Lo! where the Moon along the sky
Sails with her happy destiny;
Oft is she hid from mortal eye
Or dimly seen,
But when the clouds asunder fly
How bright her mien!
Far different we–a froward race,
Thousands though rich in Fortune’s grace
With cherished sullenness of pace
Their way pursue,
Ingrates who wear a smileless face
The whole year through
If kindred humours e’er would make
My spirit droop for drooping’s sake,
From Fancy following in thy wake,
Bright ship of heaven!
A counter impulse let me take
And be forgiven
Originally posted on JOURNALS OF A KENYAN BOY:
Yolla, due to the of occurrence of recent events I find it highly important to write this article.? The one thing that has been troubling the teenage mind mind from the dawn of time, NUDES. In the…
The dawn’s awake!
A flash of smoldering flame and fire
Ignites the East. Then, higher, higher,
O’er all the sky so gray, forlorn,
The torch of gold is borne
The Dawn’s awake!
The dawn of a thousand dreams and thrills.
And music singing in the hills
A pæan of eternal spring
Voices the new awakening
The Dawn’s awake!
Whispers of pent-up harmonies,
With the mingled fragrance of the trees;
Faint snatches of half-forgotten song—
Fathers! torn and numb,—
The boon of light we craved, awaited long,
Has come, has come!”
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:
The firefly wakens: waken thou with me
Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost,
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me
Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars,
And all thy heart lies open unto me
Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves
A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me
Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake:
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into my bosom and be lost in me
The most difficult age for any man should be between 24 and 29 years, the pressure to be something, to be someone is so immense.
When you look around you everyone seems to be doing something for themselves, people seem to be living a life you only dream of. You have applied for jobs and the results have been more disappointing than Besigye’s shot at Presidency.
Sadly this is the age when most guys lose it, the age when if not careful one is consumed by alcohol or drugs, because the disappointments become too much and you find alternative ways to face reality. Worse is when a few people you studied with have been lucky enough to land jobs, soon your circle of friends gets thinner – mostly they don’t even cut you out but you be real with yourself and cut yourself off.
Asylum is my little home in a prison. A tiny place of relaxation, fun and madness in greenlands.
Asylum is full of weird characters, I not excluded, in a fun way. Precisely the curse of the asylum.
One step into the room and you’ve lost it. With Lenny, Louisz and Tarus as the then ‘Horrible Bosses’ everything goes ka-boom. Lenny hitting some bass-notes and flying over The Piano . (With emphasis). You’d hear him say: congratu_f*****_lations , You don’t say….. Louisz, on the other end is literally the only guy who can make a 360º in bed and wail deep in the night. He dreams of a world where chicken would be the currency. Yeah, he is Luhya. Believe me. Then Tarus ‘Tarunyo’ , the silent killers kinds of person. An amazing poet. Lets say he treasures his bed like a throne. He was born old with the ability to choose wisdom and stupidity
“There are positive and negative aspects to everything. The breeze becomes a tornado- the ocean’s swell a tsunami- a campfire an inferno- a snowflake a blizzard- and man is no different.”
One of the most fascinating things about humanity is the incredible difference there is between the mindset of men and women. It oftens appears as though they come from different worlds. These differences are crystal clear especially when it comes to taking care of children.
Well life is not what is seems. Situations portray their negatives. People bear their negatives. It’s like water under the bridge.