ROAR LIKE A SIMBA VERSION OF KNOCK KNOCK!!

April 23, 2014 by stevecelebrates in INSPIRATION and tagged Change begins with you, Daniel Beaty, Deff Jam, Deff Jam Poetry, Inspiration, Jnr, Knock Knock, Lion, Making the Difference, My testimony, One Little boy at a time, One little girl at a time, patrick steven maunda, Petry, Simba, We are still allive

As a boy me, my mum and dad shared a game,

We played it every school morning till I was six,

My mum would come to wake me up,

And I would pretend to be so asleep,

Then she would go and call my dad,

Who would come to me saying these words,

“ROAR LIKE A SIMBA”.

I’d pretend to sleep till he got right close to my bed,

Then I would get up, and jump right into his arms,

Roaring like a simba, and then say to him, “good morning papa!!”

He would kiss me on the fore head and tell me how much he loved me.

We all shared a game

“ROAR LIKE A SIMBA”

This was no any ordinary roar

More than a simba’s roar

It was a roar of faith.

Until that day when the ROAR never came

Then my uncle wakes up one morning

And takes me on a never ending ride past sugar cane plantations,

ROAR LIKE A SIMBA

Until we reach a place with a great number of people, with long faces.

A confused of a boy I entered the compound’s gates with my cousins.

ROAR LIKE A SIMBA

We reached a hut with too many elderly people

Seated in a fashion like lions in mourning

ROAR LIKE A SIMBA

Then I saw my mum seated sad and ran to her

Before I got to her I saw my dad’s pic

And diverted my ran to a different direction towards it,

Only to be confronted by this big box,

I climbed onto a stool to see what was in,

And it happened to be him.

ROAR LIKE A SIMBA

I said hoping that he would wake up and hold me into his arms

ROAR LIKE A SIMBA

I said hoping that he would wake up and kiss me in the fore head

ROAR LIKE A SIMBA

I said hoping that he would wake up and tell me how much he loved me

Then my mum pulls me away before my papa even says a word

And for years he hasn’t said a word,

And so 16 years later I write these words

For the little boy in me who still awaits his father’s SIMBA ROAR

Papa come home ‘cause I miss you

I miss you waking me up in the morning and telling me you love me,

Papa come home ‘cause there are things I don’t know and thought you could teach me

How to shave,

How to play table tennis,

How to talk to a lady,

How to walk like a man,

Papa come home, ‘cause I want you back and I want to be an engineer just like you.

And 16 years later this little boy cries in me and so I write these words

And try to heal

And try to father myself,

And dream like a father,

 Who says the words my father did not live to forever say

ROAR LIKE A SIMBA

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The Freedom Writters.

March 12, 2013 by stevecelebrates in INSPIRATION and tagged April Lee Hernandez, Erin Gruwell, Eva Benitez, Hilary Swank, Imelda Staunton, Jaclyn Ngan, Kenya, Margaret Campbell, Mario, Mario in Paramount pictures, Mario RNB artist, Mathare, My testimony, Nairobi, Patrick Dempsey, Scott Casey, Scott Glenn, Steve Gruwell, The freedom Writter, YouTube | Permalink

 

 

 

 

 

 

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When I lost my dad, people said I would never make it…the funny thing is that all this began at the graveside even before the burial was complete. I was too young to understand all this but this later came to make meaning in my life as I grew up. My dad’s time was up and he had done his fair share of raising me up; He’d taken me to a good school, I had a stable foundation in English spoken and most of all left me a loving mother. Situations made me understand that life had it bitter part, but that didn’t stop me from believing that it was indeed possible to grow out of it and establish a better life that will in turn be appreciated later on in the years to come. Yes I was born of the rich but was raised in the slums of Mathare, but I didn’t let that really get into me to really affect my life even though it too had its fare share of influence in my life, but some people helped me choose better, and I will live to forever appreciate this individuals: God, my mum and my preschool teacher Mr. Masaku.

The slums of Mathare was into different sections…Area one, Area two, Area three, Area four, Mathare four A. In this areas were a group of young boys and girls. Belonging to one of these groups could either make you become safe or unsafe. There was no room for betrayal. Safe in the sense that when you are in your area you’d feel secure and you would enjoy all the benefits of being a member; like playing ball, the girls company and many more, and unsafe in the sense that once identified as a member of a given group you could not find your way into a different area even when sent by parents. Our parents weren’t aware of what used to happened at the ground level, we were the once who felt the heat, when bruised during a fight we would find a way of hiding the truth from them. We could say we got hurt playing ball or just come up with something depending on the type of hurt. Every season and situation had its own excuse and we knew how to structure our words to fit in. It all Started like this, characters being natured and this would lead to a greater form of diversification in the conflict groups. I remember at some point I had issues with my members, Men!!! The world became too small for me, there’s nothing I could have done without anyone following or bugging me. They were all over. We used to live in a three storey building and it had one gate, which was the entry and exit point. I couldn’t use it otherwise I faced the risk of having being caught and being beaten. A onetime thorough beating never meant It all ended there, nope, every time they’d catch you they would do the ‘good work’ on you, for this reason I had to find my own way of getting in and out of the building unnoticed…Mum used to get back from work so tired and had to run some of her errands, so electric poles and balcony rails served as my gate. I knew that was against the regulations and if the watchman found me I would have a beating but I would rather go for his as compared to the gang. More will be talked about in my book yet to be released ‘My testimony’ please like my Facebook page and sign up for our monthly news later to be updated, and as bid you I leave you with below videos.

PUSH ON (IT’S NEVER EASY YOU KNOW?).

March 1, 2013 by stevecelebrates in INSPIRATION and tagged Be proud Because you are different, Faith, Good for nothing, Jesus, Jesus in my marriage, Orphan, patrick steven maunda, Physical parent, Please have faith, Push on, Spiritual Parent, The best company, The lord is for you | Permalink

 

When things get tough on you,

Remember to pray.

When no one is there for you,

Please have faith,

the lord is for you.

When things get tough and you feel like giving up,

Let me ask, was the world easy on Jesus?

Besides he was the son of God, but he never did give up,

Though painful it was, He proved his stand.

Things will never be as you want them,But remember to always push on.

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LIFE'S BIG BREAK AND WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW

  

YOU LONG TO HAVE THAT BIG BREAK IN YOUR LIFE,

BUT LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING,

 THERE MUST BE AN EFFORT TO YOU GETTING THERE,

FOR A GLASS TO BREAK..

SOMETHING MUST HAVE HAD AN IMPACT ON IT,

FOR YOU TO CRY...

THERE MUST BE A REASON,

 FOR YOU TO BE SAD...

THERE MUST BE A COURSE,

AND FOR YOU TO SMILE..

THERE MUST BE THAT WHICH MADE YOU SMILE,

FOR YOU TO BE ALIVE..

SOMEONE MUST HAVE DICTATED IT AS SO,

AND FOR HIM TO MAKE IT SO....

IT WAS HIS TENDER MERCIES

AND HIS LOVE AND KINDNESS,

WE ALL DESERVE TO PERISH FROM THE WRONGS WE'VE DONE,

BECAUSE THERE IS TOO MUCH TO STATE!

BUT THE LORD'S LOVE

DID SET US FREE FROM ALL

GOD BLESS YOU

LIVING TESTIMONY

PATRICK MAUNDA

APPRECIATE THE PARENT YOU HAVE.WHETHER SINGLE OR BOTH

THERE'S NO STRONGER INDIVIDUAL LIKE A SINGLE PARENT.

I APPRECIATE EVERY SINGLE PARENT THAT BROUGHT UP A WONDERFUL CHILD LIKE YOURS.STAY STRONG AND GOD BLESS YOU

PATRICK MAUNDA

LIVING TESTIMONY 

FIND OUT WHY IT HURTS

YOU GET SO MUCH INTO IT BLINDLY WITHOUT FIGURING OUT THE CONSEQUENCES,SO MIND ABOUT EVERY ASPECT THE NEXT TIME YOU THINK OF TRYING.

YOU GET TO THINK SO MUCH ABOUT IT AS IF IT IS THE ONLY THING,IT IS NOT!!THERE'S TOO MUCH YOU CAN THINK ABOUT MY FRIEND!

YOU HAVE HOPES ON WHAT IS NOT MEANT TO BE HOPED FOR BY YOU,SO MIND WHAT YOU HOPE FOR.

YOU DIDN'T ASK  QUESTIONS.WHY?

MOST OF ALL YOU NEVER PRAYED TO GOD AND WAS NEVER PATIENT WITH HIM.

AND FURTHER MORE WHO TOLD YOU THAT 

ALL WILL GO SMOOTHLY IN LIFE??

SEE!! YOU CANT ANSWER!

DEFINE HOW YOU LIVE BY HIS WORD AND IT 

SHALL BE WELL WITH YOU MY DAUGHTER AND SON.

PATRICK MAUNDA

LIVING TESTIMONY

GOD PROVES HIMSELF TO US ONCE AGAIN

She became pregnant hoping that she will give birth at the end of the nine months as usual.Everything seemed normal to her and everyone around.Her pregnancy tests did show that all was fine with her and the unborn child,and she was so very happy that she would have her own baby when time is due.Nine months went by,then a year,a year and a half,two years and then the third year.There were no signs of anything,no labor no nothing!She frequented the clinic and all the doctors said was that, "you are only a few months pregnant how come you are so worried,our equipments don't lie,you'll do give birth don't worry."

She carried what she never knew, a creature worth not explaining,the result of the forces of darkness.Who knew it would turn out that way.The mother's initial joyous mood turned to worry ....She gave her life to Jesus Christ,had faith in the word of the lord,and prayed earnestly,and now she'll be a mother soon I believe and there is no doubt about that, i don't doubt at all and never will I!

BASED ON TRUE LIFE STORY

DELIVERANCE CHURCH KANGEMI