Dariah dragged herself into the bathroom, the fresh memory hung on the walls of her thoughts like a death sentence executed everyday of her life. She wanted to erase every detail that reminded her of the event on that day,years ago.
We sit face to face with a wall between us; I have never seen his face, neither he mine. We describe ourselves and create mental pictures of each other. Then everyday we hold a conversation; I close my eyes and see through the wall: I listen...
I've often had a dream where am trying to escape from someone trying to steal my teeth so I never get to smile...it's not funny;its instead become my greatest fear.
Now that the President Obama fever has subsided after his visit to my country, I can generously share my 'pre-visit' piece about the frenzy of grass growing in three days before his arrival. This I had shared on another site. I hope you enjoy!
This thing will just pass down the lineage, if they all have to be remembered...perhaps by the fig tree planted by her forefathers, silently peeping through the window as they drink and go, one by one.
They instigated war against us with their sharp vicious tongues, made us turn against our own brothers. Why are they now? I will feed their bloody hearts on vultures...
I may not truly wrap my mind around this man's story of death and resurrection, his body buried in no-man's land; his torso in Kenya, feet in Tanzania. I listen very keenly, believing every word from his mouth- he is my father!
I must confess I sometimes enjoyed the "Aunty" moments though it was a forced cheering responsibility bestowed on me: when she would walk from the bathroom into my mama's closet and fit her clothes and jewelry and make me sit and judge her...
I stare at myself in the mirror, pat my lips with a wondering palm. Cracked. They are so dry; as dry as my feelings inside. The running water in the bathroom sink doesn't help much. The little drops trickling beckon me. I sip but nothing. Pain...
Strange how you can look into new eyes and drown
Amazing how a stranger can hold you with a warm gaze
Send the heart thudding and thoughts racing with a simple handshake...
So I remember: A young beautiful girl...so much younger than my mother, jumping out of my father's bedroom window. My eyes were only seven years old. But the memory is now 23 years older, very vivid with images intact like the reflection in my...
Speak a child's mind
Innocent, honest, a pure undefiled flowing conversation
Who speaks a child's mind?...