kidChink

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...