Sheilagh Nasindu – Kenyan PoetJanuary 3, 2016 3:49 am
WE ARE BECAUSE YOU WERE:
Musaga SS, haven for the needy, with you I join those who honour the life of Deanna O’Neill.
Out of grief I rise to curse the winds of death whose purpose was concealed from doctors, interceders, advocates of life.
As I pray I mourn the demise of that heroine soul.
In pain and in vain I search for answers, sadly I find none. Death does not bow to hospitals and wait on churches that challenge its mandate.
The innocent are taken all too soon.
As we celebrate the new Musaga, we cherish the wonderful people of CES and think of Deanna, loving daughter of Lynn Zalinski,
thankful for her sacrifice to the needy.
Overwhelmed by a spirit of optimism, I now turn to God in thanks.
Deanna’s departure is not in vain. Her memory is raised to the heights. Deanna has been promoted to glory.
“We are because you were.”
FATE FINALLY FADES TO HOPE
Our fate was to walk in the wilderness, to rummage among rubbish bins, with worry and despair evident on our faces. It now begins to fades in the light of education.
Left behind by more fortunate colleagues, we floundered in a world where school uniforms and other requirements for learning were unknown to us.
The roots of Canadian scholarships fanned out spreading its shade towards the poor and needy. We now enjoy the fruits of this generosity.
The beautiful buildings of our school, clean water projects, battery tooth brushes, solar rechargeable lamps, mosquito nets, backpacks, sanitary towels and of course school fees paid, have nullified the grand challenges to education so now we are learning.
As our fate fades, traces of its scent still remain. We are faced with extra charges for emerging issues and excursions. Illness and rampant absenteeism due to fees constraints sting us like scorpions.
Hail the CES organization that breathes life to us. Hail our dear school administration, for they encourage us to be at our best.
We are young seedlings nourished by the well-drained soils of learning. Like bees we sing the sweetest song, and like the tailor, forming a great stitch in time that hence would save nine.
Our fate has finally faded – A new hope in its place
It remained the title “A secondary school graduate”
A great name Sheilah ever had
Only but the beginning of a long journey
I anxiously waited for departure
The only time to move to another step
A forward step into a fruitful future
The long long awaited chance
Hours, days, months and finally a year
I was only spurred on by a strong sense
Of destiny and a great ambition
That stabilized my hope for high education.
A friend in need is a friend in deed
Actually my parents fought a desperate battle
A battle of financial difficulties
Hey! Where else would I have settled our worries?
CES – the dwelling place for our savior.
The day was finally here
The 21st day of February 2014
An immediate invitation of my name
To the great government college of Kenya
Kibabii Diploma Teachers Training College
A wonderful institution for higher education.
As we struggled through huddles
I made all attempts to disguise my predicament
But my care was with God’s Angels
From the white lands’ heaven
With an enormous concern for my life
To offer a helping hand to the poor.
I will ever remain a bee
Backward never, forward ever
Working hard for a destined future
Through which to save the hopeless
And create a wonderfully focused future
For this hope shall be awakened.
My great Mum, Sandy Guthrie
Michael Fredriksen and Canadian volunteers
Mr. Khaemba, Udoto, Otido and Lukhafwa
CES Canada through CES Kenya
I am greatly humbled.
With all my gratitude
I do pray for God’s mercies
That wherever you are
Shall you be showered with blessings,
And the multitude grace of our Almighty
I am in prison
A place that holds no care
The floor is chilly and cold
My skin is cold and wrinkled
My throat is hot and thirsty
My heart contains a bleeding soul
Who is actually to rescue?
Run! Run! Away Run!
Out of this helly fire
Shouts the innocent souls
Experience is the best teacher
And we must go and never back
Out of this reckless satanic culture
Wonderful teachers of the society
Clan elders on top of the list
Our patients, the masters of ceremony
I finally get annoyed
By this little but the worst discrimination
That creates an intimidating future
Conditions like Harmattan winds
Strong or weak you must go
Elders, parents and parent in-law
“This is our source of wealth”
Mothers and sisters in sobs
The ‘girl’ faces the Magistrate.
Education and Leadership
Taboos in the cultural world
Ignorance and disobedience
Are results of girls ‘education
Should curses accompany your soul
Through denial as a solution
Leaders from the school of marriage
At thirteen you make a beautiful woman
With purity as your marvelous gold
That buys dowry and wealth
Only to create a chance for men
To despise youth in future.
Dear nations of the world
Communities, societies and clans
You are a painful murderer of development
I then admonish hysterically
Shall you listen to the inner tone of my verse
Discrimination is not a solution!
And we can make a better change
If only we are given a chance.
Sheilagh Nasindu, CES Grad Musaga SS 2012
Kibabii Teachers Training College (2014-16)