Thursday 17 July 2014
More Than Birth and Babies
A very sad and moving short life experience on what our sisters, mothers and wives go through on a daily basis.
Friday 11 July 2014
An open letter to a lady I pretended to have a crush on in campus.
Dear Miss Iymar,
Love, I know you will come along this letter in campus corridors. From the days I used to refer to you as a semi girl, the young charming, beautiful and benovelent girl, sharp upstairs and amassed with "wealthy future and promising past". I still dont want to allude that you had a provoking rare, but my illusion is on your imensed beauty.
From the tense lectures on common units, under the tense tutolage of Lecturer Ondieki to the most boring yet educative Computer Programming lectures by Odawa, the memory still rings fresh and young.
I was shy then, but I could not let you realize it, I was full of life and adventure, travelling everywhere and to nowhere in particular was my hobby, at least the heart was willing though the pocket wasn't.
Do you remember how I asked you about your phone number? My teenage compliments? At times you joked around, teasing with your warmth breath. I liked hanging around you, it was all bliss and drama. Your dimples, smile to the lovely winks. You were an envy to many. Do you remember those moves? Yes, the way you used to cat walk, cutting the edges , majestically moving like mahogany , with thick thighs . Your hena red sensuas lips were a killer to many, the protruded swaying hips not only ascertained to a marvelous Godly creation but a true reflection of an african beauty.you kept it simple an forcussed, academicaly oriented and morally upright, loved and hated on equal measure, but who could help my crush? Because I loved you and you too knew about it very well.
Years have rolled and set those of past, emotions have flowed and the rich flowers of life have growned. As we prepare to bid adieu the campus life, remember its nolonger a crush, the future is sealed. Someone might have blowned mallice behind you, forget it like yesterday, it was out of envy, keep it forcussed.
My pennal blotting comes to an end, just as I joined the world in developing my county, so I leave for my weekend vacation, remember always, leaves sprung during winter and whither during summer. As you open a new chapter into your life, know that we are out to build the future, as we lay the foundation with bricks, let's keep the forcus.
When the heart bleeds, a hollow is felt, from the incessant chipping of crickets to the whistling of the idle winds, the heart finds no peace in strangers. Do you remember our adventure by the river side?yes, the cool breeze pierced through the body, torn the heart to a heeling rhythm. It numb the emotions so strong as if we were by the river side awaiting the knife of life- circumcision, right we were by the river side but the initiator was conspicuously missing with the knife, to unite us as one.
It is unnecessary to reminisce everything, let the few speak for everything, for this is the sound of a pretended campus crush, three years down of love, deceit and torment.
When you come to the attention of this letter, just remember that I still cherish the moments, not that we aint communicating, not that we wont meet, but that the juxtaposition is true, that the contrary is justified. Despite your tight schedule, dont hesitate to reply
.
Yours affectionately,
Tsamparada.
*Iymar *a semi girl are not true identities of the above described personality.
Love, I know you will come along this letter in campus corridors. From the days I used to refer to you as a semi girl, the young charming, beautiful and benovelent girl, sharp upstairs and amassed with "wealthy future and promising past". I still dont want to allude that you had a provoking rare, but my illusion is on your imensed beauty.
From the tense lectures on common units, under the tense tutolage of Lecturer Ondieki to the most boring yet educative Computer Programming lectures by Odawa, the memory still rings fresh and young.
I was shy then, but I could not let you realize it, I was full of life and adventure, travelling everywhere and to nowhere in particular was my hobby, at least the heart was willing though the pocket wasn't.
Do you remember how I asked you about your phone number? My teenage compliments? At times you joked around, teasing with your warmth breath. I liked hanging around you, it was all bliss and drama. Your dimples, smile to the lovely winks. You were an envy to many. Do you remember those moves? Yes, the way you used to cat walk, cutting the edges , majestically moving like mahogany , with thick thighs . Your hena red sensuas lips were a killer to many, the protruded swaying hips not only ascertained to a marvelous Godly creation but a true reflection of an african beauty.you kept it simple an forcussed, academicaly oriented and morally upright, loved and hated on equal measure, but who could help my crush? Because I loved you and you too knew about it very well.
Years have rolled and set those of past, emotions have flowed and the rich flowers of life have growned. As we prepare to bid adieu the campus life, remember its nolonger a crush, the future is sealed. Someone might have blowned mallice behind you, forget it like yesterday, it was out of envy, keep it forcussed.
My pennal blotting comes to an end, just as I joined the world in developing my county, so I leave for my weekend vacation, remember always, leaves sprung during winter and whither during summer. As you open a new chapter into your life, know that we are out to build the future, as we lay the foundation with bricks, let's keep the forcus.
When the heart bleeds, a hollow is felt, from the incessant chipping of crickets to the whistling of the idle winds, the heart finds no peace in strangers. Do you remember our adventure by the river side?yes, the cool breeze pierced through the body, torn the heart to a heeling rhythm. It numb the emotions so strong as if we were by the river side awaiting the knife of life- circumcision, right we were by the river side but the initiator was conspicuously missing with the knife, to unite us as one.
It is unnecessary to reminisce everything, let the few speak for everything, for this is the sound of a pretended campus crush, three years down of love, deceit and torment.
When you come to the attention of this letter, just remember that I still cherish the moments, not that we aint communicating, not that we wont meet, but that the juxtaposition is true, that the contrary is justified. Despite your tight schedule, dont hesitate to reply
.
Yours affectionately,
Tsamparada.
*Iymar *a semi girl are not true identities of the above described personality.
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