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WE ARE ONLY CHASING OUR OWN DEMONS!

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I am walking on the corridors of this big institution, WORLD. Along my pathway I meet people. Beautiful people who are not just energetic but also enthusiastic about succes. I see a billboard in front of me and on it, ” LOOK PAST THE FLAWS, YOU WILL SEE BEAUTIFUL THINGS, THINGS LIKE LIFE ” are the words written in bold. With naivety I chose to enter deep in this words.
I look back at the people I met along my pathway. Those who walked past me and those I passed. The one who came towards me and the one who didn’t have a chance to reach to me. I don’t know their story but I do believe they are in pursuit of their dreams. They don’t stop, they keep going till giving up would probably be their last option. I could only imagine the dissapointments some could probably have undergone…

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A LETTER TO MY MUM.

THE VIBE

How do i even begin writing this letter mum? How do i even imagine i can find the right words and phrase to describe my love for you mum? Surely what i feel for you is overwhelming me,it is pushing me to write a letter to you mum,to say something,to say anything,to say everything that is in my heart.Mum you are the greatest treasure in my life,the reason why i push on with this life no matter how ugly things turn turnout to be.

Mum,you have always been supportive to me,that is why i have always clung to you in time of despair and in happiness to you have also been my companion,given me affection,offered me compassion and most importantly guided me in the right direction,you are my guide mum.Tell me what else could i ever ask  from you mum,you are he best mum in the whole wide world.

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I HATE YOU.

I hate you my lovely angel

I discern you

The apple of my eye

I hate you like our local pastor

Hates the devil

How could you?

How could you be so cruel?

How could you betray me?

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We broke up

Two months down the line

You are calling another one,my love

Why?

How?

Were you that keen to let me go?

Or how did you my love?

Forget a lifetime in two months

I hate you for that

I hate you my love

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I hate you for being a cheat

I hate you for being a lie

You were never true to me

Never true to yourself

Never true to anyone

Why did I ever meet you?

Why did I fall for your trap?

A deadly trap iced with false love

Cupped with false promises

Why did fate just choose me

Love,of all people in the universe

why me?

My lovely little lover

I hate you for never knowing you

A lifetime we were together

But,gods know I hardly knew you

I wish you could be kind sweetheart

and open the world

Behind your reflective eyes

For just a brief glimpse of it

sweetheart I hate you for being a stranger

A stranger I have known for years

I hate you for ever-loving you

I hate you for teaching me

How to love you

without ever teaching me how to hate you

I hate you for ever being in my life

Haunting me

In my dreams

When am awake

In everything I do

I hate you my love

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A LETTER TO MY MUM.

How do i even begin writing this letter mum? How do i even imagine i can find the right words and phrase to describe my love for you mum? Surely what i feel for you is overwhelming me,it is pushing me to write a letter to you mum,to say something,to say anything,to say everything that is in my heart.Mum you are the greatest treasure in my life,the reason why i push on with this life no matter how ugly things turn turnout to be.

Mum,you have always been supportive to me,that is why i have always clung to you in time of despair and in happiness to you have also been my companion,given me affection,offered me compassion and most importantly guided me in the right direction,you are my guide mum.Tell me what else could i ever ask  from you mum,you are he best mum in the whole wide world.

I was remembering a moment last night mum,wish you were here with me we could have laughed  it out loudly like we always do mum,we could have laughed so had till tears starts to roll down our chicks mum.I miss you mum,i will come home soon.Do you remember that day mum? i was about eight years old ,growing up in the ghettos of Gatundu town.That day i was as hungry as a young wolf,i literally begged you to give me ten shillings so that i could go and eat chips mwitu mum but you had none ,you watched me in despair as the pangs of hunger punished the hell out of me.You were as broke as hell and you sent me away cursing the Gods of fate for being so unfair.

I  can remember very well mum,i can still see your bitter angry face , frustrated by the fact that your son was hungry and you had nothing to offer him,mum i can still that single tear you drooped from your right eye.One tear because the pain you had ,had frozen the tears in your eyes leaving a shiny hollow gaze that spelt only one word mum,helplessness.Only real mothers can relate to that gaze,its their secret ,their language, a gaze they give when they are aware with all their nerves that no matter how they love their kid they can help them.Mum i will always hold you dear to my heart.

Hungry ,upset,cursing,confused I went out to the streets mum,i had to find something to eat.Life in the ghettos had taught me to fight,to struggle and most importantly to survive.I was not lucky that day mum,there was no scrap metal ,no plastic bottles,no charcoal ,no anything to salvage from the streets and sell.Hungrier than before  i started walking home.Then a miracle happened,i don’t know how but i found myself staring on a fifty shillings note,i could not believed it.I grabbed the note and with a strange surge of energy ran home like a super rocket.

That day i didn’t understand the cause of my action mum,i did not understand the strong bond we shared,or else how could i run back to you with my money not even thinking about eating something  while you had “denied” me ten bob mum? How could i? After evaluating the whole story then i had come to a conclusion that am the dumbest kid to have ever lived in this cursed earth of ours, but i was wrong mum, i was absolutely wrong,dead wrong .

Funny enough you took forty shillings and give me the ten shillings i had earlier requested from you mum,you were so unfair, i was the one who had “earned”the money.Mothers i wish i could understand you,how comes we see things differently and hate you so much during our formative years only to realize later how much  you mean to our poor lives.Mothers we will always run  to you ,in time of happiness and in time of despair too.I salute all mothers in the world, may God always watch over your pure souls.

Years have passed now,i am now twenty-one years old.I know and understand i am your pride mum,i know i keep you going mum,i understand we are each others pillar.Without you i have no reason to exist and without me are no more.We have a strong bond mum and i love it,you are the only woman in this world to have shown me true love in my twenty years of existence,the only woman i can run to,tell her my problems,share my secrets,fears ,ambitions and dreams without fear of betrayal someday.

Mum,how can i express my love to you,i wish i had a voice that could be heard in the whole universe,i could bring everything to a stand still with a beautiful song dedicated to you,a song that the most beautiful birds of all the worlds would join me in the chorus mum,a song that  echo in the whole universe,warming its coldest place and cooling the hottest spot of the sun.How i wish i had the power to summon the stars and the moons of the whole universe to help me in singing you a song.A song for you mum,i wish i could.

Mum,wherever you are,whatever you are doing

WE LOVE YOU
ME AND MY HAPPY FAMILY

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I want you to know that i love you.i miss you.I will always adore you.Mamma,i am proud of you.I can write a million words,compose billion phrases ,share a zillion memories,but none ,none can say what i feel about you.For now mum allow me to say,I LOVE YOU.

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THE VIBE.

 

“There is no agony like bearing an untold story onside you.”- immortal words of the wise men of Africa.

Since i was a kid i have always known i am a great storyteller.I have always known that i am a great person and my life story can influence and change someone but i have never gathered the courage to tell it to the world.I have been living in fear wondering if people will listen to my story,wondering if my stories can change or influencing anyone.today i have decided to take the challenge ,i have decided to make an impact simply because i believe im myself ,i believe in the power of words and i believe in the power of a great story.

There are times that i felt like standing on top of the highest point in the world and shout my story to the entire universe.Stop everyone from doing what they are doing and listen to me as i  pour my heart out,as i invite them to my world of imagination and let them see the realities of life,as i inspire them,as i change them because i have always known i am the vibe,i am a revolution,i am mwaura francis njoga.My question to you,who are you? Do you really know yourself? Do you understand the reason you are alive ,The reason you were born? Do you know the reason why you are where you are today?

If you are reading this,begging to think,think hard,begin to question things that s surrounds you.start questioning your actions,start to question the motives of every action you take and please  do not forget to observe.Over the year i have noted that its only through keen observations of every moment of your life that you can understand life itself,understand your life purpose ,people ,your environment and many other things.It is only through observation that you can get your life revelation.

At some point in my life i had given up the idea of holding your destiny in your own hands.I was a strong believer  of a pre determine destiny that you have no control of no matter how hard you try.I believed life is a drawn map that you follow to the end,see i was so rigid to changed that view till i started observing ,listening and asking questions ,till i started questioning my every action.I am not sure of the number out there holding the same belief but am dead certain it is a great number.I Will be very straight to the point,if you still hold on to that belief you are lost or probably haunted by the ugly ghost of your past.Believe in yourself,drop that shit ,move on,embrace the future with a new broad perspective and more importantly take charge of your destiny.

You are the vibe ,you are the change you need,you are that revolution you desire.

THE VIBE.

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