“well I got the notice we will have no class today.. everyone is busy in preparation of the function. They should declare it as a holiday.. oh yeah…. Hello are wewe listening… hujambo wake up… its irritating” my friend was saying this to me au it should be alisema that this was speech of substitute class leader to leader. “ yp.. I got that no class today and everyone is…” I alisema this to her to onyesha that I was attentive to what she was saying but what I got was harsh dialog “ shut up… I am not asking to repeat my words… I am the best leader… I am the best there is none like me…. What happened to that huh? She spoke then I told her that she was in charge but she walked away saying that she was not interested at least when I was present. My kiti, kiti cha partner woke me when it was 3rd period and told me that we were supposed to go in campus.
We went there and I went to my place from where I could see everything.. my friend came and sat inayofuata to me… she alisema “ see tell me what are wewe hiding… I know there is something wrong… your eyes are red as if wewe did not sleep last night.. your lips and all are dry as if wewe are tired’ “ the ground is so big nah????” I alisema looking to the ground. She shouted with anger and sadness “ I don’t know for what wewe are speaking”. Now I thought there was no use to hide anything from her so I told her “ well yesterday she called me and asked me to take part in the art competition… I was not able to say her no but wewe know my art… wewe know I don’t like that.. I was collecting matter and all… well its strange competition announcement is done just two days before….” I wanted to say something else but I heard some footsteps coming to us I saw a girl of 7th class coming to me… she came and asked me “didi do wewe have any problem in combing your hair… I am sorry if I it something wrong but they are asking” I looked there and found her Marafiki so I again looked at her and alisema “ no I don’t” she again ran away saying “ I don’t believe her” I looked her as if I wanted to say “ I don’t need your trust” my friend again started with saying “ wewe know wewe are not worried about art wewe are afraid of competitions… I don’t know why wewe are sticking to that single failure why don’t wewe see your victory… well lets go… it time to go to class”
inayofuata siku was also easy. But then came the night before siku of competition. I slept as if I am free. So inayofuata siku woke up at 3:30 means half an saa before my usual time. I looked up the sky and saw it full of stars which never die even if clouds come in front of them. They are still there.. as the same I am also here just dark clouds are in front of me.
I was getting ready and while combing my hairs I realized that I spoke a lie… I do face problem in combing them coz it is very shiny… anyways I found a place to stand in shade. Because the competition was in nearby school I was supposed to go alone. My mind was thinking that am I confident or… thinking this only I reached there. I felt nervous and my eyes were looking for my schoolmates. I got them but still my moyo was searching for someone. Later I found that special person we both saw each other but none was an able to talk. We just thought that we used to talk fight and shout… we had a different world in which there was none only me and you…. Our lips were sewed and as we tried to cut that kengele rang and we went to our desk.
This was not my aim to meet that fellow but it was to win… so I utilized my 2 hrs in making mine best. I don’t know why I liked art that time. I got that art was the world of imagination which moves according to me… it was the first time when I was not irritated kwa art… thanks to that friend who forced me to take part… At last I completed it and then after submitting that I saw that the bus of my friend’s school was gone… I was unable to talk… But now I stood and asked my teacher if I could go. I was not worried about result coz I thought there were over 500 talents and who am I from that just a part of that crowd. I thought my field is science maths and literature. Art is not my cup of tea. inayofuata siku we were again called from school coz the winner would be declared that day. I went and sat there as if I was sure that I was of no use there. I looked at the ground and thought it is also good. And I don’t know what I was thinking but my ears caught the vibration which called out my name I looked at the girl inayofuata to me she alisema “ well any Connasian named Richa Mishra won. Her school will win many prizes” she was looking to stage. And I ran there, my moyo was beating faster than ever and then I alisema I am I am Richa. From the stage I was able to see the population if nearly 800 students. I took my prize and when it was my time to say something in this I had no words… I just alisema “ till 3 dakika before I was part of the crowd there and now I am the winner of this competition.. I am standing here holding this prize. That’s all I want to say if wewe want to have something wewe never had wewe have to something wewe never did”
inayofuata siku I shoed my prize to my best friend in school and just alisema “ I did”. At that time I was clearly enjoying my leap from CORE TO SEVENTH SKY….
We went there and I went to my place from where I could see everything.. my friend came and sat inayofuata to me… she alisema “ see tell me what are wewe hiding… I know there is something wrong… your eyes are red as if wewe did not sleep last night.. your lips and all are dry as if wewe are tired’ “ the ground is so big nah????” I alisema looking to the ground. She shouted with anger and sadness “ I don’t know for what wewe are speaking”. Now I thought there was no use to hide anything from her so I told her “ well yesterday she called me and asked me to take part in the art competition… I was not able to say her no but wewe know my art… wewe know I don’t like that.. I was collecting matter and all… well its strange competition announcement is done just two days before….” I wanted to say something else but I heard some footsteps coming to us I saw a girl of 7th class coming to me… she came and asked me “didi do wewe have any problem in combing your hair… I am sorry if I it something wrong but they are asking” I looked there and found her Marafiki so I again looked at her and alisema “ no I don’t” she again ran away saying “ I don’t believe her” I looked her as if I wanted to say “ I don’t need your trust” my friend again started with saying “ wewe know wewe are not worried about art wewe are afraid of competitions… I don’t know why wewe are sticking to that single failure why don’t wewe see your victory… well lets go… it time to go to class”
inayofuata siku was also easy. But then came the night before siku of competition. I slept as if I am free. So inayofuata siku woke up at 3:30 means half an saa before my usual time. I looked up the sky and saw it full of stars which never die even if clouds come in front of them. They are still there.. as the same I am also here just dark clouds are in front of me.
I was getting ready and while combing my hairs I realized that I spoke a lie… I do face problem in combing them coz it is very shiny… anyways I found a place to stand in shade. Because the competition was in nearby school I was supposed to go alone. My mind was thinking that am I confident or… thinking this only I reached there. I felt nervous and my eyes were looking for my schoolmates. I got them but still my moyo was searching for someone. Later I found that special person we both saw each other but none was an able to talk. We just thought that we used to talk fight and shout… we had a different world in which there was none only me and you…. Our lips were sewed and as we tried to cut that kengele rang and we went to our desk.
This was not my aim to meet that fellow but it was to win… so I utilized my 2 hrs in making mine best. I don’t know why I liked art that time. I got that art was the world of imagination which moves according to me… it was the first time when I was not irritated kwa art… thanks to that friend who forced me to take part… At last I completed it and then after submitting that I saw that the bus of my friend’s school was gone… I was unable to talk… But now I stood and asked my teacher if I could go. I was not worried about result coz I thought there were over 500 talents and who am I from that just a part of that crowd. I thought my field is science maths and literature. Art is not my cup of tea. inayofuata siku we were again called from school coz the winner would be declared that day. I went and sat there as if I was sure that I was of no use there. I looked at the ground and thought it is also good. And I don’t know what I was thinking but my ears caught the vibration which called out my name I looked at the girl inayofuata to me she alisema “ well any Connasian named Richa Mishra won. Her school will win many prizes” she was looking to stage. And I ran there, my moyo was beating faster than ever and then I alisema I am I am Richa. From the stage I was able to see the population if nearly 800 students. I took my prize and when it was my time to say something in this I had no words… I just alisema “ till 3 dakika before I was part of the crowd there and now I am the winner of this competition.. I am standing here holding this prize. That’s all I want to say if wewe want to have something wewe never had wewe have to something wewe never did”
inayofuata siku I shoed my prize to my best friend in school and just alisema “ I did”. At that time I was clearly enjoying my leap from CORE TO SEVENTH SKY….
upset
and so many thoughts
circling around
your head,
wewe try to make
this right,
to find the best way
so wewe could feel better,
so wewe could be free.
Pain will never
go away,
it always stays
to remember you
that life is not a dream,
life is unpredictable.
Endless questions,
so many "Why",
but the answer
we will
never find!
The strength within
will not let us crack,
life is unpredictable,
who's to say?
Today you're happy,
and yet
despair waits
stealthily
to engulf you.
But,
wewe need to be prepared.
Not only bad things
happen to bad people.
Unfortunately,
so many pure,
honored hearts
have been broken for
so many times,
in so many pieces,
and yet
they live,
they live with
their agony,
they live with
their groan,
but they live,
tho their eyes are
always sad,
their hearts are
still softly.
Therefore
they know...
Therefore
they are...
The brightest star
that shines
in the dark,
that spark of hope
for all of us
who deserve better.
When wewe look at the night sky, what do wewe see?
In my eyes,
I see the moon as a peaceful spirit,
watching over me.
When wewe stop and listen to the wind, what do wewe hear?
In my eyes,
The wind sings to me and tells tales.
When wewe feel the sun on your back, what do wewe think?
In my eyes,
The sun reaches out and gives me a warm smile.
When wewe hear a flowing stream, how does it sound?
In my eyes,
The stream is floating in my moyo and soul, drifting on and on.
When wewe look at me, what do wewe see?
In my eyes,
I see an average girl who is silently struggling inside.
But that's all in my eyes.
In my eyes,
I see the moon as a peaceful spirit,
watching over me.
When wewe stop and listen to the wind, what do wewe hear?
In my eyes,
The wind sings to me and tells tales.
When wewe feel the sun on your back, what do wewe think?
In my eyes,
The sun reaches out and gives me a warm smile.
When wewe hear a flowing stream, how does it sound?
In my eyes,
The stream is floating in my moyo and soul, drifting on and on.
When wewe look at me, what do wewe see?
In my eyes,
I see an average girl who is silently struggling inside.
But that's all in my eyes.
Its too dark
Too dark to see what is going on
Tripping over the couch
Slamming into the wall
stepping on the remote
It was too dark
The undone dishes
The scattered roses
The broken picture
My broken heart
It was too dark
Believing it would change
That he would change
A Waste
A waste of my time
My Effort
The “No Messages” left on my phone
It was too dark
It was too dark to see what had happened
Too dark to try to fix things
Its just too dark
Someone turn on the light
That light bulb in my head of what Ive done wrong
Its too dark
Too dark to see what is going on
Tripping over the couch
Slamming into the wall
stepping on the remote
It was too dark
The undone dishes
The scattered roses
The broken picture
My broken heart
It was too dark
Believing it would change
That he would change
A Waste
A waste of my time
My Effort
The “No Messages” left on my phone
It was too dark
It was too dark to see what had happened
Too dark to try to fix things
Its just too dark
Someone turn on the light
That light bulb in my head of what Ive done wrong
Its too dark
Hi people. well im starting up an advice column for those people who need advice through situations and questions. If wewe yourself find your stuck in a problem barua pepe my account at dearannie_advice@hotmail.co.uk. this is my special account i use for people needing help. Dont worry anything wewe say will never be told to anyone else, thats my promise. If wewe dont think wewe trust me then send it to my fanpop account. im here to help those stuck.
please if wewe need advice, just try it.
the new Dear Annie
xxxxx
please if wewe need advice, just try it.
the new Dear Annie
xxxxx