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You have the ingredients,
Well phrased in a recipe,
Deep inside you!
It's up to you
To make the dish delicious.

As the days daintly danced on the calendar hanging on the wall,the heart faintly beat at the fear of failure.The fear to achieve and the fear to meet a deadline of a set work.Tic toc the clock repeated.It is the end of the year yet not all resolutions were met.Who will write new ones if not carrying forward the old ones!


She was heading to the village to attend a committee to prepare for her sisters wedding yet this day was the day she so much wanted to go to the market where she is a merchant.The lady was popular in the market and so this day many wanted to use her space to sell to her customers.However,it was not to be to them.As she was riding with her sister and other family members alot of phone calls were made but as busy and noisy the town is she couldn't hear the phone ringing,After settling comfortably in the vehicle and out of town she checked her phone and many were the missed calls.She was alarmed and thought of calling one of the callers.
"Hello,how are you?In which hospital were you admitted?" the person asked.
"What ?Why are you asking that?" she asked.
"Were you not in the lorry you usually travel with to the market?I have received the news that it was involved in an accident."the person said.
"Today I missed the market and am he…


A woman died suddenly.She was a woman full of mercy and good to everyone whom she ever met.She had so many friends as well as enemies.She went to heaven and was shown what caused her death.She was also reminded of the many times God warned her but she never heeded the small voice she always heard then.A feeling of bitterness overcame her and she cried so much.She was so regretful and wished she was alive.
"Stop crying my child ,you are safe with me." God comforted her.
"What is going to happen to my children?" she asked God fearfully.
"They will be fine.You will watch them while you are here?" God answered.
The woman was somehow happy and she made a request to God.
"When will my body be buried?" she asked.
"I know why you want to know and I have granted you your desire.It will be on Wedneday." God answered.
On the eve of her funeral when so many were gathered at her home she went there and watched how everyone was in sorrow and sadness…


It is the pain of life that tickles this feeling.
the heaviness of the soul
the too many hassling moments
yet no time to relax and listen to the inner soul
it is like the fate of a kicked ball
heads to a direction
too blind to know the landing or the kicker
the poor soul gets poorer
no one is there to listen
nobody seems to understand
the emptiness carries on
the closest friend becomes violent
and throws critics
that wounds the heart more
the tears roll down in a river
the loner,keeps mourning
nothing seems to brighten the heart
and no degree of a joke touches it
the pain of being lonely in public.
who will touch this heart?
who's going to give an ear?
"this darkness is too much
when will the light shine?" the loner wonders
maybe next minute,tommorrow ,or ,
too tired to figure out.
what is this life if it gets too haunting?
where is the real picture?
whatever it is seems blurred.
oh loneliness,
take your foot off my ground
let me have a toss
a merry heart and a beautifu…


Being a mother and  a writer is such a stormy thing.Guess what ,as much as am willing to update my blog I have several things going on.The children are playing as they watch the cartoon.At the same time they are scaring each other and the younger one is crying,Am holding her as I type this one and still listening to their stories.I have milk on the kitchen boiling and doing this really fast that I may feed them before they start dozing.Before nine o,clock the elder one should be ready to bed having done homework on my supervision.

A story on how to clean ears by the elder one and the young one crying for water.It is such a beautiful thing as the concentration gets cut off but still spinning the words and the story.Have a lovely night.


Ten years down the years I still hold the phobia in my medula oblangata.Today at lunch hour with my plate of vegetables and chapati ,the child brought to me and fitted the sunglasses on my so strong eyes but I couldn't put a spoon in my mouth!Guess what I was so scared owing to a phobia that resulted ten years ago.One day I was in my daily ,back then ,hawking beauty  accessesories wearing sunglasses as it was so hot.Just on a shop pavement I put my leg forward in confidence and sure that I have landed on a safe ground as I could see, only to find myself in a big embarrasment and a big scar on my foot.

My eyes feels so weak in them .The luckiest thing today is that I don't wear not even reading glasses and am good at reading even the smallest letter without the lenses.To me glasses are just like licking ice cream in July.Leaving the mouth cold and the chest and blood moving at a supersonic speed to create warmth.


Am so happy today I was able to see an eclipse.With a photo negative ,held together in a bundle,my kids and I watched the eclipse.It was so good as happy as they were.Everything was difference and in our mind we thought it was about to rain as it was getting dim.However ,I switched on the TV only to find a live broadcast of the eclipse.As soon as possible and with my simple knowledge I modified the lens to watch the sun without destroying our eyes. It was such a good experience.Did you witness it?


So long without a word!Life was just too much and fast.My baby will be two years on 7th November but stopped breastfeeding early last month.Weaning is just great as am able to get a good night sleep.She can walk as fast as you and as good as her age.Eats all types of food and that is just great.Oh she loves fruits so much and cries to a sight of any.She can utter like all words and in our lovable mother tongue.

I moved from renting to an own house though in the village.Though so dry but now with heavy rains in the morning,I have been able to plant capsicum and corgett and some kales .I just love seeing them grow and that gives me more hope of seeing a better tommorrow.Istill write am almost over my novel.My kid loves the farm work alot and the key board.Just guess how i juggle all the house works and farm work.Not easy but at least am able to fulfil my daily dose of work.I retire to bed so tired and happy.Tonight I feel like writing so much ,imagine am just alone.The kids are asleep a…
As she tries to spin the next word the child cries.As she tries to ignore her she cries luodly.The mom leaves the chair and goes for the baby.How will she concentrate on this page?She puts the child on her thighs and lets her suck while she types with one finger.The story goes on ,she writes like one hudred words amd the child is satisfied.However,the baby tries to reach the keyboard and do as the mom does but then she hands over a pen and a book and the toddler starts doodling imitating the mother.

The toddler interupts again ,she wants the mom to draw a cat and with the slightest sounds she can make the mother takes the pen and fulfils the desire.How happy for attention,the kid gets busy and the mother writes more.OOPS,the child poops and gets restless,the mother leaves the desk and heads to change the nappy.The next thing the child needs some food,this mom has to put all tools down and do whats neccessary.The kid has messed up the floor and the utensils needs some cleaning.She scru…