FINISH THE RACE

Dear Love.

Don’t you dare give up.

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Even when the fight is not fair. Even when hope is wading. Even when life is not willing to stand by you. We have not reached the point where we can sweat blood. The battle is not yet won.

Anxiety draws in almost every time we make a move. We need to remind our souls that there is someone greater looking out for us. You do not need to fight this alone. We have come so far to finish weak.

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Stop fixing the fences that will only succeed in making you feel worthless. Stop fixing your energy in people’s stories. You will only succeed in killing the dream that God placed in your heart. Stop asking so many Why’s… it will only succeed in killing the confidence you have.

Wipe those tears  and fight again. Hope is not dead. Raise your head and walk with grace. Keep on fighting, my strong Soul. You are capable of so much more. Just be strong.

TO THE GOOD OLD DAYS

Ever wanted to go back to the beginning of your story. Where it all started. Where your folks did not think of having you? Where you were exceptionally stupid but happy. You did not inherit a gene of being a dimwit; you only knew about loving those around you and treating everyone with respect.

Don’t you miss the days when thinking was for those adults who had their lives figured out? I know I miss the days I could play with mud and be satisfied with my lack of knowingness.

Don’t you miss the days when you could play with friends and lose track of time? Now I pity our kids who will have a hard time enjoying their childhood. They will not know what running around the field means, because they have been transformed into parking lots.
…. They will not know what hop, step and jump mean because their parents only showed them “kutetema kama umepigwa shoti”( or whatever artists sing nowadays.)
…. They will not know what it means to embrace visitors and greet them- because the culture of hospitality faded. We decided to embrace the power of exclusivity and become our own self-centred persons.

Our children will not know the power of grandmas/parents stories, because somewhere along the road, our parents became busy in an unforgiving economy and phones took away such little pleasures.
They will not know what it means being a kid, because they are busily masquerading as adults while the latter continue to bury their heads in the sand.

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