Who am I? What is this blog about?

Dear reader,

My name is Arnold Sanginga. I am Congolese, study at a High-school in Nairobi, Kenya and love to write.

The intention of this blog is to let people know of my writing and hopefully one day be recognised by someone with hope of taking me further into a writing career. I write on just about anything that comes to mind, mostly emotional poems, fictional stories based on issues that have occurred in Africa and opinions on African politics. Please do not be afraid to comment, as your comments will help me improve and encourage me.



Tuesday, 17 April 2012

Help those

We live
We die
We rise
We fall
We love
We are loved
We hate
We are hated.
But...
what really counts is what you do in life:
The good
The bad
The all damn nasty.
Life is short.
But..
long enough
to change the world in someway
even if
its just one person you change.
Let us not be hypocrites
Don't try save people who don't want to be saved.
Instead help those who do.
All of you will be thinking what the hell am i doing?
I dont know to be honest.
I'M just trying my best,
Before i take my final rest.
To help someone other than myself.
What about you dear friend??

Betrayed.


I woke up with a lot of pain, my head was aching with pain, my thighs screamed with pain, even though the pain was blinding my eyes I could see red stains on a white background. I looked harder and realised it was blood. Real blood. The cold truth hit me like a blow and I was thoroughly flabbergasted, because the blood was my blood and I wasn't dying, but how come it was my blood? Who or what had caused this? All these thought were buzzing in my already aching head. I tried to scream but my throat choked and muffled my scream, instead I cried.
             The truth slowly dawned on me that Mugisho had done it. He was my closest and best friend. I trusted him with my life, just because he was different from the other rich or perverted boys in our village. Mugisho had a thirst for knowing and learning; this made me inadvertently become his friend.
            Women said “Men are all the same, they will continuously use and destroy you my daughter Clementine” That made my heart burn with anger, fiery anger. To me I thought they were jealous of me and Mugisho, even though I understand how they were trying to help me now, I didn't know then. However, as it soon happened and I realised he was the same as all of them.
            “Clementine, you look so beautiful like the stars in the nightly sky. Are those new corn rows you have done.” Mugisho said. I smiled, however I thought in my mind does he tell that to all the girls? I didn't care, while I was with him I felt happy and protected from malicious things. My was I wrong about that. He started by holding my waist, at first I thought it was just his friendly ways. Then he whispered in my ear “Clementine, I have something to tell you.” I looked at him and wondered what was so important to disturb the peaceful night. “What is it you want to ask me Mugisho?” Still staring at him I replied. All of a sudden I saw a glow in his eyes and an evil smile whipped across his face. “I will tell you, but I have to show you something first” he said lightly.
            “Where are you taking me Mugisho? I have to go home its getting ...” Before I even finished he kissed me, I was so surprised at first but then my instincts kicked and I pushed him away with all the force in me. “What are you doing Mugisho?”
“We’ve been friends for a long time Clementine, it is about time we actually had something between us.”
“We already do Mugisho.”
“I mean more than that Clementine. I mean love!” As soon as he said that I panicked, because I knew what he meant exactly. He tried to kiss me again, I pushed him back. However, this time he returned my push with a blow to the head, leaving a gap in my memory of it.
            He's a monster. A bloody monster. He is a bloodthirsty murderous monster. The thing is I thought he was different; whereas he was just using me for his pleasure, I trusted him like a brother but he broke me like a toy.
            Now I weep because I will be an outcast, a foolish outcast, while he must be smiling to himself. My pride I had gone like the mist. My family what would they do if they found out? No one would marry me. A foolish girl.
            I helplessly sat there crying, till I could cry no more. Wet patches of blood engulfed my body, reminding me of my pain. This pain of losing my virginity through rape.

Monday, 16 April 2012

One wish



With every heartbeat,
with every breath
I see you there
right beside me.

My love is growing,
but distance's paining,
tearing me to shreds
and leaving me for dead.

One wish. One wish. One wish.
To see your face again.

Those lovely eyes,
that beautiful smile,
that holds me firm
and keeps me calm.

Your my princess
and I'm your monkey.
That yearns for you
to be right beside me

One wish. One wish. One wish.
To love you again.


Your love is thrilling
but the pain is killing,
our fragile heart.
Pulling us apart.

I can see you and I can hear you.
I can see you and I can hear you.
I can see you and I can hear you.

I can see you but I can't feel you.

One wish. One wish. One wish.
To be with you again.

Wednesday, 4 April 2012

We


We stood and watched
As a nation died
We stood and watched
as the innocent cried

They fight for their right
A day with a new sunlight
Freedom, Freedom, Freedom
Is all they ask.

They fear them.
They have no choice,
but to oppress them?
To kill them

They fight for unity!
The fear a new community!
They want peace!
But they bring war!

Run my boy, Run my boy!
They're right behind you.
Run my boy and never let
your soul be taken.

The young are killed,
merciless and monstrous
looms the air of those with power,
whilst we watch the helpless
become lifeless.

If this is humanity,
then I'll be damned!
What happened to morality?
What happened to equality?
Justice, Peace and Unity
have perished under our selfish needs.

What have we become?
Are we proud scum?
To let a nation fall and perish,
only to stand by and say-
I could have helped.

Let us rise together,
fall together,
Love one another.
If our aim is to succeed


Only then will he stop running for his poor soul.
Only then will the young survive this life of ours.
Only then will we be vibrant and full of life.
And only then can we call ourselves-
Africa.

By: Arnold Sanginga

Sunday, 1 April 2012

Be a Bird


   The door wouldn't budge even a millimetre. I had been at it for hours now, trying to get it to move and open up into the hallway. Again with a deep breath I took the door-knob and heaved as I tried to pull it in. Still, nothing happened. I looked at the door for a while then decided on a new tactic of how to free myself, my hand went for the door but no the door-knob, instead the key below it. I tried turning it, only for it to get jammed some and stuck in place like a stubborn child.
   I took a few steps back, about to give my final effort, before complete panic overtook me. Running at full sprint I rammed into the door, only to be bounce off like a swatted fly. My hands all sweaty and clammy, my eyes filled with despair. I hit the door in frustration and my heartbeat tripled in speed to the very similar beat that got me here in the first place.
  “Change the Channel! You can't watch this. It's too violent,” Mum said to me.
  “It's just Power Rangers! Mummy Please!”
  “No is final”
  “Fine then!” I said rudely whilst getting up out of the seat and stomped up the stairs to my room, slammed the door and locked it with the key. A bird hummed faintly.
  The bird flew straight into the window; trying to escape, which brought me back to my senses. Then it hit me, at how the bird was taunting me at the opposite roles we played. It was free and I was locked in my own man-made cage without an escape. How it came to be that pride leads to our demise whether in a cage or not, I don't know. A bird I will be, a bird I will become. Calm, elegant and full of simplicity is how I should live.