My Poems by Dadhe Godana

10/09/2024

Op-ed writing, a form of informed and focused writing, also known as opinion writing, serves as a means for individuals to articulate informed perspectives within their area of expertise, ultimately contributing to public discourse and policy.

On July 19, 2024, my opinion writing/piece, focusing on combatting the stigmatization of learners with albinism, was published in The Standard newspaper.

The article, "Stop Stigmatization against Learners with Albinism," aimed to raise awareness and promote education on this pertinent issue.

Kindly, refer to the following link for the article:
https://www.standardmedia.co.ke/opinion/article/2001499189/stop-stigmatisation-against-learners-living-with-albinism

14/03/2014

DADHE GODANA BORU: It’s God’s Favor
When we walk up everyday
And find the sun rising from east, Sunday to Sunday
We enjoy the gift of another day
And getting through difficulties of all these days
We tend to forget that all this are gift from God, the creator
Why don’t we remember to thank him for these favors?

When we are healthy
Without iota of pain in our body
When our bloods flows constantly in our blood vessels
With blood pressure and sugar at the required levels
We tend to forget that all this are gift from God, the creator
Why don’t we remember to thank him for these favors?

When we breathe without difficulties
We experience the flow of life and its goodies
But have we ever asked ourselves, if this is within our abilities
And if yes why do we have our friends under support machines?
And if no why do we forget to thank the Almighty for these opportunities?
Opportunities that would never be provided by science and technologies

When we travel from one place to another
On our roads which have turned monsters
In our vehicles which have proven to be day to day killer
Despite this we reach our destinations safer
How many times do we remember
That it's God’s kindness and thus we need to thank Him for these favors.

When many nations in the world are at war
When education of their sons and daughters is no more
Their sons and daughter who many turned out to be child soldiers
When health care to its citizens is no more a priority
When peace is all what they are longing for
Peace and tranquility that we are enjoying since time immemorial
How many times do we remember that this peace is God's favor?
How many times do we remember to thank him for this favor beyond any measure?.

The list is long and can never be exhausted
we take our worldly comfort for granted
forgetting that this is God given and has been unbounded
God's favor, love and mercy to mankind has been infinite
Let remember to thank Him for we owe Him debts of gratitude

11/01/2014

Happy new year friends.I would like to take this opportunity to wish you a happy and prosperous 2014.In the words of someone ,many individuals look forward to the new year for a new start on old habit.We should not expect to do the same thing the same way and expect a different result.If we are to expect anything different this year,lets try out new ways of doing it and discard the old habits that didn't bring us any observable significant changes.As we interact through this page,I promise you more interesting stuff particularly poems of social concerns.I hope you will enjoy it.Lets keep in touch.God bless you all.

16/09/2013

ANONYMOUS HEART BREAKER by Dadhe Godana Boru
Why do you pretend?
Why do you lie to your friend?
What will it cost you to be sincere?
Do you really need to create such fake “I love you so much” atmosphere?
Any yet in your heart and mind you knew well that from him you will disappear

You littered everywhere
Like a circling kettle of vulture
The weak humane heart of my innocent friend, become your victim
He thought you are there to stay
But once you achieve your goal, you dropped him and moved away

You masquerade yourself as an angel
Calling him all sort of word ranging from sweetie, baby, honey and “my guardian angel”
His soft heart and sincere love blinded him to accept your deception as a true gospel
Only to come into his life with the intention of breaking his heart
After using him like some door mart

What brings two human hearts together?
Is it a true love destined to last forever?
Or the worldly desires which later yield displeasure
Displeasure that will in turn ruin your future
Love sincerely and beyond measure
And you will have infinite happiness for sure

21/08/2013

AND THIS IS ALL I SAY by Dadhe Godana Boru
Life is just another puzzle
Too hard to unravel
But worse of all, your demise is a hard to crack riddle
Down my cheek bone, tears of pain drizzle

The sad news of your demise
At first it sound so unreal
But after acceptance, I had to move on, for there is no chance for appeal
The sorrow from your demise is one thing so difficult to conceal

Memories of our friendship still fresh in my mind
It’s something that I will always rewind
It’s a past that I would not wish to leave behind

Your academic brilliance was evident
You portrayed wisdom through your philosophical statements
Despite this you remained simple; pride in your character was absent
These notwithstanding, cruel hands of death has robbed you and now forever you remain silent

Dear friend,
I will always remember your gentle smiling face
As we leave you in your resting place
May God give you His mercy and grace
And grant you a place in his heavenly palace

26/06/2013

THE GIFTS OF INDEPENDENCE TO NORTHERNERS by Dadhe Godana Boru
“To the people who live in the northeast region, I have this to say. We know that many of you are herdsmen during the day and Shifta during the night, others conceal Shifta and refuse to give information about their movement” Prime Minister Jomo Kenyatta addressing the Kenyan house of parliament in 1964

If the trees in my mother land could walk
And walk fast in the court rooms and testify
And the rocky Merti plateau could talk
And talk aloud on what it had seen with its naked eyes
The world would be stunned with what happened in northern juggle, fifty years ago

The year was nineteen sixty three
When Kenya got independence and finally we were free
Kenyans were happy and in jubilation spree
But the people of northern Kenya were on their feet

The arrival of the military convoys marked the beginning of those dark days
Gruesome torture and murder was the order of the day
Men and women, old and young, non was spared
Some stronger ones survived, the weaker ones perished

Concentration camps were our homes for years
Homes where for years we shaded tears
Like animals we were herded, no contacts with our dears
No water, no food; dying of thirst and starvation was all very clear

Men of the smoky metal were all over our jungle
Beating indiscriminately with the butts of their riffles
Some died, others survived though many were crippled
Others ran away but unlucky ones were trampled on and killed

Our animals were confiscated from our beautiful land of pasture
I guess you can now understand why abject poverty in our land is a conspicuous feature
And that is why, generation after had a pathetic future
Future characterized by ugly face of dependency on well wishers

Sorry to our sisters, mothers and grandmothers
Their nakedness were exposed in presences of their youngsters
What follows was r**e at a gunpoint by this monsters
Will they ever realize the life time damage they caused these survivors?

Shifta war was highly publicized
First the whole community was criminalized
And later marginalized
As such, in the northern jungle, no meaningful development was realized
So, were these the gifts of independence to the people of northern Kenya?

THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO THE VICTIMS/SURVIVORS OF SHIFTA WAR (1963-1967)

22/06/2013

16/06/2013

DEAR DAD BY DADHE GODANA
Dear Dad
You are little known to people around us
As a good old man, quite and courteous
As a man, not so much but a bit humorous
And that is all they can say about you, dad, indeed little knowledge is for sure dangerous

Am happy to have you in my life
Many children have fathers but no dad
But I have two in one, I have both
Thank you dad for not many men have kept that oath

You are my nearest and dearest friend
A friend on whom I always depend
With your help the ladder of success I will always ascend
If anyone will ever look for a true friend, it’s you, dad that I will always recommend

You took care of me with precision
And loved me with passion
The advice you gave me speaks all about your vision
To see me happy and outstanding in a million

The sacrifices you made for me is just unforgettable
You were master of odd jobs and that was remarkable
From a chain man to a cook, a carpenter to a herder, all was unbelievable
This struggle will only be seen in “the third world war battle”
This gift of struggle and sacrifice is the greatest gift of all
And forever this, I will recall

Daddy,
I pray to God that you live long
That He grant you good health, for I love to see you grow old but strong
That He grant you a place in paradise, life thereafter, for I believe that’s where you belong
I thank God for your world, your world that taught me to evade wrongs
And that is why your name will forever be preserved in songs