Barbie's little world

Once a trusted friend,

Handy like a right hand man,

Always there whenever needed,

Smiling and laughing,

As if happiness was his first name,and laughter his sir name,

His teeth were like the fresh milk of Rubindi,

His eyes shiny like the night stars,

His complexion very attractive, with a flawless skin like that of a new born,

His ears flaring in the air,one would think he’s cousins with the elephant.

Then a time came when all that changed.

The smile vanished into thin air

The laughter faded within a flash with the sound disappearing in the wind

The once shiny and happy friend

Turned gloomy,I could only compare him to darkness.

Solitude was his first name,sorrow and pain became his family

His white teeth became a rare gem,invincible like your imagination

The once bright eyes were filled with rage,pain,sorrow and anger.

It was hard to fathom what was going on his mind

The flawless skin became a crocodile’s skin

His figure was lean,tall and hopeless

The only thing that remained standing out were his elephant ears.

His world stopped

The pace slowed

The laughter faded

The breath silent

The heartbeat weakened

The sowing collapsed

Just like that his eyes closed

Free from the evil of this world

Free from the treacherous humans

Just like that the heartbeat stopped

No more pulse rate,no more movement

Just like that he was like a log of wood

He laid there lifeless,motionless

One could think he is sleeping

But that was not the case,he was gone.

Gone forever

Never to be seen nor see

Never to be felt nor feel

Never to be heard nor hear

Never to smile,never to laugh,never to be happy nor angry

Never to flare his elephant ears

Never to breath again

Just like that he was six feet under

Just like that he was an angel around the throne since that day. #intropoetry

A younger version of me wanted to be almost everything. An engineer,a lawyer, an FA,a secretary,an activist,a mother and all other fancy professions that a child could imagine. Well except being a teacher. Not that I hate teachers but teaching wasn’t for me…I have anger issues to date but…(sigh)…I’m almost managing it.

I used to imagine myself as an FA,handling passengers with confidence and sophistication. Wearing make-up all day looking beautiful with red lipstick on and smiling as often just to let the world know that I was blessed with a great dental formula so white and neatly arranged like the matchsticks in their matchbox.

I envisioned myself as a lawyer arguing my case out in the courts and not accepting defeat. Well as a child you only imagine yourself as a champion. Nothing less. As a secretary, I thought I would make one of the best secretaries working in big offices,putting on stiletto and miniskirts,driving my own car and calling the shots too. I saw myself rising to the most sought after secretary and even having a consultancy firm on the same. sounds funny right? But that was me as a child. I passed the test then,in my mind.

I thought life to be all rosy and everything was at your disposal. I thought the key to all that was complete happiness and just going to school. The part you’re told to be smart while working hard didn’t make sense then.

Now…twenty plus years down the line. I look back and tell myself I was indeed a child. Do I want to be all that,the answer is a simple no. I want to pursue law or be an FA aside my current profession. The only difference is whichever comes first among the two.

Being all grownup has made me to see myself in two worlds a part. The younger version of me that had an eye for good things in life yet so silly. Thinking that I could get all that on a silver plate, yet it was all in black and white. The older version of me that has been through the most difficult and rough moments made me realize that grass on the other side is not always green as it appears.

My younger self always thought just by saying I want to be something,it will happen automatically. I never understood the hard work that goes into it. The sacrifices made to achieve what I want. The stumbling blocks I have to pass through so as to realize my dreams. The kind of people I will associate with to help reach my dreams and so on. I never for one moment realized just how worlds a part I am with myself. The things that used to amuse me no longer make me happy. The professions I yearned for,most of them don’t matter. The things I enjoyed as a child seem useless right now and all that matters right now is making a living for my family and myself.

Over twenty years,I now realize how important it is to start early in life. I realize what it means to work hard and be smart in all that I do. Being worlds a part is not an easy thing to deal with. It is important to reconnect with your younger self and see whether your dreams have been achieved or if they are still achievable. This can only happen if you realize early that the decisions you make whether at a tender age or as an adult will always impact your life and it can only be positive if you can relate to your dreams as a child.

It’s never late to make an about turn when you realize where you erred. Linking a new you and the old you can still happen. It is also okay to be worlds a part with yourself because it is through that that you will find the stronger and a much more resilient new you

One day you will understand why you came to this world. You will understand the struggles we went through together. You will understand the pain,the suffering and heartaches we endured just to make it this far.

One day you will understand that you were not a mistake but blessings. You will understand the joy and happiness you brought to the people around you. You will understand the valleys and mountains we passed through just to be where you are. You will understand the lessons of life and put them into practice.

One day you will understand that hard work pays however long it takes. You will understand that patience is a virtue. You will understand with patience comes a long good tidings.

One day you will understand there are times you have to make sacrifices. That the outcome of the sacrifices will be consequential. That the most important thing at that time is courage,patience and focus.

One day you will understand that the choices you make in life will have a long term impact on you and follow you to adulthood. You will understand when and what to prioritize. You will understand the importance of having a plan before embarking on anything. You will understand the true meaning of a family in your plans. You will understand and appreciate the virtues instilled in you at a tender age.

One day you will understand the role of a mother and a father in your lives. You will understand the gap left when one is not present in your lives. You will understand the purity of life is intertwined in the family.

Dear sons…I hope that one day you will look back and smile at life. You will look back and tell yourselves all that you went through was worth it. The bad and good times,the hearty laughter we shared on Sundays after mass. The little walks we had. The photos we took together as a family. One day you will look back and be true to yourselves and be the sons of the soil you are meant to be.

Dear sons One Day.

One day you will understand why you came to this world. You will understand the struggles we went through together. You will understand the pain,the suffering and heartaches we endured just to make it this far.

One day you will understand that you were not a mistake but blessings. You will understand the joy and happiness you brought to the people around you. You will understand the valleys and mountains we passed through just to be where you are. You will understand the lessons of life and put them into practice.

One day you will understand that hard work pays however long it takes. You will understand that patience is a virtue. You will understand with patience comes a long good tidings.

One day you will understand there are times you have to make sacrifices. That the outcome of the sacrifices will be consequential. That the most important thing at that time is courage,patience and focus.

One day you will understand that the choices you make in life will have a long term impact on you and follow you to adulthood. You will understand when and what to prioritize. You will understand the importance of having a plan before embarking on anything. You will understand the true meaning of a family in your plans. You will understand and appreciate the virtues instilled in you at a tender age.

One day you will understand the role of a mother and a father in your lives. You will understand the gap left when one is not present in your lives. You will understand the purity of life is intertwined in the family.

Dear sons…I hope that one day you will look back and smile at life. You will look back and tell yourselves all that you went through was worth it. The bad and good times,the hearty laughter we shared on Sundays after mass. The little walks we had. The photos we took together as a family. One day you will look back and be true to yourselves and be the sons of the soil you are meant to be.

Dear sons One Day.

I once asked a friend of mine if she would want to be a man or a woman in the next life…as expected…she still wanted to be a woman. Just like me,most women would want to maintain their gender but improve their status in the next life.

A man’s world is quite different from a woman’s. Unlike a woman’s sophisticated world,a man’s world is quite simple but most of all very obvious. It’s hard being a man,even much harder for a family man. Many are times that I ask myself how do these men manage,with the family around,the wife,the kids and side chicks for the must haves.

A man will pay rent,pay fees,do house shopping, clothe the wife and entertain friends at the bar. All these with a monthly salary. It’s a little easier for the men with a monthly salary and a business too. Some men go an extra mile to even feed and clothe the in-laws. But most often than not,their efforts go unnoticed. Don’t forget that he houses the wife’s sisters and brothers too. Unfortunately, some women don’t appreciate all these. They still ask for more. Blames the husband for not giving her money on time if she wants it,the woman doubles her salon money,sends away her in-laws, dictates the kind of help that should be given to her in-laws and even decides when to visit her in-laws yet she visits her home almost every weekend with bags full of goodies.

Let men be men,in their strength, in their weakness,in their high and low moments,in their families,work place,at the bar,at the church. Let men be men in the social places and in their circle of friends. Appreciate them and encourage them,give them hope and make them feel their strength in their moment of weakness. Let men do their thing as men and above all,let men have their personal space.

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton