Did I deserve this?

You assured me you were mine forever

You promised me the stars

Guaranteed me only happiness

In the end it’s a broken heart that I got

How could you?

Why did you?

Questions swirl in my mind

No answers forthcoming

My life was just fin e before you come

I dint have goose bumps but it was ok

Dint know what exhilaration was

But I never minded

Does it bother me one bit?

No it doesn’t

Am fine, see

No traces of blood in my body

I dint ask you to promise

Hell’ I even asked you not to

But you won’t listen

You were consumed by love you said

If it razed you down

I can’t really tell

No ashes to sprinkle

All memories condensed into one big ball in my heart

All I do now is to interrogate myself

What if we never met?

What if I were a better man?

What if u never left?

And am back where I started

No answers; just questions begetting questions

You looked me straight in the eyes and lied

But it does not bother me

Am a very strong man, see?

I got huge muscles that men fear and women look in awe

Am an Olympic boxing champion for heaven’s sake

I can’t cry

Who am I kidding?

The heart knows no muscles

Heartache respects no champions

And I ask myself, did I deserve this

Mzee Varaq

(My poems)

You can’t be serious

You are sorry?

That’s it?

After all you put me through?

Now you want me back?

Hehe, you can’t be serious

You didn’t mean to; so you say

You, who left and never turned back,

You that left me to the whims of destiny

Now you want be by your side?

Hehe you can’t be serious

It’s been over five years

What you said still etched in my mind

“John it’s over!”

Now you can’t live without me?

Hehe you can’t be serious

Each day was like the sun would never set

Each night was like the sun would never rise

I wept, slept and woke up to weep again

Now you want in?

Hehe you can’t be serious

I loved you

My world revolved around

But that apparently wasn’t enough

You disappeared at the first opportunity

Now, I am your reason for living?

Hehe you can’t be serious

I won’t have jumped in front of a train for you

But I would have had qualms taking the death pill for you

But you never lost sleep over it

Now you miss me?

Hehe you can’t be serious

All I wanted was to leave the moment

Look into your blue beautiful eyes

And read love in them

But you wanted me to move on just as you did

Now you treasure me?

Hehe you can’t be serious

I didn’t die and so wont you

You might cry; but you definitely won’t weep

You might feel sad; but you won’t   greave for sure

And though I may be wrong about that as well

I know for sure that if I survived you will to

I aint mad

It doesn’t hurt any more

If you tolerated me, she celebrates me

If you loved me, she is in love with me

It’s too late my love

Hehe move on.

Robert Aseda

(My poems)

oukoaseda@gmail.com

Kenyatta University

The truth?

Everyday people talk of the truth; be it parents molding their children or pastors preaching of the brimstones of hell. Folk stories and children bed time tales sell their fairy tale endings but as a gift for the truthful. Many an occasion in the Christian holy book, the Bible, the word has been used synonymously with Jesus, the son of God. If there were ever a word that was looked at with so much awe and reverence then maybe the ancient Greek gods came close.

But if there is a word that has borne the brunt of misrepresentation and manipulation to suit individuals own personal agenda, then its truth again. Suicide bombers, terror bosses, rogue ministers of the word have all at one point clung the defenses of their actions on spreading the truth. So this raises the basic question; what’s the truth? How can one simple word invite such non polar representations? How can the meaning vary with so much propensity?

My dictionary defines truth as the actual facts or information about something, rather than what people think, expects, or make up. According to that meaning therefore it is safe to assume that there can be but just one truth in a circumstance. Can it be for example considered truthful to report as half empty a glass with water to the half level mark?  Or could be half full a fairer representation? Could it be possible that both alternatives while dissimilar are all true? Is it possible that none of them is even right for that matter?

I subscribe to the belief that it’s possible to have so many truths and they don’t have to be of conflicting interests. I believe that the glass can be both half empty and half full at the same time.i also believe that it can be true that we are all children of Allah just as it is true that we are creations of the lord. Truth I believe is relative and dependant on circumstances and personality. Absolute truth is not only extremist but also a hazard to human peace, tolerance and understanding.

If we as humans are to peacefully coexist, then it’s time we realized that nobody owns the monopoly of truth and just cause others’ definitions of truth might not always be similar to ours then it does not  mean they are wrong .

” What’s my truth? “You might be tempted to ask.” what’s yours?” I might be obliged to reply.