Poetry

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

The Need for Peace in Darfur

Posted By on Tue, Jan 5, 2010 at 6:02 AM

Ooh God feel mercy on me,
Who else will feel mercy on me?
My life got down whenever I think of peace,
Peace god in Darfur,
The word peace I only hear on radio,
The word peace I only read in books,
Listening to people crying for it, ooh God,
As for me, when will I feel it?

Today I feel my pain will never end,
Ooh, God I lost my family,
My friends and relatives,
Due to the lack of peace,
I looked for help but found none,
For mercy but found no one,
Only those who laugh,
Those who insult and,
Those that keep disturbing peace, God

My suffering is no one concern,
What did I do to deserve all these pain?
Why can’t someone help?
I am crying for peace,
Only peace in Darfur,
I never kill, never still,
Trying to be clean but the world makes me dirty,
What will say about education I never completed,
What will I say about my dream I never achieved,
What will I say to my kid about the family I lost?
Ooh God, it all on my head due to peace,
Peace God the world needs it,

I have no reason to be happy no more,
Better to die and leave the pain behind,
I don’t have a to do what I can,
Things that over take me, I do not know others,
Worries have consumes my whole body,
I am just waiting for the day to come,
Therefore, I can be saved from all these pain,
We need peace, peace God,
The world needs it,

Route to Peace poem, new book coming out next week ... buy your copy.

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Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Algeria Went Ballistic as the World Cup Qualifiers Round Up

Posted By on Wed, Nov 18, 2009 at 10:13 PM

With violence breaking out in Marseilles (France), Egypt and Algeria prior to the last and decisive match to secure the last World Cup spot in Africa, it was Algerians who spent the night chanting and celebrating as they downed the two-time African champion Egypt, with a thunderous and most impressive goal of the week, worldwide.

Man, who would see that coming? Watching the game on a wide screen television with friends, divided and discussing the facts ... a second later there was a moment of shock and silence as we watched Antar Yahia score his side's winning goal in the 39th minute of the match. No one, including myself, would think of Algeria qualifying after watching them going down 2-0 to the Pharaoh on Saturday in Egypt.

Maybe we should just never predict a game until the final whistle. Shout out to all Algeria and congratulations for joining South Africa, Nigeria, Ghana, Ivory coast and Cameroon as teams to represent our lovely Continent of Africa.

In Europe Portugal repeated the same 1-0 effort of last weekend to down Bosnia Herzegovina and clinch their ticket to South Africa. Greece forced Ukraine out of their way with a 1-0 win, while Guss Heddink could not come in with his genius ideas to save Russia from missing out on the world's number one party, as Russia lost 1-0 to Slovenia. But the night and attention shifted to France as they were getting inches away from losing their ticket to Ireland, with the Irish slotting a goal in the 32nd minute from Robin Keane.

With France winning the first leg with the same margin at the Stade of France on Saturday, the game was a draw, therefore they had to play two additional 15 minute halves extra time to find the winner and the last European guest to South Africa next year. Thierry Henry, the player I idolize, stood up with a what ever it takes attitude and controlled the ball twice with his hand, which the ref did not notice and superbly passed the ball to William Gallas to slot the winner for the French. Now France, Portugal, Greece and Slovakia join Denmark, England, Germany, Italy, Netherlands, Serbia, Slovenia, Spain and Switzerland as European representation in 2010.

New Zealand has qualified after beating Bahrain 1-0 and will be there together with Australia, Japan, Korea Rep and Korea PRR.

Uruguay was the last to grasp their ticket after drawing with Costa Rica to win the playoff by 2-1 on aggregate and join United States, Paraguay, Mexico, Brazil, Argentina, Honduras and Chile as the American and Caribbean representatives. As people are celebrating victories in qualified countries tonight, many are already thinking about who they will want to play 204 days from now in South Africa.

And as that decision lies in the mother city of Cape Town South Africa, and the entire world is waiting to hear their 2010 FIFA World Cup group on December 4. To those in the United States with a basic cable television, ESPN2 will broadcast this event to you live at 12 pm Eastern time while it will be at 7 pm in Cape Town Internationale Convention Center. According to fifa.com, celebrities and sport stars and world leaders will be seated in the audience, eager to hear the draw.

Now, who do you think will win the big trophy next year? That’s the million dollar question right there, but according to an ESPN poll, the favorites are Brazil, Italy, Germany, England, Argentina, Spain. Netherlands and the Ivory Coast.

What is your first choice? Let us know.

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Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Our Cries

Posted By on Wed, Nov 4, 2009 at 6:19 AM

Our voices (refugees) are weeping about:
Peace in our land,
The losses we had,
The family we left behind,
Hatred in our own heart,
Your prayers for us,
Your love for us,
How you can help us,

Without forgetting,
I have love for all creatures,
And as every one goes to bed at night,
My heart wakes,
My mind gets at work,
And all I dream about is, me in the war,
Is me in the refugee camp,
Is me fighting together with those refugees I left behind to bring peace,
I have never find peace,
Reason why I am writing to you,
To hear our voices in the empty space,
Blowing in the wind, seeking to catch the ears of the merciful,

I know I have done wrong,
I am not a righteous man,
But please!
Do not hate me,
For the Bible says no one is...

I may not have wealth, but I am not greedy,
I am a poor refugee, and for that I am proud,
Proud of every thing God has made of me,
But I do not use my gift to relegate others,
Or to humiliate others,
I love all creatures, and bear the pain with them always...

And as every one goes to bed at night,
My heart wakes,
My mind gets at work,
And all I dream about is, me in the war,
Is me in the refugee camp,
Is me fighting together with those refugees I left behind to bring peace,
I have never find peace,
Reason why I am writing to you,
To hear our voices in the empty space,
Blowing in the wind, seeking to catch the ears of the merciful,

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Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Love of the Nation

Posted By on Tue, Sep 1, 2009 at 5:41 AM

Refugees of war in a foreign country
Failing to cope,
They had a home one time,
And a beautiful life,
But all was destroyed and they were forced out
Leaving all behind,

Surely, I can hear their voices crying,
As they are abused and denied their rights,
People are making fun of them,
Reminding them of their losses,
Forgetting that they once been at peace,
And now are living the next stage of life,

People going home from their works,
Leaving them pondering,
Pondering how they will get peace in their land,
In the middle of the night,
Others getting on their dreams,
Dreaming of how they’ll buy cars,
Dreaming of how they’ll buy houses,
Dreaming of how they’ll get married,

All he dreams about,
Is the peace of his land?
When his people will stop killing one another like flies,

All he dreams about,
Is the equality of beings?
When all men will be allowed to live equally,
Without discrimination,

And as he gets ready to sleep he cries again,
Oh Lord, as I am setting my soul to bed,
I ask you to bless our nations,
Whatever happens in this night?
War or massacre,
I pray you to rest the souls of those that will be the next victims.

"Route to Peace," Fbm Fidel M Nshombo, 2008

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Tuesday, August 18, 2009

A little about me

Posted By on Tue, Aug 18, 2009 at 4:40 PM

Intro

social, friendly and loving, don't you think we miss it? ooh life, life in a well cultural nation, my Africa, my Congo my village.

days full of activities, without taking a look at a clock. without marking on a calender... ooh , what a wonderful life i am missing out. i miss the daily activities, farming. schooling, hunting, playing soccer and many more...look how it goes daily in most Congolese families.

most families run a two hours worship before bed time, do kids need bed time story? no ! "good night kids and God be with you" that's all they need,
deep and peaceful sleep and wonderful dream. all night long no alarm clocks, but they keep the schedules... busy schedules . my mom used to put a Bible under my pillow saying it's protection against the power of evil. anything to keep me from having nightmares i am down with it.

God is good indeed, three thirty in the morning, the roosters will crow, will they last long? couple of second, may be a minute. even though, every body in the city will hear it, it's three thirty. thirty minute later, the roosters crow again, this time the crowing will last longer. Who doesn't that's four in the morning? great sleep, wake up now...it's morning.

People will start getting up, this is the beginning of an African day (four am), every women will be preparing to go to a morning prayer service whereby most parent go along with entire the family. will parents excuse us because it is school day? no ! school start at 07am morning prayer service start at 05am to 06am, school comes after prayer. every body! it is prayer time get up. Unlike in America, we don't have heaters or bath tubs, therefore we got to take a quick cold shower and put on our blue bottom/white top uniform. check in the kitchen if there is any left over to feed our stomach then sprung out of the door in a moving freezing crowd to the
morning prayers. My nearby church was called 'chapel domse' small made out of wood in a girls school yard. actually some of my seven sisters where attending that school. at six the prayer is done and a blink on the street, thousands of blue/white people crowd which will signal you that you are still on time...

My mother would stay home getting the house clean and food ready for us after school. my dad will go to work right after the morning prayer and we won't see him until seven at light. while at school, the teachers take full control of us and we have to abide by their rules. today it's different that we watch student say what ever they want to teacher's and get away with it in other countries, what we call discipline in Congo, it's called child abuse in the United state. but we grew up with that total respect we needed from school to our homes. at the end of the day, we go home and find mother had already every thing under control...the sisters will help her with few works around the house, the boys will go play soccer with friends until six in the evening when everybody needs to be at home and take another cold shower before supper and then pray, sing for hours in family and sleep again.

as you may hear, i miss that routine since i had to became a refugee. driven out of my country by war. separated from my loving family and left living in woeful conditions in foreign countries.
At the age of about 13 i had to travel illegally from Zaire, Tanzania, Zambia and then Zimbabwe.
Long break in Zimbabwe a place where i matured and learn how to endure, persevere, tolerate, and fight for what i believe in. it wasn't that easy at first as i was crying every instant missing my family but six month later i toughen up and just assumed the were all gone.
had to learn English, Shona and Ndebele in Zimbabwe in order to integrate in the society. six month went fast in a scorching refugee camp of about three hundred people with me being the youngest unattended child, i could speak English a bit and grasped the I.C .M.C scholarship to attend a boarding school in the nearby village.

later on there was many problems happening in the country with the Zimbabwean abhorring refugees saying they are taking opportunities belonging to them and destroying their country . that brought plenty of tension between us ( refugees) and the citizens of Zimbabwe. At some points, the refugee camp got hits by flood and we all had to leave walking some six hundred miles to Harare. between the flood and the fights, we had to negotiate with the United Nation High Commissioner for refugees seeing if they had any durable solution option for us rather than returning to the washed camp. this never worked and we had to be punished for discussing our rights, all the adults in the group were jailed for a year then deported while the women and children were placed in a detaining camp before deportation. i and three women escaped and all but one,ended up in Botswana. that was the second faze of a long adventure, one year in a Dukwi refugee camp in Botswana, cross borders illegally to South Africa. Struggle on the streets of Johannesburg for weeks before meeting with a friend that helped me re established and feel stable. three years later i was on another adventure to Angola, and then Zimbabwe and with so much happening in Zimbabwe, i was detained again, kidnapped and tortured before the UN High Commissioner for refugees finally granted me protection and resettled me to Boise Idaho in The United States of America.
a place i never dreamed of, a place i never heard of, a place where today i think i really need to be all along. a place of peace, love and prosperity, a place that allowed me to search for myself, my family, my dream and then die with satisfactory.

In Boise i had to start life with the healing process, medical healing as-well as emotional healing. i was still traumatized by the things i saw, the things i did and all that i heard while i war fronts, refugee camps and in forests running for my life. taking therapist classes and medications daily, having anxiety and many sleepless nights ended up with me collapsing and ending in a psytric clinic. my therapist urge me to start using writing as a healing process. every night that i cant sleep, i will wake up and sit on my donated lap top and start typing my emotions until i feel relieved. this was the Beginning of my writing in general, i would later on decided to let the rest of the world here my experience, but the fact that it was a rough writing i had to start breaking the long stories in short summarized ones that i finally decided to put in a poetic form. This was to try and see if young people would know what's may be ahead of them before hand. my history teacher used to tell me "history repeats itself" and that tells me that whatever i went through, will still be repeated by someone else, and by me telling about it maybe it's may be easy for whomever will face it in the future to understand and solve it without trauma. I feel freed and relieved whenever i am speaking to the crowd about my life and it saves me a lot of anxiety and stress that i would be having thinking about where i am going in life. Let God Himself reign and leads me in the path ahead.

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