I knew I was home when I saw her,
Flowers in her hair, heaven in her eyes,
I knew she was real,
Because she made me feel.
A soul so profound, that moment, like cream.
I knew I was home when I saw her,
Flowers in her hair, heaven in her eyes,
I knew she was real,
Because she made me feel.
A soul so profound, that moment, like cream.
In the beginning of this year, I went through some writing goals I had made in 2018 and one of them included writing outside of my comfort zone. I love fiction and more so historical fiction and after writing The Currents Series and Zuri: The Chronicler of Enzi, I have been thinking of working on a book that delves into the situation of primary education in Kenya and this prompted me to start doing some research towards this in March this year.
Now, it’s my first time writing non-fiction and I am learning that above all, I cannot wing it or just write as much as I want without fact-checking!
I am also learning that when you are writing about a subject that you truly care about, there are some factors that you have to watch out for like:
This project is proving to be more challenging and rewarding as I learn along the way too and I can’t help but want to see it through to publication. I also came across some insightful tips on Creative Penn, and Masterclass guide to writing non-fiction that I read and found quite encouraging. So, here’s to fulfilling one of my writing goals!
I dream of you,
Of your smile, your laugh and your voice.
I dream of you,
Of your dreams, the way your hands would move as you worked,
Of the way you spoke to keys, strings and sticks…beats I’d call them,
Light as you called them.
To the world it was music,
But to you, it was eternity, so I let you embrace it.
I dream of you Stardust,
Of all the things we left unsaid,
Of all the places we never stayed,
Of all the dreams we prayed,
Of the eternity we shared.
I dream of you Stardust and this right here is the truth.
My heart is like water,
It nourishes as it pleases.
When the sun goes down, it begins to falter,
It seeks solace in the pieces.
My heart is like the air I breathe,
Untouchable yet priceless,
So when the sun rises, I reach out with the palm of my hand and check on it,
The beating of my heart reminds me that I still have unresolved matters.
Sometimes, often…at times such as this,
I yearn for that stillness,
the calm before and after a storm,
anything but this turmoil,
My heart like fear is static.
Ask you questions at the crack of dawn,
When you’re half asleep, half awake
So your voice oozes into my heart.
I want to…
Watch you cook,
Trust me, there is something ethereal about the way you chop onions.
I want to…
Walk away from you,
So you know how far you have to go to get me back.
I want to…
Stay beside you,
So your soul knows my own.
We always come to this,
This moment, this time, this look
You and I.
We always come to this,
This feeling, this thought, this touch
You and I.
We always come to this,
I bet you’ll come after me,
hunt me down, burn the whole world to the ground,
as soon as I start loving somebody else.
You always come to this,
This moment, this feeling, this fear…
You.
You know that glow at dawn?
That burst of abundance, of endless light, unlimited possibilities, of maybes and please,
That first kiss of life?
Yes, that one,
You know that glow?
I want that.
There are things I tell myself,
things that surprise me when uttered out loud,
So I speak them into the void,
The ones I love I repeat,
a melody unseen yet often sung,
The ones I loathe, I denounce,
a melody seen and often sung.
There are things I tell myself,
You are one of those things.
We will find a place,
A shelter from the world,
From the likes, comments, tweets, retweets, re-posts, screenshots.
A world where you and I,
Dwell in solace.
We will find a place,
Where you and I would be,
Still.

For years, I kept my eyes on the road,
always on the lookout, waiting, hoping,
ready to hear the words “you!”
Not just me, my sister, her friends, their friends…
little feet, dark afro hair, big dreams, little feet, big eyes
Waiting to be told that “we are worthy, and we matter.”
So, like a bus that never arrives, I stood up,
I placed one foot before the other,
walked until the sole of my feet bled.
I chose me, I smiled with me, I loved me
I loved her so much the years breezed past.
And when a still small voice tries to tell me otherwise,
I glitter.