Orientation

I think I love orientation,

One that is out to give direction,

One that is out to give motivation,

One that is out to culture inspiration.

But I think I am confused,

Because I realized,

That my friend “came out,”

Making me doubt,

If I love orientation.

I heard him praise his partner,

Just like she praised hers,

Wow! What a relationship,

That might have started in a sailing ship.

I seriously need to know the other party,

And I hope I am not getting naughty,

Because I am curious to have a find,

Another treat for the mind.

But the know served me worse,

Is it really the one he was?

With the priceless looks she wears?

I don’t think anyone cares.

With that orientation,

I am left in imagination,

May be waiting for consolation,

Better still a solution.

Here Comes Easter

It was approaching the end of lent,
When Jesus and His disciples had paid rent,
In preparation for the last supper,
I hear the room was upper.

As they went to pray at Gethsemane,
Judas had already gone for money,
And the soldiers were many,
It was indeed time for the son of man.

Then they went to Pilate,
And the fear for being late,
Denied them time congratulate,
But ample one to humiliate.

Jesus had to carry the cross,
He had to go across,
With enemies so close,
But had nothing to lose. 

Our Lord died painfully,
Washing our sins carefully,
Then He rose silently,
As the world celebrated calmly. 

As we celebrate the Easter,
Let us take that E-star,
To all those who do not have,
Just to make sure we serve.

In the Name of my DAD

In the name of my Dad,

I will thank the Lord,
For the taking off the load,
That disturbed me through the bumpy road.

In the name of my Dad,
I will uphold morals,
For that is what he insisted, 
Thank God my mother assisted.

In the name of my Dad,
I will support education projects, 
For he made me realize the meaning of knowledge, 
Fees paid on time to rejuvenate courage.

In the name of my Dad
I won’t go for job selection,
Because he does his with passion,
Driving him into exhaustion.

In the name of my Dad,
I will take our family to the national park,
Because he took me to Uhuru park,
Only then my dream could spark.

In the name of my Dad,
I will foster unity in the family,
Something he held firmly,
Always correcting us calmly.

In the name of my Dad,
I want to be generous,
For living alone is dangerous,
Worse still disastrous.

In the name of my Dad,
I will build a mansion,
To save on his pension,
There he will live with no tension.

In the name of my Dad,
I promise to be a dad,
For he has been a great dad,
A role model indeed.

Sorting garbage in Japan

When I was doing my undergraduate and studied waste management units, I never knew that one day, I will experience it in real life. I remember cramming (better still, mastering) the types of wastes; industrial, municipal and further divide them into organic, inorganic, hazardous, non-hazardous…a lot of Chemistry there! Yeah? I loved the theoretical part, when my professor could emphasize that all waste should sorted into respective categories for easy management; fact! Right? We (or at least I) have to agree that sorting garbage is quite a hectic undertaking, depending on where and/or how one was brought up. Although I used to sort garbage (sometimes), the Japanese experience was totally on another level, and I think you would like to hear about it. 

Notably, there are specific days of the week that various types of garbage are collected; that tells you that garbage is collected more than once a week (actually, I see the garbage trucks almost every day!). So, how frequent is waste collected in your place (or, is it even collected)?  Garbage sorting in Japan is such a serious activity that even a water bottle needs to be separated into three parts; 1) the bottle that is categorized as a PET (an abbreviation of along chemical name!), 2) the bottle top and 3) sticker that are categorized as plastic. I guess this it to avoid re-sorting at the waste management sites. Dispose the bottle on Monday (月) and please keep the plastics for Friday (金). By the way, if you mix the garbage, be sure that it will not be collected! I remember in the first few days in my apartment, I could see “Please sort your garbage” stickers somewhere (please note: it wasn’t me!). You have to sit down, and figure out what kind of waste should go into what waste bag; the food remains/wastes and other burnable materials into the brown waste bag, plastics into the green waste bag and the process continues. This is just a level of it is own!

This practice kept me wondering if it is possible to get to such sophisticated a level, when we do not even have a clear waste collection and management chain. Right now, the priority may not be emphasizing on sorting different kinds of wastes, but I am sure if the implementation of existing laws is done, everything will fall into place. Off course, that notwithstanding, we, the people should realize that nature is all that we have, and we should collectively protect it. This means that I (you) should take care of own garbage; do not throw that water bottle on the roadside, keep those sweet/chipo/food wrappings and dispose them in the right place. That little discipline will go a long way to ensure a cleaner, safer and healthy environment for us in the present and the future lives.        

Seeking a better life

Today looks boring,

My ears don’t like the songs,

So no music any more,

The fingers have refused the keyboard,

So no more games,

And the eyes?

Neither ready to read nor watch.

But the day seems to be so long!

I think I need company along,

With that the day will run,

Actually the week will rush,

Pushing the month along,

And years will humbly count!

It is time to make it work,

Even if it means a tiring walk,

All the way to the land of talk,

Where no one will stalk,

But rather fill my happiness stock.

The journey started yesterday,

But today  is a bit lazy,

I hope tomorrow will be a continuity,

And the day after an habit,

Forever seeking a better life.