My glossy mahogany-eyes are soaked with tears, sniffling ceaselessly as I navigate the flight of spiral stairways up the top floor. I exposed my vulnerability to them and now my walls have collapsed,
To Mi alma, the girl of the Eden-mouth and the queen of the galaxy. Greetings from Hereland. To the beautiful you, not like the girls of magazine but the raw,
PEACE AND SECURITY:FROM THE SPRING TO THE MOUTH..
Many people consider Africa as the poorest continent, never mind the riches and wealth that seats beneath us.
Growing up in a country with over 43 tribes, speaking 68 unique languages, diversity is, with no doubt, a daily buffet in this side of the planet called Kenya.
“For the present is the point at which time touches eternity”, Writes C.S. Lewis. We are always in constant battle between what we know and what we feel;
“This world is not my home”, a song that I have always enjoyed, reminding me that we are just pilgrims on a journey waiting for our permanent migration to our eternal home in heaven.