DEEPER AND DEEPER

DEEPER AND DEEPER

ABOUT THE BLOGGER

 Rev. Dr. James Mbotela Syomuti, ThD, DD, PhD, is a Kenyan citizen and he lives in Kitui County, near Kitui Town. He is married to Anna and they have been blessed with six children, (four sons and two daughters.) All of their children are now adults and some of them are married. He is a pastor, a teacher, an artist, a writer of fiction and nonfiction, a poet, a humorist and he is also a prolific personal blogger (https://syomuti.blogspot.com). He has a deep passion for writing content. So far, he has written and published some ebooks with Smashwords Publishing Platform in USA. His published titles are; (1) The Maid (2) The Moving Mouth (3) The Virgin (4) The Drunkard. (5) The Soliloquist (One), (6) The Soliloquist (Two). (7) The Stranger & Other Poems. You can access the above books by visiting his site on the internet, by clicking https://syomuti.com He has taught students at different Secondary Schools in his home county for many years down the line. He is an approved Bible Skills Institute (BSI) trainer, a theological program of Every Home for Christ International, (HeadquartersThe Jericho Center, Colorado Springs, COUSA). He teaches church adults theological courses. On top of that, he teaches adults (physically), English Language. He is a born again Christian, a pastor and the Founder/Bishop of Siloam Worship Center International Ministries. You can access the church details online, by just writing and clicking the above underlined name, on the internet. He is an itinerant preacher, a radio preacher and a teacher of the Word of God. He has several certificates and diplomas in theology, from national and international Bible Schools. He has a certificate in Spiritual Life Development from Northwestern Christian University, in USA. Above all, he has honorary doctorate degrees of Doctor of Humanity (DH) and Doctor of Theology (ThD) from Prixton Church & University, in USA. He also has a Bachelor of Arts (BA) in Ministry Science, and honorary doctorate degrees of;Doctor of Achievement in Ministry Science, Master of Arts (MA) in Ministry Science, Doctor of Divinity (DD) in Ministry Science and Doctor of Philosophy (PhD) in Ministry Science, from Abide University.

THE STRANGER

Have you heard about the stranger who came to our village the other day, carrying a big log, on his right shoulder?

We fled helter-skelter,

and our hide and seek game,

came to unwelcome halt.

His hair was long and dusty,

and seemingly full of big and engorged lice, like the ones

which lived in my grandfather's

tattered and dirty blanket.

The stranger's moustache,

was shaggy and also had grey hair.

His beard was long, like that of my uncle's Billy-goat. Have you heard about him, the stranger who came to our village?

He was huge and his bloody red eyes appeared to be so scaring.

Nobody in our village, seemed to know where the strange man had come from. Everybody in our village was scared.

DEEPER AND DEEPER

Deeper and deeper, in the fathomless abyss of his inner being, he groped for happiness,

but all in vain.

Deeper and deeper,

in the realm of his inner self,

the meaning of life and the substance of happiness

were only sheer folly and an illusion.

And beyond the haze,

at the boundary of justice and injustice, he clang on the sidelines

of the grotesque figures of life

which jeered at his whims.

But deeper and deeper,his existence clashed strongly

with hope and despair,

and he loathed life's emptiness

as ripples of uncertainty

washed over his soul.

Helter-skelter,

his feelings were tossed

this way and that way,

as he wandered deeper and deeper,

in the lonely wilderness

of life's nothingness.

BELOW THE HORIZON 

The big red globe,

was sinking reluctantly,

far below the horizon,

and in the very core of his being,

existed deep hope and nostalgia,

of another day to be born.

And near his infertile farm,

a donkey which was tethered three days ago, brayed, tearing the tense atmosphere with its feeble sound.

And far below the horizon,

the big red globe was sinking gradually, despite its futile attempt to persist.

Yes, despite its reluctant attempt,

to defy the Creator’s natural orders,

total darkness was creeping,

and the evening breeze was bracing the Creator’s handiwork,

as the lad ascended the steep hill,

with the heavy bundle of firewood on his shoulder, whistling softly,

bidding farewell once again,

to the sinking red globe.

In the far distance, he could hear the bleating of his nanny-goat, which had miscarried three days ago. And the big red globe,

continued to sink reluctantly.

As she stretched her back,

the sound of the thick log and the old axe, whose cutting edge was blunt, merged and echoed across the river. And the big globe,

far below the horizon, was emitting its last rays, to the weary and fading daylight.

ROCK THE BABY

Rock the baby, do not let her cry any more. Let her head rest in your palms, so that you may sing her,

the melodic lullabies which your grandmother used to sing,

in order to rock you to sleep.

Rock the baby.

Let her sleep soundly.

Her mother is nowhere to be seen.

Dear folk, might you have seen her anywhere? Rock the baby.

Let her sleep soundly.

Her mother is nowhere to be seen.

Dear folk, might you have seen her anywhere?

Rock the baby. Her crying has become extremely unbearable.

She is feeling hungry. Where is her mother? Perhaps she is on the way coming, Who knows?

Rock the baby. Do not be dismayed.

Maybe her mother is still coming,

to suckle her just before sunset.

HERE AND THERE

Here and there, you hear cries of human beings, murdering each other. Prostitutes gambling for money, robbers breaking into shops and banks, bastard children crying in the streets.

Oh, you world of merciless ones,

a world of corrupt ones, turning away from God. Oh, you night, the daylight of immoral ones, the blankets that cover all the depraved ones. Oh, you vitiated ones, who find it difficult to kill a sheep or a goat, but easy to kill a person.

Prostitutes killing their children,

children killing their parents,

husbands killing their wives.Today marriage, tomorrow, legal dissolutions.

Oh, our world is coming to an end.

Things have fallen asunder,

and life has lost its meaning.

Morality has lost its grip,

and the society's conscience has become completely insensitive.

As life continues,

everything has become chaotic.

Happiness and security have become mere illusion.

Here and there, it is not business as usual. There are disturbing issues,

and nobody seems to care.

Here and there, corruption and social injustice, have become the order of the day.

And everything has become chaotic. Where on earth can we take refuge? Here where I am, there is no security. There where I am tempted to go, there is no security.

HOW WAS IT?

Little baby, little angel,

tell me about your world,

the world I have forgotten.

I was once there, but in total oblivion.

Anyway, welcome to my world.

Was it warm or was it cold?

Your face looks sun-tuned, yet you seem joyful and bold, as you arrive from your first world, quite oblivious of the plight which awaits you.

Was it dark or was it bright? Could you tell whether it was day or night? Could you hear us converse and laugh, in the comfort of your world? You shed tears of joy, didn't you? Now you are no longer lonely.

We gave you the loveliest name, too, and have for you plenty in store.

Little baby, little angel, we knew you were coming all the while,

as mom grew bigger and sighed under your weight, sweaters and shawls were knit.

Little beauty, little angel, I have many stories to tell you, but in what language shall I tell you? Perhaps I will wait until tomorrow.

Innocent baby of my mother, clean and shiny like a star, I can hardly wait for you to grow. I want to sing for you lullabies and play with you.

BREATHLESS

My mind is clear,

just to think about you.

The trees beside me, are reflecting in your compound. Dancing in occasion, just to leave me breathless.

I sit at your compound edge,

my thoughts on your beautiful face.

Suddenly, my gaze in a trance,

sees your image just to leave me breathless.

My eyes are driven on, to survey your smartness, and the beauty of your compound, and the good arrangement of your buildings,

just to make me breathless.

My eyes driven on, to survey the smartness of your countenance,

the beauty of your form,

and your captivating speech,

just to make me breathless.

My ears driven on, to listen to your sweet talk, from your golden lips,

and your love for me, which makes me dumb, just to leave me breathless. Then for my proposal, I thank you for your agreement, to praise you, and protest to love and protect our love, for you leave me breathless.

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