Monthly Archives: December 2014
Happy New Year 2015.
It’s yet another year.
When we got to rise and raise our heads.
Wake up and walk to our dreams.
Tend our flower gardens and it the flowers of our lives blossom.
For we got our life’s to live lively.
Have a prosperous 2015 and let your life prosper.
Happy 2015 and have more than 2015 wishes to fulfil.
Karen was staring at the portrait of her granny who had perished in grisly road carnage. The repercussion of the latter created a greater mental effect on her. She was only 16 and she had already started foreboding posh vehicles. Her sister Annette was busy assisting her mum to fit luggage inside the car, outside. Karen got up from her seat and walked slowly towards the lounge. No sooner had she got inside the main lounge, than a roughened arm held her shoulder. She turned around abruptly, her hair swinging past her nose. It was her dad, Murray.
‘Hi, Karen?’ he continued, ‘why are you so bored like this?’ Murray asked her.
‘Dad, I can’t imagine we are boarding vehicles again. Can’t we trek?’
‘Are you serious Karen, trekking to Mombasa on such fateful days, cars aren’t that vengeful. Change your attitude and mentality too’ Murray said as he patted her shoulders and walked past Karen.
Karen stood still at the place wondering what a world she was in. she had made up her mind a bit earlier that she wasn’t to board any vehicle in her life. The amputated images of her grandma were occasionally recapitulating in her mind.
They were leaving for Mombasa. It was a luxury trip and Murray was so grateful of his family and always wanted to make them happy. However, Karen had the trauma that had ruptured her mentality while being safe on daddy’s car. She walked slowly and sat on her bed. Her face was weary and she seemed hungry as if she had being starved for a number of days.
‘Karen! Karen!’ her sister Annette came looking for her so that they would set the ball rolling. Karen composed herself and agreed to go. When Annette opened the door, Karen plastered a smile and gave her a hand. They walked out talking happily until they approached the exit door. Agnes their mum was happy and Murray also felt his heart warm because they had seen Karen smiling. Karen hugged his dad and promised his dad that she was never to be pre-occupied again on the issue of accidents. His died smiled again and opened the door for the sisters. Agnes had agreed to drive the car for that day.
The sleek Volkswagen drove and pulled up outside a gate.
BY : KEN AND SPERANZA
Each time the sun rises all we wish is good radiance of the day
Each time it sets all you want is thank all those who spiced up your day and thank the Almighty
All those who made your flowers blossom
Filled your world with roses
All you want to do is make their expressions change
Make them smile from dawn to dusk
Offer them some warmth
Raise them to the heights of the jubilated sometimes feel like dancing with them and make their world lovely
When we started the blog all we wanted is make each sun rise and sun set a day worth celebrating our talents
It’s a joy seeing more than 10,000+ people scratch our backs in a bid to get more articles
And all you want do is make use of the power of the pen write and write more
THE FOLLOWING PEOPLE HELPED US IN INITIAL STAGES OF FORMING THIS BLOG
We live in a world that has many pros and cons. Most of the people in this globe don’t really care of how other people strain to survive in this world. People are really suffering. They suffer in anticipation of getting to live the next day. They suffer in order to get ‘a breathe’ of sustenance of the following day. The few who are super rich don’t really care of how the poor survive. They are just interested in accumulating wealth while some of them are the sole proprietors of the suffering poor people.
How much have been said of the poor generation? What has been done? You can admit that people are been subjected to abject poverty each rising day. The diseases of the poor e.g. cholera, always make sure they are on the rise in such areas.
Personally, we have investigated a lot of things that many do not know. Poor women who have a lot of children, sell their children to help them survive. The reason behind this, is that they do not have the capacity to feed all their children daily. They would succumb to hunger and die if they tried to stay with them for some more time.
People live in conditions that are totally non-explainable to somebody living a considerable lifestyle. The poor even slaughter cats, rats, dogs and other deadly animals like snakes so as to sustain them for at least two more days. Their news are very welcoming to the media and bloggers who post very heartbreaking photos in dire anticipation that there would be help from any well-wisher.
It’s amazing how time flies
Years seem to crack our hard shells of age.
As years pass we blow our trumpets so hard
Sing our voices out as we celebrate our birthdays.
We look at the sky and admire its azure nature in this 19th year
Look at the sun that has been hitting your forehead for the last 18years
And when it is not all, look at the flowers that blossomed each day that passed
Wait for the rain to fall so as to nourish this year for you
And this is when we light candles for you
To shine all over
And guide your path throughout this year
Happy birthday blogger
Happy birthday Kennedy Mawira
Show out your teeth
We want see a happy 19 face
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEN
Her hair dazzled. Her face was bright and she seemed to possess a lot of hope in life. Her expression of beauty was more than a word to her. This tall studious lady was the centre of attraction to the urban men. She made it sure that everywhere she moved, she was glared at. Failure to glare at her, would pronounce a false prophecy to her judgment. She expected men and women to show that ‘wanting’ look. Her short pants and dresses made it clear to what she really aspired- attention. She was the ‘attention seeker’.
Her long, black hair was natural and was treated more than any other asset she possessed. Her long, brown, non-sooty legs were also her icon. She made it sure that she visited a professional masseuse for the job well done on daily basis. Her name was Gillian.
Her talks around the town were wired throughout. She had been making men fight and engage in unproductive talk. A certain gang of boys, who had been terrorizing the town for a while, had been investigating Gillian for some time. They had been residing in the urban area for quite some time. They decided to work out ‘something’ to keep her ‘attention’ shut. They came up with a very well developed plan to capture this high class lady. She wasn’t the type you would bump on and get to know the other side in such an abrupt manner. At some moments, she was the refined one!
The day of invasion was on Friday. They knew that Gillian was a frequent customer
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Each time I sleep I always count your presence
My voice always calling you in my dreams
My hand trying to reach you
Stars shining so bright to see you alive and full of life
And it will always rain as a sign of blessing
Stay with me
Watch over me
Lull me in my dreams
Watch over my path throughout the night
Make me smile all through
And when it is morning
Open the curtains for me
Let us enjoy he sunlight together
For we will always be one each day that passes
Rage was burning inside her. She got her clutch and car keys and got out of the mansion. The outside atmosphere was cold and the sounds of crickets combined with those of weird night-birds were evident at her massive compound.
It was at 9 pm.
She quickly got outside the garage and within seconds, a Ford Mustang got out of the garage and soon, she was driving at a certain estate called Bentakara. It was a rich estate where only those who had a reasonable amount of cash could afford to rent a mansion there.
She had been living in Bentakara earlier when her relationship with his husband was full of life and abyss fun until a lady called Nora engulfed her sweet life.
The car halted at the gate of her marital home. She sat transfixed on the seat and gradually, the sweet memories of her earlier life started consuming her. She started flashbacking the episodes of sweet love she had enjoyed with her husband Barrack.