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.



Friday, 19 October 2012

Home



Women cook.
Men drink.
Boys court.
Girls marry.

Women envy.
Men fight.
Boys rape.
Girls die.

It is the way of life here.
It wasn't always the way of life.
But that is all to do with,
where the body lays to rest.

For the body no longer rests.
Because men now fight like boastful, young, restless boys
Because women now pretty themselves like teenage girls,
all so they can gain the male attention.
Because boys now bring 'order' like the expected father figures.
Because girls now teach like their missing mothers.

For the heart no longer rests.
Whereby the elder is talked down to by the younger,
in the elders on home.
Whereby wives are forced to teach morality manners,
that have been taught from birth,
all over again.

For the mind no longer sleeps.
When all that men do is compete in drink.
When all that happens is competition for male dominance.
When all that men speak is rude, rotten, rubbish.
When all that expected respect is suddenly lost.
When all that responsibility that lays with man is ignored.

For the soul no longer rests in peace.
When all that women do is compete in looks
When all that happens is competition in better cooks.
When all that women speak is rude, rotten, rubbish.
When all that expected moral care is suddenly lost.
When all that mother's love that lays with woman is hate.

Home is where order begins.
Home is where responsibilities are taken.
Home is where love is shown.
Home is where unity, respect and morality are learned.
It is unusual to watch fathers take their sons place. And mothers take their daughters.
It is unusual to watch sons try to take their fathers place. And daughters try to take their mothers.

It is a disgrace upon ourselves.
I can not change things alone.
We start at home together,
for that is where life's education is taught.

Have we forgotten our ancestors?
The tears, pain and blood that they shed
for us to live a righteous life that followed
the moral love code?

Return to normal we must.
Let our children learn right from wrong.
Let men not see greed as being strong.
Let women be the role models of love.
Let home be our inner peaceful dove.
We are going backwards instead of forward.
If we are wise as we say the right path should be clear.
I can not change things alone.
For I am just one in a billion to change.
Help me. Help you. Help us. Help our Home.

There should be no sin, turmoil, war at home.
For home is where the body, heart and soul rests.

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