Read All About It

By Emeli Sande…..

You’ve got the words to change a nation
But you’re biting your tongue
You’ve spent a life time stuck in silence
Afraid you’ll say something wrong
If no one ever hears it how we gonna learn your song?

So come on, come on
Come on, come on

You’ve got a heart as loud as lions
So why let your voice be tamed?
Maybe we’re a little different
There’s no need to be ashamed
You’ve got the light to fight the shadows
So stop hiding it away

Come on, come on

I wanna sing, I wanna shout
I wanna scream ’til the words dry out
So put it in all of the papers,
I’m not afraid
They can read all about it
Read all about it, 

At night we’re waking up the neighbors
While we sing away the blues
Making sure that we’re remembered, yeah
Cause we all matter too
If the truth has been forbidden
Then we’re breaking all the rules

So come on, come on
Come on, come on,

Let’s get the TV and the radio
To play our tune again
It’s ’bout time we got some airplay of our version of events
There’s no need to be afraid
I will sing with you my friend

Come on, come on

I wanna sing, I wanna shout
I wanna scream ’til the words dry out
So put it in all of the papers,
I’m not afraid
They can read all about it
Read all about it, 

Yeah, we’re all wonderful, wonderful people
So when did we all get so fearful?
Now we’re finally finding our voices
So take a chance, come help me sing this
Yeah, we’re all wonderful, wonderful people
So when did we all get so fearful?
And now we’re finally finding our voices
Just take a chance, come help me sing this

I wanna sing, I wanna shout
I wanna scream ’til the words dry out
So put it in all of the papers,
I’m not afraid
They can read all about it
Read all about it,

I wanna sing, I wanna shout
I wanna scream ’til the words dry out
So put it in all of the papers,
I’m not afraid
They can read all about it
Read all about it, oh

Letter to my future love….. xoxo

Hey Handsome….. [Pushing it maybe??? 🙂 ]

So I’m supposed to start with some form of salutations or greetings but I’m scared i will start ranting about irrelevant things like the way it rains every afternoon in Kisii town, Or the way the pope might be visiting Kenya soon. Not to say that  those are irrelevant topics as such but they really wouldn’t bring out the greeting intended. Then I would try and cover  my awkward moment with something like volcanic eruptions and how the world is changing but this would just add on to the awkwardness.. OK, Let me stop because I’m sure by now you are wondering how my train of thought operates when all I’m supposed to be doing is finding out how you are.

Because I’m a total mess when I think of you, maybe I shouldn’t really express myself in form of a letter, but lets face it, if doing it written is as reckless as my paragraph up there, a one on one would include me falling down and probably breaking a bone or two or even three if you may. Then I will probably have to go to hospital and I don’t like hospitals because they reek of death… Let me stop ~ Here i go rumbling recklessly again. Clearly,I need to get my act together!!!

OK.. Telling Myself to breath in and out and gather my thoughts. So here is the deal. I think about you a lot. Too much to the extent that I have imagined our kids with your skin tone – because somehow people go all “awwwwww” over light babies than they do over babies with my skin tone.

I have gone to the extent of imagining how you will propose – down on one knee and all because this fairy tale has to happen. And on this day You will declare your never ending love for me because I have declared that you cannot survive without me. It goes without saying that the converse is true.

I am not about to describe our happily ever after here because I’d rather we wrote that bit together. Maybe then I wouldn’t be such a mess because you will not just be my imagination. You will be my real life story and my all.

So for now, I will sit still and watch you from afar. I will hold on to the daydreams that I hope will one day come true. I will not attempt to talk to you at all because , you know, – Rumble mess and all. I will patiently wait for you to notice me and make a move. But even if you don’t, I will have no option but to be at peace with that because, such is life, and I dare not complain of the same….

xoxo,

Hopeless Romantic  🙂

THE DOUBLE EDGED SWORD

He looked at the local dailies. Ten per cent growth since the last survey. ‘Good enough’ he thought. At least he wasn’t written off  the race. Elections were around the corner so he would be visiting his faithful voters this coming weekend. It would be important to change the big bucks to smaller notes, perhaps hundreds. Village people only need money for soap. This time he would promise them a tarmacked road all the way to the secondary school. Translation – His company would bid and get the tender, a prime mover would appear somewhere digging the earth. They did not need the end results. They only needed to see a bit of progress. His opponent had no chance.

She had become a shadow of her former self. The once bubbly and joyful girl was now a sad and lonely girl who kept to herself all the time. Maybe she was going through something – so they gave her time to heal from the unknown. Maybe she got so busy at work. Maybe she simply needed time out. So they let her be. They let get by. But the problem was, she never really seemed to recover from whatever they were assuming was the problem. When they asked, her reply was swift,” I am good.” Translation – She was wondering if she had made the right decisions in life. She was scared of what the future held. But she was not about to admit it.

His smiles had become plastic. His weight was very shifty. He had learned how to pull dissapearing acts.The face he put was not who he was inside. It took a while for someone to ask him how he was nowadays. His response, “Things are good.” Translation – I have a guy who supplies the hard stuff. I am super high.

She looked at him, Its easy to say that he looked like her great grandfather from her mother’s side. He was nothing like the father people knew. Its only natural that questions need to be asked. But she dismissed them. Her response was swift, ” Isn’t  a child allowed to inherit genes from his fore fathers. ” Translation – The truth is , he looks a bit like my husband’s campus roommate because he really is his son. But if my husband hasn’t noticed or questioned, who are you to question?

So one thing was said to mean another…. two ends to every story…. Two sides to every coin because in our hands we hold double edged swords…. Just wondering where to dagger next..

Such is Life…… And we are about to start complaining…