my cry

HEAR ME ALL YE THAT SEE
HEAR MY PLEA AND FROM ME, DO NOT FLEE.
CALAMITY HAS STRUCK AND NOW, I AM STUCK.
I FEEL LIKE DYING TO END ALL THIS CRYING
BUT I AM TRYING TO BE FINE BECAUSE I KNOW THAT ONE DAY,WE ALL HAVE TO DIE.
SO I WILL NOT CRY
BUT I WILL LOOK UP HIGH TO THE SKY AND TRY TO ASK WHY.
WHY DEATH OF ALL LIFE ON EARTH, TOOK BREATH FROM MY MOTHER.
NOW I HAVE NO OTHER.
I AM FILLED WITH STRIFE AND EVERY TIME I LOOK AT A KNIFE,
I FEEL LIKE TAKING MY LIFE.
INDEED, LOSING A LOVED ONE IS HARD.
IT MAKES YOU SAD AND FEEL VERY BAD.
NO WONDER OTHER’S GO MAD AND ARE NEVER GLAD.
I FEEL THE PAIN BUT THEN, “GOD GIVES…. GOD TAKES AWAY…..REJOICE ALWAYS”
SO SHOULD I REJOICE NOW THAT SHE IS GONE OR SHOULD I CRY?

living legends

                                                  by fred kanshamba
She screamed. She tossed, she turned, she shouted. The pain was intense. She felt like letting go. She struggled and struggled. Tears streamed down her face as she cried. Her nerves were clearly visible and her pretty face was well disfigured. She shook and held on to the nearest hand as with one last effort while the pain intensified the most, pushed with all her might. The pains almost broke her. She became weak but then she heard a voice crying. She understood what that meant. She had just given birth.
At that moment, all the pains vanished. More tears filled her eyes. Tears of joy streamed down her face as she looked at her newly born baby. The pains were suddenly replaced with love and affection she had never known. She now was desperate to hold the child and her plea was heard. After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, she now held her child. It was only then that she felt complete. She knew the struggle was worth it, she had just given birth to a baby boy. She loved him with all her heart. She only wished time would have allowed her husband to see his lovely baby boy. She now breathed. She felt peace.
However, she started having fears; Fears that the innocent child would have to go through the harsh conditions of the earth without a father. She started becoming desperate. She feared and she cried. At that point, she feared she might not live up to his expectations. So she feared and gain she cried. Little did she know that she had just given birth to one of the earth’s finest sons, a true legend. And indeed, legend he was.
The boy grew up as a cheerful boy. He completed his mother’s happiness and she completed his. They were one. He had never bothered to ask about his father. His mother was his world. He loved her and she tenderly cared for him. She fought the reality of not having her husband around. He had died in a car crash four months before his son was born. He was a caring man. She missed him and she cried. It hurt her so much that she cried in her son’s presence. This was new to him. He had never seen his mother cry so he got worried. She assured him it was nothing but after some days, she was caught off-guard. She had broken down when he came in from school. He couldn’t bear seeing her so torn apart with no one but a school boy to comfort her so he asked.
“Mother where is daddy?” at that moment, she knew he had grown up and what she had feared for most was now unfolding. She did not know how to answer the question. She could not lie to him and neither could she tell him of his father’s fate.
“Your father is dead.”
Only after she had finished her sentence did she realize what she had just said. She hoped that somehow he had not heard or understood but it was too late to hope. The die had been cast. He had heard, he with no mistake clearly understood. His ever smiling face now deemed with rage, anger and hatred. He felt betrayed. How could she do this to him? Before he looked away, he cried. She understood what that meant and she understood how he felt. She would have felt the same and so, she cried the more. She knew he hated her at that moment and she could see the hatred in his eyes.
“My son…am sorry, i…”
She did not even finish her statement. He had already walked out of the door. It was only then that the pains she had felt came back. She cried but she waited for him to come and when he did not, she became weak. She cried the more. That night, she lay alone in the house, lonely, sad and empty. Her eyes were all swollen. She had been crying the whole day and just when she felt she couldn’t take it anymore; thieves broke into the house, stole all valuable property beat her up and at last raped her. They left her unconscious, almost dead. She could not move. She just lay there taking the last breaths of her life as she bled.
Meanwhile, her son couldn’t hold on to his anger so he decided to go back to his mother to tell her he was sorry for having walked out on her. He was really sorry. He was just upset and now he felt he had to set things right. He was already missing her and he hated himself for what he had done earlier. It really wasn’t his intention and he was going to apologize. He knew what pain he had caused his mother and was now going to tell her that he still loved her. He really did love her. So he set off for home preparing the words he was going to tell her.
However, when he reached home, his heart sunk. His mother was lying stripped naked in outside the house and she was bleeding. She had lost a lot of blood and was really weak. When she saw him, she tried to get up but she failed. He couldn’t understand what was going on. He rushed to her and helped her to her feet but she fell and he cried. He helped her lean against the wall. She was crying and so was he. She held his face close to hers as she cried. She took a deep breath as with difficulty she made out a sentence.
“Forgive me my son. I love you and I am sorry. Will…you… forgive. Me?”
He swept the hair from her face. Tears were still streaming down her swollen face.
“There is no need for that mother. You don’t have to apologize for anything. I am the one who’s sorry…and mother,” he was crying as he said this, “…And mother, i…”
His sentence came to an abrupt halt. His mother was no longer crying and her eyes were closed. She was long gone. He was now alone, no father and now no mother. Alone at twelve with a dead body before him, he cried. He shook her…
“Mother! Mother! Mother please don’t do this to me! Mother say something…” his words were meaningless. She was lifeless. He had to call for help. He ran from his house towards the house across the road. He was in such a panic, hurry and in a shock that he did not see the speeding car. It hit him, he fell in front of it and as the driver tried to apply brakes, he applied them when the car was over the boy crushing his lungs and ribs. He instantly died a very painful death.
The world on that day was robbed of two of its finest people, a strong mother and a strong son. Their story is about love and hurting the ones you love. Hope you enjoyed it….
……………………….onemind irate………………….

AWAKE!!

the day dawns. the sun beams, the dog barks, the alarm rings and the cock crows. morning is here…

awake!! 

i am no longer asleep. my eyes are no longer drifted with sleep. my body is active. i am alive and i am… 

awake!!

there are alot of possibilities for me but again

awake! 

problems arise and my fantasy is gone. i miss my sleep because there, my mum returns and i get to see my dad, the man i so long to see. how cruel death can be. however today is a different day. i wont complain because i am awake!!

awake!!

i realize that there is more to life than complaining. others have died but i am active and alive!!

i am awake!!

and in my life i have learnt that…

awake!!

it hurts to love someone and not be loved in return but what hurts more is to love someone and never have the courage to express your feelings for that person. 

maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right ones so that when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift. 

love is when you take away the feeling, the passion and the romance of a relationship and find out that you still care for that person. 

a sad thing in life is when you meet someone who means alot to you only to find out in the end that it was never meant to be and you have to let go.
when the door of happiness closes, another opens but often times we look so long to the closed door that we dont see the one which has been open for us. 

the best kind of friend is the kind you can just be with, never say a word and then walk away feeling like its the best conversation you’ve ever had.

it is true that you dont know what you have until you lose it but it is also true that you dont know what you are missing until it arrives.

giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they’l love you back. dont expect love in return. just wait for it to grow in their heart but if it doesnt, be content it will in yours.

there are things that you would love to hear that you will never hear from the person you would like to hear them from but dont be so deaf as not to hear it from the one who says it from their heart.

never say goodbye if you still want to try. never give up if you feel you still can go on. never say you dont love a person anymore if you cant let go.

love comes to those who still hope although they’ve been disappointed, to those still believe although they’ve been betrayed, to those who still need to love although they’ve been hurt before and to those who have the courage and faith to build trust again.

it takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone and a day to love someone but it takes a lifetime to forget someone. 

dont go for looks it can deceive. dont go for wealth, even that fades away. go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright.

awake!! live your life to the fullest.. i am fred, i have onemind and i am…

 

awake!!!

SHATTERED!!!

shattered! i am closed down. my life is slowly breaking as more pains come in. i am hurt and i am sad. i am in denial.

disappointed! i am hurting and i am crying. i cry but my tears do not matter to anybody.

life! is this all there is to it? sufferings, pains and agonies? i am done for it. fed up! i have lost the fire to see tomorrow. that fire which ignites hope. oh! did i just mention hope?

hope! just what i need. wait! i have hope. i just dont have it with me or in me. hope is that which revives and it is just what am missing… a revival. i so much want to hope. ok, now i am hoping to have hope. does that mean that i already have hope? is it that am not just believing? well, then help me believe. i so much want to believe. i feel so alone and let don.

deserted! unwanted and hated! those words are ever in my mind. they echo in my dreams and in my sleep. they haunt me. the air i breathe is that of resentment and rejection. all i know about myself is that i am filthy.

yes! filthy. but not literally. stupid is the word she used. how could i not have seen it coming? am i really dumb as the other one put it?

stuck! i dont have the answer to that. ignorant he is, am sure you are telling yourself. i am slowly letting go. the people that matter to me most, the closest and the trusted have made me become this shallow person. my self esteem is dead and none of them care for it. i am a burden to most of them and you know yourselves. some have told me off. some have shown it and some of you are just about to.

why? i ask myself. what have i really done? yes! i know. i falter alot but do you have to hate me with all that is in you? i cry when i sit to think of my life, my friends, my family, my loved ones and what they all do to me. is there anything i can do to atleast feel a bit of your love? even just for a day?

i wonder! why am i still living? why am i still alive in this world where no one even wants to hear my name? letting go. but wait! maybe there is hope. all i can do is hope. and i wish!

i wish mum was still around. she’s the only person that ever genuinely loved me. i hurt her, i insulted her, i disrespected her but yet she loved me even more. she taught me how to love and i loved. what did i get in return? hatred, resentment and all that i get from most of you.. why?

God! look upon me. show me your love and mercy. make me believe and give me the fire to hope.

i have one mind.