I am no boy scout
Nevertheless
I am always prepared
Prepared for the worst

You taught me that
To have pessimism in place of faith
To look for ghostly silhouettes on lit walls
To doubt my fortune

Before my birth I was prepared
To be deprived of my right
To go back to my creator
Before I am fully created

When I was born I was prepared
To spend a night in a litter bin
To be raised by hands of a different womb
To call the streets home

When I was of age I was prepared
To get only a drop of juice
From the fruits of my labor
To wallow endlessly in poverty and primitivitty 

Something is missing
Can you feel it?
The emptiness...
Sure
All the pieces 
Of the puzzle
Are where they belong
We came out victorious
The battles and wars
We won
The struggle is over
Our paths are brighter
The gods
Are on our side
Our wishes
Their command
Don't we have it all?
Is this not
Our apotheosis...
What is missing
Why the emptiness
Why the unsatisfactory
Why the desire
Of the unknown....

© Yvonne Olga

A world full of true lies

He lives in a delusion of grander
His shanty is a castle
Royal in his eyes
'How melodious'
The cacophony from the market
Is music to his ears
He collects precious stones 
From the gutter
His sack is almost full
He is conceited... 
 

It is an imaginary world
A place beyond and within

Where burdens are lifted
Broken hearts are mended
Painful memories are shattered
Every wish is fulfilled

The noose of death is undone
Foe souls bury the hatchet
Heavens door is left ajar
Wild dreams come to life

Paradiise becomes a reality
The holy grail is found

Listen to the voiceless voices
Embrace the shadows unseen
Follow the beckoning rainbow light
Open the window of your eyes

Everything sparkles with affluence
Waterfalls of falling diamonds
Sidewalks of silver and gold
Bridges of rubies and pearl

Forever the sun shines
Rivers never run dry
Flowers do not grow old
And butterflies fly away not

Poets Note:

Hi there! Welcome to my blog! This is my first post, I am so excited that I am finally a blogger, I always wanted to be one but I was in high-school then, a boarding school mind you :-) blogging would be next to impossible, right? I am now a proud Kenyan citizen and will be joining campus in a few weeks, yippee! :-D I decided to post this poem as my first post because I am so proud of it, It appeared in the Sunday Nation newspaper.

My poem appeared in the Sunday Nation newspaper (Buzz Magazine) on March 18, 2012