SWADDLED IN GREY FOG

What is the essence of life when we have forgotten how to live? How should we even live? I bet everyone was raised with morals. These morals differ sometimes, most times. What happened to treating people with kindness? What happened to living a subtle life, minding your own business, bossing up?

One of these recent days, I was really offended. I was travelling and while in Nakuru waiting for the matatu I had boarded to fill up, a man from my hometown came up to me. I was really excited seeing him and that i would at least say hi. After the casual greeting he said in Swahili “umekonda, ama ni hizi mali umegawa sana.” AYYYYYY!! Excuse me sir! Did he even have a clue what it takes to reduce just one kg? I didn’t act up. I regret not doing so. I regret not hitting him. That statement rendered me speechless. I wish I had a dagger and kill him on the spot. I mean that was so insensitive. By casual greetings I mean I had greeted him with my two hands as a sign of respect. Just the way it’s supposed to be done in kale land. I don’t want this to end up as a blog based on banter so back to how I think I am swaddled in grey fog. How things aren’t clear enough.

Some humans use their mouths to utter gratitudes while others use their mouths to utter insults.

The same mouths they will use to pray to God to fulfil their heart desires.

Just the same way some people wake up to their bibles and others to their phones.

They are not the same and I’m not judging them.

Some people are intrigued by raindrops while others like me find it amusing. A way to resonate with their heart.

Some are torn between starting a family in their mid-twenties or getting wealth that seems impossible to find.

Have you ever thought of how sometimes we are expected to behave or act in a particular way? We have freedom of choice and that’s what society fails to understand. We’ve been mentally enslaved thinking that some things are good for us yet they are not. How far have we fallen from what we know? How many times do we want to be validated yet we convince ourselves that we can do anything we want without human validation but deep down we want the opposite?

My best friend often says, as black as white nothing is grey anymore but I tend to find myself in those situations. Nothing is so dark and nothing is clear black.

I tend to think of how abortion will never be ablack-and-whitee issue. I’m totally against it but what if a woman was raped, didn’t go to the hospital and happens to conceive? Would she raise a child that reminds her of the torture she underwent? What if a black girl knew that her body was a temple to be respected? Would she still do the outrageous act willingly?

What if a black girl knew that she was the living embodiment of vitality and she could make kings bow in honor of her? What if a black girl knew……….

There’s a lot that has been going on and I was contemplating whether to write this blog or just rest.

Everything seems grey.

(cries grey tears)

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HELLO READERS;

I hope you are well

I hope you enjoy this and get one or two takehomes

I'm really sorry because i feel i've dished out mediocre stuff hope it doesn't come off that way on your end

I've been really lazy

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