Today, I saw this dog lying by her dead pup. At first I thought the pup was sleeping but when I took a closer look, I saw blood and I immediately knew he was dead. Probably run over by a car or a motorcycle.
The mother was mourning and paying her respects. It was such a heart wrenching scene.
PS.. I am sorry I have been away for too long. I have been having crazy writer’s block. I guess you ain’t a writer if you havent suffered from it😁😁.
Heart ample with a yearning
Flowing like a river
Her mind churning
Whether the clouds are lined with silver.
Anticipating with zeal
For when her mind will be blown
But unable to conceal
The fear of the unknown.
Baskets and drinks on the boat
Spread out on the ancient capote
Looking in to the eyes of the dote
Thoughts of what could go wrong away float.
A fleeting moment
Hearts and minds in sync with contentment Ignoring the potent
Of the green smile from the opponent.
Dazzling with panache
Hips and feet moving with swash
Left, right, smile flashed
Silent prayer of the enemy squashed.
Photo by me
I bought the outfit in subject one Saturday afternoon from a woman in a second hand market. It was one of those days when I did not plan to buy anything in particular. I had been in the house for long and I decided to go out for a stroll when I stumbled upon a woman selling clothes at Ksh 50(half a dollar). They were that cheap because they were rejectees: you know those outfits that remain after people have picked out the best or decent ones.
I uninterestedly ran my eyes through the clothes and I was almost leaving when this black and white one piece, sort of jumpsuit caught my attention. I love monochrome, so naturally, I picked it up and tried it on. The saleswoman told me it looks good and as much I don’t trust the opinion of sales people, I trusted hers because I felt good in it. It was unique, edgy and just so me. I paid the Ksh 50 and happily walked home with my ‘sort of jumpsuit’.
Like a normal human being, I couldn’t wait to see myself in my gorgeous sort of jumpsuit. After washing and ironing it, a week later, I wore it with my black pair of sort of oxford flats and went to town to run some errands. That is when I took the photo. A couple of weeks later, my brother, who is younger than me by one and a half years and is a model other than being a student, came home from school for a short holiday. Excitedly, I showed him the photo of me in my sort of jumpsuit and he immediately rubbished it.
“What is this you are wearing?”
“It is a jumpsuit”
“I know a lot about fashion and jumpsuits and that is not it. It is ugly!”
That did not dampen my spirits though. On Monday, at the office, I showed a colleague the photo and asked him what he thought of it.
“You don’t go far from home whenever you wear it, do you?”
Next was my movie supplier. I was sitting in his shop while he was getting me my movies when I asked him what he thought of it.
“Well, it is…uum…different”
That was it! I had to defend my precious sort of jumpsuit.
I put the photo of me in it as my phone and laptop wall paper!
Ps: the original photo is actually good quality but it can’t attach in its original size and the cropping lowers the quality. I don’t know why.
Yesterday I saw a man so old
Chewing at a grass
with the look of a mystery unsolved
Probably as he recalled
The smile so infectious and bold
That hid the heart so cold
That left him out in the cold.