The Train Ride
As Emily gazed out the window of the train she saw her dad-waving goodbye, his face had a bright smile, but when Emily looked into his eye she saw sadness. She was off to live with her mother in Roscoe; this was a four-hour train ride from Chicago to Roscoe. It would be a little over two hours but there are zaidi stops on this train ought. Dad was only sending her because he felt she would have a better life. Emily disagrees, she hated her mother, and she was cruel, heartless and hated the sight of Emily. She new better he dad lied to her, he knew she was find living with him but he found another wife. Emily never met her but she new her name, Rita Mildew. The train smell of horrible human waist and dried up food, why was she stuck on here alone. Now that she thinks back most of her Marafiki did not car she was leaving, Amber her best friend for 4 years gave her a card but she did not even sigh it. Emily was a very shy girl, were they just pity friend! Was all there wonderful memories a lie, are they all sitting at Ambers house laughing at her saying there glad she is gone? Tears formed in her eyes at the thought, her dad laid to her, her so-called friends, suddenly silent tears poured down her face.
“I’m sorry to bother wewe miss but may I sit here?” alisema a soft males voice from behind her. He turned to she his face; there beside her stood a young man around her age, 15 au 16. He had chokoleti brown hair the shine in the train’s florescent lights; he had matching eyes to go with his hair. He was tall about 5’11” wearing a leather jacked and baggy black jeans.
Struggling to find her voice Emily whispered “ sure”
He thanks her he warmly and sat down across from her, she continued to stare out the window but aliiba glances at the boy for he was something different. About ten minuets later she was tired of staring at the passing trees she turned to face him keeping her head down. He studied her for a moment, she had a rare red color of hair, he noticed she also had light blue eyes that were clouded with nervousness’, she wore blue jeans and a dark blue tank juu that made her eyes pop. He watched as her read hair gently swung from side to side, he was deciding wreathes au not he should talk to her. Wondering if she was a catty Cathy au a silent bird.
Clearing his throat he said, “ What’s your name?” Shocked he has alisema anything at all she gazed in to his eyes and spoke in a whisper.
“Emily Smith, yours?
“I’m Trevor Lead, where are wewe headed?” he laughed at him self inside at his failure at small talk, Emily since this too but continued
“I’m going to live with my mom in Roscoe, dad alisema he thought I would be better off at her house but I know he is engaged to a women I have never met. He wants to be alone with her. He never much cared for me.” She half smiled then what back to looking at her plane white snickers. That reminded him of his mother, he was running away from her. She got pregnant at 16 years old, when the dad found out he ran for it. About a mwezi zamani he found out that she was going to have adoration with him, the only reason she did not go through with it was because he came out 2 mwezi early. She never wanted him; she was always saying he screwed up her life. She now sat at nyumbani all siku smoking and drinking bia with no life, Jim her boyfriend now works and pays her bills. Jim deserved better then his lazy…Mother!
“Why did wewe live with him so long if he dose not care for you?” he wondered if something of the same thing happened to her, that the mom dumped her new baby on the dad.
“I like him better then mom, dad would at least act like he loved… my like a dad, but mom treats me like I’m dog crap. She never agreed properly to let… me come stay with her. She got pregnant at 20, they lived to gather for 2 years au so and the she just out of the blue left! I’m sorry I bet wewe really don’t care… about this”
“The truth be tolled I do. I have the same thing going on in away. I’m running away from my mom, he loathes me. She was going to have an abortion 7 months pregnant with me but then I came out early. I found out a mwezi ago. She is always reminding me that I screwed up her life, now she smokes and drinks al siku long.” Emily could see the ping of hurt deep inside his eye before he looked away.
“Are wewe going to um… live with your… dad?” she managed out
“ Oh no, he ran out on my mother when he found out she was having me. But what I have heard from my mom’s …friends he was a real pervert. He smiled a little Emily liked him; he was easier to talk to and understood what she was going through. She hoped he wound not bother him to keep the conversation going.
“ I have a … question, um did wewe ever have … pity friends?” he glanced at her in confusion, “ wewe know Marafiki that were only your Marafiki because the feel sorry for you?” he thought back, yea he has. drake Simon, the little… he nodded yes.
“ Me too, all of them, the did not car at all that I was leaving. Um... “ She stopped she did now know what to siku to him. But she did not have to for he spoke not have paid any attention to her mumbling
“Have wewe ever wanted to disappear and go were no one wewe hate could ever find you? Its not like running away, when wewe run away there is always a change they will find you. What I’m saying is, create wewe own world and not be afraid of what others think?” Emily was never asked this before. She knew the answer right away
“Yea, I would upendo to get way from mom and dad I would upendo to for get my stresses and forget my troubles. But sadly there is not place like that,” she stared out the widow once zaidi now realizing it was raining. She watched at to rain drops raced each other to get to the bottom. They were silence between them Trevor listened to the sound of the other passengers. Some complaining about how dirty the train was, others talking about there hard siku of work, and some wining about the rain. He gazed at Emily as she looked out the window, wishing his mother had a kind nature like Emily. He never met anyone like her on the streets of Chicago and he bet he would never find another like her anywhere else.
“Emily?” he asked quietly, “How old are you? I’m 16” he was hoping she was his age, she looked young for her age but that might be because she had the natural look, no make up. In his opinion girls looked better that way.
“I’m also 16, turn 17 in two months” wow she was older then him. Again there was silence, he rain his hand thought his hair thinking out what to say next.
“What is your mom like?” this startled Emily.
“She is a cruel women who thinks she can have what ever she wants when she wants it. She thinks wewe should drop whatever your doing just to meet her needs. Its pathetic!” She opened her mouth again but closed it, after a few sekunde she got up sand whispered, “ be right back” then headed to the bathrooms.
Emily did not care for the bathrooms for the smelled worse the seating aria on the train. Diapers with poop in them were thrown at the wall, pee stains were al over the toilet and on the floor, and it made her want to puke. As she entered the bathroom a full smell of throw up hit her in the face, she could hold it. She glanced at the clock resting above the toilet; she had about 3 hors to go. She rushed out of the bathroom and back to her seen inayofuata to the window.
“That was fast” Trevor alisema with a smile as he watched her sit back down.
“I-am-not- going-in –there!” she alisema trying to breathe for she had help her breath running back. Trevor laughed at her, “what”
“ Nothing its just wewe different, your not like other people I have met.” This time Emily laughed
“ How many times have wewe heard that story in a book au movie!” He smiled a weak smile then turned. “ Oh! I’m Sorry its just… I thought it was cute… but-”
“Cheesy I know.” He turned away more
“Oh, I always screw this up! Please don’t be made at me! You’re the only person I have ever met that understands,” he chuckled a little “ yea I know that has been over done before too,” he finally faced her meeting her eyes.
“I know we just met but I like wewe Emily and I want to get to know wewe more!” he alisema flashing a brilliant smile
“Well we do have about 3 hours left, tell me-”
“ You’re getting off at roscoe right?” she nodded “ wewe get off in 1 saa they announced that when wewe were in the bath room.” She groaned; her dumb dad read the ticket wrong. And dummy her forgot to read it over.
She thought of a swali quick, “ what kinds of muziki do wewe like?” he pondered the thought,
“ Well I upendo rock, metal, and very little country, why did wewe ask me that?”
“I just wanted to know I mean he I can’t like a guy that’s all into rap!” she joked, laughing she asked “what about bands?” he searched into his pocket and pulled out his ipod then handed it to Emily after rewrapping the white headphones around it. She skimmed through his artists and songs, there were bands like Three days Gracing, Fall Out Boy, ECT. She gave it back with a smile. Time passed as the chatted about bila mpangilio things, school, parents, things of that sort. When it was about 5 minuets till she had to get off Emily asked
“ Want to get off with me?” she alisema with hope
“ If I did where would I go live, with wewe and your mom? I don’t think she would like that very much. I would upendo to but I must proceed and get off in Janesville, I’m sorry.” All his hope was gone. But clearly he new nothing of geography, Emily popped up and yelled
“My mom lives 30 au so dakika away from where you’re going! Here,” she griped his hand and scribbled don her phone number. Then the intercom kicked on and announced, we are not at stop Roscoe!” As she got up she kissed his cheek “Bye” she whispered as she headed out the door.
Trevor garbed his phone and dialed her number she picked up “ Hello?”
“Hey it me!”
“ I thought wewe would never call” she alisema he could here the smile in her voice.
As Emily gazed out the window of the train she saw her dad-waving goodbye, his face had a bright smile, but when Emily looked into his eye she saw sadness. She was off to live with her mother in Roscoe; this was a four-hour train ride from Chicago to Roscoe. It would be a little over two hours but there are zaidi stops on this train ought. Dad was only sending her because he felt she would have a better life. Emily disagrees, she hated her mother, and she was cruel, heartless and hated the sight of Emily. She new better he dad lied to her, he knew she was find living with him but he found another wife. Emily never met her but she new her name, Rita Mildew. The train smell of horrible human waist and dried up food, why was she stuck on here alone. Now that she thinks back most of her Marafiki did not car she was leaving, Amber her best friend for 4 years gave her a card but she did not even sigh it. Emily was a very shy girl, were they just pity friend! Was all there wonderful memories a lie, are they all sitting at Ambers house laughing at her saying there glad she is gone? Tears formed in her eyes at the thought, her dad laid to her, her so-called friends, suddenly silent tears poured down her face.
“I’m sorry to bother wewe miss but may I sit here?” alisema a soft males voice from behind her. He turned to she his face; there beside her stood a young man around her age, 15 au 16. He had chokoleti brown hair the shine in the train’s florescent lights; he had matching eyes to go with his hair. He was tall about 5’11” wearing a leather jacked and baggy black jeans.
Struggling to find her voice Emily whispered “ sure”
He thanks her he warmly and sat down across from her, she continued to stare out the window but aliiba glances at the boy for he was something different. About ten minuets later she was tired of staring at the passing trees she turned to face him keeping her head down. He studied her for a moment, she had a rare red color of hair, he noticed she also had light blue eyes that were clouded with nervousness’, she wore blue jeans and a dark blue tank juu that made her eyes pop. He watched as her read hair gently swung from side to side, he was deciding wreathes au not he should talk to her. Wondering if she was a catty Cathy au a silent bird.
Clearing his throat he said, “ What’s your name?” Shocked he has alisema anything at all she gazed in to his eyes and spoke in a whisper.
“Emily Smith, yours?
“I’m Trevor Lead, where are wewe headed?” he laughed at him self inside at his failure at small talk, Emily since this too but continued
“I’m going to live with my mom in Roscoe, dad alisema he thought I would be better off at her house but I know he is engaged to a women I have never met. He wants to be alone with her. He never much cared for me.” She half smiled then what back to looking at her plane white snickers. That reminded him of his mother, he was running away from her. She got pregnant at 16 years old, when the dad found out he ran for it. About a mwezi zamani he found out that she was going to have adoration with him, the only reason she did not go through with it was because he came out 2 mwezi early. She never wanted him; she was always saying he screwed up her life. She now sat at nyumbani all siku smoking and drinking bia with no life, Jim her boyfriend now works and pays her bills. Jim deserved better then his lazy…Mother!
“Why did wewe live with him so long if he dose not care for you?” he wondered if something of the same thing happened to her, that the mom dumped her new baby on the dad.
“I like him better then mom, dad would at least act like he loved… my like a dad, but mom treats me like I’m dog crap. She never agreed properly to let… me come stay with her. She got pregnant at 20, they lived to gather for 2 years au so and the she just out of the blue left! I’m sorry I bet wewe really don’t care… about this”
“The truth be tolled I do. I have the same thing going on in away. I’m running away from my mom, he loathes me. She was going to have an abortion 7 months pregnant with me but then I came out early. I found out a mwezi ago. She is always reminding me that I screwed up her life, now she smokes and drinks al siku long.” Emily could see the ping of hurt deep inside his eye before he looked away.
“Are wewe going to um… live with your… dad?” she managed out
“ Oh no, he ran out on my mother when he found out she was having me. But what I have heard from my mom’s …friends he was a real pervert. He smiled a little Emily liked him; he was easier to talk to and understood what she was going through. She hoped he wound not bother him to keep the conversation going.
“ I have a … question, um did wewe ever have … pity friends?” he glanced at her in confusion, “ wewe know Marafiki that were only your Marafiki because the feel sorry for you?” he thought back, yea he has. drake Simon, the little… he nodded yes.
“ Me too, all of them, the did not car at all that I was leaving. Um... “ She stopped she did now know what to siku to him. But she did not have to for he spoke not have paid any attention to her mumbling
“Have wewe ever wanted to disappear and go were no one wewe hate could ever find you? Its not like running away, when wewe run away there is always a change they will find you. What I’m saying is, create wewe own world and not be afraid of what others think?” Emily was never asked this before. She knew the answer right away
“Yea, I would upendo to get way from mom and dad I would upendo to for get my stresses and forget my troubles. But sadly there is not place like that,” she stared out the widow once zaidi now realizing it was raining. She watched at to rain drops raced each other to get to the bottom. They were silence between them Trevor listened to the sound of the other passengers. Some complaining about how dirty the train was, others talking about there hard siku of work, and some wining about the rain. He gazed at Emily as she looked out the window, wishing his mother had a kind nature like Emily. He never met anyone like her on the streets of Chicago and he bet he would never find another like her anywhere else.
“Emily?” he asked quietly, “How old are you? I’m 16” he was hoping she was his age, she looked young for her age but that might be because she had the natural look, no make up. In his opinion girls looked better that way.
“I’m also 16, turn 17 in two months” wow she was older then him. Again there was silence, he rain his hand thought his hair thinking out what to say next.
“What is your mom like?” this startled Emily.
“She is a cruel women who thinks she can have what ever she wants when she wants it. She thinks wewe should drop whatever your doing just to meet her needs. Its pathetic!” She opened her mouth again but closed it, after a few sekunde she got up sand whispered, “ be right back” then headed to the bathrooms.
Emily did not care for the bathrooms for the smelled worse the seating aria on the train. Diapers with poop in them were thrown at the wall, pee stains were al over the toilet and on the floor, and it made her want to puke. As she entered the bathroom a full smell of throw up hit her in the face, she could hold it. She glanced at the clock resting above the toilet; she had about 3 hors to go. She rushed out of the bathroom and back to her seen inayofuata to the window.
“That was fast” Trevor alisema with a smile as he watched her sit back down.
“I-am-not- going-in –there!” she alisema trying to breathe for she had help her breath running back. Trevor laughed at her, “what”
“ Nothing its just wewe different, your not like other people I have met.” This time Emily laughed
“ How many times have wewe heard that story in a book au movie!” He smiled a weak smile then turned. “ Oh! I’m Sorry its just… I thought it was cute… but-”
“Cheesy I know.” He turned away more
“Oh, I always screw this up! Please don’t be made at me! You’re the only person I have ever met that understands,” he chuckled a little “ yea I know that has been over done before too,” he finally faced her meeting her eyes.
“I know we just met but I like wewe Emily and I want to get to know wewe more!” he alisema flashing a brilliant smile
“Well we do have about 3 hours left, tell me-”
“ You’re getting off at roscoe right?” she nodded “ wewe get off in 1 saa they announced that when wewe were in the bath room.” She groaned; her dumb dad read the ticket wrong. And dummy her forgot to read it over.
She thought of a swali quick, “ what kinds of muziki do wewe like?” he pondered the thought,
“ Well I upendo rock, metal, and very little country, why did wewe ask me that?”
“I just wanted to know I mean he I can’t like a guy that’s all into rap!” she joked, laughing she asked “what about bands?” he searched into his pocket and pulled out his ipod then handed it to Emily after rewrapping the white headphones around it. She skimmed through his artists and songs, there were bands like Three days Gracing, Fall Out Boy, ECT. She gave it back with a smile. Time passed as the chatted about bila mpangilio things, school, parents, things of that sort. When it was about 5 minuets till she had to get off Emily asked
“ Want to get off with me?” she alisema with hope
“ If I did where would I go live, with wewe and your mom? I don’t think she would like that very much. I would upendo to but I must proceed and get off in Janesville, I’m sorry.” All his hope was gone. But clearly he new nothing of geography, Emily popped up and yelled
“My mom lives 30 au so dakika away from where you’re going! Here,” she griped his hand and scribbled don her phone number. Then the intercom kicked on and announced, we are not at stop Roscoe!” As she got up she kissed his cheek “Bye” she whispered as she headed out the door.
Trevor garbed his phone and dialed her number she picked up “ Hello?”
“Hey it me!”
“ I thought wewe would never call” she alisema he could here the smile in her voice.
Her eyes sparkled like a precious stone
Her moyo was much golden than her hair
her charming hair flew in the air
.......But I knew she had an aimless life
Every part of her body was filled with an innocent tear
But I made her comfy and told her dear,
nobody is useless.
As she heard this,
every part of her body went fearless.
In a hand I saw a pearl...
& that hand was of the blonde girl.
The moyo has long been considered to be where feelings of upendo dwell.In upendo songs throughout the ages,love almost always goes together with the heart.The moyo has continuously been viewed as the place where upendo begins and develops.Even the Bible gives quote to upendo and the heart.
The role of the moyo in upendo must come from what happens to it when a person feels strongly attracted to someone.The strong feelings for the other person,especially in the early stages of a relationship,have the results that the moyo starts beating faster and breathing starts speeding up.
According to psychologists,a upendo relationship is a situation that involves a lot of stress and the body reacts to this kwa getting ready to face the unknown.This has veen called the 'fight au flight' reaction,meeting danger kwa fighting it au running away.So with love,the moyo accelerates and breathing becomes quick.
The role of the moyo in upendo must come from what happens to it when a person feels strongly attracted to someone.The strong feelings for the other person,especially in the early stages of a relationship,have the results that the moyo starts beating faster and breathing starts speeding up.
According to psychologists,a upendo relationship is a situation that involves a lot of stress and the body reacts to this kwa getting ready to face the unknown.This has veen called the 'fight au flight' reaction,meeting danger kwa fighting it au running away.So with love,the moyo accelerates and breathing becomes quick.
now standing on last siku of mwaka
i look back and see smiles and tears
somedays it was new too
somedays our mailboxes were filled with greetings
greetings of arrival of 01/01/2011
siku kwa siku we got used to
night kwa night we got close
so many starts so many ends
so many left so many got friends
learnt so much taught so much
learnt to smile learnt to give
learnt to die learnt to live
with loads of hugs and kisses
bye bye 2011
inayofuata time we'll say
"damn our moyo still misses
THE 2011"
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.they wanted a longer makala :P
i look back and see smiles and tears
somedays it was new too
somedays our mailboxes were filled with greetings
greetings of arrival of 01/01/2011
siku kwa siku we got used to
night kwa night we got close
so many starts so many ends
so many left so many got friends
learnt so much taught so much
learnt to smile learnt to give
learnt to die learnt to live
with loads of hugs and kisses
bye bye 2011
inayofuata time we'll say
"damn our moyo still misses
THE 2011"
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.they wanted a longer makala :P