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The Impossible are No More

Posted: October 12, 2016 in LIFE, Uncategorized

You and I agree that some times LIFE shows UP with the true meaning of “The End” often, we give up and decide with the fate at our feet. Don’t be a joker life is full of options and if not, plan B, let the gone be, at 20 years or so, I hope you don’t want to think that you were housed in an aluminium plate in all your past life and now, your life “house” is glass? No. Let us be real, you are more stronger in every aspect today than you were a couple of years back. Friend! if they can’t go on, ask your self, “How much am I worth with out them?”, Don’t wither, it is your worth that matters here. It is Possible. Break through that Rock.

BUTTON OF LIFE

Posted: August 22, 2014 in LIFE

BUTTON OF LIFE

I went down town a week ago and the young man I last met eleven years happened to meet my sight again. We talked of the numerous past sweet memories but I held to no more bitterness in his eyes, as I rolled fluently tapping his shoulder and rather twisted in his ears a smooth warm inquiry minding the mood ahead on my eye blink.

Born from a wealthy womb gave him more than he was born with, so, were they his? I had known Peter, the proud in and out even there and here and up and down. He bought no words expensively neither were they, in his mouth no matter the patient’s ears of the dark night in their hearts. Even the waters of the river galloped and took record when ever Peter stood by. My grandmother respected him with fear, this was a mental command no wonder. Peter became famous in goats, cows, pigs, and dogs knew him but never took a spear for the field, a killer on table I remember, poor lazy body.

moving on,

“The spoke” of the wheel of his life were rusty strong at his age, my God, Peter knew no potholes and slippery high ways, what of the dusty roads, just walked on like a calamity. unfortunately,  I missed the ceremony when our lifeless villagers throw the roof of Peter’s family to hell or heaven, God knows. The vigil I did not attend was also very absent at a reach man’s palace, not because it would make the compound untidy, who could bring the dirt anyway? That marked the start of burying Peter’s father with him, but think of their everything as well.

There were no curses bestowed on the aging body of the young man, mean while I treated the people of God, as I would wish them to do to me, my mind became men in the boy’s structure, my friend paid the cost what’s so ever to get the opposite of my achievement. Today teaching tomorrow, I could not repeat more classes with him after two years of unproductive victories. That was the junction finally as it happened with Gipil and Labong

The busy street, mindful of my pockets a stranger softly sought to carry my light bag, very unfamiliar to the destructive face and  voice, it must be the usual street struggle, I quickly thought. Not bothered,  my legs carried on as I figured a concept.

Things are what you make them today, critically my left brain told me that that was someone I knew, carried in a day dream, it was not a movie in slow motion. Peter!!! my mind recollected and Peter was no more, wasted the tresses of his own life. The soft life had become a hard rock that hit Peter so hard on his forehead. A man should lament once and never in life, is Life a teacher?

“A scar  heals a wound but a wound does not heal a scar”

The Chat with Peter

The troubled are the many though those that struggle to abandon the race,

are the most few, they have lost hope and life seems to be entering a chimney,

in real sense, that is mythical. You have the future with you, but how to live it, hopelessness is a fast killing epidemic,

you can catch a another breath after drowning, it’s not that the world has left you, no, you are just letting it pass you every new day, the day that comes with the new you and the new environment, but your mind set must catch up as well.

Social judgment is not an attachment to your abilities, reality and personality;

disapproving it is victory, honoring its perspective and reading your own bible no matter their faith is the etiquette of the successful.

You must forget the past and build the future, it is now your life not anyone else’s.

Start now with that that is available if nothing there is, you are and God is the key

-a changed man, is a reason for a better world-

IN THE SAME SHOES

Posted: January 8, 2014 in LIFE

 

MY FRIEND IN THE SAME SHOES

Thank you Grace the rib needs you by its side,

My light is too deem,

The shadow is contentedly strong please!

A friend indeed I am proud you mount to it,

Design my future lets unit for gold,

Attractive but tricky I have found them,

Enjoyed me for their better will,

Thank you we trade the same soul,

The market is nasty – the buyer is words,

He is words, the bridge breaks,

A melody in their hearts,

The desert welcomes us,

My light is deem silent Grace,

Over whelming wind for my one candle but you hold it,

Am I worth a prey?

Keep me under your wings, for you I won’t scratch,

Man is flesh and a better lion among men,

The credit of my tears is in Grace

Mysteriously light on my heart,

I will keep you close,

You have proof of being the crux and that pillar of the out side-inside fractured life,

Grace, its only there we will reach,

If your heart ice? Mine will stop melting,

The two in us,

Let’s light this shadow,

You behold I will stand,

But I can’t leave you,

Bye to the…,

The future is clean, I behold you stand,

Watch my breath as I watch your own,

God is just and polite,

Grace

 

Akanyijuka Roggers

02/12/2013

 

THE JUNGLE OF LIFE

Posted: January 8, 2014 in LIFE

THE JUNGLE OF LIFE

Full of jam

Hills all over

Betrayals and depressions

Temptations and ill points

No mercy it some times feels

Anger in place of calmness

Inhumanity bought kindness

Same choice in the jungle of life

The shrubs may be too thick but penetrate-able

Guilty am taken than innocent because they are in charge

Valleys oil the pace and give hope they don’t guarantee it

Tears for joy though its coming first may mount you snuffles

Giving up holds you back and you let your lack out

Smooth at the end, too rough in the course and to rocky at the start is life some times

All looks simple, but never take it for granted

Failure to start is locking the achievement gates

Experimenting what it takes is for the wise

Fools complain for the little they have not even labored for

Life hangs tagged around us

Nothing comes as dreamed

Cheap popularity gains me enemies and undresses me of my ambition

Courage leads me on

Passion and focus will give you pride but it alone denies you the rest

We are all brothers and sister, unity is the agenda for triumph

Speaking less than they worked, put my grand ahead of us

Minding its own business keeps the river flowing the same directions thus lakes and oceans

The peace of heart is what I work for

Very self contended has separated me from trouble

Trouble is met for me man

Avoiding it is not the way to go but facing it with reality keeps me neutral and strong

Am not too good but I don’t know too much of bad for you

Reading my friends matters for me

Friends who do not benefit you are parasites

Nature and nurture are all human

Self drive gives reason to appreciate your hard work

First things fast like the stairs in me stand out

Pity for others draws them to me but remember who my friends are

Come with me only if you respect time and your self

Simple and precise is my game

Challenges are once and for good in a while lessons

Knowing my ancestors draws alight at my destination

It is either good or bad so I distinct when ever

Too late to judge but a keen listener

Speaking less and sense keeps the love for my word

Not every thing is too good for life choose light or darkness

Each day has it’s own songs for me

I don’t blame any one but my self as long as I was there

Correct mistakes than covering them up for the next day

The praise don’t make you far better but make sure you keep them

Am never the best but I work and think to my best

Do they feel your impact where you are?

My absence is felt for my contribution only when it’s necessary

Thanks to God I can’t forget Him

Faith love and patience trend with me

Hope and trust break the doors through

Tough times today are better than when they come tomorrow.

Loving what I do is fountain to my victory

Carrying peace for all is my dance

I don’t care what they have for me but I expect the best

Life is at the axis

To day is today and the other days will definitely differ

I welcome joy only when it’s due

Pity me if you must

Evil isn’t a good Choice

Please!

Love and trust will build nations..

Akannyijuka Roggers

23/12/2013

 

WHAT NEXT AFTER THE LAST.

Posted: August 13, 2013 in LIFE

WHAT NEXT AFTER THE LAST.

Many are in my way to Christ,

Dancing till dawn is becoming now commerce

I earn a lot of sweating and being trampled upon

On Sabbath! It’s my day to feel the sleep and nurture the headache

The next day, Late at work and receipt of a dismissal epistle, Oh! God is bad!

In her thigh exposures she now consoles me…

But then, even the little is gone.

That they heal and provide at night in Small huts, my neighbours!

My love in my family is just enough to satisfy them

I now own a village. Where did the owners go?

Friends use up my time and demand a lot, ah okay…

Hospital bills day and night! Eh a light wallet

Gone they are my hired room mates

Death bed business I transact but only the pillow cares for me.

God!!! He said his last.