JOURNEY OF A PEACE WORKER

Procrastination, oh procrastination! You are my second name. You are my  constant companion, a never-ending game.  I delay to put  up things, with a heart full of shame. My tasks and responsibilities are left unclaimed. The clock ticks on and the deadlines near, but I sit here and stare, without a fear. My mind is a jumble, my thoughts are astray, as I waste the day, in a haze of gray. Oh procrastination, why are you are my curse? You are a habit, so strong and hard to traverse. I know I should stop and take a stand, but you keep holding on my hand. Ok, so I'll sit here and waste the day with you by my side, in every way.  Procrastination, my second name, you are a never-ending game of shame and blame.

As the first light of dawn painted the sky in soft hues of gold and amber, I stood at the edge of my homestead, watching the world awaken. The crisp morning air carried the sweet scent of dew-kissed grass, and the distant calls of birds heralded the promise of a new day. For me, dawn was not just the beginning of another day; it was a time of reflection—a moment to pause and consider the path I had walked, the joys I had cherished, and the trials I had endured. In my youth, the rising sun had symbolized endless possibilities. I had once run barefoot across the green fields of Sergoit in the Rift Valley, my laughter echoing with the whispers of the wind. Those were days of boundless dreams, of friendships forged in the golden glow of morning, and of lessons learned beneath the great acacia trees. The world had seemed full of promise, and I had embraced it with an open heart. As the years passed, the sun rose high in my life, bringing with it both warmth and shadows. I became a man of pu...

In a world filled with discord and dismay, Where hate and anger reign for a while, Let us find peace in each other's way, And let love be our guiding smile. Let us put aside our differences, And unite as one, without pretenses, For in unity, we'll find our strength, And our hearts will be our greatest defense. Let us respect each other's views, And tolerate the paths we choose, For in diversity, we'll find our way, And our love will shine like a ray of light. Let us treat each other with kindness, And show compassion, without blindness, For in the end, we are all the same, And peace will be our final aim. So let us strive for peace and love, And let it reign in our hearts above, For in peace, we'll find our way, To a brighter day.

Love, peace, where are you these days?  Why are you so rare in our lives? I  miss the days you were a regular visitor i n our homes, our relationships, marriages, communities, nations. You used to make us laugh freely, a nd helped us talk to one another for hours.  You used to make us assist one another, w ith kindness in our hearts and hands. But since you left, h atred and strife replaced you.  Silence became the norm, a nd unhappiness never left us. Conflicts and strife reigned, w hile you remained elusive, h iding in the shadows, and l eaving us desperate for your return. Oh, love, peace, we long for your presence, t o fill our lives with joy and warmth; t o mend our broken bonds,  and heal the wounds of our hearts. Come back to us, oh love, peace!  In your purest form,  so we may laugh and talk again, a nd assist one another with open hearts. Let us rediscover you, t he beauty that lies within your embrace; t hat brings peace and understanding, a ...

I'll be a bird when I fade away.  A bird of paradise, with feathered wings and freedom's sting.  I'll flit and flutter, dance and sing, i n a world of wonder, where life's a bling.  With every beat of my wings, I'll rise, a nd touch the sky, with a lover's sigh. I'll know no bounds, no fences to confine, i n this world of beauty, I'll be divine.  I'll dive and swoop, with graceful ease, a nd in the wind, I'll find my peace.  I'll ride the currents, high and low, a nd in the sun, my spirit will glow.   I'll chirp and trill, with a joyful voice, a nd in the trees, my song will rejoice.  I'll be a bird, in my next world, a nd in my heart, my spirit will unfurl.

Many years ago,  my l ife started  here,  In Sergoit, a place of beauty and joy. Where the sun shines brightly, And people have hearts of gold. Here, the fields were lush and green, Full of life and energy, The air was pure and clean, With a scent of serenity.  But as life always goes around, It must come to an end. Here in Sergoit, where life began, Showed up, and dimmed. We are gathered here today, to say goodbyes, To say goodbyes, to the one gone and those alive, And though they may cry, Their love and memories abide. For life start and ends in Sergoit, My birthplace, I so loved, full of joy and grace, Where people come and go, But their spirits will always have a place.  

It's not fate that makes people poor, But rather the circumstances they face, Conditions that push them to the floor, And leave them in a place of disgrace.   The systemic flaws that we all know, Create barriers that none can break, A never-ending cycle of woe, That leaves some without a stake.   The lack of access to education, Means limited opportunities for growth, And those who suffer most, condemnation, To lives of poverty and unrest.   But still, there is hope in the air, For change is possible, if we dare, To challenge the status quo and share, The wealth that we all hold so dear.   So let us work together hand in hand, To build a world where all can stand, Where every voice is heard and grand, In this land of plenty, we'll take a stand.