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Our aim for our family is grand,

An ideal clan,

Overflowing with strength,

Vaccination and wellness,

Are our ultimate tools.

Crucial for our kin,

And for ourselves,

They fortify our bones,

Guard against diseases,

And shield us from disabilities,

Like poliomyelitis.

Whenever we ponder its harm,

We deem it vital to vaccinate our children,

And foster healthy living.

Consequences are dire for our bodies,

If we ignore the doctor's counsel,

And neglect wellness regimes.

Now we feel assured,

In a sanctuary of health,

For we've raised them well,

Aware of the necessity of vaccines,

Though the pain may sting,

Prevention surpasses cure,

We lead a balanced life,

This emboldens our resolve.

Vaccination wards off leg paralysis,

It shields our community from tuberculosis,

When injury strikes, tetanus does not ensue,

Our immunity stands strong,

Measles may try to assail us, but in vain.

Children grow unburdened,

Without fear or plight,

All thanks to vaccination,

And wellness pursuits.

Get your children vaccinated,

Ensuring their safety,

Get vaccinated,

And fortify the community,

Our tomorrow starts today,

By laying foundations aright,

We pave the path for our children's future,

Shielded from disability,

And equipped with vigor.

Our life's journey, duly considered.

Educate your community,

On the significance of vaccinating our young,

And embracing healthy habits.

Do you know the toll of lost lives?

Do you realize their destiny rests in your hands?

If not, their peril looms,

Let's champion their survival,

Through vaccination advocacy,

And comprehensive wellness.

Many lives have been lost,

Their morphology altered,

Forgotten and neglected,

Due to limited access,

To healthcare and wellness wisdom.

But it's never too late,

To rectify and restore,

Our children may seem distant,

Their trust waning,

In medical care and wholesome habits.

Their identity transformed,

By illness's burden,

And lack of preventive care,

They've become ensnared,

By circumstance and lack of support.

Yet, despite social divides,

They merit equal opportunities,

For a life of health and fulfillment.

Let's banish the term "H",

Symbolizing all things handicapped.

Let love guide our actions,

Let peace permeate our endeavors,

By ensuring our children are vaccinated,

And embracing wellness practices,

For the entire family.

Let's prioritize nutrition,

And deworming to stave off malnutrition,

And parasitic infections,

To bolster bone health,

And foster optimal growth,

It's our duty to administer deworming medication,

And promote exclusive breastfeeding.

Let's all engage in prevention,

And prioritize vaccination for our children.

MUDADI SAIDI,

WRITER

 

 

 

REFUGEE BOTHER 

 

Annoyed my little name I care

Tried to put pains away. 

Having thorns in heart

Because of sorrow 

And tuff life we had 

Our eyes closed 

Our legs float painless war

Am disdained in hidden plane

It is too scorned 

Why this to me?

We dreamed unchangeable

But once you feel peace 

Conflict crossing your place

Because of vulnerability

Is not only handicapped things 

It can affect also our thinks

I bow down 

Crying for crown 

Their necessity's

For our abilities

Made them won happiest

Life in the little moment 

Am in orphanage

I sleep with hunger 

Life is more painfully

Our countries darkened

Because of sorrow

I changed the name to be safest

But my poor family is unharmed

I care of Africa

I really care of it

They want me to die

They asked me everyday

Why are you proud 

Always unchangeable?

Unenviable?

While their citizen are in meager

I don't know who is he?

I don't know my nemesis 

I so hatred by many

My enemies put thorns in my way

They don't want to see me anymore

Better to leave this world 

If my name should be the reason of war

And pain for others

Why me?

Why my colour?

Or it because am a stranger?

From no where?

I dislike a lot that status 

My foe

Wish to see me failed

Hope to see

What I call peace

Reached my place

And my home race

See you there.  

 

POLICY UNDER POLICE 

It’s 6 O’clock Pm East Africa Time 

Some Kenyans returned home 

And the camp turns into a prison 

Everyone heading to end up their missions 

On the other hand

We see some footballers 

In different fields

Playing and sadly, police fight 

Against passengers 

Who do nothing 

But pushing 

To get in the police car 

Some speak loudly 

Thief, thief, I can hear voices.

Jump the queue of the wall

Incidents come up 

People injured 

Nobody cares,

People lose money in this hardest case 

Nobody cares,

People lost their lives 

But nobody cares. 

Can someone please tell me the role 

The real role of the police?

Should they be a guardian?

Or should they be median ? 

I don’t have an answer 

Because I don’t actually understand 

For what will I stand for?

If my people are jailed?

For no reason.

If my people are mistreated?

For no reason.

For what will I speak up?

If humanitarian keep quiet?

For matters of their donors. 

For what will I show my face?

If international agencies keep secret?

Nobody cares.

People live under pressure 

In a place we assume to be safe

But still we feel to be in the same place like home.

In a place we assume to be protected 

We feel marginalized 

And unconsidered 

Living with unconscious police 

Who destroy humanity 

Who deny what’s right

Who add cases on you without faults 

Living in a county 

Where we tried to be family 

To local community 

But still, we are given names 

That discriminate 

Name that don’t give hope

We endure 

But do cannot not remain calm.

 

A REFUGEE WOMAN 

You want to know who she is?

She is a refugee woman

From more than fifteen countries 

Living in Turkana West, Kenya

In a semi-arid place where she has to look for firewood to get well cooked food 

She has to pass through rivers (lagga) and sometimes kidnapped, raped and harassed in her way.

She had to make a line to get water and sometimes she came without water.

She's living in pain and sorrows 

She traverses long-term depression and 

Her life has never been easy in the camp

She has to make a line to get medicines

She has to make a line to get food at the ration 

She has to be beaten while it's her right to be served 

She received four packets of cereal every two months while she's feeding her baby.

She's suffering, 

She lives with neither hope nor a future.

Once she's assisted with money 

She has to asked for percentages

She was named

A refugee woman.

Person dependable but treated like thieves 

Many people have different opinions on her 

But let me tell you the truth

A refugee woman 

She's like anyone else in other world

A woman who can do better than others 

Other women in the cornerstone of this painful universe

A woman who has never forgotten her ambition

Who has never left her mission

Which is to change the world.

A woman who has never disrespected someone's life

No matter what.

Her journey began 

In differential situations

War, conflicts, politics 

Which made her immigrates 

Where does she belong ?

At the right place like anyone else.

She deserves dignity.

Peace and love.

Let all try to support a refugee woman.