It has been long since I last wrote, am I too tired to write or have my creative juices run out … I am not that old, but in my minds eye life seems to have overtaken and overwhelmed me in these new age times. So today I sit here, laptop in hand, fingers on my keyboard (happy I have been able to bang out 2 pages of a potential 50 page report), and wondering where am I standing along this path of life.
Zion hear me!
This thing called life Actually adult life Is a trap we all fall in sooner or later Totally unprepared we are
What happens to you does not matter How you respond to it does! Grit and faith are foundations Of how we see the world
Why all the pain and suffering Why not just joy and happiness A wise man told me Good is born out of bad, and bad out of good How is that I asked?
A child is born through pain of labor A new field of food growing from the ashes of a forest cut down A sad memory is born of happy reminders of a person gone by Raving hunger driven from a full belly
No valley is too deep, no cave is too dark All trials and tribulations are tests To define our paths Refine our resolve Mould us into the people we are meant to be
Smile during your tests Laugh at your trials And they too will pass You will pick the lessons and grow along the way
The eternal optimist, I am Proud to laugh at what life throws at me I know better things are head ebirungi biri mu maaso The future is always bright The sun will always shine
April showers always lead to May flowers Each time I fall down, is a chance to get up again The robin sings The dog barks Let us smile, let us laugh, let us dream
Only you can control how you feel
A cold dreary evening After the hot grind under the sky Very tired but fully awake I am slow but a little alive
The meat hot and spicy fills the belly The pot of spiced tea quenches the burning thirst A loud television in the background The smell of food from the kitchen
The house calms down As sleep takes hold of the noise makers The fatigue of the day washes over the body The warm blankets call to me
Then alas I wait for it … Ears prickled Nose bristled Eyes open wide
Waiting for the sound of your song The last soothing sound of the day Mixing with the crickets on the window And dog howls in the background
Sing your song Take me far Take me high Take me along with you
Do not leave me behind The night may be dark I am not afraid But do not leave me behind
I will make out the chirping I will follow your voice Sing to me Before the moon comes out …
An early morning discourse brought about by a triple cappuccino and a post about well groomed men being a fancy
Was it just a peek
Through a window
Into what a quiet stormy evening is like
A fleeting glance
Old friends
Old friends
The ray of light
Slicing through the gloom
Of a thick fog
Old friends
Bringing back memories
Of times gone by
Of laughter shared
Of no tears spared
Days, weeks, month, years
Cannot dull the connection
Put out the fire
Or hide the joy
The separation
Time, space, distance
Life’s trials and tribulations
Responsibilities that we all undertake
Whatsapp, Skype, Facebook
Email and text messages
Our weapons of choice
Needed to stay in touch
To all my old friends
Where ever you are
You are cherished and loved
Till we meet again
