"When people talk of the freedom of writing, speaking or thinking I cannot choose but laugh. No such thing ever existed. No such thing now exists; but I hope it will exist. But it must be hundreds of years after you and I shall write and speak no more." - John Adams

Monday, March 20, 2017

The Two Sides of the Fifth Colour

One is bold,
The other is cold.
One is side,
The other is tide.

One is hold,
The other is fold.
One is gold,
The other is sold.

One is steroid,
The other is void.
One is steward,
The other is coward.

One is wide,
The other is slide,
One is broad,
The other is soad.

One is revered,
The other is used.
One is feared,
The other is geared.

Be told.

To be continued.

Fadhy Mtanga,
Mbeya,  Tanzania.
Monday,  March 20, 2017.

Friday, March 10, 2017

One Ugandan Girl

The way you look,
Never stops to amaze me,
Okuva olunaku olwasooka;
When I met you,
I surely knew,
That would just be the beginning,
Of a very wonderful journey;
Wakati waffe.

As I walk with you,
Down the streets of Owino,
Omutima gwange is filled with love,
And excitement.
And the feelings of belongingness,
And the senses of completeness;
Of the two of us.

As I wake up,
Every morning at Bweyogerere,
And watch the musana from Mukono,
I love looking at you,
Lying so dearly like omwana omuto
And tell you the words that I love,
"Nkwagala nyo”
And that will remain,
My feelings olubelela.

And, it's not only about,
The beauty of  omubili gwo,
It is also about,
The beauty of omwoyo gwo n’amagezi go;
And, that of the two of us.
That will remain olubela,
The best thing in us.

Fadhy Mtanga,
Kampala, Uganda.
Ku Lwokusatu, March, 2017.

Saturday, May 28, 2016

When You Talk

Listen more, talk less, often,
And when you talk, talk with a tone,
The tone so mystique that's able to soften,
To soften the heart of who's lucky to listen,
Listen more, talk less, as it may happen,
Talk romantically again, and again,
The tone that softens but able to sustain,
So lovingly,  more than a xylophone,
Sweeter than a piano accordion,
Talk with a touch, often.

Fadhy Mtanga,
Mbeya, Tanzania.
Saturday, May 28th, 2016.

Sunday, November 30, 2014

Loneliness

During my childhood,
I thought,
Loneliness means,
Someone being all alone,
Someone without someone!

This life has taught me,
In so different ways,
That loneliness is,
Emptiness,
Within togetherness.

Togetherness with,
Despair,
Contempt,
Egotism,
Being vain,
And anxiety.

So, loneliness.

Fadhy Mtanga,
Mwenge, Dar es Salaam.
Sunday, November 30, 2104.

Friday, October 11, 2013

A FRIDAY TALK: Live what you preach

I was held in a bit surprise when I was staring before my wall calendar only to find out the month is on it’s halfway.  I was wondering if this dear October is being chased away by the world’s number one sprinter, Usain Bolt or may be its accelerator is being pushed on by Mike Schumacher, that all time best world’s racing driver who had topped the lists in Formula One’s records.

By being attention that the famous 14th October is around the corner, just 3 days to come, I have some sorts of things to think deeper.  For those who were around on 14th October 1999 when the then president Ben Mkapa announced the death of Mwalimu Nyerere to the Tanzanians and the world on the whole, may be remembering in what extent the news burst the hearts of so many people.  Though, people were aware of the seriousness of his sickness, the expectations of so many people were not in love with the news of the departure of the greatest statesman.

I am not planning to go deeper in discussing the life of Mwalimu Nyerere.  But, it won’t bother say very little.  Mwalimu Nyerere had his ideology, Ujamaa na Kujitegemea.  If you are so in love with this Queen’s language, Socialism and Self-Reliance is its formal translation.  Mwalimu preached Ujamaa na Kujitegemea throughout his life.  That ideology resulted into the Azimio la Arusha as it was famously so known.  In one of the Mwalimu’s famous press conferences that was held in Dar es Salaam sometimes in 1995, Mwalimu in his own words pledged that he believed in his Bible and a booklet for Arusha Declaration.  Not only what he usually said, but also his entire life reflected what he preached.  I am so aware of the debates in numerous social networks on the correctness of his ideology.  Here, it’s not about the correctness, but about how you live in what you preach.

We have seen so many scenarios of how people live what they don’t preach and preach what they don’t live.  This succumbs people from different cadres; let them be the politicians, artistes, activists or the clergymen.  We have seen so many examples.

I still have a reminiscence of an incident in more than ten years ago.  I was in my final year at O’level.  We were approaching the World Women’s Day, so we had a discussion at the school hall about the activism towards women’s right.  One of our dear female teachers stood up to speak.  She was condemning people who used to harass their house maids.  She spoke with feelings.  Everyone in the hall was caught up with emotions and sense of empathy except one.  My colleague (best friend suits more) who was sitting very close to me, rose up his right hand to interrupt that female teacher.

Then, he stood up with extra ordinary confidence to speak.  He accused the particular female teacher for being a liar.  He said, the female teacher lied to the audience while she has a number of incidences of harassing the house maids at her home.  The guy spoke with confidence and named three incidences which he has previously witnessed.  He went very far to say, it’s so a great sin to preach what she was not living through.  I do remember how the face of that female teacher went so pale.  In a great despair, the dear female teacher attacked my friend personally without responding to the allegations made against her.

What followed that remarkable day, are the stories to remember.  The teacher in collaboration with her colleagues tried harder and harder to conspire against our comrade.  The comrade was too smart to be trapped into their leads.  At the end of the day, the examination council awarded the guy a division one.

I have the second example.  Just a month ago, I was driving along the premises of a certain modern church in this busiest city.  It was a week day. Prior to bad infrastructures I found it easier to make a u-turn around the premise.  Unfortunately, the clergymen found me.  They were not happy with me at all.  I tried to apologize and explain why I did in that way.  They were too harsh towards me.  I asked myself, what does it mean when they preach, “love thy brother”?  Am I not their brother?  Let us ignore the example.

These two examples give me a time to think about what we preach against what we live.  We see our politicians everyday preaching unity and tranquility, yet they are the first one to segregate us because of political affiliates, religions or tribes. 

I am so much in love with the famous old saying, let us not be concerned with our reputation, but rather, our character.  Reputation comes from what we preach to others, but character is being built by what we live.  Character is who we are.  So, let us be who we are while we tell others basing on who we are and not what we want them to believe.

Let us live what we preach.

Have a very splendid weekend.

Fadhy Mtanga,
Dar es Salaam.

Friday, October 11, 2013.

Monday, October 7, 2013

A MONDAY TALK: Use your pen so bravely

ONE of my great likes is reading each and every piece of writing that comes across my eyes.  I have been enjoying this so far.  However, in my readings, sometimes I find a number of writings which are so disgraceful.  There are some people who love to write issues which are warranting disgrace or giving offense to moral sensibilities and also injurious to reputation.

Using our pens bravely is something I want to discuss with you today.  We are all aware that these technological advancements have just facilitated, inter alia, the freedom of expressing our thoughts to a wider community.  Just 2 decades ago, the situation was very different from what we have today.  The usage of pens during that time was limited and the authorities had enough control.

Let me, before I proceed, make you aware of what I mean whenever I mention ‘pen’ in this discussion.  Forget your expensive Advanced Learners’ English Dictionary.  Here, a pen does not only mean that small item filled with ink that is used to write on paper.  My definition of the word goes further.  It also means a keyboard on your computer, expensive tablet, beautiful cellular phone and other ways you use to convey your message to your audience.

Internet revolution has introduced so many fora where people are able to use their pens as they wish.  If we take blogs, facebook and twitter as the examples, we are finding that so many issues are discussed every minute.  Here comes my point, on how we use our pens in those areas.

When the 20th century was waiving a goodbye, we saw the mushrooming of local papers which we baptized magazeti ya udaku though the owners wished to be called by a christianized name, magazeti pendwa.  We underestimated the impact of those papers to the morals of our society especially when dealing with our youngsters.  It became a most fashionable way to portray very shameful images to get easier to the market.  They introduced the stories called chombezo which in one way or the others, has affected the way young people think about sexual relationship.

One reputed writer had once commented that those chombezos have made young people to think cheating is a heroic manner.  Multiple and teenage relationships became the normal things because of the impressions of the tabloids.  Yet, we didn’t find it necessary to warn the usage of those pens.

Today, the story has been advanced by Facebook, blogs and twitter, just to mention few.  The young generation is being affected by how the pens are used in these so called social networks.  The most visited blogs are those which portray sexual images and strong religious aversion.  The facebook pages fall on the same category.  When you go to twitter, you don’t miss the tweets that preach intense dislikes among the society members.

Why am I so concerned?  They way we use our pens today reflect our tomorrow.  If you use your pen today to preach something which is unpleasant, harmful or evil to your society, don’t expect to have a bright future of your society.  If you are a Christian, then you use your pen to slam the Muslims, don’t expect the tomorrow of togetherness and tranquility between those two different believers.  Let it’s vice versa be understood as well.

The Facebook fora are occupied with the usage of abusive languages and personal attacks.  People forget the key issues; instead, they keep on attacking personalities, beliefs, tribes and political affiliates.  Are they the great problems that we have?  Let us change the way we use our pens.

There is an old saying which sermonizes, the common problems we have are greater than the differences dividing us.  If we take the wisdom of the particular saying, we have to use our pens to discuss the better ways of overcoming our common problems rather that propagating hatred among our societies or portraying immorals.

In Conflict Theory there is a principle that provides, two opposing sides tend to unite when they have a common enemy.  Our social problems like corruption, poverty, unemployment, diseases, ignorance and so many others are our common problems. We have to unite to prevent and combat them. They do not affect us just because we are Muslims or Christians, not because we are CCM or Chadema, not because we are Hayas or Yaos.  They affect us because we are just human beings living in a society that is occupied by people who are very concerned with the differences lying between us.

My appeal to my fellow wananchi, let us use our pens so bravely to address the problems we have, identify the better ways of overcoming them and awake our fellows for the sake of the betterment of the society we live in.

A nation cannot be changed by pens which are busy portraying sexual scenes, hatred and other illusions.  Let us wake up.

Let our pens be used so bravely.

Fadhy Mtanga,
Dar es Salaam.
Monday, October 7, 2013.


Friday, October 4, 2013

A FRIDAY TALK: Have you failed somewhere? Are you hurt? Dare to rise again

Do you ever read the biographies of the greatest names in history?  Do you bother? If you do, you are falling in the category of the wisest people in the globe. If you don't, you are not falling in the opposite category at per, but you may be lacking something very special in life.

You may be wondering why have I started my discussion by asking you whether you read the stories of the greatest people in history. I have opted this so intentionally. To know how much you learn by analysing what other people did, or how much other people had gone through to become who they are today.

Life is full of challenges.  Full of heartbreakings. Full of disappointments. Full of every tribulation. Tribulations know better when to visit you. Know better where to find you. They are part and parcel of your living. You cannot run away from them because it'll be like running away from yourself. Something inapplicable. You may be very smart in classrooms, offices, homes and enroutes. But you cannot be smart off tribulations.
Tribulations have always been the ingredients of human's success.  Wise men claim, tribulations had been there since the dead sea was the only critical.

May be you are now going through the most difficult time in your life. May be you are feeling like the sky if falling on you.  May be you are left all alone after those you gave your life have decided to turn their backs against you. May be you have failed at school. May be you have lost your job. May be you are regretting some mistakes you have made.

Of all you may be going through, I want to use my today's Friday Talk to assure you, there is always tomorrow.

It needs you some extra ordinary courage to understand especially when you are going through the toughest moment of which you think you are almost finished.

When you read the life stories of those you call the greatest people on earth, you will realize no one had made it easier to be the person whom you admire alot today. You may be knowing greatest names like Albert Einstein, Mahatma Ghandhi, Fidel Castro, Mwalimu Nyerere, Ellen Johnson Sirleaf, Che Guevara, Nelson Mandela or Steve Jobs, to mention few. They were not born as the greatest people on earth. They had a normal birth like yours. They attended school. They didn't use an escalator. They had to climb the normal stairs you are on today.

They had courage and a never-give-up spirit. The most successful people are not those who have not experienced failures. They are people who have always taken failure in a positive way and use as an ignition towards great achievements in their living.

You may be dating the person you love the most in this world. All of a sudden that person shits you. You get so confused and think your life is all over. That is a character of a person with the lowest self-esteem. People with the highest, will get hurt because they are just human beings like you. But, they will realize that their demons have found themselves not meeting their qualities, they decide to leave them so that they can find their levels.  Don't undervalue yourself just to meet the person who doesn't know how worth you are.  Live your life.

There goes an old saying, strength doesn't mean not falling down, but being able to rise after you have fallen. Don't be the person who never fall down. Who never fail. Be the person who is so courageous to rise again each time he or she falls down. Dare to rise again after each fall. And, when you rise up, make sure you rise upper and upper.

They say, failure is an ignition to start again more brilliantly.  If you don't fail, it means you don't try anything. Dare to take the risk of failure by being able to try things which you think may be productive in your life. When you fail, dare to push on.

When you experience setbacks or heartbreaks, take a note that, there is light after every tunnel. Dawn after every night. Take a very simple calculation as an example to my perspective. The sun sets West around 6 pm. It takes almost 7 hours to reach the late night. But, after the late night, it takes just 3 hours to dawn. This indicates clearly, after a steeper slope, you reach the plateau.

So, when you face the unhappiness, pain, suffering, or any sort of unpleasant circumstances that demoralize you in any way, dare to rise up again and make things happen. You are incharge of your happiness and future as they are on your hands. If you don't dare to rise again, don't expect the other people, to lift you up.

Be incharge of your life. Be who you are. Don't afraid to fall down. Don't afraid to fail. But, dare to rise again

As the weekend is here, may I wish you the splendid one. My fellow football fans, we know where and how to meet.

With love.

Fadhy Mtanga,
Dar es Salaam.
Friday, October 4, 2013.

Monday, September 30, 2013

Take My Hand

I feel so lonely,
When my heart is broken,
If I feel so excluded,
And the tension kills me,
Take my hand.

If I feel so sick,
After I have been left alone,
If all I see is only darkness,
And I'm afraid to walk,
Take my hand.

If I feel like crying,
When I know things are not ok,
If no one looks on my side,
And I fail when I try,
Take my hand.

If I feel losing my entire world,
When I'm crushed like ice,
If I feel so down and lone,
And I fail to find happiness,
Take my hand.

Fadhy Mtanga,
Morogoro.
Monday, September 30, 2013.

A MONDAY TALK: Read more, learn more, don't be misled

DURING my school years, I used to be a very big fan of music. I prefered reggae and hiphop the most. Although, sometimes I used to have a passion for other genres such as RnB, country and others, are the reggae and hiphop lyrics that filled my books.

Up to this moment, I still have the lyrics of the song that inspired me greatly. The song goes by the name 'I Can' by one of the famous hiphop artistes Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones who is simply known globally as Nas. In one of the lines of the song, Nas raps, "Read more, learn more, change the globe."

The line remains my number one reminder when it comes to dealing with any thing.

The topic for my today's Monday Talk, is deliberately derived from the particular line.  If you are a regular reader of Holy Scriptures, I am sure you have come across to the line pledging, "My people are lost for lacking knowledge."

Read more, learn more, don't be misled. Yes. That's all I am about to discuss with you today. The experiences from the societies we leave, our workplaces, our worship places and so many others, have portrayed in so many ways that people are misled because they lack knowledge.

As my custom, I will prefer using some few examples to demonstrate my viewpoint. I hope you are aware of the tragedic incident at Westgate in the Kenyan capital. My condolences to those affected either directly or indirectly. For those who lost their lives, may their souls find the eternal peace. Amen.

During and after the incident, the social networks we so busy discussing the siege. Some people condemned the Muslims and Islam for that terrorism attack. This means, we still have peole who think terrorism is an element of Islam. Let's read more and learn more about terrorism. After we have so done, we will realize that there are terrorists in Ireland, Spain, America and other places who are neither Muslims nor Arabs.

If we read and learn more, we will judge the terrorists by their actions and not by the religion they belong. We will judge them by their motives and not by their race.

Let us not be misled by our few fellows who happened to have read more and use the knowldge to fool us. Let us not hate each other because the few bad guys who had read more preach to us the lessons of hatrance and antagonism among ourselves.

I take the other example from the workplaces. I have read the news, I have also participated in mediation sessions between employers and trade unions. Sometimes, the trade union leaders tend to mislead their members. They call on strike which is both illegal and unjustifiable. The workers, who are their members get influenced and involved just to welcome the consequences that follow. If you ask them, why did they participate in that unlawful thing, they will tell you, they were misled by their union leaders.

But, what would have happened if the workers on their own could have taken the initiatives to equip themselves with the basics of the labour laws? It costs nothing to read and learn about the dos and don'ts at the workplaces. We are lazy sometimes to the extent of leaving the few people to do that for ourselves. At the end of the day, we are so misled.

The world has changed very much. Technological innovations have easened alot of things when it comes to getting a knowledge. This is no longer the world of 'I don't know'. This is the world of knowing things. We are sorrounded by a variety of gadgets such as phones, tablets and computers which are all connected to internet.

Don't just use them for chatting in facebook, twitter, whatsapp and the likes. Use them to advance your understanding of things. Don't let anyone mislead you while you have a wider access to the knowledge pool.

Read more, learn more, don't be misled. Let the phrase be one of your fundamental principles for your own destiny.

Enjoy a week ahead of you.

Fadhy Mtanga,
Dodoma.
Monday, September 30, 2013

Friday, September 20, 2013

WEEKEND TALK: Yet you complain, that life’s so unfair

SOMETIMES I just wonder.  What surprises me is nothing but the mentality of my fellow countrymen.  I have been participating in numerous informal social dialogues so far.  When we sit in our so called vijiwe, or travel in our famous commuters, daladala, or when we visit our fellow countrymen, we happen to hear the complaints against this so called unfairness of the life we live.  People are complaining in different aspects of life, let it at individual level or the collective one.

As the new calendars are posted on our beautiful house walls and their pages being turned over and over again, we are getting used to be a nation of complainants.  We complain about everything.  About the system that runs the country, about the people we interact daily.  Above all, about our normal being, our own life.  We even complain against the destiny that is totally under our control.  We complain.

As the weekend is around the corner, when the footballmaniac (don’t forget the Manchester derby on Sunday at Etihad stadium in Queen Elizabeth’s land) and alcoholic may hold you captive, forget a little bit about your lovely English dictionary.  Just forget the normal definition of the word complainant.  For my friends who are lawyers, get rid of your famous legal dictionaries.  I want to give you my definition of the word complainant.

Here comes mine, the complainant is a person who sees things in a negative way, by using negative eyes and perceive them negatively because of the negative attitude against things that the particular person is having.  Forget about claiming the whole definition as if you are struggling to finish your thesis.  Only you can do here, understand about the mentality of people of seeing things negatively.  There goes an old saying, we tend to perceive the world the way we see it.  So, if you see it negatively, do not expect to perceive it positively.

I will use two examples to demonstrate my viewpoint.  One day I happened to visit the local petty trader specialized in producing and selling maandazi and chapati.  At the time I made the visit, my watch was reading 9 hours.  The particular madam was just arriving from intensive sleep (may be she had a tough night).  At nine hours she was yet not to sell, but even to prepare the cookeries.  When I asked her why she was so late, she became harsh towards me and told me if I am not satisfied better find my other way.  While our conversation was yet to find a compromise, one metallic black Verossa passed through.  The madam maandazi raised up.  She put her arms on her waist, shaking her head in a melancholy manner saying, ”Wenye hela zao hao.  Kuna watu Mungu kawapendelea kweli!” 

The other day I was passing along Mwananyamala Kwa Kopa with my colleagues.  We found one woman selling banana along the way.  We all wished to have them.  I disembarked from our car.  After having known the price, I took the number we were in need.  I produced a ten thousand bill.  That was the only bill we had.  The beloved banana seller refused to take that money complaining, “We utanipaje hela kubwa hivyo.  Mi sina chenji.”  I tried my best level to convince her to seek change in neighbouring groceries.  She refused.  Not only we had to go without those bananas, but also she had to miss the one thousand shillings.  I asked myself, how many thousand shillings she has been sacrificing so far only to entertain her laziness?  How would they have changed her life?

Looking thoroughly in the two instances, you will find they represent the majority of our fellow countrymen.  We fail to control our own destiny, yet we complain the unfairness of life.  How can life seem to be fair to you while as the vitafunio seller, you are still on your tempting bed up to 9 am?  After you wake up and prepare your cookeries, it will almost be approaching noon when your potential customers are thinking of lunch.  Yet you complain that your neighbours are so jealous of you hence applying some superstitious tactics against you.  And, the normal complaint, this life is so unfair.  How can’t it be?

Our biggest enemy is ourselves.  It’s nothing but our mentality, laziness and stupidity for thinking good things will find us while we are eagerly waiting for them on our beautiful beds.  The fairness of life will never ever happen as the result of our nonstop complaints; they will come after we have broken the odds and taken the initiatives to grab them accordingly.

If we are not ready to change ourselves, we will keep on complaining.  Still, there will never be a litmus to change the unfairness we see into fairness we are keen to see.    Before you complain about the so called unfairness of live, take a deeper look into yourself to find out if you are fair enough to it.  Take initiatives to change your attitude.

Enjoy your weekend.  My fellow football fans, we always know where and how we meet.

Fadhy Mtanga,
Sinza, Dar es Salaam,
Friday, September 20, 2013.



Monday, September 16, 2013

When the school owners play us a melodrama

I was visiting the online edition of the Africa Review, only to find an appeal from the school owners in Tanzania against the order of the President Jakaya Kikwete to the illegal immigrants.  Recently, media houses have reported the order from the President directing the expulsion of thousands of illegal immigrants who have found their homes in Tanzania.  Although the speculations have been made that the order was a result of a tense situation between our president and the Rwandese, the truth remains firm not in favour of those illegal immigrants who occupy mostly in the bordering regions.

The report on the Africa Review claims that about 10,000 teachers from private school face the expulsion.  The report went further to utter that the crackdown will have the serious repercussions on private English medium schools.  The secretary general of the organization of the non-governmental schools and colleges had been quoted claiming that the owners of those schools cannot afford to pay the required fees to obtain the work permit for the foreigners teaching in their schools.  They appeal for the President to withdraw his order to their employees of which they admit to be illegal immigrants.

The school owners are arguing that they employ those immigrants prior to the shortage of Tanzanians for a particular cadre.  Therefore, they are in need of broken laws to favour their actions which in reality are unpatriotic.  Here is where I say they are playing us a melodrama.

Melodrama is a work of art full of exaggerations whereby the characters are put into danger so as to appeal to the emotions.  The school owners are doing us the same by telling us if those illegal immigrants who are teaching in their schools are let deported, the education in Tanzania will face the huge pitfall.  So, they want the President to feel sorry for them and apply double standards in dealing with illegal immigrants.  They tell us that they lack local tutors in place of their beloved and professional illegal immigrants.  What a shame claiming this.

So many job seekers have all the time been alleging the employers, including these school owners, to favour the foreigners even when these Tanzanians possess more qualifications or fall the same. 

I am firmly disagreeing that those illegal immigrants are employed prior to the shortage of the Tanzanians to do the same. It's just a state of mind of the schools owners to favour those foreigners instead of Tanzanians. In every sector, the owners keep on employing the foreigners claiming that Tanzanians are incapable. This claim is obvious a lie. I support the president, atleast this will enable the Tanzanians to compete in labour market on fair grounds.

I feel so disappointed when I visit hotels, schools and other business arenas only finding the foreigners are placed even where the Tanzanians are capable.  They employ the foreigners as cheap labourers in hotels and schools.  They put them in hostels.  If you conduct a very simple research, you will be so surprised to find out they do not possess the qualifications that the thousands of Tanzanians left out do.

To the school and college owners, I stand against your request. There is no need to appeal to the president to withdraw his order of their expulsion. As the owners, people seem to be of elite, it's a very big shame to employ the illegal immigrants. I am sure, if those immigrants were of required qualifications, all the required formalities would have been met before their employment. But, preceding to the fact that these illegal immigrants are not qualified as they tend to make us believe, they find it very difficult to meet the immigration formalities that include acquiring the valid work permit.


I therefore request to the school and college owners not to play us your melodrama nor seek the sympathy for your outlaw actions. I support the president and all those dare to maintain a rule of law without looking the eyes of the wrongdoers sympathetically.

Fadhy Mtanga,
Dar es Salaam.
Monday, September 16, 2013.

Monday, August 19, 2013

That's who I am

The world may be so tense,
For my dreams so to condense,
And the situation to be full of suspense,
I never lose hope,
That's who I am.

Relations may be covered by darkness,
So for love to lose its sense of happiness,
I never lose hope,
That's who I am.

The once true friends may run away,
The circumstances to make them feel not to stay,
And make me feel there is a price to pay,
I never lose hope,
That's who I am.

I may encounter the feelings of lonesome,
As my colleagues finding me so so troublesome,
So to make my life miserable and cumbersome,
I never lose hope,
That's who I am.

I always hope for the brightness of tomorrow,
And believe in the happiness after.sorrow,
And hope for the mood so mellow,
For I never lose hope,
Because, that's who I am.

Sunday, September 30, 2012

An aged woman

She is left all alone in the village, 
She is at the age of ninety seven, 
She manages to walk only with a stick, 
She is living alone in her house, 
But she used to have six children.

Her first born was a son, 
Who died during the liberation struggle, 
He left no child nor wife at all, 
The mother was hurted so much, 
But she put hopes on the remaining five.

Her second born was a daughter, 
She had married the most cruel man, 
She experienced tortures and subordinations, 
She died shortly before the baby was to be born, 
The mother cried but she had four children.

Her third born was a daughter too, 
She was a pilot soon after the college, 
The plane was hijacked by the terrorists, 
She was killed during the struggle to survive, 
The mother now had left with three children.

Her fourth born was a son, 
He was a member of the opposition party, 
One day political violence filled the city, 
So he was shot dead by the police, 
So the mother remained with the two.

Her fifth born was a son again, 
He was a main line locomotive driver, 
The occurance of the head-on collission, 
Had killed him instantly, 
Letting the mother to have only one hope.

Her last born was a daughter, 
The only hope after the loss experience, 
The girl was infected by the disease, 
She died after suffering for so long, 
No more hope to the mother of once being six.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

You are a reason

For my
Happiness,
Smile,
Laughter,

Lonesome,
Tears.

Above all,
Being in love.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

The truth

No one can hide it,
No matter how long it takes,
No one can avoid it,
No matter how hard he tries.

It never wears anything,
To hide something from it,
It always appears naked and clear,
And so justifiable.

Monday, September 5, 2011

Speak

One word,
Or the two,
Even more!
That will change,
Our life,
Now,
Again,
And forever.
Your silence,
Hurts us more,
Than a sharp knife,
And kills,
The nation,
More than the bullets.

Speak!

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

One minute

That costs your life,
Destroys your manhood,
Your history,
Your legacy,
A minute,
That changes,
Now and then,
Of your existence,
Because of your arrogance,
Will always live,
In the hearts,
Of revolutionaries,
And blow its wind,
Across the continent,
In its wholeness,
And sends the message,
From the very common men and women,
Plus their children,
To the very minute,
Of tiresome,
But with the devotion,
Vowing to the last battle,
Of victory.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

A word of love

Say a word,
That will change my life,
That will erase the sorrow,
That will cure the wounds,
That will stamp out the pains,
That will remove the scars,
That will unfragment me,
A word of love.

Say a word,
That will fill my heart,
That will comfort me,
That will rub the tears,
That will moralize me,
That will make me happy,
That will satisfy my soul,
A word of love.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

My three words

I have three words,
Which are very few,
But are so many,
By their meanings,
And their reflection.

I love you!

The first word is "I",
This stands for me,
Who tirelessly,
Days and nights,
I'm treasuring specially,
The true feelings of love,
Devoting my heart,
And giving you my life.

The second word is "love",
That stands for great feelings,
Of enthusiastic fondness,
Of passionate affection,
That I have for you,
That I want to share,
With you, only you,
Now and forever.

The last word is "you",
Whom my heart lays on,
And my mind sets upon,
Forever and for always,
So send me back,
The true love I'm sending you,
And keep in in your heart,
As I love you.

So much.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Stay with me

When sun rises,
When sun sets,
During the noon,
Or at the evening,
During the night,
Always be by my side,
Please don't go.

Let me wake up,
Always with you,
To spend the days,
With your presence,
I can't be happy,
If life is without you,
So stay with me.