Pearl in souls.

Mom ever tells me, that wherever I go and find people held closely together, strengthen the ties, tighten them deep and wherever I go and find people falling apart, I should get them together. Back to where they were before or better than they were initially.

Good moments pass, candles light and shine bright. Never was there a better day than making change, creating hope and instilling togetherness, oneness, willingness and strength bound esteem in people. In colleagues. In strangers. Everyone burns inside, of demons untold. Little we can do to each other is good. All done and said, ultimate destination to humanity and closeness got to be reached. To spread the air, to advance and to glisten.

Minds are tired, hearts are broken, souls are aching of things unsaid and situations not to be remembered. The little interaction, that costs nothing more than a smile and a sweet dimple, a hug and a smooth caress. The greatest of moments in life are the ones felt, not bought, not compromised.

A tedious day mine was, but on my way back, I felt a memory that long lived. It swept of my tiredness and brought my pimples blushing purple. Yes purple, red gets too mainstream for such a big thought. It never costed me a scent to ease my heavy burning inner self. The little impact someone had on me. That was little, big would be an overdose, I guess.

Pearls in souls are never expensive, never costly, they never got price tags, they are free to give and most of all best to receive. They are the best we can have. Of natural importance shines most, of sincere thoughts and deep feelings. A little goodwill can change a life.

Lives changed are lives made.

Heal. Love. Cherish.

The meaning that life got is a treasure to all of us, the living. Life is a gift and a golden jewel.

Being in a company of good people is a blessing. But who are good people? Could be ones that just live by your principles, the principles which don't have to be right. One man's meat, is another's poison. Learning to live with people, knowing their ways and adopting to what the Romans do is no hard thing. As we blend in the system, as we laugh out loud and dance to their melody, we got to understand at the end of the little moment, it beats us to remain who we are. Maybe, at some small point, a little change or the other, but change for the better.

A strong personality defines a great heart, a very sound mind and a critical conscience knowing that whatever we do, in all capacities as persons will be dictated through the short personalised interaction with a social group. No make up, no liposuction, no pills cover an ugly self. It is a duty, rather than a responsibility to be good.

In soul searching, in soul hunting, we are priorities of ourselves. The best form of love starts from as low as the person, the deepest and most sincere of love. All done in moderation are of good, as such, love yourself not too much to pinch others. Put your priorities not so much that it hurts others. Three religious books put forth, love for others what you love for yourself. The world would have healed, the world would have been a better place.

The community nowadays is at its deepest of aches. The interest of the individual and a certain group on top, forgetting its one large society, each has an equal share. All is well when it ends well, hopefully it ends well. Aggression and soft form of love ought to heal the world of its sole aches. As five fingers will never be equal and so are people, its upto the few of us to pioneer to equal and graceful oneness of the society.

Its our responsibility. To heal. To love. To cherish.

The heart wants what it wants.

The perks of young love are known, to those who have loved, to those who still love and a sensational feeling to those who love awaits. Having a boyfriend or girlfriend is not love, having someone who sees eyes closed, feels deep from the strongest part of the heart, speaks no universal language but which the lover and the loved hear. Loving is not in any way compared to infatuation, its more of a sound of swift feelings and beautiful surprises. Love dilutes many injured souls, opens many closed doors and drives out hate in the hardest of hearts. Its a basic need to a human's sanity and an animals wellbeing. Love cuts through lines and space, gender and race, it comforts and relieves. It is never wrong, unless done wrongly. Love robes us of meanness, strange attitudes and behaviour. Its where humility begins. Always misunderstood by those who don't know its basis, its golden sparks and shiny days. Love makes the poorest of men feel rich, not in material but from the heart, love shadows life, makes life live.

In one of the calmest areas in the Coast, tranquility resided as a person. The neighbours full of content and utmost goodwill to each other. You would feel it from the welcoming, the serenity and everlasting smiles. I was privileged to be a guest. In the middle of The Old Town area of Mombasa was where I chose for my vacation after a tough year as a bank cashier in one of the most busiest banks in the country. From the start, I knew it would be worth a stay. I loved the people around here, guests were more of angels. Each day counted. Each second was worth a lifetime. I would watch how the cute and rosy swahili ladies cooked, with great precision and admirable passion. The delicacies were worth appreciating. The spiced kind of fish and sweet pishori rice. I would live to remember.

I set to stroll, at around 4.30 in the evening, needed to toss myself in the sea, or rather pick shells and play with the white sand. The path to the sea was empty, maybe one or two fishermen set from fishing. From a distance, I could see a deserted bungalow. It was plastered very well, painted lilac. It looked like a small castle. I got to take the whole view, or maybe say hi to whoever resided there. It was just magnificent, the sight was very pleasing. An old man, not very old, probably in his early sixties, the white beard and cold eyes made him look much older than he was. Hospitality is the thing here, he quickly pasted a smile and welcomed me in. It was quite strange, there was no lady in the house. But a very big frame of one cute, slender bottle shaped woman. We exchanged pleasantries, at least, for now, we were quite familiar with each other.

He noticed my keenness on the big picture of the lady. She was a beauty. His sharp voice quickly addressed;

"That's my Queen. Malikiye is her name.....the picture was taken on our twentieth anniversary, fifteen years ago.."

The big curve of a smile on his face was first noticeable when he talked about Malikiye. But she was his Queen, who could say otherwise? He then left for a big album of pictures, his three energetic sons, and the cute wife. They looked so good. Such a happy family, I thought. With all the explaining about all pictures, he sounded nostalgic and quite sad. I got uneasy. He would stare at Malikiye's pictures for so long. Caressing the picture like it felt. I interrupted,

"So where is Malikiye..?"

He looked at me with such dispirited eyes, then he closed all albums and kept them aside, those were just memories with him, he said.

"Love happens, between two promising souls, never interfered with, its the language of feelings. Love is never love again, when other people come in, not even kin, they broke an eternal bond, they did, they cut short a hearts yearning and they brought a tough ending."

They lived a royal life with Malikiye, not around but abroad, from the moment they were in primary level, they knew their bond would be as strong. Romeo and Juliet was just but a play, compared to what they had. It was a love of more "mores" and less "less"..It didn't take very long time luring Malikiye, the heart is never wrong. It was mutual. All got stable and alas! the most permanent of bonds was created. The wedding was not so big, but love declaration on the great day mattered most. A palace was built. Royalty at its peak. Life was different now, each day counted. They had a basis for a successful life, their love. They got very successful, from lowest of ranks to managerial. A good day at work starts very well at home.

After years of a very successful marriage, a misunderstanding happened. In such countries where they lived, a woman had more say than a man, Malikiye, not thinking of necessary consequences, quickly reported him to the police and his passport taken, his movement was limited now, he could not travel back home. Even in the hardest of circumstances, he tried understanding his love. He took the blame to himself. Family, down here, grew impatient, sixteen years of not being home, his father passed away and he did not make it for his last rights. He had only one sister, who on seeing this, tried very hard getting her brother's access back. Moved from one embassy to another, she did make it in the end. She succeeded in getting her brother back home. With all this, came conditions, that he should divorce his wife, his Queen, his life, his Malikiye. It was very tough, how would he start? He never wanted all this. The mother, on her side, insisted on the same. Life was all twists. He would suffer mother's wrath. He jotted down the divorce papers. He could never imagine his Queen's reaction. She never replied. She never got back. Each time he calls it gets disconnected.

My face all sympathetic by now, how I wish I could help, we tried calling using my line, but she disconnected all local calls.

"All I want now, is to hear her voice...not saying much, but calling my name." He said with a shaky tone.

He was suffering from diabetes and kidney disease. This all seemed unbelievable. Love existed beyond the confines of movies and fictional stories. Someone could actually get sick out of love that was. He insisted that their candle would never go off. Not when they both existed in royalty. That the wax it had was ever living, ever burning. Even when Malikiye refuses to pick up, some guiltiness gushes in her sweet soul. It was getting late and quite dangerous for me, I didn't want to leave, I wished I could help. All way through I thought of them, I formulated a plan, I would try and talk to the elder son, and assist his parents through. It was so sad. I fast sounded asleep. I didn't watch sop operas today, that was more of one.

Morning dawned as soon, it was so silent. I gulped my tea hurriedly wanting to set out to the old mans house. The silence was too much. It was worrying. Where was everyone? Even coconut vendors could not be heard. I set out on my mission to be. I must re unite their royalty back. I thought. The small castle was not deserted today. People had crowded here. Everyone was around. He had passed away. My shoulders sagged, my eyes shrinked. I had never been heartbroken. The sight of his cold face made me so low. I could not explain to anyone, it was strange that he explained all this to me in the first place. I could never believe this happened. I was to leave on the following day. My sweet stay down here had to end with such a blue feeling. I don't think I will be back anytime soon. I will live to tell this world class tale.

I pray they re unite, in life after death. Where no one may be a reason for their separation. Their hearts were for each other, they still are, the heart always wants what it wants.

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.