An immigrants prayer


Lord cure me of jealousy,
The jealousy I feel when they say they are taking a drive home.
Lord cure me of whimsy,
That makes me daydream of seeing my family.
Lord cure me of resentment,
Of working holidays because I have no one to spend them with.
Lord cure me of vulnerability,
Of wanting to hold on to mediocre advantage takers and users.
Lord give me the strength,
To hold on to my roots and morals.
Lord give me the hope,
That one day I will feel grounded.
Lord give me purpose,
Which gives me focus and determination.
Lord give me peace,
To know I count, I belong and I count.



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Sometimes in life we smile and bear it,
Avalanche after snowstorm after agony after torment,
Other times we can’t contain it,
Victory after blessing after joys after accolades

After life beating you down while you grin and bear it,
We may over celebrate little victories in the most inappropriate of ways,
Hooting and hollering and dancing even the occasional,
“In your face!”
We relish these victories.

Forget to be incapacitated by the daunting losses,
Unaware of a valid excuse to give up and walk away,
Forgive egregious wrongs,
And the villains who commit these crimes.

While folding like a cheap suit,
At a minor inconvenience,
Making those around us,
Perplex at our lack of rhyme or reason.

How do I forgive the man you broke my heart,
Never again talk to the man who broke my china,
How do I forgive the woman who stabbed me in the back,
Never again acknowledge the friend who ate the last slice of pizza?

Only lesson I have learned in my short long life,
Is to value what you have,
Acknowledge what you have achieved,
Love the one who loves you best.

Elaborate Gestures

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I can promise you baby,

No candles, no chocolates.

No roses or daisies,

No expensive dinner,

Or elaborate cuisine.

Just all my heart,

In the shabby package in comes in.

S o as we sit on this old couch,

and i rub your feet,

Keep in mind,

With you here,

I have everything I will ever need.

A Boding Adage To a Father of a small Nation


I know him as sokoro
My father’s father
Husband to granma, granma, granma and granma
A force to be reckoned with
Inspiring figure to aspire to
Instilled the character in every one of his children
I know, I inherited it
Standing tall, our beacon in tragedy and misfortune
Fountain of praise, support and wisdom
Never forceful, just classically persuasive
The island of calm in every situation
I have watched the years etch your story on your face
Rarely falter but never fall
Independent and fierce buna e simba
With your gaze to the horizon
Visualizing your rest
We cannot begrudge you
Like a soldier, shoulders back
With Anunda swagger in your stride
We all stand in applause
A never ending encore
You are my personal legend, sokoro, Chancellor, Omogaka
Francis Anunda Anunda



I am a survivor,

I have lived my life,

Strode my stride,

MadeĀ  a lot of noise but not of what is important,

Been silent of all that is,

Now I fear my silence may cost another,

Who finds herself astride without a father,

We are not a family of hugs and kisses,

We are one of disappointments and tragedies,

We will ridicule you before we comfort you,

Look at how you embarrass us before your heartbreak,

I need to reach out but I don’t know how,

God take care of my sister,

Send her my angel to watch her while she sleeps,

Send her Gabriel to fight her battles,

Broaden her archangel’s wings for those days she doubts herself,

Let her know I love her,

For I am not sure she can hear me.

Colors Of Life


Does blue represent the tears

Of a mother on lonely road

Having left her newborn child on a church doorstep

Or does it represent hope

The continuity of life

Life water flowing from the mountain top to the river

River to the sea

Sea to the sky

Sky back down to the mountaintop and back again

What about the tale of red?

Ripped from our veins

A color of a beautiful tragedy


Unparalleled romance

That little red dress always did trump the little black dress


But you have to salute green

With whom mother nature preens

A disguise, signature

Shroud of flair

Her mating call

Her badge of honor

If I had a flag, it would be red, blue and green

Red because I am the tragedy the world lives to hear about

Adorably scandulous!

Blue for the flow that is my ever changing circumstance

Green because I always achieve, overcome and attain.



Fate is full of surprises;

Sometimes she just jumps you in the alley,

Robs you of your valuables.

Other times;

She lets you win the lottery.

And boy what a treat that is!!!

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