Her Thought Piece

I have a little girl in me that loves to play She likes to be tickled and laughs so hard She likes to yearn for sweet things a little ice cream here, a smokey there She likes to be surprised a midnight text, a takeout breakfast on a Tuesday She likes pretty dresses shoes and hippy music to dance to She likes to be waved in the air lifted high and tossed around She likes her hand held while crossing the road She likes to be tucked in bed and hugged until she falls asleep She likes to play hide and seek and giggle at a corner while you search for her She likes to be told shes beautiful and shes the only one She likes to be wiped off her tears and broad chest for solace She likes to whisper you her secrets and make saliva pacts and pinky promises and make you swear you'll never tell She likes to watch animation and sing out loud to her favourite tunes She likes a naughty note passed on in the middle of a boring lecture She likes to be wal

Today I am feeling different. I am having a tilted perspective about relationships and especially at this age. I’m feeling the pressure the society is putting on my shoulders to have someone to call boo or a guy best friend who I will take selfies with and everyone gets jealous. But instead of succumbing to the new age I’m raising my standards higher. I’m plotting my life and I hope it turns out that way.   So how about I just live life. Have a few people around whom I can share my best and worst moments with. Stay busy with anything I can. My writing, wonder lust, pool, swimming, photography, chess or even better a job. When I’m feeling rich go for a shopping spree, cinemas or camping. Through all these activities I will meet new people and make new friends. I will keep in touch with those willing. I suck at maintaining a large web of friendships so in the process some will give up on me. But I will not give up on those who go an extra mile. Those who do not wake up every day t

I am a thinker, any situation that occurs sends me spinning in a cyclone of thoughts. I love to put myself at the heart of it. I love to figure me out, but I don’t entirely. So yes, I overthink most of the time. I came into the world, and as a normal infant I knew nothing about what awaits. My folks say I was the best, you know chill and loved to sleep. So I was definitely fun to babysit. If only I could bring to mind when I started to draw the line between the vice and virtue; but I am convinced that is when I started to fall apart. From then say the two parts (good and bad) have propagated into a myriad of pieces. I recently asked people to describe me and no one gave a similar response to the other. And I anticipate that, owing to the fact that I don’t behave the same way around everyone for obvious reasons. If you met me 8 years ago you would realize that I wouldn’t hold a conversation for more than five minutes. I was very timid and reserved. Not long after back in high scho

The month is still ripe but the year is rolling away fast. Today is intentionally about me. I felt like letting my readers in, unveiling little portions of the ghost behind the blog. I hope that the closure gives you more insight on future pieces of mine. Writing for me has been my greatest discovery. It started right after class eight from keeping a diary. My diary was only a record of intense moments of my life. Then I don’t know how poetry came into play because I would just write things off my head and they sounded like a rhyme. I would read lots of poem up to a whole thick book without tire but sadly it’s almost impossible for me to finish a few pages of a novel. To date reading prose has always been a weakness and I’m not trying to improve anyway, but I can do brief articles. So poetry is my main specialty but I do quite a lot of other things that I may not mention at this time. But today writing is a part of me that I cannot escape. I am a thinker and adding emotions to thi

Someday you will arrive too late to say sorry  I will have made up my mind to go on with life like you never happened On that day you will not find me drowning in the pain that loving you has caused me,  at the corner of my bed You will not wake up to find my texts blowing up your phone, screaming i love you or where are you or anything Read full piece here (my new blog) >> One Day Too Late

 Today I saw a boy of about 7 years standing and staring outside from his bedroom window. With a firm grip on the grills, I saw him cry as he watched his mum vanish into a taxi heading to the city. He cried louder when the taxi roared as she lowered the backseat window to wave goodbye. I felt something in my throat and in my eyes, like a sharp pain and tears. She’s left him with her parents back in the village where she visits, barely. This is what the boy has been used to for at least 7 years. A mum who shows up for two days and probably once annually. She is not so busy at the city but she just does not want to be at the village, I suppose. Where most people know she is not just a young pretty woman but a mother who bore a son in her teens. Because I know better, I wouldn’t want to judge a teenage/single mother though I need to ask, ’’What do you see in your son when you visit, just a child who doesn’t know a thing? Do you know he feels you are not there for him, that you cann

Sitting at the verge of terror Kenya is here yet again. Same old pulpit Where we stand preaching peace We are scared of streets streaming blood We will be damned if lives are lost But what peace do we need? Staying in or out, leading normal lives? Peace of mind? What does the future hold For us Kenyans Will it be another struggle, For many years to come To make ends meet Will this peace Calm the bitterness between tribes Bring fairness and transparency in our system I pray this call for peace Is a call for justice A peace that should let us sit back Because we know our leaders will serve That they will crawl out of their greed and pride And put this nation in its place The Place of honor and dignity Not a realm of dynasties May peace be justice To all my fellow Kenyans.