Prof.George Meya poetry @ danielaomulama@gmail.com

We live in a world where tomorrow is not a guarantee, It's unbearable to lose your pillar. We all know death is there but no one wishes to be visited  Not long ago we had you granny. Only today to wake up on the reality you are no more. It's heartbreaking to live with the reality of not having you around. Rest in peace granny. Your love has brought us this far Your caring warning has always shaped us into a complete family. Truelove from you has built this family  I cannot imagine home without your presence. Thank you cucu Rest in peace and forever in our hearts. You may have left us here but I know you will live among us that long I pray you watch us from above and our broken souls will find comfort in your absence. God loved you much to take you watch us from above with Him. You are our hero cucu. Rest in peace grandma. @prof George Daniel Meya

Numb. I no longer fear death, I am a living dead. My heart beats pain and eagerness. I lived so much in pain i don't know what happiness feels like. Do we have to lose everything to have something? I got my soul stuck in a tunnel I never live to see light again I no longer  shade tears, I was left to grieve inside What I fought for my whole life I lost all in seconds. This anger was once love Broken heart,the desire to live killed me. I circulate in phases of emptiness  I don't recall once I felt full. The world made me a fool. Maybe in my next life I will rebuild I will start from the bottom I will heal my bleeding bruises Death will be my vocation. @prof George Daniel Meya  @ danielaomulama@gmail.com

*PAINFUL BLESSINGS.*  We didn't ask for much We only prayed our wishes Our prayers were not only answered We were granted In excess. The painful blessings. No more jubilation songs We are left with sorrowful tears What we had built for decades was flooded and plained in seconds The painful blessings. Raining cats and dogs Rivers turning into oceans Village turning into swamp The gardens are no longer  for planting They are oasis  Painful blessings Death fall,from heaven Children cries in search of family Mother's wailing in a search. The painful blessings  Helpless fathers in dimming hope of searching  The rescued are half dead  No beginning or rather hope to rebuild  Floods deprived our pride. The painful blessings  @prof George Daniel Meya