Silent Echoes of Inspiration
Wednesday 26 August 2015
Introduction to the Francophone World: Ousmane Sembène- Moolaadé
Introduction to the Francophone World: Ousmane Sembène- Moolaadé: Watching this feature film left me with several questions and lessons. The film was released in 2004, and was the last film directed by Se...
Thursday 11 September 2014
RACING TO A DREAM
Photo borrowed from:http://pastorjessen.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/running-to-the-finish_t_nv.jpg |
I
look at the news and oh!
It
feels overwhelming lately,
Cost
of living rises daily,
Cost
of labor not keeping pace
Seems
this culture of rushing and running,
Has
gained new momentum,
Everyone’s
in a hurry,
Hurrying
to where? I wonder
Or
are they running from something
Perhaps,
perhaps that might be true.
Excuse
me, where is everyone going?
What’s
the cause of the hurry? I ask,
Polite
lass stops to give an answer,
Eyes
still gazing on the road ahead,
It
s chasing us run! Or else,
T’ll
catch up with you.
What
seems to be this problem’s answer?
Build
capacity to live above,
Above
storms that try to swallow
The
weak will be swallowed
The
world’s a tough place
No
place for the weak.
Awake
to the tough reality,
Life
is a race against time,
Arise
and race on,
Add
value, work harder, and keep dreaming,
But
not for long, take action,
Before
it catches up and traps you.
Thursday 4 September 2014
Loving you: My crime
Sunshine, why spoil a love so flawless?
It’s not been a walk in the park for you,
I know you’ve had it rough before,
They’ve despised and demeaned you,
All that is now past tense, enjoy what is,
Now tables turned and love came calling,
Why fight when all I’ve done is love you?
It’s not been a walk in the park for you,
I know you’ve had it rough before,
They’ve despised and demeaned you,
All that is now past tense, enjoy what is,
Now tables turned and love came calling,
Why fight when all I’ve done is love you?
Dearheart tell me what you want,
Tried pleasant titles you term ‘sweet nothings’,
They were but a mockery of your intellect,
My only crime of this I stand accused,
Not having a side dish like ex-Stephen,
Neither assaulting you like ex-Kelvin,
Nor raping you like monstrous ex-Samson,
But distressing you with love.
Tried pleasant titles you term ‘sweet nothings’,
They were but a mockery of your intellect,
My only crime of this I stand accused,
Not having a side dish like ex-Stephen,
Neither assaulting you like ex-Kelvin,
Nor raping you like monstrous ex-Samson,
But distressing you with love.
My heart throb, why punish me?
I’ve sang your beauty till my voice got hoarse,
My sonnets hit your ears as mockery,
‘All men are dogs, old tricks new strategy’,
This dog really adores you, careful don’t lose him,
Fighting shadows of ex-Stephen, Kelvin and Samson,
Shadows no longer here to hit back.
I’ve sang your beauty till my voice got hoarse,
My sonnets hit your ears as mockery,
‘All men are dogs, old tricks new strategy’,
This dog really adores you, careful don’t lose him,
Fighting shadows of ex-Stephen, Kelvin and Samson,
Shadows no longer here to hit back.
Sweetness, thought I had a wife,
He finds a good thing, who finds a wife,
Reality struck, I now have a knife,
Sharp in readiness for a shadow fight,
Babes we can’t go on with this life,
In pain and tears I have to leave,
Else you’ll keep up the shadow battle,
And dead shadows leave you dead.
He finds a good thing, who finds a wife,
Reality struck, I now have a knife,
Sharp in readiness for a shadow fight,
Babes we can’t go on with this life,
In pain and tears I have to leave,
Else you’ll keep up the shadow battle,
And dead shadows leave you dead.
Photo borrowed from: http://www.successfulblackwoman.com/?tag=marriage |
Juliet H. Amor.
Saturday 30 August 2014
Celebrating my mirror’s reflection
Photo borrowed from: http://styledandwired.blogspot.com/2012/07/how-to-love-that-girl-in-mirror.html |
I sang sonnets for you, said I croaked,
Tried changing my walk to suit your taste,
Said I looked ridiculous,
Even changed my hairstyle all for you,
Smiled right at my mirror, a rehearsal for you,
My efforts you never noticed.
Tried changing my walk to suit your taste,
Said I looked ridiculous,
Even changed my hairstyle all for you,
Smiled right at my mirror, a rehearsal for you,
My efforts you never noticed.
Was it my dark skin that bothered you?
Tried removing a little tint,
With all beauty bleachy concoctions,
New look never hurt. For you, why not?
Stranger stared back at my mirror,
‘Sidika is off your league’, you mocked,
I never relished it yet for you I did it.
Tried removing a little tint,
With all beauty bleachy concoctions,
New look never hurt. For you, why not?
Stranger stared back at my mirror,
‘Sidika is off your league’, you mocked,
I never relished it yet for you I did it.
Maybe add some inches on the right places,
You turned to stare at every bum in a skirt,
My morsel increased, to steer your gaze my way,
Said I’m slowly turning obese,
Yet my mirror told me I was just fine,
So hit the gym I did, till I was scrawny,
Still you remained as steel.
You turned to stare at every bum in a skirt,
My morsel increased, to steer your gaze my way,
Said I’m slowly turning obese,
Yet my mirror told me I was just fine,
So hit the gym I did, till I was scrawny,
Still you remained as steel.
I know better now not to break my back,
Not to lose sleep pleasing you,
I sing sonnets and birds dance, boy am I good,
I dance to my tunes too, that’s all that counts,
I wear my hair long or short to suit me,
Celebrating the girl looking back at my mirror,
For she is happy and drop dead gorgeous.
Not to lose sleep pleasing you,
I sing sonnets and birds dance, boy am I good,
I dance to my tunes too, that’s all that counts,
I wear my hair long or short to suit me,
Celebrating the girl looking back at my mirror,
For she is happy and drop dead gorgeous.
Juliet H. Amor
Friday 15 August 2014
The past is where it belongs
I
can’t go to the past, to change it,
No! I don’t possess such powers,
Have tried enough times but,
The clock of time just won’t rewind.
I can’t change the past despite trying hard,
Why dwell on yesterday’s failures?
Mistakes returning, haunting on silent nights,
What was done is done never to be undone.
No! I don’t possess such powers,
Have tried enough times but,
The clock of time just won’t rewind.
I can’t change the past despite trying hard,
Why dwell on yesterday’s failures?
Mistakes returning, haunting on silent nights,
What was done is done never to be undone.
I
also wish it were different sometimes,
I appreciate it though, wouldn’t trade it,
It made me who I am, stronger, brighter, wiser,
Gave me capacity to stand during hard times.
I have a future I am going to,
From where I am, it looks bright,
So don’t remind me of the dark past,
It is perfectly where it belongs.
I appreciate it though, wouldn’t trade it,
It made me who I am, stronger, brighter, wiser,
Gave me capacity to stand during hard times.
I have a future I am going to,
From where I am, it looks bright,
So don’t remind me of the dark past,
It is perfectly where it belongs.
By:
Juliet H. Amor.
Monday 11 August 2014
THE HEROINE GRANDMA
By Juliet J. A. Otieno
That
woman means the whole world to me.
Many are quick to criticize her,
She is more than grandma to me, she’s Ma,
She taught me values in life.
Yes, I am proud of Ma,
Despite what you may call her.
Many are quick to criticize her,
She is more than grandma to me, she’s Ma,
She taught me values in life.
Yes, I am proud of Ma,
Despite what you may call her.
I
overheard her telling her sister.
How her daughter killed my brothers and sisters.
That day, Ma walked in just in the nick of time.
Found me crying on the hands of my ma,
About to be baptized in a basin full of water.
“Don’t do it!” she shouted at ma.
She saved me from sharing in my siblings’ fate.
How her daughter killed my brothers and sisters.
That day, Ma walked in just in the nick of time.
Found me crying on the hands of my ma,
About to be baptized in a basin full of water.
“Don’t do it!” she shouted at ma.
She saved me from sharing in my siblings’ fate.
I
know she has her weaknesses, who doesn’t?
You dare call her whore, prostitute, loose,
spit unutterable obscenities at her.
You even gossip that she has AIDS,
I simply call her Ma, for she has more than earned that title.
She stepped in when ma wanted me dead.
That’s enough reason to stick my neck for her.
You dare call her whore, prostitute, loose,
spit unutterable obscenities at her.
You even gossip that she has AIDS,
I simply call her Ma, for she has more than earned that title.
She stepped in when ma wanted me dead.
That’s enough reason to stick my neck for her.
She
leaves each morning for work.
Imagined she works in a busy office,
Ma must have had a lot of work daily.
She comes back home tired, hair to toe nail.
Imagined she works in a busy office,
Ma must have had a lot of work daily.
She comes back home tired, hair to toe nail.
Sometimes I pray to God I grow up faster.
At least I would get a job,
At last I would help my Ma out.
Ma
wants to hear none of it.
Ma does not make things sound so easy.
“Jobs are hard to come by.” She says.
Focus on books, get a good job in the future
what good is the future without Ma?
A future, taking forever to get here,
Does the future know what Ma goes through?
To bring bread back home,
The bed, her tool, to bring bread to her brood,
A tool that’s left her permanently scarred,
I know it but would rather keep silent,
Ma thinks she’s protecting me, keeping secrets,
I am the one protecting her, feigning ignorance.
Ma does not make things sound so easy.
“Jobs are hard to come by.” She says.
Focus on books, get a good job in the future
what good is the future without Ma?
A future, taking forever to get here,
Does the future know what Ma goes through?
To bring bread back home,
The bed, her tool, to bring bread to her brood,
A tool that’s left her permanently scarred,
I know it but would rather keep silent,
Ma thinks she’s protecting me, keeping secrets,
I am the one protecting her, feigning ignorance.
Thursday 29 May 2014
REDEEM THE AFRICAN MAN’S IMAGE
This year’s Kenyan
Global Dialogues contest jury process took place on May 9-10 at Oak Place
Conference Centre, organized by HIVOS. There were more than 3000 entries from
young people of ages 25 and below. The members of the Jury were from diverse
backgrounds- journalists, members of the civil society, film makers,
academicians and even health care practitioners.
Kenyan judges- Global Dialogues 2014 |
The opportunity to be
part of this great team came for me for the second time by virtue of being a
former contestant. I was part of the national winners during the 2008 Scenarios
from Africa competition. Back then it was a simple ceremony. Now it has evolved
to Global dialogues.
The top twenty entries
are going to be adapted into a short film to get the conversation moving. Last
year’s competition gave rise to the film ‘Walk with me’- on the issue of
disability, HIV/AIDS, sexual violence and secrets that young people struggle
with.
A number of the Kenyan
entries this year came from primary school children, a good portion came from
high schools while a few came from out of school youths. The beauty with this
contest is that it is an avenue for young people to express the issues
affecting them.
There’s something about
writing that is magical. The things that one cannot voice loudly suddenly come
to life. This is what we the judges were privileged to read for two days. Some
good pieces that made it to the top twenty, some not so good scripts and other
ugly ones that were totally misinformed on HIV/AIDS and sexuality.
I had the opportunity
to mobilize entries for the contest prior to the judging process. One 16 year
old confided in me during the process that they were in love and having sex.
The contents of our conversation will not be divulged here. This is just to
show that young people need to air their voices in a safe, non- judgmental
environment. The early sexual debut is just one of the challenges facing young
people.
Another issue that came
up in the entries was young people asking their parents tough questions. It was
evident that there exists a communication gap between young people and their
parents when it comes to matters sexuality. Parents are scared to start the
discussion, while young people feel that they are not understood by their
parents when it comes to such matters.
The fact that domestic
violence is rampant in the Kenyan society could not be overlooked. Several
scripts had Female Genital Mutilation, rape and incest. At some point, we were
of the opinion that maybe during the mobilization; the notion was created that
articles that depicted such gory details would stand a chance in the contest.
On second thought, having watched the goings on in the media, I guess the
entries were just a mirror of our society.
A thirteen year old
girl being defiled by her mother’s lover, a 15 year old girl being impregnated
by her ‘pastor’ father who has been defiling her together with her sisters and
in these cases, the mothers assist the men in escaping the arm of the law. Who
speaks for these teenagers?
Back to the Global
Dialogues contest which was dogged by plagiarism. The education system prepares
students for exams making them copy to become ‘the best’. This limits
creativity and originality. One of the recommendations I have made is that
there should be creative writing workshops in schools during the mobilization
process. Another great idea by a Kenyan creative author is to have reading time
incorporated into the lessons of the school timetable. This will improve the
students’ writing abilities.
Deciding the top
entries was not an easy feat because all fifteen members of the jury had to
come to a consensus. Of course there were lively arguments in support of the
scripts which each juror thought deserved to make the cut. That is the result
of putting together a team that’s united by one passion- the young people. The
winning scripts are going to go through an international jury process.
A parting shot is to
our Kenyan men. The wining script was ‘A letter to Dad- my hero’. There are
several men who are role models to their families. The few who have developed
deviant ways of handling their families should not spoil the image of the
African man. We join the young people in the dream of an Africa of positive
masculinity.
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