OMWA OMBARA

CONSUL -AUTHOR OMWA OMBARA – Omwa Ombara is a Political Asylee, an investigative journalist, poet, vocalist, performing and visual artist. She is author of a Memoir, “God’s Child on The Run.” She holds a postgraduate diploma in journalism and mass communication and a BA degree from the University of Nairobi. She is a former Bureau Chief, The Standard Group, Co-founder of Tujipange Africa Media and #Kumechacha Africa Diaspora Saturday Breakfast Show in US. Her passion for standing up to power and corrupt leaders in the media circles is unmatched. Her experience in journalism spans 20 years.

OMWA OMBARA

Cónsul-autora OMBARA ombará – Omwa Ombara es un asilado político, un periodista investigador, poeta, vocalista, artista intérprete y visual. Es autora de una Memoir, "el hijo de Dios en la carrera". Tiene un diploma de postgrado en periodismo y comunicación masiva y un título de licenciatura de la Universidad de Nairobi. Ella es una ex jefe de la oficina, el grupo estándar, cofundador de Tujipange Africa media y #Kumechacha Africa Diaspora Saturday Breakfast show en Estados Unidos. Su pasión por defender al poder y a los líderes corruptos en los círculos de los medios de comunicación es inigualable. Su experiencia en el periodismo abarca 20 años.

Grieve not for earthly treasures
Lost umpteenth times along the way
Mortal pleasures that seem so heavenly,
Delicious, enticing, tantalizing, safe
Smile and be grateful for what nature's
placed along your way
There are many that fell along the path, who missed nature’s tray

Be not contented with earthly gifts -
These are mere tools
Life fondly offers
To help us survive through the journey
Whose rugged paths and slippery highways
Make it unsafe from time to time

The journey from mysterious worlds -
From other worlds that were before I was
Through this world which is, where I am
Until I cross over to yonder shores, where I shall be
Where the sun sets in its full splendor and glory and never tires
Where spirits rest and dwellers’ fate lie deep
In a secret world hidden in nature’s womb

A world I shall forego, when I grow old and weary
To future worlds still unknown

Sometimes we tend to cling
And hold on to nature’s gifts so dearly
Like ticks behind the ears of a sickly cow
Yet these are only temporary kits
To guide us through the journey
When weary feet that long have trod
And weary hearts that thirst for drinks
Make their “final” journey

Material things like food and shoes and vanity
And farms and trees and cars and gold and power
Are mere earthly pleasures we shall soon forego
For use by other pilgrims, just like those before us did
And those to come will in the never ending passage of lives sojourn
To worlds both known and unknown

Grieve not for earthly treasures
Trust not in earthly pleasures
Lost somewhere along the way
Shed off mortal passions that seem heavenly
Delicious, safe, enticing
Enjoy it, treasure it, savor it, then let it go!

Genre: Poetry 
Slavery and Slave trade; the cost of separation from the Motherland. 
I am your long lost sister
By Omwa Ombara

I am your long lost sister
I am a drop of blood, your blood, 
Your ancestors’ blood
Flowing through nature’s river bed
Into the vast ocean of humanity
Of Black humanity
Of African American reality

Come closer, our mother’s daughter
Look me in the eye, smile and laugh with me
I am your long lost sister
Left behind in Motherland, Africa
To guard the ancestral shrines and spirits
And our mother’s rich treasures, hidden in the dark sooty pot
After you were raped and robbed by slavery
By dark wretched hearts that sold our family
Into the tortuous well of deep misery

You call me black, ugly and dark
You step down on me like a piece of dirt
And yet you are a part of me, part of my family
You are my long lost sister
Grabbed into the jaws of slavery
Mocked, despised, abused and damned
Abandoned by the world for riches untold
For old money, that never grows old or cold

No! It is not you my sister that hates me so
Hurling these insults that hurt so deep
It is our scarred history, the pain in your eyes
The burning fire in the pit of your stomach
The vengeful bile of bitterness
That reminds you of our dreadful past
Whenever you see me

A past so horrendous, shameful and cursed
A past that makes it hard to forgive and love
A cursed past

Forgive me my sister if my presence reminds you
Of all the skeletons of untold anguish
Buried under the sea of forgotten graves

Forgive me my sister if my presence makes you tremble
With guilt and shame,
Bleeds and rattles your dazed, crushed spirit

I bear no ill but love for you
I am your link with the past
The link, that will help you trace your lost self
I am your journey to self reclamation

I am the powerful wave from the sea of Motherland
Come with healing salt from the ocean’s womb
And the charms of good luck
To cleanse you and set you free
I have come to pluck out the log from your eye 
That you may see and recognize me,
My sister, your sister

I am the calm waters of undaunted spirits
Roaming the world in search of its lost humanity
I am your long lost sister 
You are my long lost sister
Long lost sister,
Long lost sister
Ready to hold your hand and guide you safely, home.

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