If you can't fly run... If you can't run walk.... If you can't walk crawl ... Make sure you keep moving forward no matter what go go go.. and you will make your dream come true.
' Fortune favours the Bold ' or so they say. I've been clinging to the saying since the year began you'd think my life depends on it. Fortune, Bold...... easy words to say, right? Whoever came up with the idea ' Baada ya dhiki faraja ' must have been the most delusional cunt to ever breath. Infact, they can have my spot in hell for free...... Is the former necessary? Ain't the latter the goal after all?! Why do people normalize wins and success as some form of honourable trophies for suffering? Do we have to suffer first to rejoice later? For what? To prove a point? Ridiculous!!!! Chaotic chants everywhere.... I've been staring at myself in the mirror for minutes in the morning. There's something black in my left eye and I can't seem to remove it. It's itchy, it's burning, for the first time my girlfriend is not here to help me. Finally I have to wash it out but my vision is blurred. I look like hell and a smack of self-pity ...
Have I ever told you why I don't let anyone touch the knob of my backdoor? Or why my neighbours freeze when they see me? Or why the lady nextdoor forbid her daughter from playing with me? You should see how fast she scatters away on the sight of me. I don't care anyway, I would do the same if I were her. I have a bunch of crows I hold captive willingly in a tiny open cage in my balcony. Weird right? But only to you dear. I live on the top most floor of my apartment. The breeze up there is always cool but it " sometimes gets lonely at the top". A familiar phrase that one..... Well my loyal friends keep me company good time. They have made it more of a custom that they have a daily schedule of when and who goes out to the caves to offer prayers and the usual. Every morning before I fly away, we have a little chit chat and some catch up devotion. My crows are mostly filled with news of who has become what, which forests are the most safe now, what landmarks h...
It's a hot Thursday morning, decorated aggressively by a clear blue sky, it's emptiness is giving me some uncomfortable feeling that am finding too awkward to trust. The day is the 15th of February, the year 2024. As usual, alone in my room, am trying to sell my concentration and nerves to one of my favorite reads ' PERSONAL ', A Jack Reacher thriller series by Lee Child . Through my window, a teenage girl is dancing to her rhythmic infatuations holding some red roses. They are plastic! Don't get me wrong, I'm not a hater but I can tell from the stiffness of the petals despite her motion and the wind. What's so exciting about this day for someone to disturb my peace. Times are hard in the eastern countries and we are barely surviving between the dollar appreciation and our corrupt leaders. It's a Man-Eat society and brotherhood has become an old tale of the folks. Now that she has my attention, I can read her little mind. The red bunch is a ...
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