DeepWaters

  What do you have with him? Why is he calling you? Who is he?   She's couldn't answer the questions anymore. She decides to stay away from her male friends. It was the only way to have peace. He made her believe she was for him only. He dreamt a lot. In those dreams he shared with her, it was mostly about their wedding.  He claims God speaks to him through his dreams and he believed they were meant to be. She decides to tag along. "If it's meant to be, then we have to make it work. We will learn to manage ourselves." He was broke. A student with little to no support from home. She didn't mind. She was willing to share. She shared with him from her little allowance. Not long, the "thank you" became "I hate you" in actions not called for. Occasionally he would remind her of his Dad's lectures; "Do not take money from a woman, she will disrespect you in return." Nevertheless, she bore it all.  They lived in different states. The

" She's here! What should I do with her? How am I going to do this? Where should I start from? Oh God, I can't. I just can't. She's cute but she's stuck with me now. I don't think I can do this."  Jay wouldn't stop lamenting. Her daughter has just been born. It was her first child. It wasn't an easy ordeal for her, but she didn't want to think about it. She's was protecting her mental health.  Her fears almost consumed her. Not until her baby was brought to be fed had she felt any connection. The moment her baby latched to her breast, it was a different experience entirely. One she will never forget. It felt like a message. One that said, "Hey mummy, I couldn't wait to do this with you. I am yours fully. I depend strongly on you. You are my mother and I know that. I wouldn't give up on you. I wouldn't let you go. I am here for you and I love you." Words could not express how she felt. She saw her baby's helples

 It was in the year, 2004. She was in Junior class 3. A quiet and simple girl. The school authorities admired her. He was one of her school teachers.  A short man, who loves to use a short cane.  He was called Uncle E.  He had been her teacher since class 1. But something happened. While teaching in class, he wouldn't stop staring at her. It was too much that she got embarrassed. He would walk to her seat, put his hands on her shoulder, locate her bra handle, drag it up, and let it go. It got to a point, her friends had to switch seats with her, so short Uncle E's hands wouldn't get to her. One day, he said; " You are my loving girl". And other words that got her confused. She went home, told her mum all that has happened. Her mum got angry.  She reported to an authority in the school. One of the vice principals. He, the vice principal, decided to talk with the teacher first. But Uncle E told the principal to bring the case to the class to confirm all that had hap

For arteries and not ashes. For lives and not knives. 'Say no more'; said the rebel.

What says Tambala? The sun is about to take seat in the sky Kugwira tambala pakamwa, For those who are early risers. They hold the mouth of Tambala. For riches and wealth. For long life and health. They wait not for Tambala They plan not with Tambala. They rise as serotonin drops. They wish not and wail not Their preparation is in top notch. All accorded to hardwork.

Its like a total different sphere, around the Northern lights. The calmness of spirit, no scary moments of fury. It's like being in the wild, feasting with Lions, playing chess with cheetahs, strolling with tigers. It gives no false alarm, no room for fright at night. Trust like mount Everest, Trust like a river that never dries.