Herispeak

From a deathless death...and a sleepless sleep I woke Without realising death had been so close Threatening to swallow me, to consume me, that I would be no more I woke To the light of my destiny And to God's purpose I woke To a beautiful life Never ending joy, energy abounding, desire to be I woke I woke Because the Almighty wouldn't give up on me Nor give me up to a deathless death and a sleepless sleep I woke Because he lives I woke

The letter My love,   It has not been easy to love you. This is so because it is not easy to love a person like you. I apologise if I hurt you by those words or any other I utter herewith. What you must remember is that I love you.  You make it quite difficult. We agree to do things. Important things. Things that will change our lives for the better. Things that are good for us. But what do you do? You go ahead and sabotage our plans. You do the completely opposite. You puzzle me but still I love you.  I know life has not been easy on you. But it rarely is easy on anyone. So fragile a being you have been. Easily hurt, easily swayed, easily loving, easily hating but...BUT easily bouncing back....easily accomplishing! You remind me of that advert...you know it.... the "Never say die" one. It's their motto and I think it has inadvertently been yours too.  I write to remind you of this. That regardless of what you have been through, regardless of your s

"Toa Nguo" says Nixon. To his amazement, Millie's initial look of fear seems to disappear. In it's place is a calm, far away look that he cannot understand. She gets up from the floor and proceeds to undress. Slowly, calmly...methodically. She folds each item and puts it neatly away on the old, shaky stool next to the bed. She then sits on the bed and looks up to him for direction. Again....that far away look is present in her eyes. Expecting to deal with a screaming, scared girl, Nixon is perplexed. "This is too easy" he thinks though not relenting from his initial resolve. For the next 3 hours, he proceeds to rape Millie repeatedly. In between "the sessions" , he takes time out to tell her his life story. How ironical. As if it would interest Millie at all. At one point, he even breaks down and cries. Then he "requests" Millie to wipe his tears. She does but never looks him in the eye. Millie on the other hand lies listlessly..

Inspiration comes from the least expected avenues. I watched the video above this afternoon which I picked up from someones post. As I watched, so many things struck me at once.....it was one of life's moments that occur to us every now and then. Sometimes, we are too involved in the moment, that we never even recognize anything has occurred. Other times, we are so engrossed, that we fail to see the lessons and they pass us by, without any impact, without any lessons. Instead, we focus on the activity happening and we think the activity was everything. We see nothing else. Once in a while though, we pay attention....and we see the moment for what it truly is....a life changing lesson....and we note it...we listen...we watch...and we allow that moment to change us and gain true meaning. That certainly happened to me today. As I watched it...this is what came to mind................. LESSONS FROM THE AFRICAN WILD FROM THE BUFFALO 1. It's all well and good

Inside Moonlighter...a brief argument ensues. She shouts at him asking why he forced her into the Matatu. Nixon quickly tries to calm her down. All the passengers are now staring, curious about the spectacle. The driver shouts back at Nixon "Nini uchokozi? Wachana na huyo manzi".   To the gal he says "If you are going to town....just relax. Tutakufikisha tu". The gal finally takes a seat in a huff after giving Nixon a piece of her mind. Meanwhile, Nixon feels safer now...more confident. The gal is now on "his" turf. Her anger seems to spur him on. A scheme of sorts begins to spin in his mind. He's got to have her and he's got to have her today. He looks over to where she is seated, carefully studying her face. You can still see the anger from the severe frown on her brow and the tightness of her lips. He laughs! She briefly glances at him and then looks out towards the window. He realises he needs to change his game plan to get her to be mor

This is not a joke. Rather, the life story of a Woman I have observed for years. A friend, a mentor, a wonderful woman of God. She is elderly now and her life is ebbing away. As I sat by her bedside, I couldn't help but remember the men who had come by her life...yet only one remained by her side. He truly was the last....and truly was the best. Not just the best of them all...but a man of honour, valour, great dignity and character. A man any woman would want to have as her husband. As I thought about her....the men in her past seem to pass me by...as if in a parade. THE JAIL BIRD Ex-prisoner and Rapist. He raped her and stole her innocence. Enough said THE CABINET MINISTER Back then, he was a businessman who was just starting off. You could see the signs of success. He was very social. So social that he had a string of girl friends from here to Timbuktu. THE STUDENT Campus student so bright....so loving...so devoted...so young. She wanted a more mature man and fail

Approximately 30 minutes after he had been released from the Industrial Area remand prison, Nixon is seated at the bus stop. Aimlessly watching both the human and motor traffic pass by. "It is a busy stage this one", he thought. He kept glancing at his watch as he restlessly waited for his dad's matatu on this route to come by. It is his only choice of transport since he does not have a coin on him. Nixon's dad is a local tycon, owning a fleet of matatu's on several routes, several real estate properties and a plush home in Muthaiga. Looking at Nixon, one would never tell. He is rough looking, with a cleanly shaved head, free of charge as provided by the Prison Warders at Industrial Area. He has on a grey t-shirt with streaks of dirt on it. His black trousers are worn and dirty too. On his feet, are a pair of bata slippers that have definitely seen better days. His hands were "stained"...the kind of hands that look dirty all the time no matter how ma

When I first met this little boy, I introduced myself as the woman he would never be able to get rid off for the rest of his life and then I said hello. He opened his eyes really wide and pursed his lips together. I burst out in laughter for I often did this! It was my signature move. “Now that’s my son!”I happily thought. Levi is now 4. I must say it's been a crazy journey. He is hyper, curious, extremely “destructive” but also one of the most intelligent kids I have ever met. Here are some of his adventures. At 2 years, he attempted to milk a cow by himself. Yes, he got the cow into the milking shed! Conquered “child proof” caps severally and consequently landed in hospital. NO, am not a careless mother, he is just a very special, intuitive childJ Frequently “Undresses” remotes by eating all the buttons Has taken 9 BP tablets AND lived to tell the story (or rather lived to allow me to tell the story) Accidentally drank paraffin consequently r

I first met her about 10 years ago. Actually..that’s probably not true. I had seen glimpses of her when I was 18. But for another 5 years, she kept at bay. Never coming near….never making her presence known, yet plotting and planning all the while. I do not like her, you see. Her face is chubby though still beautiful but chubby still. She has a double neck….and if she not careful, it will be a triple one soon. Her shoulders are bulky and thick. Her arms flabby. Her breasts full .Too full and saggy. What a bad combination! Her stomach….her stomach is the worst of it all! It has three layers or should I say three floors. The basement, ground floor and level 1. One would think she were six months pregnant. Her thighs give thunder thighs a good name. Even thunder thighs would call her thighs fat! Her legs have been mercifully saved and sheltered from the "fat onslaught", still looking pretty much the same. Still beautiful. This, I tell you, is the not worst part of the story