Jamhuri Day: A Few Words About Kenya

If you’ve never heard of Kenya, then you already have, by reading my topic today!!! Better yet, please book a plane ticket and pay a visit to the country, I am sure you will not need a Visa and it’s also really cheap to come and to tour the country for some days. Let me tell you a little story…

The Kenyan Flag.

Long before people could record history, 44 tribes migrated and settled in different parts of a section in the East of Africa. The land was cool, green and unpolluted. They worshipped the gods in the mountains and rivers. I, particularly, come from a tribe in the Central part, where Mt. Kenya, the tallest mountain in the country is located. History lied to you that David Livingstone (I don’t remember whether it’s him) discovered the mountain. It’s all a lie. It was there long before even my tribe moved here. My people knew it was a mountain and they worshipped facing it. Also, Mzee Jomo Kenyatta, the first president of the country, and the Mau Mau fighters hid in the forest around it when they fought for our independence.

A lion and a lioness: The Pride of Kenya

That’s where we are; Independence. The free Kenyan soil (It was free before the British came), is now 54 years old. That’s a number of times my current age but never mind. I’m talking a story about Kenya. Over the 54 years, we have enjoyed speaking English and building beautiful roads, railway lines, cities and wearing nice clothes. We also listen to Rihanna and Tasha Cobbs too. Also, our sons and daughters, like Barrack Obama and Lupita, are still making a mark beyond home. All I’m saying is that colonialism played a positive role in what Kenya is today and as we celebrate independence, again, I would like to remind you again, that you need to book a ticket and come. I will guide you around free of charge.
Did you know that Kenya hosts the Wildebeest Migration, which is considered a wonder of the world, every year. I would have loved to tell you a long story about my country. But I’d prefer if you told me first, what you’d like to know. Have a lovely day ahead.. And Happy Jamhuri Day, KENYA.

Wildebeests Migration:Crossing the Mara River

I Finally Went to Java to Embarrass Myself.


I hope you are smiling when reading this post but if you are not, I hope that you will be by the time you finish reading this experience of mine. First, Cheers! I am now worth a thousand followers lol. Thank you for trusting me, for believing in the worth of the petty words I write. I assure you that there is a part of my heart decorated in lilac just for you. Second, today I brought you some gossip; not really gossip, just telling you how one of my days went recently.

So, each one of us know that Java is a brand famous for it’s different types of coffee and snacks, mostly coffee and if we are all honest, we have held a meeting or a date there once or twice. For those who have not been there, I know you would want to pay a visit and at least take coffee. If you are not in any of the two categories, you probably hate either coffee or adventure. I had been planning to take myself to Java for a treat one day and just enjoy a mug, all by myself, of whatever caught my eye on the menu. What I did not know is that I would find myself there in a rather helpless situation. We all know first times suck, especially when you are in the company of people who have been in the situation a hundred times and you are the only one who has to observe first before you can do anything.

I wanted some documents signed by a very honorable person and he told me to meet him at a mall. Having in mind that a signature only takes some few seconds to put down, I knew that the meeting would only last a few minutes so I did not expect anything engaging… Like COFFEE!!! I got there really early and by the time he arrived, I had strolled around, toured every shop, looked at TV prices, sportswear, gym equipment… You would think I was out to furnish my house. Then came the call. He said, “I’m at Java, come out to the shades, I am waiting for you.”

My two minutes meeting ended as planned and I was looking for some words to use for goodbye. That’s when he said I had to stay and take something. I could literally feel my confidence running away and I sank. First, he was not alone (great people are always having company) and second, I hate having my first times in the presence of honorable people because I often embarrass myself. I could not think of anything more than coffee which he said he wouldn’t pay for, (I could as well go and make it in my house) and asked the waitress to bring me mocha instead. I hereby confess that I almost spilled it because I was shaking too much but the worst was yet to come. They asked for beef samosas!

There were forks and knives, serviettes… and there I was, waiting for them to do what they do when they order such things in a café. None of the crew used knives so I thought, Aha! Easy job for me. I was really wrong. The atmosphere was tense, I could barely hold my hands still and though we were having some really lovely conversation, my mind was so clouded I forgot there was a table and leaned back. I spilled almost half of the minced meat in my snack and I was really embarrassed. Some things cannot be undone, like cleaning the Java floor because you did not have in mind that there is a table! I felt like that moment was frozen. I could feel really sharp eyes looking at me. My host pretended he did not notice anything but who can’t see the floor when they are typing something on phone? Anyway, the next two hours went on for a million years and I’m definitely going to Java again, alone, to have the first time moment I had been planning for.

My Poem Was Rejected

Hello dear ones,

So, in my long escape from posting on this site, I submitted a poem to the Split Magazine. Since it was rejected two hours ago, let’s critic, shall we?

The Song of a Neglected Mother.

           Mariana Dynasty

Some people live to die…

Enjoying lives without a single care.

They say it’s only once and forever you go,

Never to be traced, not to be remembered.

Some have made it into the memories of men.

They have engraved their names into depths of history.

Yet those are but a few.

Meet me,

A being who never gets a live once option.

I have scaled the heights of life,

I have journeyed to its depths.

My children are unborn yet they call me by name.

I have killed giants who waylaid my paths.

In a way, I deserve to be in the books and fairytales,

Yet that part of my story was erased.

My case is different, I die to live.

In my lifetimes, I was a goddess,

Kissing every rot with a breath of precious life.

And with each life I gave, I lost some of mine.

Now I am ages old and no one wants me.

They all boom with life and despise the years on me.

I want to die again, but this time…

I wish to travel into eternity.

Where love never ends and my value is constant.

I know they will miss me,

Because, I am the life in them.

My Unexplained Love.

I would write a for whole day about you. I would clear all the ink in the world just to put YOU on paper. I know so little about you, yet I feel like you are the closest to me. Maybe it’s because I have put you there, or maybe you forced your way around.
I think about you at every moment of my happiness and in those moments, it feels like your memories open my heart wide apart. It’s like my heart becomes the wings that flap gently to spread the love. I feel like my soul soars in the air just at the thought of your smile.

I would write a letter daily to you, to keep you updated on how far my soul has soared for you. I would mail you a lovely, colorful note explaining how I feel you closer and nearer despite you being so far. I have designed writing pads and learned words just for you. Yet I can’t tell you how much it means to me. I cannot explain my love just enough.
I will craft you into a beautiful fairy tail. I will tell it to the little angels over cups of ice cream. I will make you a beautiful castle, with beautiful flowers and butterflies. It’s my love that I want to explain. It’s my heart that so dearly want to confess. Yet I just can’t get it out in the way I want.

There is A Free Job For Everyone at Surveytime!

Let’s talk money today. As you all know, I have been blogging here on my free plan for three years now. 2020 was a little wake up year for me because I started feeling the need to make money from this site. However, I am not very conversant with online business but I am taking my time to learn and I’m proud of myself so far.

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I love the way

Guys, you really need to read this. I’ve stolen it and dedicated to you all

Earl's scrivenings

I love the way
Your red-hot lips dance
When you lie to me you love me – forever and a day!

I love the way
Your brown eyes glint
When I lie to you I’ve got a gift – chocolate and chardonnay!

I love the way
Our hands move pawns
When we meet to play – I’ve won today!

Three posts today – I taste accomplishments!(Don’t burst my bubble, it’s been a long minute since I’ve posted here – I’ve been a closet poet the whole while, and happened to fall in love with -)
Does your love feel like chess?
Comment your experience down below and hopefully, you’re not alone!

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Successful Hypocrite😏

Some people think they have gone through life
They narrate to others how unfair it has been,
The rough roads and the bumps
The tell of the injustices done on them,
By people who at the moment are struggling
They love to say, “they did this to us… We were not moved, we stayed humble”
They tell their success journeys when the end is not, yet.
The volume of their tales inspire hatred and competition rather than ambition
Their selfless judgements for the selfishness of others.
Hail most just and exalted!! We celebrate you hero.
As for us, we have never lived. We look up to you.

See how in your achievements, you have joined them that passed you through life
You became a villain in your own story.
You are passing on the traits to your precious kids
See your life! A reflection of all you use as lessons.
What difference is there in you? Now that you are in the same position they occupied?
Look into your soul,
Fish out your atrocities which may include your success story in its wholeness.

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