Three Six Six

Here’s your day. You did wait four years after all…..

February is a significant month for me. I was born, for one. It’s the month that tends to be my pivot for change. It’s the month when my calendar has a few too many reminders and events, not that I mind though. It’s just that it ends up looking like I scribbled all over my calendar or I took note of every time I intended to take a shower. February is a heavy month, it’s no wonder I have acquired the alias ‘Fevrier’ a couple of times in my life.

Despite all this, this has been my most quiet month. Instead of taking my shine-time and using it to create that storm in the cup, change the world a little, I hid. I ran away like the little girl time has stolen away from me. Simply put, pride neglected: I was afraid; afraid that I may actually be good enough, GREAT ENOUGH!

Fear looms here and there; attacking whenever it sees fit. Fear loves those already fearful of itself. It emanates a laugh cultivated at the depth of its being. Fear can cut off your wings and leave you an Emu; spinning your keys round its forefinger when it finishes the job. It paralyzes your left leg at the goal and mutes your strongest note. Fear steals your laugh, your love, your spirit and with it each and every dream.

I can tell you what to do with fear. I can tell you only because occasionally am blessed with the ability to follow good sense and secondly because fear comes from within me (and you); the worst kind of psychopathic stalker.

So what do you do with fear…?
You mute it. You create a bubble in your ear and you only listen to the waves. You close your eyes for a single second; open them to a blur and you take the first step. You take that journey as though someone stole your money. If they lived ten thousand gates away from you, you walk past the first few, you stop for a breather, and you look down the road. It’s a frighteningly long distance, isn’t it? Right there is the make or break. Right then: Run! Run down the boulevard. Beat the wind with every push forward. Now you have the momentum you need. Kick down their gate together with the folly that made them believe they could come into your space, look at you in the eye with a sheepish smile drawn on their face, and mess around with the essence of your being. It’s not what they took; it’s that they dared take it from you.
Just like that, fear’s gone. It wouldn’t mess with you even if it were an 80-foot egocentric power-hungry bird with canines.

February is at its end. It’s a little hard to see it go without having taken a super leap; till this very moment of course. It’s the month most associated with love. I choose to fall deeply and madly. I’ll wake up, say those three words and mean it with all my heart. I’ll look in the mirror and it will be true. The person I see is he whom I truly will always be there for, all I have to do is live as I desire and never apologize for what makes me unique. Problem is; I have to choose. Will I be afraid to love this soul?

Here’s what I say; take what is yours: YOUR LIFE. Live it. You are the only person who has to live WITH it after all. Here’s an extra day. Fear didn’t bother to cater too keenly for it. Its rules varnish and you are free. Risk it, even only up to the next February :-). I can bet you that a year of life pushed to the limit will wipe away worries of years lost and could ripple into many more to be truly proud of. Feel free to hold me accountable for that statement.

This is the 366th!!

Hide Or See

Hide or See
It’s hard to dance with the
Devil on your back
Huruma.Calcutta. Haiti.
Amazonia
Storeys of waste make
unfriendly neighbours in
trash bags so abused
“So blessed with farm
hands” they
philanthropically adduce
But, rain clouds are no help
to us
Cubicle homes with needle
holes seeping the life
Ruin. Disease. What gives
life, takes life.
Anatomies of Legos of
Despair
Here tin. ‘Ere mud. There
fortunate brick.
United. Bellies of air for
them and their soccer-team
kin.
At birth: Maya. She.
Madison. He. Mtoto (wetu)
Mother Earth bears us a
fresh soul;
Hope alone does it feel
Only love does it now know
Touching trust does it to all
man show
Cry! To tell a King is born
Could it be He who the
world awaits once more?
Kindred spirit cries on:
Life give me a thorn, I give
you a rose.
Devil, in this heart you roam
But in silvered glass meek
we stubbornly behold.
Projects. Slum. Ghetto. Kijiji.
Kwa Rais
Election victories and
successions.
Abroad education and
vacations.
Are we all citizens of one
nation?
Impoverishing Wealth and
his brother Enriching
Poverty
Sharing rooms of our home.
My good heart; persists,
believes
Another good heart exists
That knows one more (and
so it flows)
Beauty queens, fraudsters,
Judas and loving SP,
For all self-importance is a
facade born of sin, when
lonely we can see
With one shared warm
touch, the globe hot will
grow.
At the Gates we’ll know
your face
Heart. Soul. Vice. Virtue. If
at all.
We will stand all. One and
the same.
Realize the game of Money
and Fame.
As we still live and breathe,
Leave this Opera!
Take off your mask before
the daunting dusk.
It’s hard to dance with the
Devil on your back
It’s harder still when It’s
within
Putting off your light of
hope in dreams and in fellow man.
Take off the front
We will be a whole
Incomplete.