tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40149756111355112502024-03-28T17:31:58.680+03:00Kennedy OdhiamboI teach, creatively!Kennedy Odhiambo Otienohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05832519953555693073noreply@blogger.comBlogger229125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014975611135511250.post-34140411669492669112024-03-28T17:31:00.001+03:002024-03-28T17:31:27.054+03:00Nyabuwalla <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>In the heart of dawn's embrace, Nyabuwalla stands,<div>A lady of resilience, forged by life's demanding hands.</div><div>In her eyes, a story, etched with trials profound,</div><div>For she knows true strength in challenges abound.</div><div><br></div><div>Through the tempest's fury and the darkest of nights,</div><div>She found her essence, her spirit taking flight.</div><div>In the crucible of struggle, her character was honed,</div><div>Each obstacle a stepping stone, her courage boldly shown.</div><div><br></div><div>For it's in the depths of hardship, where diamonds find their shine,</div><div>And amidst the rugged terrain, her spirit learned to climb.</div><div>The easy path may beckon with its comfort and its ease,</div><div>But it's through adversity, one's true mettle sees.</div><div><br></div><div>With each hurdle conquered, Nyabuwalla grew tall,</div><div>Her soul a testament to resilience through it all.</div><div>For a life devoid of challenges, though it may seem serene,</div><div>Lacks the depth of wisdom, the strength to intervene.</div><div><br></div><div>So let her story inspire, let her journey be your guide,</div><div>Embrace the storms that test you, let your spirit be your pride.</div><div>For in the pursuit of character, in overcoming strife,</div><div>We find the truest essence of a resilient life.</div>Kennedy Odhiambo Otienohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05832519953555693073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014975611135511250.post-22001206446261826342024-03-27T12:11:00.001+03:002024-03-27T12:11:41.212+03:00Ochoki<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>In the shadows of life, Ochoki stands tall,<div>Observing the world, both big and small.</div><div>In his gaze, a wisdom, deep and true,</div><div>He ponders a virtue, rare and few.</div><div><br></div><div>Consistency, he muses, a gem so fine,</div><div>Yet elusive, like stars that refuse to align.</div><div>In the ebb and flow of human endeavor,</div><div>It's consistency that makes souls truly clever.</div><div><br></div><div>Through trials and triumphs, day by day,</div><div>Consistency guides, showing the way.</div><div>Like a steady beacon in a tempest sea,</div><div>It anchors the spirit, wild and free.</div><div><br></div><div>But alas, in the tumult of human strife,</div><div>Consistency often fades, like a waning life.</div><div>Ochoki watches, with a heavy heart,</div><div>As people falter, torn apart.</div><div><br></div><div>Yet in his own journey, he strives to find,</div><div>The rarest of qualities, a steadfast mind.</div><div>For in consistency lies the key,</div><div>To unlock the door to destiny.</div><div><br></div><div>So let us heed Ochoki's sage advice,</div><div>And embrace consistency, as our device.</div><div>For in its embrace, we'll surely see,</div><div>The power to shape our destiny.</div>Kennedy Odhiambo Otienohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05832519953555693073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014975611135511250.post-85293757810939729702024-03-27T11:22:00.001+03:002024-03-27T11:22:37.908+03:00Nyambeki<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>In the heart of the land where the sun meets the sky,<div>Lived a lady named Nyambeki, with courage held high.</div><div>In trials and troubles, she stood firm and grit,</div><div>Whispering softly, "You can't lose, don't quit."</div><div><br></div><div>Through storms that raged and winds that blew,</div><div>She stood tall, her spirit anew.</div><div>With every setback, she found a way to admit,</div><div>That in the journey of life, one must persist.</div><div><br></div><div>Though darkness may loom, and doubts may assail,</div><div>Nyambeki's resolve never seemed to frail.</div><div>With unwavering faith, she'd brightly emit,</div><div>The mantra she lived by, "You can't lose, don't quit."</div><div><br></div><div>For she knew in her heart, with every dawn's glow,</div><div>That as long as she persevered, she'd continue to grow.</div><div>Through valleys of hardship, and mountains of wit,</div><div>She'd press on, declaring, "You can't lose, don't quit."</div><div><br></div><div>So let her story inspire, let her words ignite,</div><div>The flame of determination, burning bright.</div><div>For in Nyambeki's creed, there's wisdom to admit,</div><div>That in the face of adversity, you can't lose if you don't quit.</div>Kennedy Odhiambo Otienohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05832519953555693073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014975611135511250.post-47153179821694181452024-03-25T20:44:00.000+03:002024-03-25T20:45:12.385+03:00Ndeda<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>In a world of shifting sands, stood Ndeda bold,<div>With convictions firm, his story yet untold.</div><div>He echoed through the streets, his voice ringing clear,</div><div>"If you accept everything, what do you hold dear?"</div><div><br></div><div>With each step he took, his resolve grew strong,</div><div>For in his heart, he knew right from wrong.</div><div>To compromise was not in his creed,</div><div>For in unwavering truth, he found his need.</div><div><br></div><div>Through trials and tribulations, he stood his ground,</div><div>A beacon of defiance, in a world profound.</div><div>For to stand for something, meant to draw the line,</div><div>In the face of conformity, he chose to shine.</div><div><br></div><div>Though some may scoff, and others may deride,</div><div>Ndeda stayed true, never swayed by the tide.</div><div>For in his steadfastness, a lesson was learned,</div><div>That to accept everything, one's soul may be adjourned.</div><div><br></div><div>So let us heed the words of Ndeda's call,</div><div>To stand firm in our beliefs, lest we fall.</div><div>For in the tapestry of life, let it be said,</div><div>That we stood for something, until our souls have fled.</div>Kennedy Odhiambo Otienohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05832519953555693073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014975611135511250.post-79849677444002231762024-03-24T13:31:00.001+03:002024-03-24T13:31:31.104+03:00Wayodi <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>In a village where men avoided being nice,<div>Lived a lady named Wayodi, wise and wise.</div><div>With grace in her step and light in her eyes,</div><div>She spoke of contentment under starlit skies.</div><div><br></div><div>"It's a lucky man," she'd often declare,</div><div>"Who finds joy in his station, beyond compare.</div><div>For riches and fame may come and go,</div><div>But inner peace is a treasure to know."</div><div><br></div><div>With a gentle smile and a steadfast gaze,</div><div>She'd weave her words in a captivating maze.</div><div>"Embrace the simple, the mundane, the small,</div><div>For therein lies the greatest wealth of all."</div><div><br></div><div>In her humble abode, by the fireside glow,</div><div>She'd share tales of fulfillment, sweet and slow.</div><div>For Wayodi knew, in her heart of hearts,</div><div>That true happiness blooms where contentment starts.</div><div><br></div><div>So let us heed her wisdom, let us take heed,</div><div>And cherish each moment, in thought and deed.</div><div>For in the quiet corners of life's embrace,</div><div>Lies the fortune of joy, in every humble place.</div>Kennedy Odhiambo Otienohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05832519953555693073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014975611135511250.post-3505790891477077112024-03-24T12:34:00.001+03:002024-03-24T12:34:48.745+03:00Muteru<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>In a world of uncertainty, Muteru stands tall,<div>With a steadfast gaze, heeding nature's call.</div><div>Prepare for the worst, he often implores,</div><div>For life's tempests, he fervently ensures.</div><div><br></div><div>With a pack on his back and maps in hand,</div><div>He charts the course across shifting sand.</div><div>Through valleys deep and mountains high,</div><div>Muteru persists, never asking why.</div><div><br></div><div>"Prepare, prepare," his mantra rings,</div><div>As the wind howls and the blackbird sings.</div><div>For in readiness lies true power,</div><div>In the darkest hour, in the loneliest hour.</div><div><br></div><div>He stocks provisions for famine and feast,</div><div>And plans for the turmoil that may never cease.</div><div>A sage in the storm, a beacon of light,</div><div>Guiding others through the darkest night.</div><div><br></div><div>Though some may scoff at his cautious way,</div><div>Muteru persists, come what may.</div><div>For in his heart, he knows the truth,</div><div>That preparedness is the key to youth.</div><div><br></div><div>So heed his wisdom, if you dare,</div><div>And face the future without a care.</div><div>For in Muteru's steadfast certainty,</div><div>Lies the strength to conquer destiny.</div>Kennedy Odhiambo Otienohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05832519953555693073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014975611135511250.post-40363522123219753952024-03-22T21:42:00.000+03:002024-03-22T21:43:29.191+03:00Andeyo <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>In shadows deep, where light recedes,<div>There dwells a lady, Andeyo, indeed.</div><div>Her hands weave secrets, unseen, untold,</div><div>In the tapestry of tales yet to unfold.</div><div><br></div><div>Beneath the veil of stars' soft gleam,</div><div>She toils away, lost in her dream.</div><div>For Andeyo knows the truth profound,</div><div>That greatness lies in the silent ground.</div><div><br></div><div>While others seek the spotlight's grace,</div><div>She finds solace in the hidden place.</div><div>Her labor's essence, a silent art,</div><div>Lies in the depths of a quiet heart.</div><div><br></div><div>For it's the work that no one sees,</div><div>That shapes the world and sets it free.</div><div>In the quiet hum of midnight's song,</div><div>Andeyo's legacy marches on strong.</div><div><br></div><div>So let the world chase fame and light,</div><div>While Andeyo dances in the night.</div><div>For in the shadows, her work does gleam,</div><div>A testament to the power of unseen.</div>Kennedy Odhiambo Otienohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05832519953555693073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014975611135511250.post-14731440716236527032024-03-22T21:03:00.000+03:002024-03-22T21:04:26.926+03:00Kadima<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>In the depths of night, where shadows creep,<div>Stood a man named Kadima, burdened deep.</div><div>In his soul, a darkness waged its fight,</div><div>Longing for an end, seeking for light.</div><div><br></div><div>He whispered to the heavens above,</div><div>"Take my life, O Lord, in your love."</div><div>But Christ, in mercy, heard his plea,</div><div>And whispered back, "I'll set you free."</div><div><br></div><div>For in Christ's nature, life abounds,</div><div>In His embrace, hope resounds.</div><div>Though the devil prowls with death in tow,</div><div>Kadima found safety in Christ's shadow.</div><div><br></div><div>Underneath His wings, a fortress strong,</div><div>Where fear and doubt could not prolong.</div><div>For where Christ reigns, death cannot claim,</div><div>In His love, Kadima found his aim.</div><div><br></div><div>So let the winds of doubt and despair cease,</div><div>For in Christ's embrace, there's perfect peace.</div><div>Kadima's journey, under Heaven's gleams,</div><div>Protected, cherished, in Christ's redeeming beams.</div>Kennedy Odhiambo Otienohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05832519953555693073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014975611135511250.post-66597114877931343512024-03-21T17:31:00.001+03:002024-03-21T17:31:39.664+03:00Nanyu<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>In the quiet of the morning light, Nanyu sits, serene and bright,<div>Her gaze, a beacon, steady, true, in the depths of her soul, she knew.</div><div><br></div><div>With each breath, she finds her peace, amidst life's chaos, she won't cease,</div><div>For happiness, she's come to find, resides within, in heart and mind.</div><div><br></div><div>Through trials, storms, and darkest night, her inner joy, a guiding light,</div><div>No sadness from the world outside can dim the radiance, deep inside.</div><div><br></div><div>With gentle grace, she faces strife, embracing love, transcending life,</div><div>For in her soul, a truth is clear: happiness is found right here.</div><div><br></div><div>So let the winds of sorrow blow, Nanyu's heart will still bestow</div><div>A warmth that no external woe can shatter, for she's come to know:</div><div><br></div><div>That happiness, an inside job, empowers her against life's rob,</div><div>And in her joy, she finds the charm to weather any outer harm.</div>Kennedy Odhiambo Otienohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05832519953555693073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014975611135511250.post-52456136025808545082024-03-21T14:42:00.001+03:002024-03-21T14:42:21.760+03:00Waga<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>In a town where time swirled like a dance,<div>There lived a man named Waga, with a curious stance.</div><div>He'd chuckle and grin with a gleam in his eye,</div><div>For 'not now' was his favorite, no need to ask why.</div><div><br></div><div>When lovers would plan, with hearts all aflutter,</div><div>Waga would chime in, his voice like smooth butter:</div><div>"'Not now' is the best time," he'd say with a wink,</div><div>"For weddings are sweeter when on the brink."</div><div><br></div><div>He'd point to the stars, to the moon up above,</div><div>Claiming love's timing was part of its trove.</div><div>"No need for rush, nor haste in the air,</div><div>Let's savor the moment, with time to spare."</div><div><br></div><div>With wisdom disguised in a mischievous grin,</div><div>Waga's words carried weight, they'd sink right in.</div><div>For in the chaos of life's hurried race,</div><div>He found solace in 'not now's' gentle embrace.</div><div><br></div><div>So when bells rang out, and vows were recited,</div><div>Waga would smile, his heart ignited.</div><div>For in the end, as the sun gently set,</div><div>Love found its time, in a moment well met.</div>Kennedy Odhiambo Otienohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05832519953555693073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014975611135511250.post-26833470591855020372024-03-20T21:06:00.000+03:002024-03-20T21:07:02.868+03:00Boyani<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>In whispers soft, to Christ she spoke,<div>Boyani, burdened, heart awoke.</div><div>"Thank you," she said, with heavy sigh,</div><div>"For the job I hold, though I wonder why.</div><div><br></div><div>Though I hate it so, this daily grind,</div><div>In the shadows, my peace I find.</div><div>Supposed to lose, they say, I'm aware,</div><div>My performance weak, beyond repair.</div><div><br></div><div>No fruits to bear, no results to show,</div><div>In productivity's depths, I sink low.</div><div>Fatigued by the chase, worn by the race,</div><div>Yet, still, I find Your guiding grace.</div><div><br></div><div>For in this struggle, I learn to see,</div><div>The purpose beyond what's plain to me.</div><div>In weakness, strength, in loss, I gain,</div><div>In every trial, You ease the pain.</div><div><br></div><div>So, thank you, Lord, for this job I hold,</div><div>Though weary, broken, and often cold.</div><div>For in these trials, Your love I find,</div><div>Sustaining grace for heart and mind."</div>Kennedy Odhiambo Otienohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05832519953555693073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014975611135511250.post-76791712275263590202024-03-20T19:22:00.001+03:002024-03-20T19:22:43.069+03:00Mageto<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>In the heart of Maweni village, where dreams take their stand,<div>Lived a man named Mageto, with vision so grand.</div><div>With fire in his soul and a spark in his eye,</div><div>He'd proclaim with conviction, "Success you can't deny."</div><div><br></div><div>"From the moment you dare, and take that first stride,</div><div>Destiny awaits, with arms open wide.</div><div>No mountain too high, no challenge too tough,</div><div>For in every trial, lies success enough."</div><div><br></div><div>His words like a beacon, in darkness they shine,</div><div>Guiding the hopeful, with purpose divine.</div><div>"Believe in your journey, embrace the unknown,</div><div>For greatness awaits, when courage is shown."</div><div><br></div><div>So heed Mageto's wisdom, let it fuel your drive,</div><div>For in every endeavor, you'll feel alive.</div><div>With passion ablaze, and dreams reaching high,</div><div>Success is assured, as you spread your wings to fly.</div>Kennedy Odhiambo Otienohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05832519953555693073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014975611135511250.post-14647979974676787522024-03-20T17:51:00.001+03:002024-03-20T17:51:21.856+03:00Kemunto <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>In the heart of Makadara, where the sun meets the sky,<div>There lived a lady named Kemunto, noble and spry.</div><div>With grace in her step and kindness in her gaze,</div><div>She walked among the people, brightening their days.</div><div><br></div><div>With gentle hands, she tended to the sick and the weak,</div><div>Whispering words of comfort, soothing those who couldn't speak.</div><div>In her eyes, there sparkled a fervent belief,</div><div>That hands are for helping, a creed beyond relief.</div><div><br></div><div>Through fields of hardship and valleys of despair,</div><div>Kemunto stood tall, spreading hope everywhere.</div><div>She lent her hands to the weary and lost,</div><div>Turning pain into strength, no matter the cost.</div><div><br></div><div>In her humble abode, where love dwelled supreme,</div><div>She taught her children the essence of a dream.</div><div>That hands, though small, possess a mighty power,</div><div>To uplift humanity in its darkest hour.</div><div><br></div><div>So let us heed the wisdom of Kemunto's decree,</div><div>That hands are for helping, for setting spirits free.</div><div>And may her legacy forever endure,</div><div>As a beacon of compassion, steadfast and pure.</div>Kennedy Odhiambo Otienohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05832519953555693073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014975611135511250.post-85959193516488554572024-03-20T08:26:00.001+03:002024-03-20T08:26:25.584+03:00Ayoti<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>In shadows deep, Ayoti did roam,<div>His heart aflame, desire his home.</div><div>In lust's embrace, he found delight,</div><div>Yet unaware of its gripping plight.</div><div><br></div><div>With every touch, a fleeting high,</div><div>But deeper still, a silent sigh.</div><div>Bound by chains unseen, he bore,</div><div>In search of pleasure, evermore.</div><div><br></div><div>Yet in the quiet of the night,</div><div>A whisper came, a guiding light.</div><div>Through tears that fell like rain in spring,</div><div>He heard the truth, a sacred thing.</div><div><br></div><div>Lust, a mistress cruel and cold,</div><div>Her promises but lies untold.</div><div>For in her arms, Ayoti found,</div><div>A painful bondage, tightly wound.</div><div><br></div><div>The thrill of passion, now a curse,</div><div>His soul consumed by lust's fierce thirst.</div><div>With eyes now opened, clear and true,</div><div>He saw the chains, the residue.</div><div><br></div><div>In brokenness, he found release,</div><div>A path to freedom, inner peace.</div><div>No longer captive to desire's call,</div><div>Ayoti rose, standing tall.</div><div><br></div><div>Though scars may linger, deep and sore,</div><div>He walks a path, forevermore.</div><div>Learning well the lesson taught,</div><div>That lust's embrace brings naught but fraught.</div><div><br></div><div>So let his tale be a warning bell,</div><div>To those who in temptation dwell.</div><div>For in the chains of lust's cruel snare,</div><div>There lies a pain beyond compare.</div>Kennedy Odhiambo Otienohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05832519953555693073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014975611135511250.post-40928516826336640962024-03-19T14:37:00.001+03:002024-03-19T14:37:57.929+03:00Angira<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>In the bustling rush of life's embrace,<div>Angira stands with poise and grace,</div><div>Her wisdom whispers soft and wise,</div><div>In the realm where time defies.</div><div><br></div><div>"Time's dance," she says, "is not confined</div><div>To ticking clocks or schedules lined.</div><div>It's in the bonds we deeply share,</div><div>In every moment, everywhere."</div><div><br></div><div>With gentle gaze and knowing smile,</div><div>She weaves a tale that spans each mile,</div><div>For in her eyes, the truth unfurls,</div><div>That time's true essence lies in pearls.</div><div><br></div><div>"Not in the hours, nor in the days,</div><div>But in the love that lights our ways.</div><div>It's in the laughter, in the tears,</div><div>In every joy, in every fear."</div><div><br></div><div>Her words a melody, sweet and clear,</div><div>Echoing through hearts far and near,</div><div>For in her wisdom, we find solace,</div><div>In the rhythm of life's endless promise.</div><div><br></div><div>So heed her words, oh seeker of truth,</div><div>For in her wisdom, lies eternal youth,</div><div>Time management, she gently insists,</div><div>Is about relationships, not mere lists.</div>Kennedy Odhiambo Otienohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05832519953555693073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014975611135511250.post-58524781422663577072024-03-19T13:34:00.001+03:002024-03-19T13:34:29.708+03:00Guya <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>In the realm of adulthood, where Guya dwells,<div>Bills pile high, like towering citadels.</div><div>Too many months linger, the money's scarce,</div><div>Dreams held captive, in a relentless dance.</div><div><br></div><div>Days blur into nights, with tasks to fulfill,</div><div>No room for passion, no time to distill.</div><div>Purpose eludes him, a distant mirage,</div><div>Lost in the grind, of society's barrage.</div><div><br></div><div>He yearns for more, for freedom's embrace,</div><div>To chase his dreams, with unwavering grace.</div><div>But obligations bind, like chains unseen,</div><div>Trapping his spirit, in a world too keen.</div><div><br></div><div>Yet in the quiet moments, he dares to believe,</div><div>That dreams can still flourish, if he'd just conceive.</div><div>For being an adult isn't solely bills and strife,</div><div>It's about seizing moments, reclaiming life.</div><div><br></div><div>So Guya rises, with newfound resolve,</div><div>To break free from chains, his dreams to absolve.</div><div>For amidst the chaos, he finds his way,</div><div>To live with purpose, each and every day.</div>Kennedy Odhiambo Otienohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05832519953555693073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014975611135511250.post-65370260694341221702024-03-19T13:12:00.001+03:002024-03-19T13:12:49.974+03:00Kavene<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>In the quaint village of Mshomoroni,<div>Where whispers danced through Mwandoni,</div><div>Lived a lady named Kavene, fair and free,</div><div>With eyes that held the secrets of the sea.</div><div><br></div><div>Beneath the boughs of ancient trees,</div><div>She wandered, pondered with gentle ease,</div><div>'Til one day, 'midst the muddy street,</div><div>She chanced upon a truth, bittersweet.</div><div><br></div><div>A dog, unruly, ran astray,</div><div>A man, in vain, tried to sway,</div><div>But the beast, it heeded no command,</div><div>For there's a wildness in every man.</div><div><br></div><div>Kavene watched with curious eyes,</div><div>As the disciplinarians, stern and wise,</div><div>Tamed the canine with firm hand,</div><div>And she realized, as if to understand.</div><div><br></div><div>"We discipline the dog, not the man,"</div><div>Echoed through her thoughts, began to expand,</div><div>For in every soul, a wildness stirs,</div><div>Unruly, untamed, it often occurs.</div><div><br></div><div>So she pondered this truth, deep and true,</div><div>In the man, there's a dog, wild and askew,</div><div>And perhaps, to tame the beast within,</div><div>Requires more than mere discipline.</div>Kennedy Odhiambo Otienohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05832519953555693073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014975611135511250.post-33837073944087701672024-03-19T12:40:00.001+03:002024-03-19T12:40:52.811+03:00Kirima<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>In shadows deep, where fears abide,<div>Stood Kirima, with fearless stride.</div><div>A teenage soul, with fire untamed,</div><div>In his heart, courage proclaimed.</div><div><br></div><div>"Be not afraid," young Kirima cried,</div><div>"Through darkest nights, we shall abide.</div><div>For fear, it grips, but never binds,</div><div>In bravery's realm, true strength we find."</div><div><br></div><div>With each step forward, bold and free,</div><div>He faced the unknown, with certainty.</div><div>"No danger lurks where courage leads,</div><div>In every challenge, our spirit feeds."</div><div><br></div><div>His words a beacon, in the night,</div><div>Guiding others to embrace the fight.</div><div>For Kirima knew, in fear's embrace,</div><div>Lies the path to courage and grace.</div><div><br></div><div>So let the winds of doubt be tossed,</div><div>For Kirima's creed shall not be lost.</div><div>In the heart of every daring soul,</div><div>Fear fades away, and courage takes control.</div>Kennedy Odhiambo Otienohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05832519953555693073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014975611135511250.post-81851252192914213762024-03-19T12:21:00.001+03:002024-03-19T12:21:42.204+03:00Gakii<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>In the shadows, Gakii dwelled,<div>Her thoughts a storm, her heart repelled.</div><div>Negativity, her constant friend,</div><div>A darkness that seemed to never end.</div><div><br></div><div>She pondered why it felt so easy,</div><div>To see the world through eyes so dreary.</div><div>With each passing day, she found,</div><div>That negativity knew no bound.</div><div><br></div><div>But then one moment, clear as day,</div><div>She saw the truth in a different way.</div><div>Being pessimistic, she came to see,</div><div>Was effortless, like leaves falling free.</div><div><br></div><div>No need for effort, no need to try,</div><div>Negativity flowed, no reason why.</div><div>Like a river, it simply flowed,</div><div>Through every thought and word bestowed.</div><div><br></div><div>Yet in this realization, a spark ignited,</div><div>Gakii saw the darkness she had invited.</div><div>She vowed to break free from this chain,</div><div>To find the sunshine through the rain.</div><div><br></div><div>For she realized, in moments rare,</div><div>That positivity was always there.</div><div>It just required a shift in view,</div><div>To see the world in a brighter hue.</div><div><br></div><div>So Gakii embraced the challenge ahead,</div><div>To banish negativity, to instead</div><div>Embrace the light, and let it shine,</div><div>Knowing true happiness would be her sign.</div>Kennedy Odhiambo Otienohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05832519953555693073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014975611135511250.post-204218630080475222024-03-11T23:25:00.001+03:002024-03-11T23:25:56.653+03:00Alukonya <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>In the shadowed night, Alukonya stood,<div>His heart weighed heavy, his thoughts a flood.</div><div>Guilt, a relentless thief, consumed his soul,</div><div>As he wandered, lost, toward a distant goal.</div><div><br></div><div>Through tangled woods and moonlit haze,</div><div>He sought redemption in the silent maze.</div><div>But guilt, like a specter, clung to his side,</div><div>A haunting reminder of secrets denied.</div><div><br></div><div>With each step forward, he felt the weight,</div><div>Of every mistake, every misguided trait.</div><div>But amidst the darkness, a flicker of light,</div><div>A whisper of truth, piercing the night.</div><div><br></div><div>"Guilt will rob you of your peace of mind,"</div><div>Echoed the voice, gentle and kind.</div><div>Alukonya paused, his heart atremble,</div><div>As the truth within began to assemble.</div><div><br></div><div>In that moment of clarity, he saw,</div><div>The shackles of guilt, the weight of its law.</div><div>He let it go, released its hold,</div><div>And felt a peace he had long been told.</div><div><br></div><div>For in that epiphany, he found his way,</div><div>No longer burdened by yesterday's fray.</div><div>With each breath, he embraced the new dawn,</div><div>Knowing that guilt's grip was forever withdrawn.</div>Kennedy Odhiambo Otienohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05832519953555693073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014975611135511250.post-24919305442116260492024-03-10T23:00:00.001+03:002024-03-10T23:00:51.522+03:00Moraa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>In the quiet depths of Moraa's soul,<div>A truth began to take its toll.</div><div>She wandered through life's winding ways,</div><div>Where smiles hid beneath a veil of haze.</div><div><br></div><div>Amidst the chatter, laughter, and song,</div><div>She sensed a melody felt so wrong.</div><div>For in the eyes of those she knew,</div><div>Lay secrets masked, obscured from view.</div><div><br></div><div>Moraa, a lady so unique, with wisdom rare,</div><div>Unveiled the facade, laid feelings bare.</div><div>For she understood, with a gentle sigh,</div><div>That sometimes, tears are a silent cry.</div><div><br></div><div>In the echoes of silence, she found her voice,</div><div>To speak of struggles, without choice.</div><div>For in the shadows, where darkness lay,</div><div>She learned that it's okay to not be okay.</div><div><br></div><div>Through whispered truths and moments shared,</div><div>Moraa discovered how hearts bared.</div><div>For behind the facade of a forced smile,</div><div>Lies the truth of pain, even for a while.</div><div><br></div><div>So let her anthem ring, clear and true,</div><div>That those who suffer, they are not few.</div><div>For in the journey of life's dismay,</div><div>We learn it's not depression they fake, but being okay.</div>Kennedy Odhiambo Otienohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05832519953555693073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014975611135511250.post-74413049318895157572024-03-10T22:32:00.001+03:002024-03-10T22:32:22.637+03:00Kebeya<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>In the quiet of dusk, by the river's serene flow,</div><div>Stood Kebeya, a man with wisdom to bestow.</div><div>Observing life's ebb and flow, he mused with care,</div><div>About the burdens we all sometimes bear.</div><div><br></div><div>"People," he sighed, "are not always prepared</div><div>To see the depths of the burdens we've dared.</div><div>If understanding eludes them, don't force the sight,</div><div>For empathy blooms in its own time, in its own light."</div><div><br></div><div>With a patient heart and a steady gaze,</div><div>Kebeya learned to navigate life's maze.</div><div>He carried his burdens with silent grace,</div><div>Knowing that understanding would find its place.</div><div><br></div><div>Forcing hearts closed only breeds strife,</div><div>So he embraced the rhythm of his own life.</div><div>With acceptance as his guiding star,</div><div>He found peace in being just as he are.</div><div><br></div><div>Oh, let us learn from Kebeya's sage decree,</div><div>To let understanding unfold naturally.</div><div>For in the stillness of patience's embrace,</div><div>We find solace and grace in life's unfolding grace.</div>Kennedy Odhiambo Otienohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05832519953555693073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014975611135511250.post-6531596828140984972024-03-10T22:12:00.001+03:002024-03-10T22:12:30.737+03:00Naututu <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>In lands of dreams and tempest's sway,<div>There walks a lady bold, Naututu they say,</div><div>With eyes ablaze, and spirit untamed,</div><div>She carries her creed, unsullied, unclaimed.</div><div><br></div><div>"We fight until the bell rings," she cries,</div><div>No compromise, no compromise,</div><div>In every stride, in every fray,</div><div>Her anthem rings, night and day.</div><div><br></div><div>Through valleys deep, and mountains high,</div><div>Naututu marches 'neath the sky,</div><div>With courage fierce, she leads the way,</div><div>Her mantra guiding, come what may.</div><div><br></div><div>In battles fierce, where shadows loom,</div><div>Naututu stands, dispelling gloom,</div><div>With heart unyielding, and sword held high,</div><div>She faces darkness, without a sigh.</div><div><br></div><div>For in her veins, a fire burns bright,</div><div>A flame of hope, amidst the night,</div><div>"We fight until the bell rings," she chants,</div><div>A creed that echoes, a warrior's dance.</div><div><br></div><div>So let us heed her call to arms,</div><div>Embrace her creed, amidst life's harms,</div><div>For in the struggle, we find our might,</div><div>And in the fight, we claim our right.</div><div><br></div><div>Oh, Naututu, lady brave and true,</div><div>Your philosophy, we shall pursue,</div><div>For in your spirit, we find our way,</div><div>"We fight until the bell rings," we say.</div>Kennedy Odhiambo Otienohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05832519953555693073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014975611135511250.post-85129509935972278352024-03-10T21:51:00.001+03:002024-03-10T21:51:37.185+03:00Mugendi <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>In Markiti's bustling streets, Mugendi stands tall,<div>A man of principle, heeding justice's call.</div><div>With firm resolve, he faces a corrupt gaze,</div><div>As he confronts the officer in the traffic haze.</div><div><br></div><div>"My friend's scooter, unlawfully seized,</div><div>By your hand, unjustly squeezed.</div><div>I was raised to stand for those I hold dear,</div><div>To fight against injustice, to make it clear."</div><div><br></div><div>With steely eyes, Mugendi stands his ground,</div><div>Against corruption's grip, he will not be bound.</div><div>For his friend's sake, he'll challenge the wrong,</div><div>And in the face of tyranny, he'll remain strong.</div><div><br></div><div>The officer squirms, caught in the glare,</div><div>Of Mugendi's unwavering stare.</div><div>For justice, he fights, undeterred by fear,</div><div>His convictions unwavering, his conscience clear.</div><div><br></div><div>Though the road may be rough, and the journey long,</div><div>Mugendi persists, his spirit strong.</div><div>For he knows that to stand for what is right,</div><div>Is to shine a beacon in the darkest night.</div><div><br></div><div>So, to the corrupt officer, Mugendi implores,</div><div>Release the scooter, let justice restore.</div><div>For he was raised to stand for those he cares for,</div><div>And in that truth, he'll endure evermore.</div>Kennedy Odhiambo Otienohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05832519953555693073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014975611135511250.post-69170634445279198302024-03-10T21:26:00.001+03:002024-03-10T21:26:57.642+03:00Awiti<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>In a land where shadows loom, <div>There dwells a lady, Awiti, in her room. </div><div>Her spirit bright, her laughter clear, </div><div>Though she's faced trials, she holds no fear. </div><div><br></div><div>With eyes that sparkle, full of grace, </div><div>She weaves her tale in a sacred space. </div><div>For Awiti knows of pain and woe, </div><div>Yet insists on finding the seeds to sow. </div><div><br></div><div>"Make something from the broken shards," </div><div>She whispers softly, never marred. </div><div>"Let sorrow be your guiding light, </div><div>To forge a path through darkest night." </div><div><br></div><div>Though storms may rage, and tears may fall, </div><div>Awiti stands, resilient through it all. </div><div>For in her heart, a fire burns bright, </div><div>Turning darkness into radiant light. </div><div><br></div><div>So let her wisdom guide your way, </div><div>As you navigate through night and day. </div><div>For Awiti's spirit, bold and true, </div><div>Reminds us all, we'll make it through.</div>Kennedy Odhiambo Otienohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05832519953555693073noreply@blogger.com0