Jeremiah's prayer

I know oh Lord,
That a man’s life
Is not his own.
It is not for man
to direct his steps.
Correct me Lord,
But only with justice.
Not in your anger
Lest you reduce me to nothing.
Jer 10:23 -24 (NIV)

Asleep no more

For a while this pen has laid inactive,

Collecting dust and drying its ink.

It’s time, for it to be of use once more.

To make use of its blue when it still runs in its tube.

It was made to write, express in words and art.

Not to stay pretty and embellish a desk.

Awake Sherae’s pen and be asleep no more.

There’s much to do, lots of paper to fill.

Sherae 2012

Sherae's Mugumo Tree

This lonesome Mugumo tree,
Standing vast African grass,
And clear blue skies,
Asks for Sherae's attention,
Which she freely gives, subconsciously.
Mhhh...it's a beauty,
Deep rooted in the soil,
That gives birth to nature,
In full bloom with flesh leaves,
Swaying gaily with the wind,
Giving a woody scent that is calming to Sherae.
A cool shadow of shelter,
Inviting,
In not so loud utterances.

This lonesome Mugumo tree,
That embraces Sherae,
That she loves to admire,
Gaze and take in its beauty,
Turns in to a silhouette as the sun fades away.
This Mugumo tree,
She longs to know.

Easy my love

Loving you is easier now
in my mind though hard in my heart.
My mind thinks of you and smiles,
at the reassurance you are there, somewhere.
that you love me too,somehow
and I'll meet you soon,someday.
But my heart aches for you,
my heart calls for you.
Longs for your embraces
and soothing words to my ear.
my heart longs to whisper,
its undying love to you,
to my other heart, my lulu heart.
yours.
Though loving you is easier now,
in my heart I ache.
come soon lulu heart.

Runaway Bride

When I put thing in my own hands, I fill them up to the brim
All with the confidence that I am woman,
Capable of doing anything I set my mind to
And that, I am without a doubt.
For that moment, I enjoy having this load on my shoulder
Super woman, don’t mess!
A whirlwind to reckon with, a force over earth,
That strides in opulence, zing, power and stamina
But then the world becomes heavy,
A sharp excruciating pain flows down my shoulder blades
To the peak of my fingernails
A thin streak of sweat makes its way down my face,
As my legs wobble in a mzungu dance manner
And my feet burn in unfathomable discomfort
As I search for balance.
A knock on the door, and that’s enough
To make me want to collapse into muddled on the floor.
But stand I must, an image to protect a face to hold.
And you knock again!
Thank God it’s You, that you can pass through the key hole when I say come in
That you love me even when I’m haggard and done for,
When I’m weak, when I am exposed.
That You give me rest, that You are tranquility.
That though a lot I can’t muster; You remind me that You are Master of the plan
You got it all in your hands; all I got to do is walk, in your light.
A woman after you, Is all a Woman I can be, is all You need me to be
The rest….
…..is just but my story!
Us’konde 2010

April fool’s Day 2010

On this day, I sat and pondered, the only fool I’ve been so far is uncircumcised in God’s presence. Just as circumcision removes the fore skin, opening room for cleansing and bareness, I realized this is what God asks of me today. He says
“Be bare with me, remove your foreskin and let me cleanse you, let me see the clean you.”
No fakeness, superficiality or masks Around God. He calls me to His purpose. I sing Hosanna to the highest, Amazing grace and Great is thy Faithfulness….. Then I turn and walk away, do the opposite of what I sing.
Where is my brokenness in Christ, where is my foundation, my obedience, servant spirit? Where is the growth of the seed planted in me? Is there any seed at all? Who makes the rules, calls the shots on how I live? What do I live for and what’s the price?
Who’s fooling who?
Sherae 2010

Nebulous Diamond

In myself confused room, the neighbors’ alarm clock echoes through my wall, jolts me to a sudden wake. It’s sunny day someday this year, yet my heart is dark asking which year? Does this jostle ever end? I budget on my loose change economy, Yesterdays fresh milk is my today’s mala.I wonder if mama mwikali will give me ugali ya kobole tonight? This chronic disease causes a sharp pain somewhere around the Right or left ventricle, Maeneo mbali mbali. Incurable ailments of humanity; of soldiers and presidents, of paupers and Sheraes, of the city and the sun. Of answers.
As the day breaks, Stories untold cry for a hearing. Nature’s unseen opens in the glimmering light of day. Silent understanding comes to the surface; Crystal clear yet trapped in a prism. This diamond needs a shape

Sherae