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