Fear.

Fear.
It gnaws at my throat, gripping, grabbing, ripping and clenching.
Tightening my wind pipes, squeezing my breath, I look round hoping it won’t come to collect.
Collecting my hopes, my dreams, my love for you; it never left, it’s residue lingering on the fringes of my faith, I cry in anxiety, calling out to God. Free me, hold me, keep me close, don’t let him take me and don’t let him collect.
The dark place.
That place where the soul lingers, gasping for light, seeking its might.

Don’t let it collect; remaining fragments of love, hope and years of ache, the small pieces of glass, broken, some mended, always cracked.
Don’t collect.
Fear, how real a transformation of the abstract.

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Rest in Peace – Maya Angelou 1928 – 2014 – A truly ‘Phenomenal woman’

“Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size   
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,   
The stride of my step,   
The curl of my lips.   
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,   
That’s me.

 

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,   
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.   
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.   
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,   
And the flash of my teeth,   
The swing in my waist,   
And the joy in my feet.   
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.

 

Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

 

Men themselves have wondered   
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,   
They say they still can’t see.   
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,   
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

 

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.   
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.   
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,   
The bend of my hair,   
the palm of my hand,   
The need for my care.   
’Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.”

The Truth of Freedom

Couldn’t have said it better myself. Here’s to new beginnings inshallah for us all! New beginnings and opportunities which will lead us to our Lord; Allah swt the Most High and allow us to only do his works Ameen.
“I have the legal right to be free WITHIN this society from oppressive restriction on my behaviour or views.”

Rehema.Njambi

I have spent the last three years of my life studying for my degree. I’ve had a schedule where my time was allocated, my deadlines were made for me and even the ability to understand was filtered through somebody else’s interpretation of the course material. So it’s hardly surprising that when I handed in my final assignments the staggering, incredible joy that filled my heart had me literally bouncing up and down on my heels. Yup, seriously, it was that deep. The only word I kept thinking was FREEDOM!! No more tears, no more stressing, just pure and complete freedom.

I remember being in prayer in January of this year, seeking God for direction on what to do with my life, the rest of this year gaping wide in front of me. As much as I have generally been sure of what I wanted to do; I realised that the…

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Miracle

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I never imagined, to be,

One of those, who preach,

I never thought I would see,

The beauty of your love, so clearly,

I always hoped but never believed,

Miracles were always for the weak.

Now, years later I can perceive,

The irrationality of my old futile creed.

Now, years later, I know I bear witness, to You,

The One and Only.

My everything.

The False Knight

At This Particular Time

So many things that go through my mind,

At this particular time,

Surrounded by your awkward lies,

 

I sink.

There’s no more rhyme,

Anymore,

In my hollow lines.

This is beautifully written, reminds me of the Japenese Haiku’s

chester maynes

the lemon canyon
frozen yellow sheets
sketches of an artist
painted on a canvas
silent dosage of sunrise
world of dogs and serene
the mortal craft exhibits
extra meanings of life

2013

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Culture

Freshly ground spices, the smell lingering, the only sense of comfort,
She wanders through her kitchen, trying to make sense of her feelings,for the first time.

In and out, waiting for the aroma to settle, she sighs and quietly groans,
Simmering in her bones, the culture shock, she doesn’t know how to truly feel.

Noone around, no one here to witness, there is no appeal.
For her.

The anguish of the separation kicking in as she stops to stir,
Under her hand the melting pot begins to burn.

Oh how different, she thinks to herself.

How she wishes, she was back there, again,
In the land of content, life and real fresh air.

I Know Why A Caged Bird Sings

Like a caged bird hidden in the closet I look around waiting for the moment,
no light coming through I hesitate -still tryin to open-

but the lock won’t let through at all, an I panic hoping to see the time when, I can soar free into the skies and, move free from realm to realm, dark through to the light an, no more denying the cries when I can hear the lies and see no life an Im still Pushing through to the other-side,

please open I put all my might in, please please open on this night, please please I’m still tryin…

Faith

They will hear she said,

Will they really he said.

I have faith and belief she said.

But why he said.

There is hope and good she said.

I don’t believe you he said.

Don’t you believe in HIS guidance she said.

I do. But I don’t believe in my own kindness he said.

Be free she said.

I can’t he said.

Smile she said

I am he said.

We will come together she said.

When. He said.

In HIS mercy and light she said.

AllahuAkbar he said.

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