Later

The story was about a family seeking justice. It wasn't primed on the front page but had an entire page to it with pictures,statistics and expert advice. It deserved a feature or prime time exclusive coverage during news bulletin. After going through it and gaping at the facts being revealed I checked the date of the magazine and chuckled. It was from three years back. Perhaps the family gave up the pursuit or maybe they eventually found it.  I am an avid reader that is broke but has enough attention to pay to most if not all written works. I get glued to small work even orbirtuaries. I am thirsty for information. But I choose to think of it perspective of forgiveness. Regardless of the date I still read. In relevance and lacking I still read. In detail or not,I still read. In clarity or blur,I still read.  I have always struggled with forgiveness. Find a place in your heart.,I lack that place no lie. I take things to heart which sources hurt and pain. Magazines and newspapers teac

I would love to insist that this is a rant,I didn't have much space to have it as an entry in my diary so bear with how personal the angle can get. Basketball. Game of wit,style,glam name it. Away from the appraisal,mans and I head to the court for a scrimmage because ballers ball. The closest court which is not so close happens to be having a game between outsiders and those of that home court. Mans and I are outsiders so we roll. Little hitch before we left but we all good. So we get there and the game is on the first quarter,fifth minute meaning I'll get to play.  The score is pretty much on a seesaw scale,outsiders are streaming in pretty fast too,my little soft heart begins to despair. The first quarter down,substitutions made ahead of the second quarter,my heart will go on,hopeful much. Then I get my chance,one two runs a time out for our side. 'Madam,naambiwa hii si training ni game kwa hio utatoka kidogo,ata Mimi nimeifeel...permit me to translate. Never mind,what o