And so he sat. Loving her
company, hating her
All that he had, could not equate to what he could be.
She loved all that he was, placing an air tight cap, on his capacity.
But he wanted more.
So he hated her sectretly, for all she could not see.
I have to confess,
it is strange to write to you,
As every time I step on stage,
I take you with me too.
In English enunciations crisp as morning dew
In sing speaking Kiswahili,
That play lulabys and bed time stories,
My first imaginative and schollarly journeys,
My earliest memories,
You are omnipresent to my existance.
To the extent that, when I get on stage,
Talking to you gives me a sense
Of talking to oneself.
I am only able to take you with me on stage,
Because you gave and gave and gave,
So today I would just like to say