Die Schweigsame und die Rastlose
Die Ungeschliffene und die Gebildete
Die Unscheinbare und die Dirne
Die Gebietende und die Dienende
Die Unschuldige und die Schuldige
Sie alle versuchen irgendwie zu überleben
Es ist brutal und emotional ..... Das Leben im Gefängnis
Dieses Gedicht wurde von einer jungen Frau geschrieben, die immer noch darauf wartet, wegen Mordes verurteilt zu werden.
Sie hat bis data acht Jahre in Untersuchungshaft verbracht!
Excuse me, do I know you?
Do you know me?
Yes, I do
You are the guy who crawls to break the dawn,
The one who hides at night beneath pitch darkness,
The one who creeps gently in the morning,
Fiercely in the mid-hour and soothingly in the evening.
You are the one who roasts my heads in the mid-afternoon,
The one who conspires with the sky to strikes me with thunder and lightning.
The one who tacks his rays and tucks under grey sky.
Eh! Cut the crap,
Whining is a passionate poison,
Be grateful, without me you are nothing,
With my warm arms I muffle the universe,
I nourish your skin and give its colour,
I am the one who whispers gently through the horizon,
The one whose touch is a mark,
Whose breath is life
Whose smell spreads to the edges of the earth,
Whose rays pierce softly underneath the earth cores
The one whose enormous ears tickle from hearing
Whose rays run through the glossy sky
Yes! I am the sun, your bosom.
Being away from you is no pleasure
I know it hasn’t be easy for you either
I love you and a I miss you beyond measure
How I wished that circumstances could be reversed
So I’d be by your side always
Forgive me for not being around as you grow
All your birthdays I’ve missed
How I wish there is a way I could make it up to you
Even though I’ve got your welfare covered through prayers
Please, let my past not plight your future
Study hard, be clever and do well at school
May your destiny be better than mine
May your life be filled with joy and laughter
May you lead a blessed and happy life
My dearest dream is that you be proud of me
So proud that you’ll be moved to cry out
“MUM, YOU ARE WONDERFULL!!”
Just hold on a little bit longer
Very soon we shall be together again
With love always
Your Dear Mum
Yesterday is gone
Dedicated to all inmates at
Lang’ata Women Prison
As time goes by,
you may ask why,
some have left,
while others are kept.
Do not waste time,
Its not a crime,
as there is a reason
to be in season.
Some do not fit in
Others just win
Enjoy any high five
you are alive.
Time has no words
Is free like birds.
Memories do not matter
It’s just chatter.
Time is a fixation
Not a duration.
Time is bound to go by
As you may ask why.