left an empty space in my heart
A vacuum that may never be filled up.


Hanging by a thread

We always imagine that we have a grasp on things:
The stocks are going up,
The business has broken even and turns in profit,
Our jobs are secured: permanent and pensionable;
Our families are well catered for for years to come
Our debts are well within manageable limits.
We eat, drink and make merry
For tomorrow we die.
We never imagine for once that
We’re just hanging by a thread.
The doctors have a rough idea
Of how much it takes to keep us alive
How our brains keep on labouring day and night
How our hearts work without a moment’s rest
Pumping precious life though our veins and arteries
Keeping us alive and kicking.
We never stop to imagine how things could go so wrong in the twinkling of an eye
A simple bacterium, a punitive virus attacks our system
And we’re soon lying flat
Poised between this world and the next
Hanging by a thread
A snap of a finger on the steering wheel
And the speeding vehicle lands in a ditch
A press on the trigger and someone bites the dust
An unknown vir…

A better place

Do the strong always have their way in this life?
Are the oppressed always to wait for the redemption which never comes?
Is life all about survival of the fittest? Is there no hope for humanity after the grave?
Is this struggle all that there’s to life?
Is there a better place at all?
Will the strong always oppress the weak?
Will those in power always have their way?
Will the prisoner hope and wait for the day hell be free?
Will the poor always be at the mercy of the wealthy?
Will justice always be perverted in the courts?
Will corruption go on unpunished?
Will virtue always lose and vice always triumph?
Will love always retreat in the face of hatred?
Isn’t there a better place, a place of rest?
A place where the poor will finally rest;
Where the oppressed will have their justice,
And the weak looked after by the strong.
I look for a better place,
I look for a place of rest for my weary soul.
A place I wouldn’t be afraid to be me
Where I won’t be afraid of anything.
I look for a bet…

Letting go

Camp Malta, Sagana.
Sounds exotic, right?
Well, that’s where we were headed for a retreat. I hadn’t retreated before, not in the strictest sense and meaning of the word. What I was used to were those campus outfits in which we played around, asked questions, the foremost and most important being about relationships. I believe that’s the reason most people attended those functions.
This was a real retreat.  We were gone for a whole week. A whole week, mark you! Were we pampered? Well, you could say that. But most important were the lessons learnt during the entire debrief session.


I’ve always disliked walls in my life. Unless, of course, they are designed to keep the cold and the animals away. Other than that, walls serve no constructive purpose in my opinion. They simply serve to block progress and place unnecessary barriers in one’s way. But not this particular kind of wall.

It was wooden….
And strong….
And 2.5metres high…..
And smooth.
It was admirable. We were doing a lot of admiring …