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If you should take my child Lord Give my hands strength to dig his grave Cover him with earth God send a  little rain For grass will grow If my house should burn down So that ashes sting my nostrils Making my eyes weak Then Lord send a little rain For grass will grow But Lord do not send me madness I ask for tears Do not send me moon hard madness  To lodge snug in my skull I would you send me hordes of horses Galloping, Crushing But do not break the yoke of the moon on me                     Jonathan Kariagu Lord,I hope this day is good..🎶look up that song. I woke up feeling pumped up with the energy that emits motivation. Then I thought,why not share it here. So here we go. This poem does it all the time when no good is coming my way. The main aim of this writ is expression. I don't intend to forcefully make it your favourite but I sincerely hope it gives you a sigh moment.  I live in the countryside where grass is a carpet,natural and normal. We see grass,different types all rou

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Hello. Thank you for making time for this read. I wish I could teach you one two how tos..in the absence of that hope you'll have fun. I am an astrology enthusiast who seizes the slightest opportunity to dispel the information I know to those who care to listen. This is one of such times. I have read on a friend's story something about how she gets all humble and nice when she's around her folks. In her element,which is her true self there's nothing nice about her. Apart from well,I can't remember or probably there isn't any. Then I thought keenly about how this applys to most if not all of us. Not that we don't want to be true to or around our folks but rather a sense of protecting their feels overwhelms us to the point of adjusting our facades appropriately. It goes from hiding our addictions to how we dress and others the cursive statements.  In astrology,there are four elements that bind the astrological signs;Earth,water,fire and air. Air is hot and wet

Hello. Thank you  for dropping by. I have been thinking a lot lately about love,not for the beauty it brings,or the glory associated to it but the other side. The side which isn't bubbly. Don't be tempted to think this post is about hate. I love donuts,I love biscuits,I love basketball. All the above are not on a level ground though. I  can play basketball anytime any day as long as I have a ball. Biscuits are my favourite all time snack. Donuts have great looks and taste to match. I would choose biscuits over  them, not to mean I have stopped loving them.  A few years ago,in my highschool days I had this friend that I loved dearly but I didn't know . I longed to see her,I stared at her and protected her a lot. She wasn't as outgoing as I was. But was like me in many ways,from our very wide smile, to the love for literature and poetry. She loved donuts more than I did.  My school was close to a natural forest. During prep time and most part of the day we had this biting

Hello,welcome to my blog. I decided to try this path of incorporating people's work and talking about it. The work I have chosen is poetry for today;songs of Lawino. Undeniably my best poem and the poet,Okot p'Bitek too is a darling. I would like to categorically state that maybe my interpretation isn't similar to yours but hey,poem enthusiasts and readers should  have open minds..so here we go: My husband has read much He has read extensively and deeply He has read among white men  And is clever like white men And reading has killed my man In the ways of his people He has become a stamp.. Its along poem and I really wish I could give you the whole of it here. You can get it on Poems of East Africa. This poem has been used largely in literature classes in Kenya. To be able to fully understand the concern of the persona,you'll need to understand the setting of the poem. Okot is from Uganda among the Acholi. Prior to the colonial rule,Africans learnt informal education. I

Hello,welcome to my blog. I really want to say I hope you learn..blah blah like I see other bloggers do. But well I am no expert in matters health so every other concept you'll come across here is almost entirely my opinion influenced by experience. In case you're wondering why I could not keep it to my journal or share it simply with my girl gang,I should remind you that information is power. Here,have a sip.. I grew up knowing that healthy living encompasses matters diets,just that. Mama reiterated this by randomly throwing in.,don't eat that it's not healthy. She hardly ever bought us snacks and when she did,it was in the smallest of quantities. She has never made fries at home,taking raw salt is close to treason here and the way she sugars our tea is insane. This was the basis of healthy living being all about the food we eat.  I read widely irrespective of genre and author. It is from these books and random articles that I picked up the diversity of healthy living.