Joel Gitau

God Where are you? Is a Pocket book extracted from by book "You will Overcome" Its deep prayer of how one time I was in the valley of dry bones and how God answered my prayers....see some excerpt from the book..... God please, why, why do I feel that I am screaming myself off, but your ears are completely silent to my cries and my humble pleas? Why is your silence so deafening? Gracious Father, are you still there? Why am I searching all over the place, everywhere, but cannot see your face? God, why do I feel as if you are so far away, yes, far up there in the sky, far up the heaven, yet you are so close to me? You are so near to me but why? Why do I feel like you are far off? I ask, in all these troubles, where are you God? God, are you still there for me? Or you are busy dealing with other bigger, greater, and more urgent issues in the universe, forgetting the small and insignificant me?” Why do I ask all these? Why is my heart troubled? Behold, I cannot see! My eyes cannot see anything! Why do I see only pitch darkness in front of me? Yes, it is totally dark; pitch darkness has filled my life! My life is like the earth in the time of creation -it’s empty, it’s now formless and void! God it is during the day, but why has the sun in my life set at noon? Why is there a total dark eclipse in my life!" May God answer you in your darkest hour of need.....Amen.

CRY NO MORE is a self healing Pocket book...… Its all about Loving Oneself.  …I have plucked it from my book …Love and Thorns...…see some extracts below.....They know that they matter; that their life comes first, and they will have to live their life to the fullest! They decide to weep no more. They decide that they will not waste their precious tears anymore on anyone or anything. They slowly wipe the tears running from their eyes and consciously decide that they will not go down that destructive and self-cannibalizing path anymore! They realise that they cannot be held hostage by another person for life or an institution which betrayed them early, early They have declared their Independence Day and announced their freedom from every prison and captivity. They have hoisted their flag of peace, serenity, and tranquility. They have decided to sing a new anthem of self-defense and deep self-love. They have realized that they have come too far to be unduly trampled upon by anyone or anything. They have declared that they are the heroes and heroines of their own lives, and they are not going down whatsoever. Some of them might even be down but they declare on top of every mountain that they are not out yet. They decree that though they can fall seven times, by Gods grace they will wake up the eighth time and mount up and fly like the mighty eagles. They take the Hypocritic oath every day to themselves that they will treat themselves to the best of their abilities, protect themselves and that they will never be undermined or demeaned again. They have refocused their mind and priorities. They have decided that they will only remain awake because of other developmental and investment issues; not because of another party. They have sworn that no matter what, they will be sleeping the whole night. They will never lose any iota of their sleep or appetite. They will eat food to the full and it will peristalsis well and reach comfortably into their stomach. They have sworn that they will not die of ulcers or depression or any lifestyle disease emanating from anyone, whether bosses, institutions or even their partners.

There is a vibrant energy within the youth that can shape the future. If we delay no longer. There is no force quite like the dynaminisim and resilience of young minds, unyielding and unstoppable. Dream boldly and loudly about the world you aspire to live in for its your hands to gladly shape it. The book..the Cry of the youth...is a collection of spoken word, poems to ignite and inspire young minds to stretch towards greatness as God has ordained it. "My world is a wild vegetation, of the art of peer pressure, I drown in miasma and innuendos of questions that then cause my capabilities and dreams suffer amnesia. I am a rag used for no use,the blame blamed for no blame, I am the poor youth,I am homeless, streets shelter me for home is violent. I am jobless, all I need is experience. Yes, I go to endless interviews, all they need is experience. For God’s sake, where have I gotten the experience and I am a flesh graduate right from college. All I need is to be heard, a chance, an opportunity and space. Am I asking for too much? All I need is a little empathy, some sympathy, and a shoulder to cry on. They are all merciless, they are all heartless, where is their warmth? Why are they so cold towards me more than ice? Who remembers the embers of the youth? Who understands where the youth stands? Who cares about the cares of the youth?