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Heart of Stone

He built his dreams with fire and steel,   Through sweat and pain, through grit and will.   His path was carved with silent nights,   A war he waged beyond the sights.   But love, so sweet, so soft, so near,   Whispered dreams into his ear.   A choice was placed upon his chest—   His passion’s flame, or love’s request.   He turned away from burning light,   Held her close, embraced the night.   Yet soon he found, to his dismay,   Both love and purpose slipped away.   For goals demand a heart of stone,   And love still longs to call its own.   To chase one means to lose the fight,   To hold both tight is rarest might.   So walk the road with eyes aware,   Choose with wisdom, choose with care.   For once you drop what makes you whole,   You lose the fire—and lose your soul.
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Hunger Pangs

In Mombasa's heart, a hunger pangs,
A well-dressed man, with empty fangs.
No fault of fate, a choice of hand,
Debt's heavy weight on Kenyan sand.

We met by chance, a natural spark,
A conversation in the dark.
Your plight unveiled, a hidden shame,
A hungry belly, whispered name.

Corrupted leaders, a broken plan,
No food bank's comfort, helping hand.
But hope persists, in whispers low,
Kindness still blooms, where good hearts grow.

Mosques with open doors, a beacon bright,
Offering solace through day and night.
Street food's bounty, a tempting call,
Markets brimming, for one and all.

The path to healing, brick by brick,
Financial wisdom, not a trick.
Debt relief whispers, a future bright,
Job skills learned, to chase the night.

Though hunger gnaws, and darkness reigns,
Hope's embers flicker, through pouring rains.
This conversation, a bridge we cross,
From empty stomach, to future's gloss.

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