MuguRe

I remember January 2010. I was excited. I took the day off to celebrate my birthday. Jan was definitely a happy month. Then Feb came along and the chips turned. My childhood BFF became a widow from a freaky mo'bike accident, just like that Adnan was gone. And the year took on a new feel, a heaviness that was well, heavy. I kept thinking of Kwix and Iraq and wishing him well. March was great, he got out of Iraq, safe and sound. There was a collective sigh of relief. I don't remember much else apart from planning end March to go on safari. April ambled in and off we went to Baringo, laughter, jokes, serious confessionals from the long drive seemed inevitable. Well, hell broke loose from a simple phone.....a phone call that I thought was bringing me Easter greetings and.....some twenty years later that was the end of my fabulous trip to Baringo...... Kwix was dead. I still remember the pain in the pit of my womb and the tears that wouldn't stop falling. I am not sure what happ...

It's 2011. Already?! So soon! And life goes on or so they say. Yet, I wake up thinking of you, of conversations we need to have, of advice I need to give and receive, of laughter to share, of Hot Lemon Ginger and cake at Java, the shopping sessions, of course with me not amused at how long you would take. I shake my head with disbelief at several intervals as the day goes on. Will this nightmare end? How will you know about Prada? Can you tell? Is this a path I should be on? Do you get the joy all this brings in the midst of a pain so tangible? Life seems the same yet I feel naked, bereft and in need of a hiding place. I am still pissed off, you know that right? We had plans, we were gonna start living life, remember? You let go! Why? It wasn't time, was it really? And you know what is annoying me some more, the fact that I can't break down, let the pain flood because it's really huge and I am alone and damn! what if I died? Silly, I know but I remember years back, ma...

MuguRe: Capt. Kwame K. Waikenda

HIGH FLIGHT Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter—silvered wings; Sunward I have climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun—spilt clouds, - and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of— Wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence, Hov'ring there I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft though footless halls of air............... Up, up the long, delirious burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace Where never lark or ever eagle flew— And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod The high un-trespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God. - John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

I looked at you, Our eyes met and held In that moment you cast your spell I looked away but the damage, already done I left but my soul lingered and merged with yours I ran away but my heartbeat was left at your feet Beating to a rhythm you orchestrated. I keep coming back when I shouldn't Keep holding on when it's much safer To run like the wind in the opposite direction You are my life, my soul, my heart So intertwined we are I am lost when you are gone My reason to be more dwindles without you I breathe you in and fall in love with each heave Unconditionally you come in and my arms keep you in This spell is stronger than both of us What good shall come of it? I have tried to dispel it But I seem to weave more than unweave I am you You are me Spellbound to eternity

I am listening to India Ire sing 'Private Party'. A celebration of the woman she has become. So, when was the last time you threw yourself a party, did all your favourite things in the world, shut out the rest of the world and sat with you, laughed, sang, danced and cried? Cleansed your body and soul of the world tardiness, war and rumours of wars, hunger, lack, leftover anger at the persons you had allowed to hurt you, treat you like crap, took all you had and never gave back, for the family who constantly don't see or hear you, the friends who choose to become your enemies, the boss who never gives you credit or the colleague who just doesn't seem to get it? How about throwing you that party? You go all out, get your favourite stuff together; a book, bubble bath, a great wine or chocolate vanilla ice cream; or the sinfully delicious cheese cake (forget the waistline for this once), some great music, hide away and give thanks for the person you have become, for the c...

Sometimes, I catch a glimpse of you In the million strangers That I encounter in my daily life Sometimes I catch a glimpse of you In someone else’s face A smile given A twinkle in the eye A gentle touch felt Sometimes I catch a glimpse of you In the perfect body movement Swaying to a tune Or walking down the street Sometimes, yes sometimes I catch a glimpse of you In the everydayness of life In things so typical Yet they serve to remind me That there is continuity Of love Of life Of hope, Of caring So I continue to live. Original composition for a friend from Rwanda Jeff Rwabudariko who died in a road accident.