My Tribe

My Tribe

My tribe is courage amidst the pain and anguish

I am so that we can! a community of faith

Believers in dreams bigger than ourselves

Dreams proportionate to the amazing power of our God

I worry, sometimes I feel like giving up

But my tribe knows no voluntary surrender

Until the warrior forced in a corner to live to fight another day

They prepared me for victory but no one taught me how to handle defeat

Every day is a challenge, a struggle with a chance to proof what I am made of

What am I made of, you ask?

I am fragile, tender and strong

I bend like a willow tree and withstand like a fig tree

I am a prophet in to the future

A future in hope that today even though tough will be a better tomorrow

My tribe is her and him and you

Our problems surely not the same,

Told in many languages by different history tellers to look the same

As the poor walk in search of food the rich walk to digest the same

With the smiles that bides us together. Welcome to my tribe.

By Njoroge wa Ngige: 021117-0313