WCW

So its Wednesday. I know, I know this is too mainstream but I must say congrats the noteworthy kind of way. To the most sincere, most friendly, honestly loving and close one I ever had. Its not been decades or centuries of our little friendship but the few years we've been together as great friends, it was and still is worth it.

She taught me alot, inspired me to heights. She's the type that would laugh loud and sing around for my success, one that would always instill great virtues and utmost openness. The one you would resort to from the start.

Her uniqueness is always noticeable. From the initial " I am me!" look to knowing her better. She is the same. Geeky glasses and heart warming smile. Tiny dimples that shape her well rounded face. She's blessed.

Distance never ruined our closeness. She's far at miles, but very close, closer precisely. I like the way she never loses touch. Like, come on, Canada is nothing without Kenyan great hearts on online social platforms.

Congrats to this, and more to come. Its my prayer you always be successful today and in the hereafter. I can't explain the philia we got more than this.

I love you. Best friend.

WCW

So its Wednesday. I know, I know this is too mainstream but I must say congrats the noteworthy kind of way. To the most sincere, most friendly, honestly loving and close one I ever had. Its not been decades or centuries of our little friendship but the few years we've been together as great friends, it was and still is worth it.

She taught me alot, inspired me to heights. She's the type that would laugh loud and sing around for my success, one that would always instill great virtues and utmost openness. The one you would resort to from the start.

Her uniqueness is always noticeable. From the initial " I am me!" look to knowing her better. She is the same. Geeky glasses and heart warming smile. Tiny dimples that shape her well rounded face. She's blessed.

Distance never ruined our closeness. She's far at miles, but very close, closer precisely. I like the way she never loses touch. Like, come on, Canada is nothing without Kenyan great hearts on online social platforms.

Congrats to this, and more to come. Its my prayer you always be successful today and in the hereafter. I can't explain the philia we got more than this.

I love you. Best friend.

Happiness is priceless.

Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile is the source of your joy. Happiness begins from as little as the inner self and transpires with such speed to outer and glowing person, full of energy, resilience to sadness and most loyal to being happy, nothing but euphoria. Happiness is love.

Don't rely on someone else for your happiness and self worth. Only you can be responsible for that. If you can't love and respect yourself, no one else will be able to make that happen. Accept who you are, completely. Make changes to yourself as you see fit, not because you think someone else wants you to be different. No one is as important as you. You are the emperor in yourself. Very little or rather nothing at all is needed to make a happy life; it is all within yourself, in your way of thinking.

For most of life, nothing wonderful happens, says Andy Rooney. If you don't enjoy getting up, working and finishing your work and sitting down to a meal with family or friends, then the chances are you're not going to be very happy. If someone bases their happiness in major events like a great job, huge amounts of money, a flawlessly happy relationship or a trip to Paris, that person isn't going to be happy much of the time. Happiness begins from the flowers in the yard, a good breakfast, a drink or a nap. It is more of finding what's in the ordinary to crown happiness.

We begin from the recognition that all beings cherish happiness and do not want suffering. It then becomes both morally and pragmatically unwise to pursue only one's own happiness oblivious to the feelings and aspirations of all others who surround us as members of the same human family. The wiser course is to think of others when pursuing our own happiness.

It never depends on material, money can always buy a bed, most luxurious of beds, most unique ones, to one's custom size and shape but it can never buy sleep. In the search of equally running to fill world's demanding temptations, we forget ourselves. The richest is the one contented with himself, happy in all he does and spreads it wide,we all look back on these worries in the world today, the old man, on his deathbed made a world class realisation, all troubles he had in his life, never happened. The moments he lost, in otherwise making himself or his family ecstatic, were chewed by worry over all that never happened. Very sad to think. That was a deathbed. Not life lived.

The moments of happiness we enjoy take us by surprise. It is not that we seize them, but that they seize us. Find joy in the ordinary, life will have the all, worth living!

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.