My thoughts in writing.

It has been approximately 90days since I started working for Top Rose Hair and Beauty Salon . To be honest with you, wasn't really prepared for it, mentally. Initially I thought it would be a smooth ride, I was a little bit naive, mostly because I was just happy I got a job after a couple of months of tarmacking and the excitement sought of brought it in. Well, I didn't really start off on a high as I was late for my first managerial meeting, which was a bit embarrassing, I could have been early if only I remembered the right mats to get in. 5 minutes, that's how one decision got me late by. At the meeting was taken a back by the challenges that they face as managers of different branches. In my mind I was having all this "great" ideas that might counter all those challenges that they were going through, I really was eager to make an impact. I wanted to bring a change that will grow the business to new heights, having in mind that I had only been in one branch(wh...

They met each other at an art exhibition. He was looking at a painting titled ‘ A hot mess’ – it was many colours brushed on the canvas in such a chaotic manner. It was that chaos that really intrigued him. May be because it represented his chaotic life. Where nothing ever seemed to be in place. He drowned in the painting. So much so he didn’t notice this beautiful lady standing right next to him. She was holding a glass of red wine on her right hand and gently pressing it on her red lips. Her eyes lost in the painting. An elderly man spotted the two staring at a painting and walked towards them, curiosity caught the best of him. “Excuse me.” The elderly man said as he squeezed himself between the two. They both looked at the elderly man and then at each other. It was at this moment that their eyes locked into each other. Magical. “What is it with this painting?” The old man asked Cupid’s victims. “It is just many colours smudged on a canvas. It does not make any sense.” “Yo...

Hold down your dreams. Do not let them fly. All I hear are screams. From all whose dreams have died. We live for the paper. We kill for the gold. We destroy what is meant to save us. Just to get a selfie with a hashtag in bold. New age poetry sounds monotonous. Authenticity is left to men who con. Where old vices are now seen glorious. Honesty is a cloth torn. Just to get likes from faceless people. All enslaved. And what I fail to see right through. Is that I too I'm a slave.

And it is for family that we live for. It is for family that we shall die for. That none may tear us apart. We have each other’s back. Family above all else. Nothing else above family. “Remember this words Luma. Keep them written in your heart. Let them guide you in this life. No one else will be there for you in this world apart from family ”.  Miha told young Luma as they sat by the fire. Miha was a young vibrant woman who was sold by her parents to a drunkard who mistreated her but she still hangs in there. Despite the backlash, the rumor-mongering from her peers and the elderly in her village, she still walked head held high, graceful, and without a care in the world, because she was brought up knowing that you guard and protect your family at all cost, and this man was her family. When she was heavy with child she convinced her husband that they should move a bit farther away from the rest of the village so that her child could not grow up feeling mistreated...

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.