If the tree grows again

If the tree grows again
I won’t have to wait for it’s seasoned fruits
Love, peace and unity in the pieces I write would be such fruits
I’ll stand in the light, so people would always hung around for shade
And be the tree they climb way to the top
I’d understand why Steve Biko would stand tall
So if with black skin, pure life was would come
Try diplomacy and maybe the nazi way if diplomacy would hit Hitler’s wall
So he fought those he’d not fight and wouldn’t join them
I wouldn’t blame his allies but just his roots
So if the tree is to stand tall, the roots must learn to go deep, I learn
Biko’s effort are the blackberries we eat today
So with all their rifles, charm and resilience, we’ve never heard of whiteberries
If the gets to grow again,
I’ll tend it’s shoots, prune when time is come
Do whatever it takes to the top, grin myself only to ensure that it’s leaves are ever green and fruits ever abounding
I’d tell her how I failed to listen to my parents when they’d tell me
To stay home and school at home and my days would be holy
But such would always choke and would disgrace my holidays
So I’d go out, not to play, but enjoy my youth which I knew not would grace with a fat tummy
So even my hoods didn’t smart me again, for parenthood was the parenthesis standing between me and my dreams
But I’ll tender and mend her, so she’ll become the doctor I dreamt I’d be
So this gender won’t be blamed anymore
I’ll tell her of the female chartered companies in the globe
But also remind her of the shattered dreams slipped off by female characters who are always at will enjoying their youth
I’ll tell her of how my life has been like a glowing splint
That at the beginning of things, fire was sure to start
But my youthful stats deeped the splint in cool waters that never quenched my youth, I’ll tell her all my wrongs
So she’ll have to learn from my wrongs and run to her correct self
So if for the least of things I didn’t make it to carpentry,
I’d once remember hitting the nail at the head
Thank you


James Musau

Who’s gonna tell you

Comes riding on a borrowed bike,
Few coins only to buy chips or corns to pop your smile
At least crocodile chips made physics practical like ruby on rails
And not such chips that only bring you closer to the mouth of a shark
School uniforms just conforming to the history written in the dark
Consistency in perusing books will have parents liken your drive
And would refer there children to this Grace that is smart in books despite Google not taking even one note of her
But standing beside beside bikes would just disgrace yourself, oooh sister Grace
Stop saying that he’s heavenly sent for he pampers you with exurbent love
Understand that a child on pampers is forced to pee in the potty when time is come
Why should his music drive you crazy
When Jemutai is busy thrilling her sanity with mursik?
Please sister mind your mental health
Am not standing between you and your hurricane ways
Am just reminding you that the lift you always are in pursuit of
Won’t be an assurance that he’ll lift you up when dressing up, so elevate yourself
In line with that, he won’t rift you and your now fattening tummy
And neither will he lift the ban when dad insists on a send off
So go back and love your books
Thank you


James Musau

If tomorrow comes

If tomorrow comes, I’ll learn how to stand, see walk, talk, I’ll learn everything
I’ll teach my body how to function its functions
So if my eyes can see, closer or further
Tomorrow my eyes will learn to see opportunities and jump for them not people
So tomorrow my feet will be fit enough to stand in the light not just anywhere
So when I see my shadow I’d believe at least am somewhere doing something under the sun
My feet would learn to chase dreams and not friends and their charms, so when my morning is come, I’ll have nothing to mourn about
But will behold what was all along in my dreams
So, my heart not just to beat for anything and store up grudges
But beat for the sky till it’s no longer a limit and make failure an explicit content
So if my hands were privileged to roll models, turn pages and roll even more chunks and chunks of ugali
Tomorrow they’ll have to learn how to get hold of opportunities
And they won’t sieze to knock even the offices that fate dictates won’t have them in
So my nose won’t be for nosing around other people’s affairs but nose around creativity and be abreast with time, listen to the tickles of my itchy heart for success
So will not pass with time but will send spasms to the sky that am almost there
So my mouth won’t be much into eating, complaining and discussing people
But into discussing ideas, saying I can and preaching hope to myself
So I’d at least I’d know how it feels to be a pastor and not just an imposter of fate
So my beards will have nothing to do with flourishing ages but a replica of hours and hours of hard work and commitment
So the world will have to understand that maturity is not the size of the loins or strength of the pubis symphysis
But change of how one sees, where he stands, how he walks, what he chases
All body functions and senses
If the day after the day after tomorrow comes
When I’d not boast of hair styles but would always bliss my kangols or god fathers
I won’t have to narrate what I’ve heard and had in life
But what I’ve done to make life alive
I won’t complain on how tough life has been
But what I did however tough to make my dough, what I did to boost my odds at such an odd time
So when friends would complain of their walking sticks,
Sticks won’t be a thing new to me, for I used to stick to the rule of the game
So when I warm my bench, it’ll be nothing for I cooled my feet for years
It’s just a poem anyway
Don’t wait for body changes to understand maturity
For the greatest tragedy in life is that tomorrow will always see today’s mistakes
So will eyes, you’ll always see new stuff and new paths in life
Thank you


James Musau


Wait was the last sentiment

With so much weight for this bait

Although adjustment is advancement,

Such patience was not going to make things straight


Ambition was the only ammunition she had

To fight all that was all along had

Adversity sounded as a forever and ever ambush

But hardwork was a forever endeavor to clear the bush of poverty


She only could inherit education

But those who could give a hand took no action

Coming to this leader’s office from time to time found no help to avail

All of it was utter derail


At times patience sounded as if

Climbing a tree to have fish

And going to the deep for beef

All of which bring nothing to the dish


Finally she had a glimpse of that leader

What a relief at last seeing a ladder?

She spilled it out

Spilled that life was hard

But wait was the last word she was told

And he left

She now could escort other kids to school by her eyes

But her feet was to remain at home

Although it already was in the month of March

By James Musau

My wife

My wife was older than me

My wife was bolder than me

Her utterance was always a wisecrack

But my ribs wouldn’t crack

Her iron back would always Cobalt my efforts

And together we’d enjoy the little bronze we had


My wife used to tell me that living in a palacial home is nothing

If am unwilling to leave my peasant mind

So our neighbors will always envy our muddy house

And on top of owning their storey buildings

They owned a story about us


My wife used to tell me that physical ability

Is not determined by muscle size

But by mental perspective

She’d insist that going to the gym is nothing

If my mind had no bisceps to bind goals and opportunities together

And trisceps to make trials in life


My wife told me that the greatest aim in life is to limit the sky

And never to let it be a limit

She’d add that with ragged boots am to aim at the goal

And my bowl shall never fail


My wife told me that health is not determined by what cooks in the pot

But by what cooks in the mind

She added that the size of the head is not a determinant of the size of the mind

But you’ll have to mind your head before you hit the wall


My wife told me that it’s more proud to make life out of it

Than to make it in life

She’d add that am to use the little I have and I’ll get the more I don’t have

For the law of life is multiplication under the hands of care and hope and not addition

My wife told me that if I put stress in words , I’d pronounce them well

But if I put it in mind I’ll denounce myself

She’d add that only an empty man would argue with a fool


One she told me that if I need to trek at twilight ,am to run at dawn

But the cause of running at twilight is that I walked at dawn

So I’d mould my own life


My once told me that she’d leave me and go far beyond the earth

But I won’t believe for her maternal home was a mixture of bitter herbs

But how could she leave without me gracing her finger with a diamond ring?

But I guess she left knowing that my heart will always ring for her

May peace rest in her where she be

Even if this picture is the only memory of her existence

Thank you


By James Musau



House of Hope


House of Hope

I came home from school countless times, found my mum had adopted either a mad person or a homeless kid, she fed and clothed them until their people were located. Despite being, a single mother of seven and small-scale businesswoman which meant hand to mouth provision she did that with a lot of passion and dedication. This has been one of the greatest lessons of my life, that you can impact the world however small.

Therefore, I founded an organization called House of Hope to continue my mother’s legacy to make the world a better place.

My name is Hamza Hassan Madonga, I am, a team builder/ corporate trainer, mentor, entrepreneur and a motivational speaker.
I was born and raised a few metres from korogocho the second largest slum in Kenya, my mum a single mother of seven was a small-scale business woman who together with me and my brothers sold milk door to door 3 kilometers everyday through scorching sunny days and rainy cold nights she made sure we had a hot plate, and although a school dropout herself She also made sure we got an education.

I attended Ngunyumu primary in school then Korogocho Glory secondary where I was the fifth {not in exams} I.e. when I joined the entire population of the school was, four students, It was the cheapest school in the area but the one my mum could passively afford although I spent more than a quarter of a term home due to fee arrears.

Life after high school was not easy in a community full of crime, drugs and other vices I was about to indulge in such when a friend of mine introduced me to a community based organization, the #youthmirror, my ambition led me the knowledge and membership of #KOBA #ozoneyouthgroup, #pacicificartsandtraining, #Nzumariafrica, #WAYAN, #R.Y.I from this I got networks, experience, knowledge and even sponsorships and joined college: Nairobits {IT/ SRHR}, Unity College of professionals {social work}.

In this community serving organizations I met so many inspiring speakers Onesmus Musau Musau, Victor Omondi to mention just a few and that’s how I got the urge to speak and inspire people from similar background and even beyond.

This year I joined the Pepe Minambo Motivator academy, and met myself at the age of 27, I learnt that my life is my message to the world all I have to do is make it inspiring.

I share the same thought with Les brown “if we inspired our kids as much as we put them in margarine adverts we would have a world full of geniuses” The world needs more inspired people and more talks on the same, strive to inspire someone today make it your goal.

My favorite quote: ‘The rest of my life can the best of my life, only if I make it, in shaa Allah. Call me up for custom made motivational speeches, corporate team building/training etc

Stay happy stay hopeful


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