You for She

I inspired today. Inspired a little girl. A little empress. Tommorrows hope. Todays success. The little girl that smiled, from openness and ultimate innocence. She is the lass proud of her society. So proud that a peacock loses shape in her presence. Her smile repairs many broken hearts. It brings peace. A reason for unity.

She lit our hearts and brought smiles to our faces. She raised our esteem, it was through me, but from her, I felt boosted. She had some dash of shyness. Her eyes settled for that. She is not at all compared to drama queens. My little girl is an empress. Her own kind of wisdom is unknown.
I didn't interact with her much, but she made my day, she ignited a new part of me. If I had her for a lifetime, I would have much to live for, much more than enough.

I told her, that in this crude world, she should never expect anything from anyone, the beasts of people were once sinless and golden in character and behaviour. Expectations should never be taken on a hard note, they injure our innocent souls most. It takes a simple personality to pass such small tests easily. It never takes an enemy to betray the other, betrayal is always from a friend. Tough to say, but a spade better be called  a spade. Her friends should matter most, with close proximity, she ought to examine all, no one is to be trusted with delicate and heavy issues, the true ones maybe, but not all.

In our sharing, she whispered that she is hardworking, she loves school, but I made her powerful. Being an empress, she must do the undone and get to heights. She must read, research and do discoveries. No one was born walking, the best did the extra that others left. The best learnt tirelessly. Goal diggers. Its evident, they aren't lucky nor are they supernaturals. They did out of passion to steer to top notches. The success astounded all. As jealous ones whine, others shine. Richness in faith and passion, is what matters most. Wealth is just a measure, a sign to be precise, but she ought to know that if she keeps God first, she'll never be last.

My girl looks tired, lunch awaits I guess, but as we get done I let her know that she is privileged, a beautiful young girl like her somewhere doesn't know what her tomorrow calls, it got her emotional. Gratitude and thanksgiving should be an all time affair. Nothing has more power than appreciating what you have, what someone does for you and the efforts you make to remain the best. It doesn't take a cent nor a shilling. Its a clean mind and a beautiful heart. The beauty that she got from within, the one we cannot see but feel, its the best kind of beauty. A soul thing.

Hopefully, i'll still have my girl to talk to, she gives me the love, the admiration is endless. Someday, my girl will shine. As she shines, I glitter and shout. It all went in sucess.At the end.

The prince has come.

The most cute, handsome, sweet little lad I ever had. His rosy cheeks, very clear eyes and toothless smile. I love him. My prince. The prince that will make me proud in days to come, the one I look on to. From his first cry, I knew a hero had come. Very fragile but all smiled on the grand appearance. My new arrival. My latest of favourites.

He knows he has a Queen. At any time, she would be on its support. Our sleepless nights with my prince are memorable. Such value and such great love between us two. The jealous King wouldnt say much, but he is proud too, isnt he? Its the symbol of us two. Such great happiness when our prince sleeps and smiles with ever admiring angels. Much joy bound, the mix of a soul mate and you. Am not to say, am to thank, am to appreciate that am blessed. My joy is their joy. They are upto my service, anytime, anyday. The small, not really recognized but love based royal family.

Little prince is glad to be the first, probably more coming, our King would assure but he is handsomely the best. His eyes promise of strength. His little heart beats of a never ending kind of hope, the protective stern look to his younger ones is evident, even when its a day old. A good day is definitely seen in the morning, conversely, a beautiful life is seen on day one. Its not promised it will be easy for him, we will be there, the well shaped head, a sign of a good leader and steadfastness in religion. We would quarrel on it, with my King, but who doesnt know that all good qualities are paternal? This stereotype must go to the woods. I say.

The pride of our bricked castle, the light of our kingdom, its name ought to be based on all this. Its not the seventh day, he is just a prince for now. Its all ecstatic. Name suggestions coming in plenty. In deep sleep, the King calls out a name, obsession cannot be defined any better than this. All around eager to see him, am not yet in my castle but I can feel the heat. The neighbours and villagers are my cool, I cant wait to get to my royal home. I would be washed with all kinds of good gifts on the baby shower. They would sing, young girls would plait my hair, amazed by the softness, a sign of a strong prince coming they would tease and giggle all out. Its united us all. The old man who would pass each day break.

"Mama! I got you pawpaws, so our grandson can be rosy and light."

He would say this each and every day he brought the orange and sweet pawpaws, insisting I eat before he lives, then he sings and blows his flute. My prince dances in joy when he was in. He was magical and alas! his pawpaws never let him down. Very rosy and very light his grandson is! Am very eager waiting for the van, so my son can smell the soil at home. I hear all are out and waiting, women singing and chanting. Its a prince, its not any other kind of son. Precisely the first. The nurses here cant get enough of him. All are in the nursery but my prince is amidst hugs and kisses. His time is not ripe. Not even by a minute.

Am waiting for King's convoy. My prince yawns, and its here. We ought to meet everyone. The royal family lets all enjoy. Definitely, three goats are down tonight. The prince has come.

When they said I couldnt.

I do it because I can, I can because I want to, I want to because they said I never will. The road to ultimate success is indeed winding and very long. It takes a strong heart, a hard brain and a soft conscious. We all want to be successful. The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people said you can never do. Prove them wrong. They will for sure hate you for that, but the clear satisfaction you get after doing what no one ever thought you would do defines it all.

We live in a world where few are happy for ones success, yet many encourage vices. The "mama G" homes are on the rise with very few girl power empowerment teams. Streets at night full of cute misinformed ladies, like dont we see this? Young men on the other hand, drug use hitting them to the tooth, expertise in theft and sexual violence. It saddens. The power of the pen and the book is needed in our society today, I believe minds are open to more when in schools and learning institutions. Socialization moves us that far. The big difference that can be seen from an illiterate compared from the literate is wanting. At times, its not that they dont want to study, but the society's upkeep, poor performance should not at all be the end of the world. Its just a mistake, yet most of us regard them as failures or rather,  academic dwarfs which is very wrong. Its not at all the end of the world when we bottom the class. The Kenyan secular system is a big headache when it comes to ranking. More concern and attention given to those who do well, with little in mind that maybe they are dwarfs in such but giants in other fields. You cannot miss everything. Not at all.

Recognition of young talents at initial levels would save us alot. Most of those who have made it big have done it so out of passion and out of utmost goodwill, the likes of Julius Yego, a record throw worth appreciating. The role the teachers play is not to be forgotten, though it should not at all be left on them, parent's need to examine their kids at a very tender age. Talent realized at young age and nurtured to old age grooms kings out of common men.

We have not lost it till we say its lost. Change is gradual, its never at once. It starts with us. It is time.

When two leaders smile.

Two leaders smile. Crowds applaud. Followers laugh. The ones detesting their ruling not kept in mind at this time. As these two leaders curve their faces, alot goes in their minds, despite their political responsibilities but also the position their fathers would be proud of. They lived to live the role. In their hope to be the exact replica of the latter, they strive in hope, do all the best, so the common mwananchi gets the satisfaction they always needed. Under the same umbrella, is the same opposition that existed before. Politics then and now has a hair strand difference. Maybe the rise of social media platforms, people opening eyes to civic education and such.

The small country has changed alot, much atrocities at hand, but hope is seen when two leaders bind. When two leaders eyes glitter in peace, we are obliged to follow. I mean leaders not bosses we got here. Those who would walk in streets and also try to wash away the most permanent of problems. A vote not wasted one would think. The straight link they have created between the people and their leadership is very efficient for their governance. The direct assistance from their own pockets, open hearted they ought to be.

The addressed problems plus devolution has entirely boosted our state, accountability of funds open and questionable sources intact. Many suspended without fear or favour. Many lost their seats and others who survived are on the look. "Tuko macho" is all they should know. The war on corruption by our very own "deputy president". The pangs of a bad leader hit the nation down. Alot goes on taxes yet few work to ensure taxpayers money never goes to waste, while others, the mad men actually advocate for taxpayers loss.

Leaders become great, not because of their power but because of their ability to empower others. Am on the scale. Am on the take. If am to stand for leadership, I will, good examples I will emulate and good practices all underway. The smile the leaders smile, should be transpiring to all. We all cant be contented but atleast there is a difference. Its never about the role. Its always about the goal.

The never ending storge

The King. The Lion. The greatest hero. He is wonderfully made, the kind that all and sundry wish for. I got that, am lucky arent I? The many things he has done all the times, he really cares. The kind acts, the presence, the love and the everlasting support he gives me cannot be explained. I would, maybe describe with the finest words from Oxford Advanced Dictionary, but words will never be enough.

As helpless as I was, in the early days of the past twenty years, he held me high, boasted around for the baby girl, his pride, showered all good gifts and a great name of his own, his mother. It indeed takes a special person to be a dad, all can be fathers! Even though I may not say I appreciate all that he does,richly blessed is how I feel having a father just like him. He means the world to me, only a heart as dear as his, will give so unselfishly. The father I got, is an angel admist fathers, heaven sent.

His storge is pure and true, I pray that God always blesses the things he does. I understand his ways, am obliged to follow. Obedience is what I pay, though I find it very hollow. I got to pay him something solid, but I dont think it may pay all he has done. He likes it when we all study, a bright future he wants for us. I can see it in his eyes when I pass, the energy can be felt of his pride. I will never get tired of making my dad proud. His support never goes to waste, he stands tall when we do something great. A slight service to the community as the society is family. I get him very well. His generosity is another, open hearted and kind and I guess thats where his famosity came from.

He doesnt own palaces nor does he own fleets, but it takes a kind heart to give, not wealth. Kindness is the new intelligence he says. And yeah, very true. I learn alot from him. The morals he was taught never went to waste. Time after time, and here we are!

The thunderous voice you hear when you do wrong, following the leather belt. Its painful if am to say, but if it costs good behaviour, then let it be. He is very strict. The protection I get as a daughter is wholesome. Curfews intact and times kept. He got principles, and what he says is word! When a lion roares, all remain silent.

I cant utter a million thanks, they will never be enough, but I LOVE you so much DAD. The best gift I ever had. Praying for good health for you, all what is of good shall come to you, nothing except good for my first love, My Father.

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Her big beateous eyes
With brightness at sight
Such passionate warmth in them
That makes instant love.

There is magic in them
That you cant resist piercing into
The wideness is so noticed
That you get lost within.

Her sweetness and beauty
Can all be potrayed
The fire in it
Consumes and finishes you to ashes.

They are just eyes
Small and move alot
So what of the whole her?
Lets go with the flow.

Her calm valour is so fine
All men wonder, "When will she be mine?"
Hope she gets her type
Though difficult to find
The emperor is waiting for the right time.

The wide smile and glittery lips
The soft touch and rosy cheeks
Uh la la!
Was she made at dawn?

Am lucky as an ally
But not as lucky as her babies
Genes on point if am to say
Pretty could be her name, but she got a better one.

Her beauty is not only in eyes and looks
Largely extends to her great personality
Open hearted and kind
If she is not a gewel, she is a gem.

They say a lady is beauty and brains
Sharp and resolute features her most
A staunch economist if am to say
She got the all. RIO.

Life got its ways, hearts got its aches.

Align yourself with people you can learn from, people who want more out of life, people who are stretching and searching and seeking some higher ground in life. Those are the people to surround yourself with, your achetes, your confidants and ever supportive companions. Achieving mindfulness during your daily activities will reveal great rewards, even in the mundane of tasks. To go through these, company gives it the all, precisely, nice company. Just a nice one. You dont need an excellent one, we all got flaws and imperfections, we are all prone to do wrong and be on the wrong but highest form of humanity gets to those who wrong and go back with some thirst to be forgiven. Those are the kind of people who achieve greatness from simplicity, who become role models from small touchy actions they do. The idols we admire.

Of the treasured days, are those spent well, spent with caution that everyone hurts as you do, all got a flesh heart as yours, none is made of stone neither are they made of metal. Their hearts beat the normal as yours beat. No one misses a systole. Yet we still find it normal to hurt others, take advantage of others and be careless of our actions yet at the immediate back of our minds, we know what we did was wrong. Of strong advantage taken that the devil pushed us. The devil did it all. I did not want things this way, all happened but not under my will. How I wish I would see the devil myself. The hunter would have been the hunted. But does he even exist? Is he literal? Or that is a gateaway to get us through our misdeeds. The most ugly of persons are ourselves. The ones full of pride, full of hatred and hurt to the others. We never consider what others may be feeling, even after much sacrifice to us. Some of who may jump oceans for us, love us, be there on all seasons for support and backup. But does it matter to us? These are the ones we hurt most. The closest ones. Relationships break, divorces happen, times change, we still remain who we are. What goes around comes around, and as it gets back to us, we actually forget what we had done to others. Then now its not the devil to be blamed, its bad luck or rather tough luck. It always sucks to be us if this is what we go through, the viscious circle will never end. Its started I guess.

Do for others what you would like others to do for you. Dont make someone feel less than human on times they need you the most. Forgive and seek to be forgiven. No one came with a manual. We all learn through mistakes, through peoples mistakes and how they can be corrected. The best of us forgives, loves, lives and keeps less of pride and more of goodwill. He will never go wrong.