Happy birthday to you..happy birthday to you...happy birthday dear Jeefffff happy birthday to you.Yea that's right!Today is little man's birthday.He turns three years.Three years ago on a day like this I knew how the ceiling of a certain hospital looked like.All the details on that ceiling, I knew them!
Tuesday, 24 September 2013
Tuesday, 17 September 2013
A little bit of this and that
I went to Sunday school on Sunday,with my son.Isn't it fascinating how Father Abraham,Making Melodies,Toa Ndugu toa Dada and all Sunday school songs have been passed from generation to generation.He sings if you're happy and you know it clap your feet and we just let him.
Wednesday, 4 September 2013
You almost couldn't see him
The pile of rubbish.So large.You almost couldn't see him.The stench.You almost couldn't see him.But there he sat.Clapping his hands.Excited about something.It must have been the voices in his head.His lips moved.As if he was having a conversation with somebody There was nobody there.There beside him, a fire.I wondered who had lit it.He sat there oblivious of the world around him.Like a child in a mother's womb.Safe,unworried,comfortable.Like a brown bear hibernating.This man in Nairobi downtown.Dirty man.Unkempt man.Insane man.Half clothed man.Pitiable man.Pitiable pitiable man.
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