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.



Thursday, 31 January 2013

True Poverty




In our minds,
In our hearts,
In our souls,
What is true poverty?

Is it the physical attributes of a person?
That they can not dress themselves accordingly.
For then I would be poor to. But am I?
Is it the wealth, the resources, the renowned fame?
For even then I am at the very bottom of that pit.

A nation acclaimed locally, globally and international
as the most poorest living people.
Is indeed the one whereby your wealth, your resources and fame
all originate and descend from.

Through a family I saw the true meaning of wealth and richness.
Through a family I saw the elder that had taken care of the younger
Now taken care of by the youngest of them.
In a family I saw the true meaning of wealth-
But not selfishness.

Poverty is an immaterial feeling to the soul
Poverty is an immaterial feeling to the heart.
Once the heart is lost to it; the mind soon follows
leaving a jagged end to a unique life story.

You measure wealth by paper.
You measure wealth by food?
You measure wealth by four-legged mindless beasts.
You measure wealth by clothes?

I measure wealth by care.
I measure wealth by the strength of unity.
I measure wealth by the simple charity withing people's hearts.
I measure wealth by love,

Love that people welcome you
with their warm open arms and
show you life's happiness, whilst
still maintaining the righteous path.

Let us agree to disagree.
Let us fight our fights.
The true poverty will always be, to me
the inability to love, care and be selfless.

Married two Divorce



I counted twelve weddings one day.
The next year on the very same day.
I counted twelve divorces with
the same lustful couples.

It is easy to say the those three words.
I love you.
It is easier to say those three words and mean it.
I hate you.

We fail as people,
to unite under one home, one name, one family.
It is I before Us.
It is mine before ours.

We delve into anything,
with no sense of experience.
We delve into anything,
without realising the realistic result of our choice.

For better or for worse,
In illness or in health,
until death do you part.
Is now nothing but the common cliché.

For the first week, month, year
you will be both mesmerized by the view
of each others fascinating bodies
but in the crucial moments.

Little and faint will spark up
a phoenix of destruction so great
that it will burn thy hearts and one
shall become 3 separate minds.

I dream of a couple that are intertwined
but with a foundation that sets them apart
I believe that husband and wife
can sustain an admirable relationship with the never-ending space
separating them physical.

Marriage is a bondage
we cannot break it on simple basis,
it is made to be respected for the person before you
is genuine and is like no other in this world as much as you try.
But Marriage, two, divorce is the new thing is it not?

Striving Strife

age
Education is no longer admired
People are no longer inspired
yet the power of knowledge
is essential for development
Must we first nourish our own
unreasonable and selfish desire?
Or should we be giving the generation to come
An impressive example of the correct use of knowledge?
Teachers,
Help me learn reason in the strikes
that defeats the purpose of evolving young lives.
Help me learn reason in the strikes
that you prevent your own blood from the drink of
knowledge.
Politicians,
Help me see reason in thy greed
when the poor work but starve empty handed
Help me see reason in thy greed
when you only cripple any chance of a heavenly future.
Tribes,
Help me see reason to join thee
in the murder of our own families
Help me see reason to join thee
welcoming; with full trust imposters and banishing our own.
I have had enough of this.
It is not possible for grown adults to act like mere
newborns, whereby your brother tells you to poison yourself
and you do so without thought.
Let us not cheat each other
Saying we are holy; we are not.
But I shall not complain for
my idiotic words will die in vain
However,
what is done in the dark,
shall come to light
Then shall you fear yourselves
But why must we wait to be exposed?