BLOSSOM GRAM

  So who is Man? How do you paint a man? A man, how do you define a man? Google is also confused as to who a man is; an adult male, I do know adult males who are still boys but okay. It also says; that man is a person of either sex, a person… But is every person a man? I don’t think I am currently capable of answering such a question. I will talk about the man though, well, man as I have seen through the ages I have been here. Man is strong; society and evolution have made us know this as a fact. Man can only ever be strong. And yes, most of us, go through life, being these characters that follow the unwritten constitution of who a man is supposed to be. If a random stranger asked you who a man is; you would have a couple of things to say and they may or may not be true. But they are there. Men in my opinion are the weakest creatures. Yes we are strong there’s no doubt about that but it is very easy for us to break. Well, we only need to find that which breaks us and at this po

Dear Marriage, You should know If I could write you a love song It would go on and on and on and on ‘Cause I see forever in your arms So, keep on holding on and on and on and on and on Marriage, I am both excited and afraid of this passage. I think in as much as we like marriage, we should also hope that marriage would like us back. If the marriage doesn’t like you then it's pretty bad, but if it does then marriage is sweet, or so I have been told and imagined, well mostly imagined. I genuinely cannot wait for wife privilege, (wife privilege na this weather would really slap walai, lakini mlisema wishes sio horses ama hiyo proverb ilikuwa aje). Man, my teacher of English (enhee, jeshi ya English teacher) would really be disappointed. (I am spiraling again) In less than 12 hours, one of my boys is getting married. I think he knew and the weather favors him a lot, but the one thing I love about the whole thing is I have looked at them and they like each other. I have

Dear Reader, I have hit a wall again. Maybe I will find some enlightenment by writing or maybe I won’t but I just want to write. It’s been a long minute, I suppose it's been a month of unfinished pieces. Some about love, hurt, confusion, perspective, choices, decisions, will, pain, aargh its a lot, and the thoughts keep flooding in, ideas keep flowing and now I am drowning in them. I wish I’d get a hand to hold on to and maybe breathe a little, calm down a bit and write. This sounds so repetitive but so have been my weeks and life. I’ve been repeating the same cycle for a long time, wake up, sleep, wake up, have a long pause where I am in a trance and things just happen then I sleep again. Maybe I laugh, make people laugh, look at people and wonder what kind of creatures they really are, then go back to “my cycle”. Wait did I mention jealousy. Jealousy is ugly; I hate it; it has me therapizing myself, wondering who this cold persona is; but maybe that “guy” lives; he just never