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TELL ME MY FRIEND (21st April 2015)

                        TELL ME MY FRIEND:

Tell me my friend,
How about those of us who have sleepless nights;
Those of us who just can’t understand and cope up with the cruelty of life;
Those of us who are too good to withstand the venomous stings of life.
Tell me my friend, where is our place in this hurtful world?

My friend,
How about those who prefer dialogue other than force;
Those of us who value diplomacy other than coercion,
Yet the world is wicked and operates through coercion and force.
Tell me my friend where is the place of those who adore diplomacy and cherish the beauty of dialogue?

Those of us my friend who see no sense in engaging in unproductive arguments;
Those of us who are often seen as naïve when they are silent during arguments and weak when they choose not to fight back or avenge;
Tell me amigo where is our place here?

My friend, there are those of us who often shed tears,
Tears that don’t go beyond the eyelids, but rather dry up in the eyes;
My friend, there are those of us who walk around with red eyes,
Not because we smoke weed or drink miti ni dawa.



Far from it my friend. It’s because of the bitterness that we feel deep down or souls.
Bitterness caused by the things the world does to us and unto others.
Tell me amigo where can we get back the celebrated joyfulness of childhood and the unmatched happiness of youthfulness?

Tell me my friend, how about those of us who have been betrayed by those we trusted, disappointed by those we admired, misused by those we liked, crucified by those we leaned on…The result of this?

We suffer inwardly as our tribulations gnaw us from within and without rendering us totally disillusioned and completely hopeless.

Now Amigo, tell me where we are going to be placed with these kind of people around.
There are those of us whose future is bleak and their environs so blurred and yet you see them everyday living as if all is well.

Forgive me but  I am speaking on behalf of  those who suffer in silence just because either we don’t like talking about our problems or we literally don’t have someone who understands the importance of listening to another person’s troubles.  Just listening. 
And the consequences of this is that we are occasionally seen walking around with gloomy faces, we are often weak and grow thinner as the clock ticks, they question our healthiness  but in response we just smile back and claim that nothing is wrong yet we swallow dry saliva knowing that our suffering is almost impossible to reverse.

Tell me my friend, what does the future hold for us???


 (21st April 2015) 


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