Monthly Archives: November 2017

Sometimes


Sometimes

The bravest thing you can do

Is hide, run away, remain unseen

Because it is all you have strength for…

Because maybe YOU must

Live to tell the tale

Of the fear

Of how it seeped in

Took over

Took over everything

Sometimes

The bravest thing you can do

Is watch the brave stand up and say no

Watch evil strangle life

Out of the brave

Choke them to silence

While you retreat

To the shadows and say

‘What can I do?’

But the time will come

When you can no longer

Be brave in that way

When your silence no longer

Gives you peace

When being unseen no longer protects you

Or your own

When you realize

That this,

this thing,

That is being broken, spat on, beaten, pissed on, shat on

Is the most precious

Thing.

That if you do nothing,

Those you are trying to

Protect,

Your loved ones,

Will slowly become

The thing that

Makes you want to hide;

Will become that which

Makes you freeze;

Will become lost

To you,

Forever.

Sometimes

The bravest thing

You can do

Is do a little every day

Is say hello. I see you

Is to say Yes I do care,

Is say NO because it’s wrong

Is to forgive yourself and start again

Sometimes

the bravest thing

Is to refuse to soil your hands

Or to pitch in and do the work

Is to admit your wrong doing

Is to say sorry

Is to learn to stand up

Sometimes

The bravest thing to do

Is the scariest thing

Not to do.

©namutebikabalikagwa

Nairobi, September, 2017