Be Happy

Be happy is easier said than done. How is one expected to be happy with all the worries? No food,no money,no that dream house,no fees,no love and yet be happy? Yes,life is hard with a million reasons to wake up whining with a kilometre long lips,clenched fists to get off the disappointments off one's ways but does it really help? Be happy!
Human wants will never be fully satisfied. Waiting to get all that one desires will hardly happen . Most likely,one may meet all the needs albeit in struggles at least available. Is that not a reason smile?
What you have,someone dreams to have it,what you can kill to get,elsewhere someone wonders where to dispose it and still pissed off by life. Why?
Happiness is as a result of appreciation the little favours,what we have,looking towards the future hopefully,accepting the reality and working on the improvement positively. Happiness means we celebrate those who strain and sacrifice for us.
Happiness is the best way to face the daily life,putting on that smile amid hardships,looking forward positively and appreciating all that is with us and for us.
Be happy!
‪#‎Morning_rants

For Our Posteriority...

For Oneness Sake
Sweety,
Tommorow we are visiting Ma'
You'll dress on a dress,
Covering your chest to knee
Least make up on,
You'll put on a leso,
And cook for us,
No'gentleman traits',
You'll attend me with utmost humility,
I won't help on any chores,
I won't open your car's door,
Limited online tours,
Lend yours ears to Ma and aunts keenly,
Question them least,
Servitude and simplicity,
Will be your clad on morow's show.

Is It True?

Is it true,
That a haven once made,
From the grass to grace,
By One spectacled fellow,
And made it everyone's mellow,
Has been reduced to a goldmine?

Is it true,
That the dream day school,
Where girls became ladies,
Boys to men,
Has hit the headlines negatively?

Is it true,
That the baton bearer,
Of the reknown institution,
Has evolved to an untouchable,
Abusing parents and power equally?

Is it true,
That the academic foundation,
We struggled to dig so dip,
Has been trembled?

Village Girl V

Why did I hug her?
What made me peck her?
But last evening she looked 'hot',
I believe she was on heat!

Wait,
Since the town visit,
She has embraced the art of shower,
The science of cosmetics and,
Away from overdoing make up,
She's a modern Village Girl but...

Like bush fire,
Bush gossip runs marathons,
It was only last evening,
And my name is a headline,
The lead follows the creative brains coining,
'at last he will marry one our own',
It's a shock only to me,
Were there not fears that foreign influence would spoil their boy?

Everyone is happy,
Except me and its awkward,
On asking her she says,
"Pretend not,It was the best thing,
I have never been so close to my dream man,
I'll protect our 'love' forever",

And...
If only she could wait,
If only she understood,
If only she won't have talked that much,
Hugs and pecks are basic appreciations,
Yet in the village,
Her uncles are glad that Kenya Charity's Boom,
Is knocking at their doorstep.

What is that about girl?
I'm sorry,deeply sorry,
I was just saying hey,
And you looked good!

Fearful Bites

Those colors,
Of running bugs,
From one point to the skin,
The pain may not be so serious,
Yet the feeling aroused,
As the little creatures take ones' body for a highway,
That smell when its crashed,
And a series of lovely pecks,
Oh micro-comrades!

In public on when exposed to heat,
 And the creature 'comes out' to see off suffocation,
Then spotted by fellows,
The suspicion you're handled with,
The fear installed amongst you,
Oh micro comrades!

How do they breed so fast?
To infest every scholarly joint,
Especially the precious sleeping zones,
Is the said fumigant spray effective?

I Refuse To Father

Get it clear,
Oh my beloved one,
Your love was the best,
It got off my naivety,
You taught me how to 'delay',
You taught me how to elongate,
You taught me how to 'warm up',
All I know about love is yours,
But I refuse to father your son.

Every moment with you,
Meant* heaven and hell to me,
Your expertise,clean and dirty,
Would lossen my every nut,
For had plenty, varieties,everything,
When I got exposed,
That I was a mere toy,
A pet to entertain you,
You had me for my stupidity,
And now you're dumped,
I won't console you errors,
And sorry,I father not your sins.

Experience

Experience,
Bond of contention,
alleged to deprieve the youngsters,
for you dwell amongst the older,
no job,no slot,no position,without experience.
You may be questioned,
yet genuinely,no one finds you easily,
you activate the theories,
harden the knuckles,
and engage brain to better understanding,
oh, Experience!

You are a viced virtue,
whose success depends on merging,
lectured/taught lessons,
actual actions and passion,
you are damn dependent on the three,
If at all your juice has to be worth.

Experience!
like wine,age favours you,
as an eagle your make one soar higher,
but as a peacock, you are arrogant,
and your ego is nursed by constant update,
without which you earn the world's cruel experience!

Bearers.

A good mother,
Turns every cloud,
To find a droplet,
For quenching a kid's thirst.

A modern mother,
Tours every drugstore,
To find the best injection,
For delaying grandmotherhood.

An excellent father,
Does every action,
To secure his household's livelihood,
For instance converting public assets to family property.

An ideal father,
Values education for his seeds,
That he engages in anything,
Like buying principals and exams.

Wait

Sometimes,
Waiting is disgusting,
The situations get tougher,
If only we could hold a bit longer,
Reduce anxiety,increase persistence,
All will be well,
At the most appropriate time.

Little Fresh Sisters

Anxiety and confusion,
Made them appear prettier,
Feared to cheer up,
Wondering what they'd be taken for,
For they were young,fresh and innocent.
Waiting to be guided,
Hiding under the inferiority tent,
But carnivorous claws needs a simple prey to attack,
Their maiden pieces were experienced,
The rolled words artistically,
Left the readers in awe,
And the maidenhood was a jeer,
Since when did a maid leave snow white sheets stainless?
When did a maiden take control putting speedometer on action?
When did a maiden learn to roll,
spin and explore without groans and funny iregular sound?
Penmistresses,wizards of words!

My little fresh sisters,
Could lend you their ears,
Give you company to learn,
Follow each of the guidelines,
Respect you accordingly,
Share their stories and ideas,
Have a life responsibly,
Give a laugh and a supporting hug,
My lovely little fresh sisters.

They are assertive,
Intelligent and talented,
Who can't see their bright future?
For they know what they want,
And are smart in and out to miss attention for looks and brains,
My two little fresh apprentices,
More than friends,
Mine to guide,protect and shine with,
My little fresh sisters,
Bold,bright and beautiful,
I miss them so heartfully.
‪#‎Reminisce‬
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