Still waters run deep

It was two years later and Tina had delivered twins whereas Mo was the proud mother of a baby boy. The truth had not yet come out regarding the true paternity of the babies but as both women had something to hide, their fear kept them both silent. All that was about to change for Tina after the phone call she had received.Thabo was coming into town and he wanted to see her. Since her trip to Kisumu they had left things as they were not bothering to keep in touch realising that what they had had been a holiday fling and preferring to return to their lives. This had worked perfectly for both as Tina had been separated from her husband who had left her for another woman. He had eventually divorced her and she had been left trying to pick up the shattered pieces of her heart and life.That was until her family found out she was pregnant, they convinced her husband to take responsibility for his actions and they were reconciled. His obvious reluctance was washed away the moment he held his s...

Kimende was a fair man gave his men a proper cut did not demand too much compared to other bosses and didn't micromanage his men. He always knew what was going on much to the surprise of his men but he never interfered in their dealings as long as he got his rightful share. But he was a hard man who did not suffer fools or condone mistakes either. Men who had who had worked for him told chilling tales of how he would be laughing with someone then at the end would order his death or if the person had really displeased him would strike the first blow then have his men finish him off. His lieutenants quickly learned not to set him off although that was tricky as it was difficult to know what was liable to set him off. Kimende was what would be called a smart thug. He started off in school being the leader of a group of boys who he used to do his dirty work for him. Soon it was well known if you wanted contraband or had an issue to settle with anyone to come to kimende whose services w...

It was around 11 o'clock and the waiting room was filled to capacity. One side sat the patients who had already been attended to and were now waiting for the next part of the process. Others were yet to see the doctor and they sat patiently and some not so patiently. There were groans, moans, tears on the faces of the women and children waiting there that not even the rooms cheery colors would diffuse. The stack of magazines went virtually ignored as most people were in too much pain to bother and the rest could not be bothered to pick up agricultural digest or some other random title. Mo sat quietly holding on to Tina's hand for support and mostly as a source of warmth. They were here to get some tests done and both were silent in the shock and fear. Mo had a sinking sensation in her stomach and she was dreading getting her worst fears confirmed. Tina wondered how her best friend would react to the news. Would she ever forgive her? She was a pragmatist and was expecting the wo...

This was supposed to be a continuation of Head stones pt 3 but as i read earlier entries i paused wondered about all the stuff that sounds so good and is very true yet how much of it do we really follow i wonder.As i listen to Detrick haddon i find myself questioning a lot of the so called wisdom that were so quick to dish out and take in yet that's all we do. I find myself still grappling with the same question i was asking myself this morning. Why am i so angry? and what or whom am i angry at or with? God says i will keep in perfect peace those whose mind is stayed on me and with all this emotions churning inside me i don't understand what this means. Its easy to agree even think you are doing something simply because you agree in theory but that is such a subtle trap we all unknowingly fall into. Just coz you agree with something doesn't mean you are doing it. Turned a year older on Tuesday and that is always a time of review and reassessment.I have to sit down look at ...

Sometimes the hardest thing in life is knowing which bridges to cross and which to burn. And sometimes a man meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it. If it simply comes all in the beginning it wouldn't be better. Cherish your visions; cherish your ideals;cherish the music that stirs in your heart,the beauty that forms in your mind,the loveliness that drapes your purest thoughts,for out of them will grow delightful conditions,all heavenly environment;all of these if you but remain true to them,your world will at last be built. They only fall that strive to move,or lose that care to keep. Weeping may endure for a night,but joy cometh in the morning.

Njogu body lay on a cold cement floor besides many other more gruesome looking bodies. That was all that was in store for him no dignity but that wasn't so surprising considering he never had much use for it even while he trampled doggedly in life. Dignity was a word that he had no use for personally or for others. There lay bodies beside him on top of him stacked haphazardly, with deep cuts congealing with blood, some had various body parts missing though some of those limbs were strewn all over. It seemed a bad road accident had taken place and the casualties kept steadily rising expaining the bodies with huge cuts and missing body parts. The city motuary was where all bodies of any questionable death were brought such as road accidents,murder or any where the cause of death was not known. Njogu had ended up here from Mukuru Kayaba where some criminals had been involved in a shooting with police officers of the dreaded isukuti squad. His body was riddled with suprisingly not bull...

Clarity is the last thing you are clinging to and must let go of. I have never had clarity what i have always had is trust.