This little pocket This little warm pouch This tiny deep house Nestled within This willow swim This little castle I rented not All the taxes were paid Through the million vains of life Pumped blood to my organs Pumped air to my lungs As my tiny fingers pocked her Playing hide and seek in my […]
They told me being a blogger is wasting time. I smiled and silently whispered to my heart, Sustain me, my God, according to your promise, and I will live. They didn’t know the difference between a blogger & writer (Writers are craftsmen, bloggers have craft). what bloggers don’t tell you they also make money in their trade. […]
The words said to me that changed my thinking and forced me to make this promise to my future self. Source: A Promise to My Future Self
To go or not go it’s still a go The river below does not stop, The tidal waves whirling around, The current being current, Swept my currency away, While Crunching on my last straw, I contemplate on the three lines The only three lines in life, Born, Dead, Legacy. I puke the past hiccup the […]
My son will be 8 months old on March 10th. I can utter, “Hello eight months and goodbye eight months.” in one breath. The time went by in one inhale and one exhale. It’s redundant… Source: 14 Pieces of Advice from this New Mom to the Next
Don’t mourn when I am gone Celebrate coz I am coming home where I belong. When I will blink to horizon It will be sun rise not sun set Celebrate coz you shared a joke with me Celebrate coz I made you laugh while you borrowed my ribs for hire You cracked ‘em at crack […]
I was born with my eyes closed, when I opened them I wish I could shut em’ for what I saw.. I was born with fists clenched, A cry of freedom, Ready to fight my adversaries, As I fought the ma… Source: The Three Cries of Life
I was born with my eyes closed, when I opened them I wish I could shut em’ for what I saw.. I was born with fists clenched, A cry of freedom, Ready to fight my adversaries, As I fought the many battles imagined or otherwise, I released my fortune my mouth open, When I closed […]
Last Sunday I celebrate church service in my local church. The service was presided by the East African Presbytery Moderator a Kenyan pastor. He began his preaching with a short story of how he wa… Source: Where are Gods Children?
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