REFLECTION STORIES &THOUGHTS

The bed was tiny at the end of the ward. A little blue slab firmly printed above the bed. It read No 4 and she wondered if it should have meant something. She was warm in that tiny bed. Two white sheets, a brown duvet and Maasai bed sheets with the hospital name printed on top. She loved  windows, but could not open this particular one. She could not withstand the cold air. She particularly missed the sun, it was three days indoors. Once in a while the curtain opened slightly and a familiar face peeped in. She smiled slightly amidst the pain and engaged in pep talk to while away the minutes. The nurses were a nosy bunch, always talking about something. They gossiped on everything. They talked of a man whose wife had AIDS, of the Somali woman whose labor was prolonged. They noisily cluttered to their stations once in a while, to fill syringes and write in charts. They would appear at her bedside with blood pressure kit and thermometer in hand. They would disappear several hours ...

Once upon a time in the land of Batoto ba Mungu, there lived a frail old man by the name Mhela.He was a man of few words who would make everyone turn away when they heard his footsteps. He had a scar on his face that scared everyone who saw him. They said he was a known gangster in his youth. However, he did not look the part. He looked like a very bitter man whose life had taken a bad turn. You had to look at him straight in the eyes to see all the bitterness. His walking posture betrayed him. It spoke volumes about a man whose future was bleak. We were pretty scared of Mhela as young children. My mother would use him to scare us to bed. She would scream at us from the top of her voice. “I will let Mhela have you for supper, just wait I hear him knocking”, she shouted. We did not have to wait to find out as my brother and I scurried to our bed in fright. It was several years later when I learnt that my mother and father were in cohort with each other and it was he that went thr...

He is respected and adored, For he is the provider, His strength defines his masculinity, Secure we become under his wings. His voice so deep and authoritative, He invokes discipline and obedience, His love runs so deep to the core of his soul, He cares and showers us with endless gifts. Often ignored and neglected, Feelings whisked away, But their importance is unmeasured, For all its worth,You are loved today and always. Your name defines our identity, Your ideals define our character, Your courage defines our personality, Your words defines our resilience. Daddy,You are our fortress, Our soldier in difficult times, We are brave by your side, With you its always a walk in the park.

Dearest friend, Pride of the society, Pillar of the family, Is what she is. A disciplinarian for a good cause, A lawyer instills good behavior and equality, A companion in sharing of problems, A cook she makes us all line up for fillings. Her smile is enough, Her hug comforts and reassures, Her word encourages and soothes, Her touch smooths problem coz she cares. Mother, you are the best, May you always have the best, May life's happiness and challenges mold you the best way, May you emerge a winner in the test of time.

It is sad when you think about it Of how dreams are crushed And how the Society is robbed of its best minds While everyone watches and does nothing What will become of our future? I miss the old good days When love blossomed among friends and foes When it was difficult to take law into your hands When conflicts were resolved amicably When did the rain start beating us? You can be alive in the morning and gone by the evening Not by God’s grace but by the hands of Grace or Grey Morals have gone to the dogs And everyone has become an executioner What will become of us? We need to discover how to turn things around Excuses will not save us For when fate knocks even destiny will evade you Your beauty will mean nothing How will you handle it? It’s time to stand up for the truth To discover the beauty that lies within everyone Refuse to be controlled by anger For life is precious Who are you to take it away?