Goodbye 2014, Welcome 2015

As I drove past the crash yesterday- blue car upside down in a ravine-

I thought of the year dying, and how this driver must have driven

Off, considering that 2015 was his for the taking already!

So as 2014 takes a bow – a long bow-

I wish to all those blessed to breathe the air so close to the new year

Health, joy, love, hope, faith, trust, and true happiness.


May your New Year’s resolution be akin to a vow;

May you attempt all your dreams without a single fear;

May your actions leave lots for posterity like Arthur Guinness.

May the smiles you brought me adorn my face like a bow

Through 2015 as for the calendar I now tear

While relishing all the moments we shared I currently reminisce.


You all have been special to me in 2014,

My dear wife and mind boggling kids,

My family in its entirety, near and far.

My friends both new and old,

Those who read my work, those who liked and shared

Future readers, and all you bloggers.

Each one of you laid a stone to whom I am today,

And who I wish to be in 2015.

So, hoping to make it till 23:59,

And that you will be there with me to breathe the air God so graciously grants us

I wish you Happy New Year!

2015 is YOUR year….well mine too 😉

With love,


My family

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year

Two thousand years later, and we still long for the star
Of Bethlehem shining over our worn with work eyes.
And though love and joy and hope may seem far
Remember this season that: Love can thaw all ice,
That joy falls aplenty like a paddy of rice
That hope was born that day, but never it dies
If you share the love, joy and hope like He who brought that star.

To you and your families and loved ones, near or far,
(To the lonely take the joy to other lonely lives),
May He be born this Christmas  within your hearts and hearths
To guide and guard. Merry Christmas and Happy New Life next Year.

(c) Nyonglema

Behind the Scenes #preparation #hardWork #hustle

Did you ask him what he did behind the scenes?

The artist puts on an electric show;

The surgery’s done without sweat on the brow;

The painting looks sophisticatedly plain as what you could do;

The machines are fixed without much ado.

But did you ask what he did behind the scenes?


The melody’s perfect, but it’s just a piano;

The building’s perfect in 2 months, no more;

The plot of the story got you laughing for two;

And the bulb is on with a flick from you.


Did you ask her what she did behind the scenes?

The goal’s marvelous from a kick of a shoe;

The plane soars over the ocean with you;

The medal’s won by a long javelin throw;

And the target’s hit on the other side of the war.

Did you ask her what she did behind the scenes?


Did you ask them what they did behind the scenes,

As they learned the skills and honed them,

Sweat and pain and fear and bitter phlegm

Each time they failed, but dusting up to try again,

And loving each minute as they drew close to perfection:

That’s the iceberg lying behind the scenes.


(c) Nyonglema

One Certainty #cradle2theGrave #Death #mementoMori

I watch them wriggling their brand new toes,

Swinging soft arms at some unknown foes;

I watch their little chests  heave with life

And ponder on mine: its gains its strife.


The trees have gone from seed to giants

In front of the home where I bugged my parents

For care: baby, infant, toddler on a mission

To understand this world and beyond the horizon.


My head from curled wrapped nappy hair

Has gone through jungle thick to little hair

And the black in the surviving tuft

Starts to thin, leaving a grey so roughed.


This much I realise from the innocent foetus

To the wriggling fellows, to adults roaming cities,

Not prosperity, nor love, nor pain, nor parents can be sure,

But one things is: that one day you’ll be no more.


(c) Nyonglema