Art.Of.My.Words

Whenever there are no colours, I appear, Mysterious, powerful to some, Authoritative and evil to most, I symbolize grief, fear and the unknown, I am a primordial void, An abyss with no end. I am as simple as I am complex, Often overlooked, Misunderstood by the common eye, Given a negative connotation; Blacklist, black eye, black humour. It needs to be known,  There are more vibrant shades of, Yellow, white, purple, Each more attractive than the last, But I am just as outstanding, Just as intruiging. I am the colour that hides,  The colour of the evil panther, The colour of blindness,  Loneliness and aloofness, I am the colour of coal, A substance worth as much as gold, I am the colour of the night, Vigilant and while.

There comes a time when you just meet this one person and like magic, you are intrigued. That one person who takes to you a whole different level of happiness. The one whom you can talk to about anything and everything. Pour your heart to and never have a doubt. The one who sees behind that happy mask you have on. The one person who knows you as you and not what you depict. The one who sees you fail but still encourages to keep going ahead. They know of your flaws and still accept you as you are; no discrimination. The one you can fall apart before them and they'd sew you back to whole. The one who moulds who you are; partly determines who you shall be. The one you want have deep conversations about life with. That one person you want to annoy forever. Who makes your heart beat just by the sight of them. Who makes you smile even when you are down low. Who calls you in the middle of the night just to ask you if you are awake. That one person you are comfortable wearing pjs before th...

I'm sitted  Crying my pain away While you are out there Smiling It's your day. You robbed me, Went ahead and, Touched what is not yours, You scarred me forever, Leaving me with wounds, That not even time can heal. When you finally get your wife, You are never going to remember me, You will not think of, How you snuck into my room, Not think of the touch, The touch that I loathed, How you defiled me, For days and days on end, You aren't going to remember, Little me, Writhing under you. I never understood What was happening? I mean, How was I supposed to know that, That is private? How was I to know It wasn't right? It wasn't supposed to happen? I was but a mere child, Innocent, Untainted, I was pure, Until you came along.

"Have you ever experienced that serenity and peaceful feeling? That out-of-this-world feeling? Where you feel as though you're on cloud nine? Have you ever felt at peace with yourself and with your surrounding? Felt as though nothing can break you? That you have finally gotten your "Happily ever after"? Felt that kind of serenity that is almost like paradise?" Well, when most people are asked all that, they promptly think of one being at peace after getting that dream job, after holding that top position in school, after marrying that dream man/woman. All that brings one peace of mind and a sense of calmness. But one that is temporary and as is known, all what's temporary ends and we, as human,do not,and I repeat, do not want anything temporary. So the main challenge lies in attaining serenity and peace of mind that will last us a whole lifetime and even once we are six feet under. Achieving that calmness, mind you, takes time and requires utmost patient a...

As I am waiting outside the scanning room, I look around. One woman is in red from head to toe, napping in her wheelchair. Another is in a faint blue 'dera', reading a large-print of Taifa Leo. Once again my name is shouted from down the corridor, only now, I am not tensed or nervous. I walk into the room and smile at Daudi, who asks me to settle on the bench. An IV is inserted in the crook of my arm and I am afterwards asked to drink two big cups of gross-tasting liquid contrast that somehow goes down my gullet and lights up my belly for the abdominal scan. It is not tasty. I always hoped that the labels on the cups would provide a clue as to exactly what this concoction is, but alas, that hope was not to be recognized. After the hour that I am given to drink this vile stuff, I am called to the scanning room. It is freezing in here. Daudi makes my day by giving me a warm blanket and tells me to lie on the narrow "bed" of the CT scan machine. Once covered, a femal...

As I walked through the doors, the familiar and powerful smell hit me like a truck.  I react to the smell of death, sickness, helplessness, anxiety, confusion, fear and uncertainty. I'm back at the hospital for a scan of my chest to see if that cancer beast is setting up shop again. As much as I hate being here, surrounded by the hospital smells, I was strangely comfortable here. The white ID bracelet circles my wrist like a long lost friend. I spot a few familiar faces. There is Mariamu, the grandmotherly volunteer, hustling and bustling through doors helping lost patients. Oh! I see Daudi. He is the one who helps me during my CT scans. I have come so far in this journey and these people seem like family. As I sit in line waiting, I let my mind wonder back to where it all started. The results were nearing and the air was heavy with anticipation. Everyone was on toes not knowing their fate. We waited for our names to be called with bated breath. Needless to say we were all bundle...

When you feel sad, I need you to recall this: Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds, are only relieved by letting out a little water. So don't hold in that pain, that sorrow. Let it go. Let it all out. Scream, shout, do anything as long as you unleash that beast that is eating you up from the inside. If anyone tells you to man up and wipe the tears away, cut them off. Don't heed them. It does not make you less of a man to cry. Crying makes you stronger. Be an emotional gangster. Cry your heart out. Wash away those nitty gritty feelings dwelling deep in your heart. Like the rain that purifies the skies and earth, tears purify your eyes and that act of crying, purifies your heart. But again, you need not to cry just because you're sad. Allow yourself some sensitivity. Cry because you saw that pretty, red rose. Cry for watching that romantic movie. Cry because of that hug or that kiss your mama gave you. Just cry. You know you need it.