Often when we are in a position, we fail to see how far we have come. It is often the case that when a man is climbing a mountain and looks down, he does not appreciate the heights he has attained but is afraid of what would happen if he falls.
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I have learnt to take a few things; to embrace the tears of others, whether in joy or sadness. It has been a year like that. 2017 was. I have grown tougher, and yet, softened too. I am not the man I was at the start of that year, or the man the year left. … Continue reading A RACE WITH SELF: A NEW YEAR NOTE
When love beckons to you follow him, though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste … Continue reading WHEN LOVE BECKONS TO YOU – Kahlil Gibran
Poetry is hope; hope is life; something beautiful. If you would listen, it is a promise. If you would listen, quietly and get those codes that gently unveil themselves to us like dawn unfolds to day; like the caterpillar to a butterfly. It is the look of waters – on a cloudy night; wait a … Continue reading The Definition of Hope
And when my Joy was born, I held it in my arms and stood on the house-top shouting, “Come ye, my neighbours, come and see, for Joy this day is born unto me. Come and behold this gladsome thing that laugheth in the sun.” But none of my neighbours came to look upon my Joy, … Continue reading And when my sorrow was born by Kahlil Gibran
Maybe we should learn to hate. Not to love everything, like our heart would have us do. Not to compromise on things that are more of lies, for the sake of – peace. When they piss on the centre of our souls, quenching the one thing that keeps us going –sanity. Maybe we should learn … Continue reading MAYBE WE SHOULD LEARN TO HATE
(put your trust in Aondo and nothing would ever surpass you… …for Su’eddie Vershima Agema on the 20th…) So the day breaks into a new year, Usually it’s a cock, but today, lots of texts. Greetings from loved ones to you Happy birthday, t’is the refrain they chant. Unruly greys will begin to show, … Continue reading Sughur-shater-aondo-kwa-hemba-uga (a poem by Sibbyl Whyte)
You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life? The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light. If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of … Continue reading On Death – Kahlil Gibran (One of the finest poems on death ever)
Different dawns come upon us and the sun we see today, though the same that appears tomorrow is different in many ways – maybe in intensity, or just in the manner it sends its rays upon us. It is the same thing with affections, emotions and a whole lot more. Today, well, yesterday was a … Continue reading LONELY WALKS
The piece is centred on certain views to gender change but more importantly, motherhood. In beginning, your permission is sought for just a little detour before the main gist… So, what does one say about them – women that is. They are indeed the essence of everything that the world is. It has been said … Continue reading GENDER CHANGES AND MOTHERHOOD by Su’eddie Agema