Tuesday, 20 May 2014

It was at that time that I came to reality with her unspoken fear
I was in a place of uncomprehendable oblivion
A place with an entry but without possible exit. 
It was a cold and windy night
When the moon was pale and blue
And the reality behind it was too much
The howling of the hounds scared me
It sent a cold chill down my spine
The cooing of the owls was deafening
The adrenalin that rushed through my body seemed triggered
I sat there all alone
Fighting against the nick of time
Fighting for a free and fruitful life

Is this how it feels inside?
To feel hollow as though the world has gone wild
Is it the constant reminder
Or the continuous reminiscing
No! maybe the constrained emotion of sadness
I lost the daintiest part of me
That which made me totally complete
And now I wonder if life is
What people say it is
Why did I allow myself to get lost?

Now I have to let go
To stop holding on to something
That was once so dear yet not mine anymore
I let a part of me go
And now I feel numb and void
The hollowness is consuming
The emptiness is draining
The brokenness is splitting
But I have no right to complain
Neither can I dare shed a tear
Because though I made that mistake
I seem to have found a new path
One whose journey is less destructive.



The other day a friend of mine requested me to blog about them. To be honest, it was one of the hardest things because what I knew about him and who he is are quite different. I say this because we are classmates. My opinion was formed by seeing him the days I did and the few things I heard about him. Writing about someone based on social impression and not actual knowledge can be misleading. Today I write because I finally got a feel of who Dan Gakombe is.

It was Monday afternoon, right after a paper when it finally dawned on me what to write. A sort of argument ensued of how the relationships of today are materialistic and pretentious. This was a rather passionate topic for Dan and I think maybe there is a story behind it to be told. Far from that, this is what I finally felt I should put down.

Dan is the type of kid who doesn't see the need to be in class everyday. Some say that routine is for primary and high school. Others, a minority, have the need to attend each and every class to indulge in new pieces of information that add to their knowledge. A little birdie also spoke of how Dan internalizes once he reads. He doesn't have to burn the midnight oil in order to comprehend a concept, and the way he elucidates it with comparisons makes one wonder what eye they were looking at the very same information with. With this ability, he is also willing to help out even the most hopeless of souls. He doesn't view certain people as wheat and others as chaff; to him all are the same.

Nobody really ever wants to listen to ones intellectual ability to grasp things. With this in mind, there is more to Dan than the kid who speaks genial things. He is a conceptualist. One of the few who think outside the box. When it comes to the implementation aspect you would have to ask him. One of his ideas was to start a football academy. This translates from the very fact that he is a good football player and a couple of his friends can attest to that.

Gax, as his friend call him, has stood the test of time and proven to be a worthy and loyal friend. His boys and FIFA always come before the ladies. He partys like he is paid to attend but in all honesty he just loves to have a good time. This must come as a result of his parents' comprehension of what it means to be a youth. These very parents are always supportive in all his prospective agenda. He has wanted to be a computer whiz to a point he started doing a diploma. The idea of being a football manger has crossed his mind and a certain friend has faith in this dream. Right now he wants to be a lawyer. I would know because I sit in the same class with him. The bottom line is that he wants to be rich. Let's just see which path will get him there first.

From a distance,

Sunday, 11 May 2014


The journey of sanity began that eerie morning. All hell broke loose and emotions ran deep. Deeper than the Mississippi. They flowed in a fit to destroy. Like the magma that corrodes the earth and pollutes the waters. The race began.
The palpitations of the heart threatened a heart attack. The inconsistency of blood pressure threatened a stroke. I looked around in search of a way out. What could I do?? I woke up in captivity. I felt strangled by life. I tried coughing, I choked. I tried to scream but my vocal chords were muted. I was in a hole in whose corners I saw no outlet.
The hole I dug had an uknown depth. Then it began to rain and the soil flowed in as mud. I wanted to leave but it felt as though I stood in sinking sand. I stretched out but nobody lurked in the wet lands.
After what seemed like an eternity my mouth was covered. Then asphyxiation. My lungs were filled with muddy water until I took my last breath. And just like that I was gone. Dust to dust with the aid of the sun. With time the wind would blow my particles away. The hunger of the termites would make me untraceable.
A lost spirit followed by a broken soul. I dug my whole and died in it. That was my sorrowful goodbye. A silenced demise.