Poem by my good friend David.  

Hope in hopeless crisis… By David Mwambari (left) 

As a dark cloud overwhelmed my thoughts, I started whispering… 

Find me a guitar I lament for you my agony,

Find me a microphone I voice my sorrows

Find me a pen I narrate for you a story that rip my heart apart

Find me time I tell you how helpless I feel 

Helpless as I listen to the woman cry for her murdered child

Helpless as I watch her weeping in front of her raped daughter

Helpless as I see her finding comfort on her husband’s grave

Helpless as she tells me of her slaughtered son Helpless as I gaze at her begging to exist

Helpless as I kneel with her begging her kind not to oppress her own

Helpless as I look at her calling on her maker for salvation

Helpless as I contemplate at her seeking hope from the horizon 

Find her picking of what is left in the Rift Valley,

Find her re-purify her face in Lake Naivasha

Find her counting losses in tea plantation in KericoFind  her echo in Nandi Hills calling for Peace…. 

Find me, helpless wondering if there is more I can do to help…  

Last night the moon and I were talking, I found hope in helpless situation   

Hope that exist within Hope that looks beyond human greed

Hope that finds good in human spirit when evil surrounds 

Hope that I see in the sky filled with smoke from burnt houses 

Hope that I see in the horizon of my imagination Hope that goes beyond the shadows of yesterday

Hope that over comes yesterday’s hatred

Hope that confronts my memory of conflict 

Hope that looks beyond human eyesHope that sees present suffering ending

Hope that has faith in today’s youth, in the unborn generation

Hope that destroys selfish oppressors’ plans  

Hope in hopeless crisis… 

By David Mwambari