Missing Home

My heart throbs, and my brain aches…

And every morning I walk like this around the pond, thinking;

About the places I’ve been, and the times I’ve lost

Aimlessly seeking satisfaction from many that abide.

Yet finding not an ounce from my vast wanderings.

Perhaps I should have stayed.

Perhaps I should have laughed and loved more,

And just ventured into their mundane jokes,

Or perhaps I should have perhaps seen myself alive

Right there, where I now bitterly yearn.

Then the bathing swans, and the singing fishes,

would not have been thought as merrier; being more at home than I.

Biko, 13th January 2021

My response to Poets and Storytellers United Weekly Scribblings #52: Something About Mary

Rosemary is back with a Mary Oliver challenge and a poem chosen from Dreamwork. It’s called ‘Landscape’ and we are invited to choose a line or phrase and use it to inspire a new piece of our own writing. I chose the lines:

‘…every morning I walk like this around the pond thinking;

The image is free from Pixabay

Starting out

Time changes man indefinitely. And man changes over a time, only if he wills.


And I’d say, humans have proved to be seasonal creatures; adapting and adopting to the changes of time. With varied reasons and excuses.

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The prime foolhardy of youth is to go against the grain. The rush and the thrill! And you’ll feel it every time you come across a breakthrough story of another rebel. This would reassure your course, reinforce your belief on the goodness of your pursuit and you’ll be really rejuvenated.

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He sat there. Listening. Thinking.

The crowd swayed with the speaker’s words. They nodded, some clapped and a few attempted overly jubilated exaltations. While some alike him, just sat — self-absorbed — uninvolved or slept. What was with these matatu sermons?

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Budalangi, chaos in the kitchen

Food should be tasty. And tasty food must be delicately prepared. Hypothetically, it requires an effort to prepare a descent meal.

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Ennui: Of Fantasies and Fallacies

Guitar Strings, kuoobiediaries

You want to wonder why you got here. you want to toy around around with the fact that you wanted this life. You claim it came to you because of where you had been and whom you were with. Continue reading “Ennui: Of Fantasies and Fallacies”

Thank you, dear readers

Hello there,

I want to say thank you for all the the support in the past year. And am most grateful that you were there to make sure I wrote something interesting worth your attention. Still, I hope you’ll stick around for the amazing stories 2019 will bring our way.

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The Red and Yellow Flags

He had watched people like me come and go, many times over. I could tell from the way he looked at me. At that time however I looked past his knowings, and my poor acting; I really needed a way out. It was already getting dark. I was sure to have seen them that morning. Whatever went wrong I couldn’t tell.

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Baby Sitting!

baby sit

My uncle had twins last December and they are turning a year now. And he says those kids didn’t cry hell in his ears. Never. That they allowed him to sleep soundly.  Part of me is happy for him. But why didn’t they cry as much? Is it even normal? Maybe am being cynical since I’ve known babies to cry a lot my entire life. And it’s difficult to believe that some actually don’t.

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