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Saturday, 20 September 2008 01:12 |
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For all the hatred in the world,
hearts are still full of love.
Even after lovers have died,
after their beloveds have perished,
their love lives on forever
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Wednesday, 10 September 2008 21:26 |
| Uzee Ujamu kitu kitamu tena ni
azizi sana
Maungoni mwangu humu nilikuwa
nao jana
Kwa wingi katika damu tahamaki
leo sina
Nasikitika hadumu rafiki
yangu ujana. Kichwa kimejaa mvi kinywani
meno hamna.
Nikenda kama mlevi miguu
nguvu haina,
Kumbe ujana ni hivi ukenda
hauji tena.
Nasikitika hadumu rafiki
yangu ujana. Jua langu limekuchwa na nyota
niliziona.
Ukinitazama kichwa nywele
nyeusi hakina.,
Kama zilizofikchwa zikang'olewa
mashina
Nasikitika hadumu rafiki
yangu ujana. Natatizika kauli midomo
najitafuna.
Nimekusanya adili walakini
hali sina,
Dunia kitu bahili hiki una
kile huna.
Nasikitika rafiki yangu
ujana. | | | Old Age Youth is a sweet thing,
and it is so dear to us,
here in my limbs I too
had it only yesterday,
with plenty of blood,
though today I am no longer a (??)
Alas, it does not last,
my good friend youth! My hair is all grey,
in my mouth there are no long teeth,
I walk like a drunkard,
my legs have no longer str (??)
now I see it, youth is like that,
it goes and does not come back.
Alas, it does not last,
my good friend youth! My sun has set,
and I can see the stars,
when you look at my head,
you see no black hairs,
as if they had been wiped away,
or pulled out roots and all
Alas, it does not last,
my good friend youth! I get confused in my words,
I keep chewing on my (??)
I have collected wisdom,
but my health is not good
this life is a miserly thing,
you get this but you don't get that.
Alas, it does not last,
my good friend youth! |
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Last Updated ( Wednesday, 10 September 2008 21:27 )
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Thursday, 21 August 2008 20:19 |
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My first attempt at HDR
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Thursday, 21 August 2008 18:20 |
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Last Updated ( Thursday, 21 August 2008 18:28 )
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Tuesday, 19 August 2008 02:39 |
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We wear the mask that grins and lies, it hides our cheeks and shades our eyes - This debt we pay to human guile; with torn and bleeding hearts we smile Why should the world be over-wise, In counting all our tears and sighs? Nay, let them only see us, While we wear the mask We smile, but, o great lord, our cries, to thee from tortured souls arise, We sing, but oh the clay is vile Beneath our feet, and long the mile; but let the world dream otherwise, We wear the mask.
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