The Parklands Diary

  Poem by  Dominic Kariuki Njumbi * On a cold morning On a cold morning, heavenly dew kissed his nest, the wind hummed a song he knew not. He sat alone, his tiny chest burdened with grief. Mama had been his shield, his rock, and now, she was gone, never to return.   He gave the vast world a glance, a void that he wished to explore. But fear whispered into his ears, its talons digging deep into his heart. With death knocking, he was out of time.   His claws trembled at the edge of the nest, the swirling abyss below waiting to swallow him. a voice whispered to him, stay, but this time he knew the voice was wrong he leapt   To his surprise, the sky embraced him. as he glided smoothly The cold breeze rushed past his feathers, with rays of the sun illuminating his path The world had received him with open arms. It was a new dawn   * Bachelor of Science (BSc) in Public Health. He can be contacted at: 0706304671  

Poem by Dominic Kariuki Njumbi * The People Command the Most There lies a city, far, far away— A land of tranquil grace, Where peace flows gently like a river, For the people command the most. Within its walls, the cubs and lambs Dwell side by side in harmony. Vice is but an ancient tale, Because the people command the most. O my city, learn from your peers, Heed the voices of your own. If you would know true peace and plenty, Let your people command the most.   * Bachelor of Science (BSc) in Public Health. He can be contacted at: 0706304671  

  Poem by Dominic Kariuki Njumbi * Shattered Besides Her He sat beside her crib, trying hard not to break down, trembling like foliage in a whirlwind. His hands cradled his head, heavy with tears cascading like a spring. Desperately, he willed her to stay awake, fearing that if her eyes closed, she might be taken away from him.   She was his world, his beacon of hope, his anchor amidst a raging tempest. He could not forgive God. "Why play dice with my daughter’s life?" he murmured into the vast void. "Take me instead," his prayer consumed by silence, as the heavens remained quiet, as they always are.                                        When her breath stalled, and the hospital machines screamed darkness rose like a tide and devoured him. Th...

  Poem by Dominic Kariuki Njumbi * The Unknown Soldier War broke out, and all were called to fight. Young and naïve he stood, Fear tightening around his tender throat— Yet patriotism spoke louder. Thus marched the unknown soldier. “Why must peace be born of war?” He wondered, His plea falling on deadened ears. “March!” — that was the order. And so he fought without understanding, The unknown soldier. He gave his blood, his sweat, his all, Yet no one ever knew his name. Fate turned its face away— The enemy claimed him, And they called him The unknown soldier. The old declare the war, The young go forth and die. And when peace finally dawns, Those who bore its cost Are remembered only as The unknown soldiers. * Bachelor of Science (BSc) in Public Health. He can be contacted at: 0706304671.

  Dominic Kariuki Njumbi * Carved from the Same Stone Why the hatred among brethren? Why the bloodshed, Why the guile and malice upon your lips— When all were carved from the same stone?   You let wealth deceive you, Your hearts no longer know right from wrong. You see with but one blinded eye, Forgetting all were carved from the same stone.   Awake, and reconcile with your brother. Make amends with your sister. Restore the peace of ancient days, For all were carved from the same stone   * Bachelor of Science (BSc) in Public Health. He can be contacted at: 0706304671