HE

HE

He knows each soul Tinted or white, he knows the color of each He sees each tear that falls,  Reads the pain that coats every single one of it.  Shares fully in the woes and throes of each heart  Mends the brokenness in each, Piece by piece until like a jigsaw puzzle, it is all fitting. He has his math running… View Post
The good old days

The good old days

  I miss the olden days when there was a clear line of distinction between the ever-smiling sufuria for making tea and the rather despised-cum- abused sufuria for cooking ugali. I mean,those were the days if auntie cooked the ugali using the wrong sufuria mama would know it even before she set foot in the kitchen. How she did that,only… View Post
Dear Reckless Driver!

Dear Reckless Driver!

Reckless driver. This is a cry of alarm to you. She was not in any hurry going to her workplace, yet now there lies her lifeless body.She is dead. You can picture what someone looks like after being ran over by a trailer.That is the mental picture I keep getting every time I have to cross any road and every… View Post
Of Golgotha Love

Of Golgotha Love

To one that loved me unconditionally and generously, To one who saw beyond the far-reaching cracks in my character,   who saw me for what I would become if with His love He adorned me,  who saw my brokenness and moulded me into a vessel of honor, whose heart was bursting with love for me that He treaded the rugged… View Post
Rocky smoothness.

Rocky smoothness.

When we trully cease envisaging life through the cracked windows of our dreams, And discover just how big enough the world is to accommodate our dreams of magnanimous expanse, That is when we trully start living. When the stars start dimming within our eyes When we cease peering at life through our rose colored glasses, And finally accept that the… View Post
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