TOMORROW COMES

I know for sure that tomorrow comes

And I will not be afraid of it as I’ve always been

Though it’s a day closer to my grave

Though it’s a day closer to the end of the world

Though it’s a day closer to losing my senses

It’s a day closer to becoming a nobody

I will not be afraid of it when it comes.

Gone are the days when I feared tomorrow

For gone are the days when today was worth

I wouldn’t say the same of yesterday though

For gone are the days when life was worth

And I know I’ve had no boldness to face tomorrow

But then it seems I will have to borrow

Because tomorrow comes, so let it come

Tomorrow was my biggest worry

Because I feared the consequences of my today

And being haunted by the choices of yesterday

Feared living to compensate the past

But that past is mine

If I could only mount it to someone else

Then maybe I would love tomorrow

But would never deserve to see it

Now tomorrow is my greatest desire

Because it is my only hope

Hope of correcting my mistakes of today and yesterday

Hope that the road will rise up to meet me

Hope of waking up to a sober and peaceful nation

Hope of waking up to see a smile on my mom’s face

Hope of waking up to a totally new life

This is the best thought then: tomorrow comes

It comes for me, to have another chance.

                                           

                                                      by Vincent Owino

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VOICE OF A MOTHER.

I was never born a haggard harlot
Back then, I had a soft heart
That believed sex was only a procreation act
I never chose to be a deviant
I was just tender and bright
When life shone on me a different kind of light
A light that turned me into the leathery faced town whore.

They say sex is like a river
And a river can bring life to a place
My river gave me a daughter
However, upon floods
The same river destroys
And that’s how my gift turned me into a leathery faced town whore.

I was fifteen when I conceived
My mother said I was deceived
And homeless I was declared
As a teen I was jobless
And as a young mother, I became helpless
I had no one to turn to; I was vulnerable
I guess that when my life became two faced.

I might have fallen harder
But I believed in my beloved daughter
Her future was under
Still unclear but tender
And I knew a home without a daughter
Is like a spring without a source
I guess that was my motivation.

I worked my body
I buried my feelings deep inside me
I let the hurts of me be caged on my walls
I let men feast on me
I decided to hire myself since no one was willing to help
And that how my opinion for sex turned into an economic act.

I was her mother
I was her father
I always made sure bread was available
For her I was always reliable
Clothes she never lacked
A normal life she lived
And I made sure she believed that I was the most hardworking woman ever.

Now that she has grown
To a fine woman
It is my prayer that school doesn’t teach her to hate my job
I hope when I tell her my story she will not be a snob
I hope she never curses the loins that gave birth to her
I hope she grows to be better
I pray that someday she understands
I became a whore
Because I believed in her future.
  Humphrey.

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THE GAME

I was not created to accept you the way you are, I can and might try but it's not guaranteed, and so I ask of you one thing, to understand me. For I am but a human and I am built to criticize and to judge in order to feed my existence. 

So be rude to me too and kill my pride, beliefs and hopes. And let's spend our days with plastic smiles and inverted frowns, clearly forced. 

Then one day I will wake up and do what the rest did, for all I know ...at one point in life everyone will leave you and hand you over to life and even life itself will get rid of you and dispose of you to death. 

So tell me what expectations do have of me when even the forces greater than me are against you. 

So leave me be for we are all in this game of Life and death and I am playing for survival, whatever it takes It's your time now, the time for your initiation is near, pay your price and onto the next stage go ... 

But as you go please remember, I applied for none of this and none of this can I change, I am simply following the rules of the game, Game of Life and death. 

by Damaris Amondi

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