Tough Love

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She stared at him,

He looked strong and admirable

His eyes glowed as he made the presentation

Even more when they met hers

How could they make the same organization?

She asked, more to herself.

She was deeply in love with him, silent love

Or at least she thought she was

She was the boss! How could she make the rules?

He was her best company, her soft spot!

And he seemed to like it

Conflict of interest popped up on her,

So she became tough

Broke his heart, esteem, and persona

He hated her!

She tried amends, but it was late

For them both!

 


©dm2017

 

The Loss of A Loved One

 

Two pm

I awake, startled by the light of the lights

Dave, standing there beside me

“Wake up; He’s serious;

Close the door behind us”

You can’t leave me here, clueless!

One look at mama and I knew he’s gone.

Or on his way

“We shall let u know”

And they, through the door

Myself, confused,

Gathering all sorts of roses,

Prayers, pleas, tears!

 

#ThinkingAboutGrandpa

How Not To Swim

I used to think swimming was one of the easiest things to do. I stared at people dive in and figured out, “this has got to be easy.”   I was wrong.

My experience:

My first time was in a river back at the village with my sister and cousins; Sometime last year when we had gone to the village to visit our grandma. Like always, we went to the river to get our clothes washed after which we’d hop into the water with our clothes on and pretend to swim.

Most of the time, we just held hands and went round in circles as most of us were afraid of diving just in case we did it wrong.

us

Country girls at the village. At the forefront is my sister Mercy. She got in to snap a selfie with us. The other 3 are cousins of mine.

 

The next time I went swimming, I tried to dive in though the shallow end for ‘security’ purposes and I almost drowned. I spent the whole afternoon treating the trauma from that experience by holding on to the metal bar at the edges of the pool.

I almost thought I’d never learn the art. It seemed like a forever journey, but I finally managed to float.

me

Me finally floating, right in-front of me is my friend Maureen, also hydrophobic and surprised at how fast I managed to float.

 

Here are a few things I learned not to do:

Don’t be nervous/ anxious: Forget about your phobia for water. The main rule for a good freestyle swim is to relax and trust the waters. This can help you practice how to float.

Avoid the deep end: Start your practice at the shallow end. The deep end is a no go zone till you have mastered your skill or have a swimming mate who will guide you along.

Do not hold your breath: Practice how to hold your breath, but don’t do it for long. Breathe out from time to time to help you relax and focus your concentration to moving your body forward.

Don’t do it alone: Get a coach or a swimming partner who’s good at it to help you out during your 1st time. They can help you get started and master a few techniques.


Love DM

 

 

On The Run; Part 1

It was this Saturday afternoon and since I was idle and had nothing to do; I grabbed a book and tried to make it worthy. I was trying so hard, but I couldn’t concentrate. I changed sitting positions, tried to find a shed outside, changed the novel, but all this was useless. My mind was unsettled. It’s like I wanted to do something different. I gave up and thought of heading out to find a ‘kampango’. I reached out for the red dress, put on a little lip stick, and complemented it with a black clutch and wedges. I looked myself in the mirror, and contented, I started trimming my eyebrows. I always loved the work of my hands when it came to colours and makeup. I was almost done with my eyes when I felt that sensation you have when you suddenly realize, you are not the only person in the room. I turned back to see my mama watching.

“kwani unaenda wapi?”

I don’t know how long she’d been there but I could see that reproachful look in her eyes. Something told me that she wasn’t gonna leave until I gave her an answer.

“Tao…” I answered skeptically, looking her in the eye, then turned back, to do the final touches. When she was gone, I sneaked gently through the backdoor.

Saturday wasn’t the best day for me to go out. Or so my mom thought; but as it was, college and work consumed all my time, and I barely had any left for myself. Balancing both schedules and creating more time was a lot of work. I had no social life and the busy package was like poison inside, eating me up, bit by bit.

After a while, I was in town, walking through “Ogembo Street”. The place was familiar, but its name?? I was seeing that for the first time and on a sign post that seemed to have stood there for quite some time. I had not only lost my life, but my eyes as well. I spent over 30 minutes looking around and glaring at changes in the town I grew up and lived in. For a moment there, I understood the little boy in “half a day”.

The creepy taxi drivers seemed to be the only thing that was familiar. Even my old friend’s cyber cafe “stim” seemed a little different. Trying so hard not to lose my tiara, I paced in, said hi and got myself a seat at the corner of the cyber.

Why was I here?

“I needed a new job.”

“No! A new life”

“Not really; a social life, a love life, a partner, a friend, a companion, a man!” 

Before I knew it I was in this dating site. Creating a new profile and browsing through profiles… You know that riddle about idle minds being the devils workshop. I was making friends and out and chatting and flirting. It’d been long ever since I had this feeling and I was starting to like this new girl.

Bingo! My type! This one was irresistible, He seemed to be looking for a girl like me, and we had a lot in common: Books, Movies, Cooking, Nature, Art… etc. etc. Goodness! We were a perfect match, and surely falling for him couldn’t be that hard. I had won the jackpot!

I began the conversation and he answered. Slowly but trailing along. Like me, he was interested.

My mother was right; I could feel her eyes undress and dress me back. I felt like the little girl who stole sugar and confessed to it twenty years ago. I almost tripped, but my focus was on the price. Besides, the fiend in me wasn’t gonna allow me hold back. I clicked on the notification.

“Meet me at the post office”

“In a while” I couldn’t resist the flippant smile.

… to be continued