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(So i was going through some 'junk' papers in an attempt to clean my stash of past papers and CATs, and stumbled on a 'gem' amidst the trash!!

The following was written in 2009 by my baby sister...she's now 10. Punctuation and spellings are exactly as it is on the paper.)

I may look perfect, and are so cool,
Failing or passing which one is my rule?
You may not understand anything you see,
Someone's in everyone and also in me.
So come on... come on,
I'm sure you want a better life.

God is the best thing i can ever get,
Knowing that i will never have to regret,
He never let me down,
I was never on the ground,
So what's the worry,
If He is in such a hurry,
Saving is what is laying in Christ,
Hatred?
Ya right, in your dreams, y'all!!!

*insert picture of a teddy bear here*

Lovin' is in our blood. HALA!!

LOVE IS INCONVENIENT!!!

(Allow me to make a bold statement here...)

LOVE IS INCONVENIENT!!!

If it was up to me,

See,

I would have let go,

A long time ago.

Because never before,

Have I experienced anything so...

Out of my way,

So... inconvenient,

So... exhausting,

With the longing,

And the patience,

When defiance,

Would be a much better approach,

A better way to handle,

The tears,

And the pain.

I’d rather claim,

Irreconcilable emotional differences,

And Usain Bolt,

Straight out the door,

And ignore all;

Than to continue,

On this path‐

With its fears,

And nothing to hold onto,

But a dream...

And a promise...

And a fond memory,

Of what the grand picture is meant to be.

A beautiful blue sky,

Was the theme;

A cloudy moonless night,

Is what we were dealt.

And even as I fight not to let this,

Overwhelm my senses,

I have often thought this “LOVE” thing senseless,

And gross in its entirety!

That’s why I thank God,

That the salvation of humanity,

Rested on another,

And not me.

For love is inconvenient,

And must be unconditional,

Or it isn’t love at all.

FATIGUE

(JE, UMECHOKA? I think every one of us has seen today’s daily newspapers‐ namely Daily
Nation 31/06/2010 ‐ calmly informing us that the MPs have ever so casually increased their salaries by more than 300,000 /= per month backdated to May 2008 ‐ that’s 24 MONTHS ago!! Don’t resign yourself to accepting this as normal!! IT ISN’T!!)

FATIGUE

TO: THIEVES IN PARLIAMENT

RE: FATIGUE!!

Officially,
I’ve had enough,
I need to leave,
For all grace to remain has run out.
Personally,
I couldn’t handle,
Yet another mantle,
For you to step up on and look down at me.
Nimechoka,
Na hiyo si siri!!
Kweli,
I can no longer stomach
The nonsense that you’re dishing out,
Dishing out in large enough loads,
To horizontally turn over,
The wall of my patience.
Such decadence,
Will no longer fly with me.
For all this while,
I have chosen to ignore,
All that you have done,
And now my body is sore.
Imetosha!
Move over!!
This scene is under new management,
And to a large extent,
I intend,
To route you out.

Why the surprised expression,
That streaks your countenance?
You weren’t expecting,
That the day would come,
When your time would be done,
And you would be evicted,
With such speed and efficiency,
As tissue flushed down the toilet,
A building brought down by dynamite?

For you observed me with such spite,
Called me lazy and dull,
Good‐for‐nothing to be blunt,
Except to submit,
To your whim as you lay it!!
But no more!
For you have fed off the store,
Of my good graces.

I'm done!
Taking in your words,
For breakfast, lunch and supper,
Like I like it,
Like I like the fact it makes me vomit!!
Well today marks the end
Of your dynasty over me.
Today I'm breaking free!!
You beat me down,
For eleven rounds,
But I choose to beat you NOW,
And that’s all that matters!!

PRAISE ON MY LIPS

(The following piece was written as 2 different pieces. Part 2 was written before part 1, but it all flows seamlessly into one)

PRAISE ON MY LIPS

The plans of a man are many,
But God’s plan is one.
And though logically,
The odds are stacked against it,
It is God’s plan that succeeds.
So what is man’s role in all this?
Man’s role is to submit!
Don’t get me wrong,
I do not advocate for man to be CARELESS or CAREFREE,
I admonish man to FEAR LESS and LIVE FREE,
In the knowledge that God cares for His children,
And by far He wouldn’t,
Gift His kids with serpents instead of fish,
Nor supplement bread with bricks!
No tricks!!
God isn’t selfish!
He has a wonderful plan for men’s lives,
He doesn’t crush our dreams,
Or send our hopes into a nosedive.
He strives,
To bring out the best in man,
To build him up for what he’s worth.
And what a man is worth,
Is the life of God’s Son.
Now such a demonstration of extravagance,
Would be inconsistent if God’s aim was to bring harm to us.
And so...
I stand absolutely in awe,
Of a saviour who loves me with His all.
A King so magnificent,
Commanding the army of heavenly hosts.
Who came as a babe so innocent,
A manger for a throne to boast.
Thus a song of praise,
I raise,
To my Saviour and my King,
I bring,
My will, my soul, my mind.
I surrender these to Him,
For they are no longer mine.
Even then,
Who can fully comprehend,
This love our God had to give?
That He who bears the universe in His hand,
Would die that I might live?
For by His death He did forgive,
My every inequity,
Past, present and those to be.
With full knowledge of the magnitude,
Of my dissension,
And ill attitude,
He saved me long before I recognized His salvation.
And NOTHING COULD EVER COME CLOSE,
TO A FRIEND WHO’D DIE FOR HIS FOES!!