Zean sat on his kitanda with his Zeal. He looked at “her” with upendo but pain in his eyes. He was about to play something but stopped when his door was knocked. It was Ben. “ Ben, what are wewe doing here? Its mid…” he wasn’t completed when Ben alisema “its just 4:45 p.m. it isn’t midnight. Zean, I don’t know about you. But I know our Zean. Please don’t try to bury your past in your moyo coz it will occupy the room, which happiness and joy should own. It isn’t midnight and neither your life…. Don’t make it midnight. Well gotta go. I promised Ilm to teach him to play drums, he would be waiting. Bye” “Ben…” Ben was about to open the door when Zean called him. Ben turned back with smile and looked at him. “ didn’t wewe forget something?” he asked “ nopes … I didn’t” alisema Ben. Then only Ilm came with delight “we are going to watch out latest blockbuster…..me, Mira, and everyone. We’ll see wewe later” “ohk bye bring me some chocolates” alisema Ben. Again he stood up but this time Zean also stood up. He alisema “ Ben I wanna talk…. If wewe have time..” Ben alisema “ oh yeah of course I do have…” “ but your schedule..?” asked Zean… “ I can give up my schedule for wewe my friend” alisema Ben. Those two boys sat together reducing the volume of T.V. Zean started with “ Ben….. I ….”
(WELLA GUYS STORY IS ABOUT TO END.. inayofuata CHAPTER WOULD BE LAST ONE…..SOOOOOOOOOOP WAITA FOR IT
YOURS: RICHA )
(WELLA GUYS STORY IS ABOUT TO END.. inayofuata CHAPTER WOULD BE LAST ONE…..SOOOOOOOOOOP WAITA FOR IT
YOURS: RICHA )
There’s the shadow of a plane
The sound of an engine,
Flying in the rain.
Please, take me away.
Raise my hands to
Touch the sky.
Wish I could fly to the moon,
Maybe tonight.
Feet glued to the street,
I just have to
Reach.
Hey,
Hey, I just heard a plane
Fly over my place
Please, say that magic word
And take me far away?
This is just a short poem, inspired kwa Erin McCarley's song, "Bobble Head". I find working from songs a good way to cure my writer's block. It gives me a little push in the right direction. So if you're having trouble, try that :)
The sound of an engine,
Flying in the rain.
Please, take me away.
Raise my hands to
Touch the sky.
Wish I could fly to the moon,
Maybe tonight.
Feet glued to the street,
I just have to
Reach.
Hey,
Hey, I just heard a plane
Fly over my place
Please, say that magic word
And take me far away?
This is just a short poem, inspired kwa Erin McCarley's song, "Bobble Head". I find working from songs a good way to cure my writer's block. It gives me a little push in the right direction. So if you're having trouble, try that :)
I don't believe you.
I really don't
After all these years
This is what wewe give me?
Why did wewe break up with me?
I don't understand.
wewe were so close with me
And then that tech freak came by
And wewe left me.
wewe abandoned me.
Why did wewe dump me?
Such a close friend of mine.
Laughing with me all these years
Crying with me.
Now, wewe leave me.
Why?
I don't understand anything that happened.
Why can't happy things happen
In this world?
Why do things have to be so sad?
I can't accept that it happened.
Because I am still a close friend
Of yours
But I can't accept the facts.
I just can't.
I really don't
After all these years
This is what wewe give me?
Why did wewe break up with me?
I don't understand.
wewe were so close with me
And then that tech freak came by
And wewe left me.
wewe abandoned me.
Why did wewe dump me?
Such a close friend of mine.
Laughing with me all these years
Crying with me.
Now, wewe leave me.
Why?
I don't understand anything that happened.
Why can't happy things happen
In this world?
Why do things have to be so sad?
I can't accept that it happened.
Because I am still a close friend
Of yours
But I can't accept the facts.
I just can't.
