namwano

I remember sitting by the river All alone, listening to the raging waters I was deep in thought concerning my own life My successes my failures, my moments of reconciliation and strife I was all on my own, I remember But not for long Someone came by… he was passing by, well that’s what he said But after a quick hello He was sited right by my side Upset! That’s what I was Wondering what sought of a man, would just make himself comfortable Without even realizing that I wanted to be alone My peace was interrupted I was so infuriated I wanted to throw him in the waters that would swallow him And hopefully spit him out on the furthest Ireland when he is no more All I wanted was my peace A time where my heart mind body and soul was at ease He asked me my name, and I wanted to lie But my spirit quickly spoke to me and I knew that someone was watching from on high So I was honest… I said my name Patiently waiting to see if men from the village really have ‘game’ He was silent And I wondere

It is a cold night thankfully there’s not much fear, rather some form of warmth surrounding my heart. Though in as much as it’s all warm and fuzzy, in the deepest part of this small heart of mine, I wish someone would embrace me. It’s been a long day-it begun on a good note and remained the same. I am no celebrity; but somehow today I had every person screaming out my name, eager to hear if I watched the previous day’s football game. I didn’t. Whoops! Sorry, I had lots of assignments to think of and do, and quite frankly I’m the last person you’d expect to be sited for 90 minutes glued to a television cheering for people who have no idea I exist and still have this grave idea in their head, that, the whole world is watching them, as in? Anyway, I ignored the whole story and on the contrary opted to go to the library. With a couple of heavy books on my left hand and my bag comfortably resting on my right arm, it was quite easy to tell, football and I just didn’t connect. So I

It has been a while since I sat down to write something out to you. I have been caught up in so many things that I actually forget to take some time and think about you I apologize, though I know you understand fully, that all this in due time, shall bear good fruit, not just for me but those around me; including you. But I am here now, and I just thought I should jot down something to you, even as I wait for the day of your arrival. Oh how I can’t wait, for time to tell that the moment for us to come together has arrived. It seems like forever, but I’d rather wait, coz I know the longer it takes for me to get to you, the better the future will be for us. It is still hard to imagine that you are out there somewhere looking for me; down on your knees chanting a prayer every night that your eyes will one day be opened to see me.   I wish I knew who you are, so that I know how to prepare myself for you. I wish I knew where you are then I would at least come to meet you. I wish I knew how

I am slowly learning how to stop bottling things inside and talk about them. The usual me would keep it all in and try and come up with a solution for myself without giving any clue that anything was wrong with me. I loved to sit in my own cocoon, contemplate on my failures and weaknesses and what got me to the slimy pit I happen to be in at that particular moment. I’d most probably be closed up in my room coming up with endless imaginations of how my present life would have been if I had avoided the inducement. Well after all is said and done, one thing’s for sure: you still remain in square one. You think by simply brushing it all away you have dealt with the issue but in reality you have actually left it as a pending agenda waiting to be worked on. I love being a lone ranger. I do things on my own, come up with my own ideas, wanting to achieve them my own way and mostly being led by own convictions. But lately I have come to realize, it isn’t the best thing in life. There are times