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Middays are nostalgic

I love middays. Just when the clock strikes noon sharp. Sauchiel meant every mother was in the kitchen preparing something for us, kids.

You’d hear a mother asking a pupil;

‘Omondi, iduogo chon nadi, en sauchiel koso oriembi?’

And Omondi would answer with a starved voice, chocking on his anger because he knows his mother depends on this woman for time. Omondi’s parents didn’t have a radio. It meant his mother wasn’t even back from the shamba.

Midday splits your day in half.

When I was a serious man with a serious job, it was the time to take stock of the day; what I had accomplished, and what more to do before the day ended.

Today, midday finds me too stoned to take stock of anything, but when I miraculously do, it will be about the pleasures of wasting oneself. It’s a mixed thing you know; on one side you want to take stock of the pleasures you’ve got and how you can’t sacrifice them for anything, but on the other, is a biting conscience that you had so much potential but smoked it all away! Still, midday is midday.

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Black Queen

There she was
The black sheep of the class
She neither belonged
Nor felt at home
She was alone in a crowd
She was lonely too

Nobody dared speak to her
So she nibbled her nails
To remind herself of her existence
Or to converse with herself
After all she’s three in one
She too knows the power of trinity

A language she spoke
But none of them understood
Or paid the least attention
Mute and dumb they assumed she was
How language can be so limited to words

And then they beat her
She cried painfully
As tears streaked her visage
The others kept mocking her
And I rose
Sauntered towards her
She came running into my arms
And she sobbed and sobbed
Silence prevailed
And she fell asleep
In a stranger’s arms

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Respect Your Wife- It’s a Command

A lot of men think they are doing women a favour by asking for her hand in marriage, but lets think about this :

she changes her name,

changes her home,

leaves her family,

moves in with you,

builds a home with you,

gets pregnant for you,

pregnancy changes her body,

She bears the shame of walking with the evidence that she had sexrespect your wife

she gets fat,

almost gives up in the labour room due to the unbearable pains of child birth,

even the kids she delivers bear your name.

Till the day she dies…

everything she does, (cooking, cleaning your house, taking care of your parents,

bringing up your children, earning, advising you, ensuring you can be relaxed, maintaining all family relations, everything that benefit you…..sometimes at the cost of her own health , hobbies and beauty.

so who is really doing whom a favour?

Dear men appreciate the women in your lives always, coz it is not easy to be a woman.

*Being a woman is priceless *;;