This is the best she can do, given the circumstance. Her heart pains at the thought of you. You who has promised her life in another form, who has made her believe dreams because she cannot see you nor feel You but she fears You. Believes in you, trusts in you. She had known about… Continue reading praying for truth
It wasn’t me, I was with a book, exchanging ideas, alone. So no one knows and the book cannot speak for me. I was lost in thought, dreaming of flying away. How wonderful I’d feel, soaring over vast waters and icy hilltops. Imagining my feet swim through air. I thought, dreaming of flying, till this… Continue reading the writer’s allibi
Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.
– Maya Angelou
Music has been massaging out all the burdens as I listen in my bedroom. I have found meaning in loneliness and it has come to know me by name. I swear it would recognize my humming and tired voice, dragging me out of reality into my own dreams. My unknown movements which many call dancing.
Music has become a part of me so much it is me, singing to hymns and not really seeing what goes on around me, I become engulfed into its rhythm reminding me that I am alive. That even without proper knowledge of music notes, chords of a guitar, the keys of the piano, it unlocks memories. Hidden memories. Forgotten memories. Scary, unwanted memories, they surface mysteriously when I lay my head down on my pillow. And tears travel down my cheeks easily to the sound of music.
This festive season, my facebook has turned into an obituary. I have literally become scared of visiting it as often as I did. I have lost friends. Young people who had so much to live for. But life as we know it, has an end. And death has recently become a journey more travelled. I… Continue reading the sharp knife of a short life
Our Christmas celebration is different contrary to popular belief. Here are some of the peculiar points: There is no snow just the scorching sun and blazing heat. Today is cloudy hopefully there will be rain. We don’t keep a christmas tree. However they are sold in shops but its very rare to see one in… Continue reading christmas in Botswana