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They say short girls are the best. I tend to think tall girls are intimidatingly sexy. Your presence hit me like a wave. Even in the middle of that crowd, you were the only girl I could see. Temperatures rose. My heart beat so fast I could feel blood racing in my veins. My vision went blurred for my only focus was you. For a minute there I grew deaf. I could only listen to your smile. Your skin tone, not light not dark but a shade of flawlessness. Your color so lovely, it sings with a rhythmic melody of beauty, roars with elegance. An African beauty, with no need to be made up or made over. Naturally stunning. If only I knew the key, the key to make you smile, smile to me. For you have a smile so bright, so warm and gentle, so soft. A true delight. You smile and my heart beams a while. If the stars were not so far, then maybe...maybe they would, with the brightness of your smile, spar. A day or two I guess, won't even be enough if we had to talk about how beautiful you are. W...

Dear Mama, You see, some people seem to think there are two kinds of moms - those that have C-section and those who don't. This 'battle' divides you making one side feel like a mother who didn't do the right thing. But what defines a good mother? A good mother is not defined by the process of labour or whether she breast fed or not. A good mother is defined by the sacrifices and love she gives to her children. Today I write to you, to tell you that I love you. Something I hardly ever do. I never tell you enough how much I love you and it's something I must do. I need to let you know how much you really mean to me so I'm telling you now, you mean the world to me. You are the sunlight in my day, the moon I see far away, the tree I lean upon, the one that makes troubles be gone. You are the one who taught me life, how not to fight and what is right. Anytime I need someone to talk to, you're always there to help me through and anytime I need a favour you alw...

There will come a time in life when you feel like giving up. A time when everything you thought you had figured out, will bounce back to your face. The series’ that you loved to watch will reach their finale, at the same damn time. Game of Thrones will come and go, within two months. Everything that made you look forward to a new day at the office's fast wireless fidelity will come to an end. That is when you will  realise  how full of crap that career path you thought you loved so much is. Without the zoom versus flash distractions, you will clearly see your internship for what it is, complete bullshit. You'll  realise  that instead of hacking The World Bank like you thought you'd do, you'll be stapling documents for the people who work for the people, who unsuccessfully hack company websites. It’s at that moment you  realise  you have been living a lie. All those coding classes you took, all those Bucky tutorials you watched, The Inter...

Every father should remember that one day his son will follow his example, instead of his advice. I wanted to see the reflection of the man I always wanted to be in you. I wanted you to be a son to me, that to my father I couldn't be. I wanted the whole world to be yours because you would have meant the whole world to me. Sometimes I can't help but cry. Sometimes, I can't believe it's true. No matter how many years go by, no matter how far you are away from me, nothing can change the bond between us. Your birth would have been the reason that regretting would have changed to rejoicing, lamenting would have changed to laughing and sobbing to smiling. Life was going to give me an amazing parenthood, worth bragging out aloud to the whole world. This could have been us, but your mama had to do what she had to do... You let me know you loved me, in so many different ways. You made me feel important with encouragement and praise. I know life for you wasn't a crystal st...

I cannot promise never to be angry, I cannot promise always to be kind. You know what you are taking on my darling, for only at the start is love truly blind. Yet, I'm still the one you want to be with and you are the one for me - that I'm sure. My closest friend, my favourite person. The lover and the home I have been waiting for. I cannot promise that I will deserve you from this day on. I hope to pass that test. I love you, and want to make you happy. I promise to do my best. If wishes were horses they say... All I have been reduced to right now, wishes. How I wish our love was true. How I wish we had to say our vows. Our forever turned to never. 0 - 100 real quick. Yea, in the reverse format. Saying that you love me with look in your eye. What a cold hearted lie. My entire world has fallen apart. My mind overflows with memories of you, of all that we shared. I long for your tender touch, your warm embrace, your soft gentle kisses, the smile on your face. Our moments toget...

I'm allergic to ignorance. I hate not knowing. This only applies to the petty things that do not really make any substantial impact in the development of my intellect or my day to day life. When it comes to the serious stuff that matter, ignorance is almost always bliss. I have a handicap. Once I was hit by one of those rare self-reflection moments. A question popped up that has been a bee on my bonnet ever since. If love had a colour, what would be the colour of love? My knowledge about love ranges from little to nothing. Don’t get me wrong. I've been in love before. Or so I thought. In that period of time, I did things that I, never came close to thinking, would ever do for someone. I was clueless, confused and completely under her spell. I was helpless. Funny enough, I liked it. I enjoyed every single minute in that effigy of my former opinionated self. It ended though, as they all do. I did my psychologically mandated 5 stages of grief and moved on. Was it my fault? Mo...

They never say, the early worm is caught by the bird. Why! Is it because man in his nature, has been programmed to be optimistic? I tend to think optimism is Godly, if not spiritual. Remember, faith; being the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. So, I wake up one beautiful morning. A morning bright with sunshine and glows in the sky. I go against mother nature. I take a very cold bath. Yeah! I went against mother nature. For a man, taking a cold bath on such a fine morning. Totally against mother nature. I decide to walk. Walk away. Pack all my stuff and walk towards the horizon. My fears, my feelings. My anger, my attitude. My pride, my ego. Ahead and across the sea is the place I want to be. Just a little bit beyond the horizon. The place of respite, lasting quiet and lacking despite. As the wind blows, I feel all my tears being wiped away. Am I less of a man? Men also shed a tear or two, right! But who cares. All good things come to an end. An angel s...

A few times, while chilling out with the boys the issue of marriage pops up. Love they say, springs as lightly from the human heart as springs the lovely rose upon the brier. A scary endeavor to some. Marriage, the subtlest work of art of all the arts which lift the spirit high. The many try, but oh! How few are they to whom that finest of the arts is given. My stand, a skeptical one as always.  Took me a while into an argument with the boys to realize that, the topic of marriage was one we were never going to get our wits to agree on. They all have this enormous faith in this marital institution, whereas I on the other hand think the whole institution is a sham. Maybe, just maybe, it’s because I’m still young and my view of the world is still myopic or it’s because I was raised by a single mum who has nothing ...

Memories of that day, flash through my mind. I can still feel the tension. My dad and I hold hands as he led me to that foreign land. Too many foreign faces. That foreign place, we all call school. I cry a little but he urges me to be brave. Brave! I was only four years old. Leaving me behind, he hopes that I may find a father figure among my teachers. Studies develop brainpower. Sports develop willpower. A student, can do both without feeling any pain. Studying all day. Working for appreciation while sacrificing a lot of recreation. Oh! Highschool. Damn! I miss those days when we had so much fun. Cracking jokes while teasing someone and whenever we got into trouble, we used to run. And while most of you guys were trying to remember the difference between prophase and metaphase, chromosomes and chromatin, madam Akweywa kept reminding us that biology ain't a science. Biology is life. Madam Akweywa played such an important role in shaping and guiding the lives of many students. S...

"Hun, I'm bleeding! " Butterflies in my stomach. As I watch her walk down the aisle. My heart is set on fire. Feelings and thoughts through my mind. Feelings I can't handle. Oh! How I wanted you for so long. Never thought this day would come. Finally, the die is cast. The vows are made. For better for worse. Come grief, come joy, come richer or come poorer. Come rain, come sunshine. The link, which naught but death can sever. If ever two were one, then surely we. From this day forward, you shall never walk alone. A mommy to be, now you are. I am a daddy to be. Of which I'm super happy. I'm about to go crazy. The best time of our lives is still yet to be. It will start when we shall see our wonderful baby. Whoever says there's no magic in the world, has never experienced the birth of a child. His toothless smiles will be memories shared. When he falls off his bike and scrapes his knee. When he runs into our arms and we hug and squeeze him. A few weeks ...

The birds are chirping. The crickets are singing. The sun sneaks in to proclaim over the landscape askew. Dawn is breaking. The clouds are shaping. Woow!!! Look how the rays tear apart the skies, then split to the seven true colors as they pass a tiny dew. Wait! Listen! Listen again. Cries of a young lady. The cries of a young lady in distress. Not so loud, not sooo... A true gentleman they say, ought to hold her close. Hold her close when tears, of pain not weakness, are too strong to be held back instead roll down her chubby cheeks. I want to share her teardrops, for tears shared form a special friendship. Coming to understand her sorrow, coming to understand her pain, her tears are just but a reflection if not a shadow of the tears of blood that fall from her broken heart. A heart so brittle, broken by love. A heart left in isolation. Promises broken. Forevers turned to nevers. Trying to convince herself that wounds heal and life goes on, but knowing that she's been hurt, a ...

Staring into the sky in the night, trying no to see the darkness but the light in the stars. Staring at the horizon during sunset, smiling at the wonder of such a sight. A sight so beautiful. Staring at the waves of the sea, trying not to think of the lives it has swallowed, rather the joy it brings to those who entrust it with their lives. The waves, moving soft and smoothly, break into splashes bringing onto the sandy beaches a breeze so soothing. Staring into the rains, choosing not to see the potential in the looming storm, rather the beautiful red orange yellow rainbow that would color the skies afterwards. Staring into her large, dark-brown eyes. My heart racing. Beating a little, but a little more, harder with every breath taken next to you. You know how when eyes talk to eyes, the whole world stands still. Time waits and nature listens. Staring at your hour glass physique, wondering whether what I'm seeing is a mirage. Trying my level best not to be trapped by my thirs...

A swahili saying goes, "kuzaliwa ni bahati, lakini kufa ni lazima." A lady bearing a child, each day her mind is filled with thoughts of her child. Daydreaming of the things they'll share, like late-night bottles and teddy bears. Like first steps and skinned knees. Then comes the first indignant cry and then life begins. Kids are a blessing; and nothing expresses this any better than the face a mother wears when she is handed the gift of enduring several minutes, hours of pain. Kids bring happiness to a home. Kids are the beacon of hope for a better tomorrow. Tick tock...tick tock...life is counting down on your internal clock. However, as cruel as it can get, is meant to be lived. They say you only live once, but I beg to differ for we relive our lives every single day. As the sun illuminates our lives each morning, we are given but another chance to better our lives. Death, the price we all get to pay for the mistake of a single being. It however is not the end....

"Lala toto lala, lala toto lala, Mama anakuja lala, Akupe maziwa lala..." One two three...the sixth time, the words can barely come out of my mouth. I feel the warmth of his breath over my shoulder, onto my neck. So cute, so innocent, so fragile. As I lay him to rest, I thank the Almighty for the blessing of a child. So this is this is the famous 'sleep like a baby' goodnight messages that those cute girls, I used to admire then, used to send me but now in 3D or is it 7D! I smile to myself. I'm praying that he doesn't wake up at 3:45 in the morning and calls for help in a language only he understands. I wish he understood how much I hate those 'it's your turn' moments. Oh! Sorry! Almost forgot. Kiss to the forehead. Wish him goodnight. As I lay down my head to rest, my thoughts are with the friends and families of the great men of this land, Kenya. Men of integrity, men of courage, men of sacrifice. As I lay here, enjoying the warmth of my bed...