Herispeak

One gets tired. You know...of being asked the same stupid question over and over again. Girl (That's me). Let's make that Beautiful curvaceous girl. So yes...girl meets boy (Some guy who is working hard to get beautiful curvaceous girl to like him. Boy asks girl "You are so beautiful (BUT OF COURSE)...and you are such a nice, wonderful woman (Yes I am)...So why are you still single? Hurrmph! Why am I single? Why is beautiful curvaceous...might I add delicious girl single? Why...Oh why is she? Let's ask God. Day I Me: Why is beautiful curvaceous delicious girl single? God: Uhh......give me a minute I will be right back on that one. Me: *Waits endlessly and finally walks away. Day 2 Me: Say God.... God: Yes beautiful curvaceous delicious girl? Me: Am still waiting God: For...? Me: Your answer? You know...for the question some guy keeps asking. God: (Playing all naive)..which question again dear? Me: God...come on....I was here yesterday. I know you

The room is filled to capacity. Men and women of various ages and backgrounds have gathered this early Saturday morning with a common purpose in mind. A burning desire to write…and to write well! The Creative’s Academy at Daystar University’s Valley Road campus is in full session. The frantic movement of pens, keen eyes trained on the guest speakers, peals of laughter every now and then. These are some of the sights and sounds emanating from the room.  The participants look normal…your every day regular guy or girl…but trapped in these minds are stories and narratives of the future..dying to escape these intelligent minds. Stories that will burst forth in splendor. Stories that will demonstrate the mastery of the written word…stories that will touch individuals and capture the attention of nations. In this room are East Africa’s next literary stars. Literary giants of their time! Master wordsmiths! This is my first session and within the initial 10 minutes , I am filled with