My thoughts in writing.

Three weeks later. Birds chirp in the nearby tree. The darkness in the room disappears as the rays of the sun creep in as it rises. Everything comes to life. The flowers blossom, there’s life outside. Inside the house, there’s despair, ire, loneliness, and grief. A bird perches on the window frame, Luma lifts his head up and notices the collared sunbird chirping. Its dark green collar and yellow bird. For a split second Luma’s pain had drifted away right there, looking at the bird. Then it flew away and the pain crept back in. It was at this moment he heard the door knocking. Must have been for a while because whoever was knocking on the door was now banging on the door. Luma stood up, a bit frail he was. He hadn’t eaten in days, had not taken a bath and the stench in the room was testimony to that fact. He dragged his feet towards the door and whoever was banging on the door was close to breaking it down. “Alright, I’m coming!!! Don’t break the damn door!!!” a visibly irrit

It was a sunny afternoon. The sun was setting in the horizon shining its rays on the savanna creating a golden cover that was beautiful to the eye. In the middle of this sea of gold grasslands was a water point, where all the animals in the land came to quench their thirst. Antelopes, zebras, buffaloes, and the mighty elephants. They all came in herds. Elephants spraying water on their backs with their trunks and seeing the calf trying to do so and failing, not minding the fact that the water covered almost all its body with only the trunk raised up. Without a care in the world it played around the water, why should it? It had giants for protection. Not even a lion could come close to this little calf. Luma saw this and smiled. The animals, the land, the sunset, all this filled his heart with an unexplainable joy. He sat on top of a cliff overlooking the water hole and in extension, the vast grassland. Luma was a young man who had brown eyes that had fire in them. His smile swept

Jua linapo tua. Ndo moyo wangu watulia. Najali maslahi ya walionikaribia. Marafiki na familia. Walionijenga nkawa mzima. Nawashukuru daima.

In the middle of the night. I struggle with this thoughts. Of everything that I'm not doing right. The battles in the past have fought. Have they made me stronger? Or am I drained from them. Each minute from the last seems longer. Every time is a mental struggle trying to cut the root from the stem. Stephen, do not overthink. Like the Titanic, you are bound to sink. Let everything flow. Let not this thoughts give you a blow. Of the many times you looked into the mirror. Why downplay yourself as a low grade figure? Look at this, you smiling. Is it real? Or are the tears piling. To you my stars. We would have gone so far. Of the many ventures we would have had. But now you left me sad. Can we have a voyage soon? Can we fly the milky way through the moon? Can we see Mars, Venus and Jupiter? With you there's life after. Let us build a ship. Take us to all this places and on life's cup we sip. Take me away pretty little dar

Hello darkness my old friend. It's been a while since we last talked. We have had our rides. None ever felt any better from the last. You swore you would take me down. Down till I am one with the earth. Hello darkness my old friend. I have to talk to you again. For one more ride. I am at my end. A thrill again. To remind me of who I am. Hello darkness my old friend. I have to see you again. The light was too much. Too much to take in all at once. I think I need a shade. To hide from the mess I am. Hello darkness my good friend. I think I need you again. The walls are creeping in. I need to close my eyes and see you again. Is it my fault that I can't get things right? I'm I to blame for all these broken pieces? Hello darkness my good friend. I need you to answer me. All these things that weigh me down. Every time I try getting back up.. Is this my fate? Do the souls of the dammed pull me down? Or is it you not wanting to let me go? Hello d

  GENESIS Thirteen floors up Pension Towers, Nairobi, watching the sunset, "Beautiful".  You could see the cars speeding not to get caught by the rush hour pile up along Mombasa Road. People walking, all rushing to get to their homes, their loved ones, yet here I was, on the edge, one step towards the beginning of the end. "How did I get here?" "Where did I make a wrong turn?". A crowd starts to gather below, all screaming and frantically signaling me not to jump. I hear bangs on the door, I had locked myself in, no one could stop me, I had made my decision and I was jumping. Took another look at the beautiful Nairobi sunset, another look at the busy streets. I take shaky steps closer to the edge, I look up, close my eyes, stretch out my hands wide and I let go. They say the few seconds right before you die your life flashes all the memories, like a tape on fast forward, all those you loved, their smiles, their faces, it's all there, right in front o

Dear future love of my life. I hope this finds you well and wherever you are, life is starting to take shape for you. Whether you in a relationship or not currently it is absolutely okay, you will end up being mine eventually :-). My reason for writing this is simple, I want you to know me. I won't start by telling you all the good things and the amount of love I'll share with you, I'll get to that later, right now you'll get to see the bad side, the side that is struggling, the side that can be a hand full, even for me. So lets starts there. First of all, I'm Stephen. I just started with life and I'm beginning to accept who I really am and hopefully that will let me grow to become the man I need to become to make you the happiest girl and to have a man who gives you a 100% of himself. For the longest time I have been suicidal but it didn't really manifest itself until a couple of months ago. Since then I've been going on a roller coaster when it came