The Real You

There is certain person
A special person
A powerful person
A beautiful person
A great person
A wise person
A mighty person
A blessed person
A wonderful person
And that person is you
Existing inside of you
And has always been part of you
The real you…

But unfortunately
You have been on the run
Running away from this special person
Sadly you have been hiding from this wonderful person
The real you…

You are afraid of this person
You cow in awe of this person
You really admire this person
You are frightened by the sheer power and potential you instinctively sense in this person
But unfortunately
You have been alienated
From this person
The real you…

Fake beliefs
Have all separated you
From this great person
The real you…

Be yourself
And remember that
You are here
Not to please anybody
Apart from your dear God

It’s time
To holistically
With your real self…



And unending
And lurking in the heart
And lacking in the soul
A constant
And an agitated state of being
Of searching
Of reaching out
Of looking out
Of what I know not and what it is
Reigns in my realm of reality
But still
The soul yearns for it deeply
A certain and ravenous hunger
Assaults my very being
Making I restless
A hunger of something I don’t understand
Of something I have never had before
Of something I have never seen before
Nor touched before
Nor held before
But the longing is still there
A strong desire
And I instinctively know that I will understand it
Once it hits me
But until then
Restlessness rules..

The Brick Layer

He lays bricks methodically,
One by one as he carefully takes measurements,
He would step aside,
And admire the work of his hands.
He is the brick layer.

Day in,
Day out,
He is at the site,
Working quietly and for long hours,
Laying bricks,
Building houses,
Building dreams,
For other people.
With mortar and bricks,
He fashions apirations of people,
Into solid and concrete dwellings.
He is the brick layer.

But time has come and gone,
Years have found the brick layer still laying bricks,
He has built so many houses,
He has made so many dreams come true for so many people,
Now, when will the brick layer build his own dreams?
Now, when will the brick layer
build his own stone house?
When? When Mr. Brick layer?
You have grown too old now Mr.

You see, our brick layer still lives in a tin house despite building so many beautiful and impressive houses for so many people over the years.
You scare me Mr Brick Layer,
I am afraid of building other people’s dreams,
If it means that I will never build my own dreams.
I have dreams but they almost die,
Every other morning,
Whenever I catch the sight the brick layer at the site,
Busy building yet another dream not his,
Busy building yet another house not his,
Yet his house is falling apart,
Yet his dreams lie dormant,
The brick layer,
You making me ponder and wonder,
At the futility of life’s efforts…

A Woman In Love

When a woman loves,
She gives,
And gives her all,
She gives her whole heart,
She gives all,
And loves in totality,
She is generous,
She is understanding,
She is love,
She accepts,
And holds dear,
Her love close to her heart,
She loves,
She cherishes,
The love of her life,
A woman in love is a magical spirit.

One day I will Call

I might not call you today,
But just know that,
I still have your number,
Just keep my number,
For one day,
I will call you,
I don’t want to call you right now,
I just got too much pain,
And I don’t want to pain you,
And I don’t want to burden you,
With unnecessary baggage,
Maybe you will understand,
Maybe you won’t understand…

I was to call you,
But I never did,
Honesty demands courage,
Yet I am a coward,
A celebrated one,
There is so much I would like to share and air,
But I just don’t have the strength to,
And so I just keep quiet,
And send the occasional text message,
One day I will call,
Just keep my number,
Just like I keep yours…

One day I will call,
When the sun is shining,
And the darkness has cleared,
And the clouds have gone away,
And the birds are singing again,
And the streams are flowing again,
And prosperity has known us,
And happiness has married us,
And joy is us,
I will call then,
One day I will call,
I will call,
Trust me,
And I am gone,
Into the dark night,
Keep my nangos,
Keep my number,
One day I will call…

A Famous Sibling


He was a brother,
A dear friend,
A dear colleague,
A fellow straggler,
A true comrade in arms.

She was a sister,
A dear friend,
A dear colleague,
A fellow struggler,
A worthy comrade in arms.

We used to walk together,
We used to talk together,
In these dusty cow paths,
We used to fetch water together,
From this very river,
From this very well,
We used to play together,
In these vast, expansive and lush plains,
And at night,
We would both gaze at the moon,
We would both gaze at the stars,
And make a wish,
We would wish to be famous,
We would wish to be wealthy,
And we would laugh,
In the silvery night,
And dismiss,
Our silly wishes…

Only we never knew,
How deeply,
How truly,
You held on to those silly wishes,
How truly,
You believed in those silly wishes upon a star.

We lived our simple lives like we had always lived and loved our simple village ways,
We held the village dear,
We were the village,
And the village was us,
Nothing could separate us,
Nothing could come in between us.
Nothing ever.

Then one day,
One day you announced,
You announced that,
You would be moving to the big city,
The city with brights lights,
The city with many people,
The city with big cars,
The city with crooks,
The city with beautiful ladies,
The city that held your dreams…

We were utterly shocked,
By your audacity,
By your madness.
But you have never been a normal person,
You have always been a strange person to us,
It is only that we could not tell you,
So we consoled ourselves…

We tried,
To stop you,
From going to the big city,
But you had already,
Made up your stubborn mind,
To leave us,
And go to the big city.

For many years,
We never heard anything about you,
Our dear sister,
Our dear brother,
Our worthy comrade in arms,
Our true comrade in arms,
You simply disappeared,
From the face of the Earth,
Just like that…

Then suddenly,
And out of nowhere,
One day,
You descended upon our village,
And in the company of important looking people,
Who drove big cars,
Who spoke in funny languages,
And you proceeded to announce to us,
That you would be leaving for America,
We never knew where America was,
We only knew of the markets and villages across those ridges over there,
We understood however,
That you had never been a normal person,
Then you gave us such a huge feast,
For a whole week,
We ate,
We drunk,
We danced,
And made merry,
In the name of you…

You left the village,
And went to America,
We promptly forgot all about you,
But not for long,
Because before long we started hearing about you,
In Voice of America,
In the local newspapers,
In the local radios…

My brother,
My sister,
You had grown so big,
You were known all over the world,
You truly became,
The son of the world,
The daughter of the world,
You were an accomplished musician,
A true celeb,
An international star,
So famous,
So rich,
A person who had the whole world,
At his feet,
At her feet.
We wished you the best in life…
We the villagers,
Were awed by your conquests,
Were amazed by your feats,
But unfortunately,
You had become a stranger,
A stranger to your own people,
A stranger to your own source of life,
But you had always been the strange one in the clan…

You travelled,
Through the capitals of the world,
New York,
And yes,
The list is endless….

But finally,
The news reached us,
The sad news,
That you were found dead,
In your hotel room,
In Las Vegas,
What a plain pain,
It was,
To loose,
Such an illustrious and dear stranger,
Though you had left us,
And forgot all about us,
In the village…

Now, here I am,
Silently wondering,
If those silvery nights,
We spent on wishing upon a star,
Were indeed lost nights.

What a famous Sibling…

© Ayoub Mzee Mzima 2013