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Poetry
My Virtuous Wife
God, let me go home to a wife who loves you more than me Who loves your house more than our house And loves your son more than our sons God, let your word be always on her lips…
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Faith & Foundations
I Got Pregnant in Church
Someone texted me recently on WhatsApp and told me that I should do a part series about love, sex, and relationships especially among Christians. Well, I am not an expert in this…
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Poetry
Lord, How Do You Want Me to Lead?
Lord, how do you want me to lead? If I cannot lower my temper? At the very bottom of the meter? Lord, how do you want me to lead? If all seems vague? And the road rough and…
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Faith & Foundations
Dump That Ungodly Lover
A friend of mine recently told me that I need some chill pills. That I should dip the arrow of truth in honey before I can fire it. Well, there is one realm in which this doesn’t…
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Faith & Foundations
Praise & Worship, Choir and Sexual Immorality
Yes, you read it right. Sexual immorality amongst the guys who lead us to worship. I have been to several churches in my life. I have interacted with several people and mostly…
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Faith & Foundations
Christians, Let's Talk About Sex
I brought this conversation recently on on our WhatsApp group and most people shied away from the disgusting talk. I mean, how can a Christian, saved from the world, saved from…
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Poetry
Oh Wretched Man
Oh, wretched man that you are Will you not look at your scars? And keep what harms you far? Oh, wretched man that sins Will you ever stop being mean? And banish all your greed?…
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Poetry
Lord, Give Me Enough Grace
Lord, I remember the days I used to fall prostrate in tears Blaming you for the misfortunes in my life I remember the days in pain I asked for a drop of water in my abyss And you…
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Poetry
Mashujaa?
I can see the burning coals in my neighbor’s soul Lighting his eyes red and turning his heart cold I can see the hate fueled by the words of others Our esteemed leaders who in…
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Poetry
The Artist's View
There’s what a farmer sees in a barren and untilled land There’s the form that a sculptor sees in a trunk Just as there’s thirst that thrives when a painter’s sights a canvas All…
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Faith & Foundations
What Are the Odds?
Recently, my brother and I were walking from Kileleshwa to Nairobi. It was around 11.00pm and we chose to stroll talking about life. We talked about so many things. We talked…
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Poetry
A Soul Yearns
It is deep in the wee When all should be still But the clock ticks And crickets sing It is grave-silent Only the smell of dark Crown this night But deep inside A soul yearns For a…