Spades, flowers, hearts and diamonds Like a spade, you struck the ground to dig and prepare In this great work we share Like flowers, the beauty you shaped is our own And into comrades we’ve grown Like hearts, you are the place of no goodbyes … Continue reading Spades, flowers, hearts and diamonds
Originally posted on Obedi J. Agaba:
I want to reminisce about the Qwela Junction seeing that a new show is just a few days away. The Guitar Maestros episode was the very first of all episodes, featuring the very best guitarists this land has been…
Her song played She sprung out of her seat and twirled onto dancefloor And let the rhythm control her body Lost in the moment “Naye kawala ako keelaga” Disapproving eyes studied her unbridled display Critical tongues wagged Their faces as disgusted as their words But … Continue reading Their glasses full
Butterfly
My beautiful visitor
Sitted colors on my palm
Silent testimony to your Creator
Like an unwritten psalm
I can only hold you
with an open hand
To uplift, not to break you
With selfish demand
I wish you’d stay
Bless my every day
But to see you fly
is to say goodbye
God gave gifts
to His created things
To me He gave feet
To you He gave wings
Fly butterfly
Dear Dad.
You must have looked in the future and known I would write this letter someday. You always seemed to know so much about the way things would turn out one day. Me your ka stubborn, naughty overly imaginative little product that you invested so much time, emotion and resources into. You did so, even when I didnt appreciate it, when I took it for granted and sometimes hated you for it. Now I can almost hear you say “you will thank me one day”. I hope you did see with your foresighted eye the grateful me, you are gone now, but for whatever these words mean, I am grateful, I see it now.
I remember you would call me every single day, “Joe!” I would come running “how was your day?” In my kiddish days I was happy to sit and yap away, but as teenage kicked in this daily ritual became a problem. I wish I’d understood what it meant then. That many crave for their dad to seek them out that way and give them full attention. But I was too busy with my most important agenda of the day – how to be cool! And boy did you know how to get in the way of my coolness! You were the ultimate party pooper! It was like you were a huge bird with radar and hit so many of my teenage fantasies, plop! in the middle! Thank God for that too, you mustve known how my reckless adventurous little heart always sought destruction. Looking back now, I don’t know where I’d be. “One day you will thank me” you’re so right. I do thank you.
I remember the defiance and insolence… I ate kiboko almost as much as I ate supper! Sometimes more.
I remember the talks that always began with “one day, I wont be here anymore, but here is what you need to know”. Its amazing how many times after you were gone those words came back to me like an epiphany just when I needed advice. That “I know just what I need to do feeling” in the middle of crisis.
Of all my memories of you,my most treasured one is of the day you gathered us around and knelt with us to pray. If ever God seemed like just a religious sunday thing that old men in robes cried out to in strange voices, that day He became real in my little heart. To see my dad, the mightiest man alive, kneeling and praying to “Our Father”, that sealed it for me. There is a Father. Long after you’re gone, you have left me in the hands of The Father. I know to kneel and pray (mostly when life overwhelms me I’ll admit) and I have you to thank. Twenty years after youre gone, you still guide me.
Rest in peace dad. If I could see you now, I would say all those things I never said. That I get it now. That you are an awesome Father. That it was a priviledge to have been brought up by you. That I love you. But you probably knew this.
kahirimusic 