Well, i am a little tooooo late for #NationalPoetryDay but i still couldn’t let this one pass.
This here is a completely cool friend of mine who decides to beautifully pen a brief poem. Once upon a time he published them on the world wide web, but not anymore. Apparently he grew up. Hahaha. I wonder where that leaves the rest of us!
Ladies and gentlemen, i present to you my first guest post(er), John Wafula.
That’s the picture painted when the windows open, this morning.
Moaning, sounds of the moment pleasure-yawning when sun is dawning,
Daunting, thoughts run up and down on tracks of ponder, in wander;
I wonder, how you are this morning with your glory eyes, shining like the sun.
That’s the picture you are when your eyes open, this moment.
Maybe one day, very soon, i will share a bigger story, but today, this is my short one;
I grew up in a peri-urban environment. Every adult,including mine, was on a quest for survival. Every child, including myself, was looking up to the adult, hoping for a better childhood. A better life.
It didn’t turn out so bad for myself. I have ordinary humans to thank for that. Humans who wouldn’t have cared less!
But most of all. God.
4000 children in the slums of Kibuli have the chance to have what i did not have. I have seen them, known them, and they need this more than I did then. We can be the ordinary humans who couldn’t have cared, but we did. We took the matter into our own hands and brought hope to our learned, innovative and exceptional friends in the future.
With your help, 40 Days Over 40 Smiles Foundation will build a Learning Centre in Kibuli, a Kampala city suburb, providing free access to books, computers and a space for skills development for in and out-of-school children living in the slum.
We can give 4000 children, 4000 stories to tell today and tomorrow.
Click here to learn more and donate! We have 9 days left to do this. 🙏