I never thought it could possible happen to us here in Salem, a boring town in New England; but it did and the consequences from the action executed were fatal.
My senior year, I had high hopes. It was going to be the best mwaka of high school. I wasn’t going to deal with crazy obsessive drama I usually dealt with every year; I was going to have fun, party, celebrate my last mwaka of high school; then on to collage.
My best friend Nick and I were going to go to Chester Collage together. Sure we hadn’t been accepted in yet and we hadn’t sent in our applications, but it was our senior year, wewe get caught up in everything. Everything being your future, your newly found freedom, starting your life independently.
A mwezi into the school mwaka and everything was going great. The senior class had completely changed everyone stopped separating into groups. There was a party happening at the end of the week that the I guess maarufu click was throwing the entire senior class was invited.
October 5, 2012: The siku of the first senior party; the hole class was in a buzz. Excitement filled the class rooms and halls.
7:30 A.M
“Nick!” I shouted as I got out of Cassie’s old silver beaten up mini-van. Nick turned his head away from his group of Marafiki and smiled at me. He turned back to say goodbye to the group. My smile fading as he looked away. “It’s our senior year, why don’t wewe and Nick finally get together?” I rolled my eyes at Cassie.
“Don’t give me that. wewe like Nick; you’ve liked him for as long as I’ve known the two of you.” She was right but it wasn’t going to happen. “It’s not worth loosing our friendship over. He’s my oldest friend I can’t loose that.” She rolled her eyes and walked away as Nick walked up.
As soon as Nick couldn’t see her she turned around and made a kissing face towards us. I raised my eyebrows not amused. A confused look came over Nicks face and turned around. She snapped back up straight, smiled and ran off.
He turned back to me with a confused look. “What was that?” he pointed behind himself were Cassie had stood. I shook my head as if I didn’t know what he was talking about. He dropped it and moved on to something ells.
“Sarah?”
“Yes Nick?”
“I would be honored if wewe would let me walk wewe to your first class.” He smiled
“Why Nick, I would upendo to have wewe walk me to class.” I smiled back
We laughed as he swung his arm around my shoulders and walked towards the school.
“So” I started as Nick opened the front doors to the school for me. I smiled with a little head nod to the ground. “Yes.” Nick linked his arm into mine. “I was wondering if wewe would care to accompany me to the party tonight.” His cute but slightly devilish smile spread across his face. “I would.” That was that and we were off to the cafeteria for a small breakfast then History class.
8:00 A.M
We reached history class. At the open door Nick stepped back and held out his arm, looking like a perfect gentlemen. “After you.”
The class was completely full, we made it just before the kengele rang and the teacher walked in. “I’ve got a surprise wewe guys.” Everyone’s moods perked up, but this was a high school teacher dealing with, what looked like, a whole class of seniors pumped for a whole night of partying, just because she alisema she has a surprise for us doesn’t mean were going to like it.
I turned to Nick who was thinking the same thing. She held up a peace of paper stapled to at least five zaidi papers. “A quiz.” The entire class booed her. “I didn’t say wewe guys were going to like it.” she stated. “We didn’t even get to study.”
Snarky Parky, one of the few people in the senior class that didn’t like that everyone was getting along, sat right in front of me.
Her father was some big time lawyer in Boston, she got everything she wanted. She was what wewe seen in the sinema with the perfect blonde hair, always wearing something pink, always wearing expensive brands. She even had the perfect bitchy attitude towards anyone that was lower than her.. And with everything on juu of it she’s probably going to end up being valedictorian.
“Well Mrs. Parky I’m sorry, but its just what we’ve been learning for the past month; it shouldn’t be that difficult.” Anne-Marie rolled her eyes but didn’t continue the conversation.
The teacher put papers on the front row desks and told the students to pass it down. When Anne-Marie turned around to me she gave me a soft smile. I smiled back nicely.
Before high school, before her father being a big lawyer, we were really good friends; best friends. Then high school came and everything changed. I was never mad at her because it wasn’t just her, everyone I knew had changed to I wasn’t going to hold it just over her head. We don’t talk au hang out anymore but I am the only loser that she leaves alone.
I read over the test before starting it. Amazingly while kusoma it I was able to answer almost every swali before kusoma the multiple answers. I flew threw the test and waiting for everyone to finish.
9:30 A.M
An saa and a half later the kengele rang and we were released from class. “Wow, I feel so amazingly smart.” Nick alisema coming up behind me as we exited the class room.
“Why’s that?”
“Because I knew every question, either that au I totally flunked it thinking I did an amazing job.” Nick wasn’t the smartest student in the school but he passed his classes. “I’m sure wewe did fine.” He didn’t look convinced. I grabbed his hand and gave it a light squeeze. He smiled “Well I’m off to biology.” And I was off to P.E. in the opposite direction.
He held my hand till we were to far apart that our arms wouldn’t reach and he softly let go smiling before turning away. I know it’s crazy but every siku since the first time I met him simply holding his hand made the world feel safe. I smiled and walked down the stair way to the lockers.
I walked into the locker room to find Lisa just slipping into her clothes. “Hey Sarah.” I smiled, “Hey, so what are we doing to day?” She rolled her eyes. But before she could speak a loud pop from the level above us went off and screams pierced threw the ceiling.
Lisa quickly slipped on her sneakers. I looked at the ceiling terrified. “What the hell was that?” I looked over at her and she was rushing threw her purse. “A gun shot.” I was shocked and frozen for a sekunde as I watched her pull out her cell phone. “How do wewe know that, are wewe sure?” She looked at me as if I was kidding. “My entire family hunts Sarah; I know what a gun shot sounds like. Yes hello I would like to ripoti a shooting at Salem High School.” She turned her back and covered her mouth trying to drown out the screams that were building up threw the school.
“Lock the door.” A girl from Lisa’s gym class ordered. “Wait.” I shouted and ran for the door. “What?” I went to open it but she slammed it shut. “I need to get out.” She looked at me crazy. “Are wewe nuts, wewe could get killed their just above us.” But with what ever strength I could muster up I ripped open the door and flung my self out into the hallway, leaving the door to be slammed shut and locked.
I had my backpack and mfuko wa fedha, mfuko with me. Too much weight. I dropped everything and started for the stairs but turned around and grabbed my purse. My phone, I might need it. I just needed to find Nick and leave. I know I’ll be salama with him; I just have to find him first and then make it out of the school with out running into the gunmen.
I headed for the stairs slowly. I walked up a few and heard zaidi shots. They seemed to have moved to the other end of the hallway. As I reached the juu of the stairs I saw kids running away, I fallowed.
As I went to turn the corner I ran into Nick. “I knew wewe wouldn’t stay down there.” He shouted over the screaming, crying stampede of terrified students. “I couldn’t knowing wewe were up here.”
We fallowed the crowd of students to the end of the hallway. Then he pushed threw the students and threw a door into an empty class room.
For as long as I’ve been in school they always taught us that if this were to happen to stay in the class room and if wewe weren’t in one to get into one and lock it. But everyone was doing the exact opposite. I guess it’s just in our nature to do what ever we need to do to protect our selves, especially if we have to break the rules that we had been taught over the years.
“Why are we in here?” He kicked open the wooden door that was locked behind the teachers desk. The door would have made a loud noise getting the attention of the teachers and students but the whole school was in to big of a riot to notice.
The door led to a big square sized out side area. There were old decaying wooden picnic tables, plants and weeds taking over the out side area. “What is this place? I’ve never seen it before.” He was looking around franticly. “See that door that’s the cafeteria door that’s never opened. They used it as another lunch area, but people stopped coming out here so they just closed it off.”
I was trying to stay calm asking questions, it was working for me but Nick was trying to figure something out and I don’t think they were helping him to much. “What are wewe looking for?” He took a breath and turned around. “You know the door in the maktaba behind the check out desk? That one,” His gaze was off me again. “I just can’t remember which one it was.”
I looked around having know clue. The only clue was that the one to our far right was the cafeteria. “Aren’t we salama out here, what are the odds of them knowing about this place?” “I’m not taking any chances. We can’t take any chance, they could be any body.”
He stopped and looked straight ahead at two doors. He stared at the one to the left. “Come on.” He still had a grip on my hand. I hadn’t realized how tight it was till I looked down at it when he pulled me to the door. It was almost all white.
He pushed me as far behind him as he could with out letting go of my hand. In two hard kicks the door flung open just like the first one. I turned around as he pulled me in to the library.
Nick was walking fast when I came to a dead stop. Nick stopped hard, like he was chained to the ukuta and the chain’s length ended. “What? We can’t stop in here, this is probably one of the first places there going to go to.” I just started crying.
He quickly pulled me to the far back book stacks to try to calm me before we moved on. “What’s wrong? Sarah we’re going to be okay don’t worry.” I was crying hysterically shaking my head. “We’re going to die.” He grabbed my face in between his hands gently. “NO!” he alisema hard and forceful, but lovingly. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” I calmed down a bit, but the fear was still there.
“Threw that door is a staircase that’s going to lead back down to the basement, at the far end of the basement is another door with the parking karakana behind it.” I shook my head. He led us to the door to the basement and stopped me. “Here.” I looked down at my hand to see two sets of keys.
“These,” he pointed the set I didn’t know. “are the keys to the door that leads to the basement, and these are my car keys.” He was scaring me even more. “Ya Nick, I know. Why are wewe giving them to me wewe hold them. I’m shaking too much I’ll drop them.”
He shook his head with a sorry look on his face. “I’m not going with you, I need to find Mitchell.” I wasn’t trying to cry they just started falling out. “He’s a freshman he still doesn’t know his way around the school well.”
Nick was holding me up kwa my arms. I was clutching at his arms like he wasn’t going to be able to get out of my grip. “How do wewe know your brother hasn’t already gotten out of the school?” He held up his phone. “He called just before I ran into you; he’s in a closet on the other side of the school in his language class.”
We shouldn’t have just stood there but we did, just staring at each other. “I have to go, and wewe need to get out of this school.” I shook my head just a little. “No! I’m going with you.”
His face became flat, there was no zaidi sadness. There was just moto in his eyes. He pushed me up against the door. “NO YOUR NOT, you’re getting out of this school.” I knew he wasn’t going to budge. “I don’t need to be worrying about two people, please leave.” He was right; Mitchell wasn’t going to leave that closet unless Nick went to get him.
I shook my head agreeing. I lighten my grip on his arms as he did mine; but his wrapped around my body in a tight hug. “If anything happens to me please tell my brother, if I don’t get to him, that I did try. Tell my parents that I was thinking of them and that I upendo them.” I tried not to cry but the tears kept spilling out.
He hugged me tighter and whispered to me. “And know that I upendo you, I always have I always will.” “I upendo wewe too.” I whispered back.
He let go slowly and pulled away. His eyes were starting to get red; a few tears were running down his cheeks. His hand slipped out of mine and the world immediately turned terrifying. He turned around and started for the door that we had entered.
“Nick!” I didn’t mean for it to be as loud as it was. He turned around just in time for me to throw my arms around his neck and kiss him. It was a long passionate kiss; something that was definitely over due. If I didn’t end up seeing him again I needed to do it. I might not get another chance.
He slowly pulled away and laid his forehead on mine. Our eyes were closed saying nothing. “Aw… Tyler isn’t that the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?” Our eyes snapped open and Nick was in front of me in seconds, his arms wrapped around my body as much as he could.
I couldn’t believe this was happening.
My senior year, I had high hopes. It was going to be the best mwaka of high school. I wasn’t going to deal with crazy obsessive drama I usually dealt with every year; I was going to have fun, party, celebrate my last mwaka of high school; then on to collage.
My best friend Nick and I were going to go to Chester Collage together. Sure we hadn’t been accepted in yet and we hadn’t sent in our applications, but it was our senior year, wewe get caught up in everything. Everything being your future, your newly found freedom, starting your life independently.
A mwezi into the school mwaka and everything was going great. The senior class had completely changed everyone stopped separating into groups. There was a party happening at the end of the week that the I guess maarufu click was throwing the entire senior class was invited.
October 5, 2012: The siku of the first senior party; the hole class was in a buzz. Excitement filled the class rooms and halls.
7:30 A.M
“Nick!” I shouted as I got out of Cassie’s old silver beaten up mini-van. Nick turned his head away from his group of Marafiki and smiled at me. He turned back to say goodbye to the group. My smile fading as he looked away. “It’s our senior year, why don’t wewe and Nick finally get together?” I rolled my eyes at Cassie.
“Don’t give me that. wewe like Nick; you’ve liked him for as long as I’ve known the two of you.” She was right but it wasn’t going to happen. “It’s not worth loosing our friendship over. He’s my oldest friend I can’t loose that.” She rolled her eyes and walked away as Nick walked up.
As soon as Nick couldn’t see her she turned around and made a kissing face towards us. I raised my eyebrows not amused. A confused look came over Nicks face and turned around. She snapped back up straight, smiled and ran off.
He turned back to me with a confused look. “What was that?” he pointed behind himself were Cassie had stood. I shook my head as if I didn’t know what he was talking about. He dropped it and moved on to something ells.
“Sarah?”
“Yes Nick?”
“I would be honored if wewe would let me walk wewe to your first class.” He smiled
“Why Nick, I would upendo to have wewe walk me to class.” I smiled back
We laughed as he swung his arm around my shoulders and walked towards the school.
“So” I started as Nick opened the front doors to the school for me. I smiled with a little head nod to the ground. “Yes.” Nick linked his arm into mine. “I was wondering if wewe would care to accompany me to the party tonight.” His cute but slightly devilish smile spread across his face. “I would.” That was that and we were off to the cafeteria for a small breakfast then History class.
8:00 A.M
We reached history class. At the open door Nick stepped back and held out his arm, looking like a perfect gentlemen. “After you.”
The class was completely full, we made it just before the kengele rang and the teacher walked in. “I’ve got a surprise wewe guys.” Everyone’s moods perked up, but this was a high school teacher dealing with, what looked like, a whole class of seniors pumped for a whole night of partying, just because she alisema she has a surprise for us doesn’t mean were going to like it.
I turned to Nick who was thinking the same thing. She held up a peace of paper stapled to at least five zaidi papers. “A quiz.” The entire class booed her. “I didn’t say wewe guys were going to like it.” she stated. “We didn’t even get to study.”
Snarky Parky, one of the few people in the senior class that didn’t like that everyone was getting along, sat right in front of me.
Her father was some big time lawyer in Boston, she got everything she wanted. She was what wewe seen in the sinema with the perfect blonde hair, always wearing something pink, always wearing expensive brands. She even had the perfect bitchy attitude towards anyone that was lower than her.. And with everything on juu of it she’s probably going to end up being valedictorian.
“Well Mrs. Parky I’m sorry, but its just what we’ve been learning for the past month; it shouldn’t be that difficult.” Anne-Marie rolled her eyes but didn’t continue the conversation.
The teacher put papers on the front row desks and told the students to pass it down. When Anne-Marie turned around to me she gave me a soft smile. I smiled back nicely.
Before high school, before her father being a big lawyer, we were really good friends; best friends. Then high school came and everything changed. I was never mad at her because it wasn’t just her, everyone I knew had changed to I wasn’t going to hold it just over her head. We don’t talk au hang out anymore but I am the only loser that she leaves alone.
I read over the test before starting it. Amazingly while kusoma it I was able to answer almost every swali before kusoma the multiple answers. I flew threw the test and waiting for everyone to finish.
9:30 A.M
An saa and a half later the kengele rang and we were released from class. “Wow, I feel so amazingly smart.” Nick alisema coming up behind me as we exited the class room.
“Why’s that?”
“Because I knew every question, either that au I totally flunked it thinking I did an amazing job.” Nick wasn’t the smartest student in the school but he passed his classes. “I’m sure wewe did fine.” He didn’t look convinced. I grabbed his hand and gave it a light squeeze. He smiled “Well I’m off to biology.” And I was off to P.E. in the opposite direction.
He held my hand till we were to far apart that our arms wouldn’t reach and he softly let go smiling before turning away. I know it’s crazy but every siku since the first time I met him simply holding his hand made the world feel safe. I smiled and walked down the stair way to the lockers.
I walked into the locker room to find Lisa just slipping into her clothes. “Hey Sarah.” I smiled, “Hey, so what are we doing to day?” She rolled her eyes. But before she could speak a loud pop from the level above us went off and screams pierced threw the ceiling.
Lisa quickly slipped on her sneakers. I looked at the ceiling terrified. “What the hell was that?” I looked over at her and she was rushing threw her purse. “A gun shot.” I was shocked and frozen for a sekunde as I watched her pull out her cell phone. “How do wewe know that, are wewe sure?” She looked at me as if I was kidding. “My entire family hunts Sarah; I know what a gun shot sounds like. Yes hello I would like to ripoti a shooting at Salem High School.” She turned her back and covered her mouth trying to drown out the screams that were building up threw the school.
“Lock the door.” A girl from Lisa’s gym class ordered. “Wait.” I shouted and ran for the door. “What?” I went to open it but she slammed it shut. “I need to get out.” She looked at me crazy. “Are wewe nuts, wewe could get killed their just above us.” But with what ever strength I could muster up I ripped open the door and flung my self out into the hallway, leaving the door to be slammed shut and locked.
I had my backpack and mfuko wa fedha, mfuko with me. Too much weight. I dropped everything and started for the stairs but turned around and grabbed my purse. My phone, I might need it. I just needed to find Nick and leave. I know I’ll be salama with him; I just have to find him first and then make it out of the school with out running into the gunmen.
I headed for the stairs slowly. I walked up a few and heard zaidi shots. They seemed to have moved to the other end of the hallway. As I reached the juu of the stairs I saw kids running away, I fallowed.
As I went to turn the corner I ran into Nick. “I knew wewe wouldn’t stay down there.” He shouted over the screaming, crying stampede of terrified students. “I couldn’t knowing wewe were up here.”
We fallowed the crowd of students to the end of the hallway. Then he pushed threw the students and threw a door into an empty class room.
For as long as I’ve been in school they always taught us that if this were to happen to stay in the class room and if wewe weren’t in one to get into one and lock it. But everyone was doing the exact opposite. I guess it’s just in our nature to do what ever we need to do to protect our selves, especially if we have to break the rules that we had been taught over the years.
“Why are we in here?” He kicked open the wooden door that was locked behind the teachers desk. The door would have made a loud noise getting the attention of the teachers and students but the whole school was in to big of a riot to notice.
The door led to a big square sized out side area. There were old decaying wooden picnic tables, plants and weeds taking over the out side area. “What is this place? I’ve never seen it before.” He was looking around franticly. “See that door that’s the cafeteria door that’s never opened. They used it as another lunch area, but people stopped coming out here so they just closed it off.”
I was trying to stay calm asking questions, it was working for me but Nick was trying to figure something out and I don’t think they were helping him to much. “What are wewe looking for?” He took a breath and turned around. “You know the door in the maktaba behind the check out desk? That one,” His gaze was off me again. “I just can’t remember which one it was.”
I looked around having know clue. The only clue was that the one to our far right was the cafeteria. “Aren’t we salama out here, what are the odds of them knowing about this place?” “I’m not taking any chances. We can’t take any chance, they could be any body.”
He stopped and looked straight ahead at two doors. He stared at the one to the left. “Come on.” He still had a grip on my hand. I hadn’t realized how tight it was till I looked down at it when he pulled me to the door. It was almost all white.
He pushed me as far behind him as he could with out letting go of my hand. In two hard kicks the door flung open just like the first one. I turned around as he pulled me in to the library.
Nick was walking fast when I came to a dead stop. Nick stopped hard, like he was chained to the ukuta and the chain’s length ended. “What? We can’t stop in here, this is probably one of the first places there going to go to.” I just started crying.
He quickly pulled me to the far back book stacks to try to calm me before we moved on. “What’s wrong? Sarah we’re going to be okay don’t worry.” I was crying hysterically shaking my head. “We’re going to die.” He grabbed my face in between his hands gently. “NO!” he alisema hard and forceful, but lovingly. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” I calmed down a bit, but the fear was still there.
“Threw that door is a staircase that’s going to lead back down to the basement, at the far end of the basement is another door with the parking karakana behind it.” I shook my head. He led us to the door to the basement and stopped me. “Here.” I looked down at my hand to see two sets of keys.
“These,” he pointed the set I didn’t know. “are the keys to the door that leads to the basement, and these are my car keys.” He was scaring me even more. “Ya Nick, I know. Why are wewe giving them to me wewe hold them. I’m shaking too much I’ll drop them.”
He shook his head with a sorry look on his face. “I’m not going with you, I need to find Mitchell.” I wasn’t trying to cry they just started falling out. “He’s a freshman he still doesn’t know his way around the school well.”
Nick was holding me up kwa my arms. I was clutching at his arms like he wasn’t going to be able to get out of my grip. “How do wewe know your brother hasn’t already gotten out of the school?” He held up his phone. “He called just before I ran into you; he’s in a closet on the other side of the school in his language class.”
We shouldn’t have just stood there but we did, just staring at each other. “I have to go, and wewe need to get out of this school.” I shook my head just a little. “No! I’m going with you.”
His face became flat, there was no zaidi sadness. There was just moto in his eyes. He pushed me up against the door. “NO YOUR NOT, you’re getting out of this school.” I knew he wasn’t going to budge. “I don’t need to be worrying about two people, please leave.” He was right; Mitchell wasn’t going to leave that closet unless Nick went to get him.
I shook my head agreeing. I lighten my grip on his arms as he did mine; but his wrapped around my body in a tight hug. “If anything happens to me please tell my brother, if I don’t get to him, that I did try. Tell my parents that I was thinking of them and that I upendo them.” I tried not to cry but the tears kept spilling out.
He hugged me tighter and whispered to me. “And know that I upendo you, I always have I always will.” “I upendo wewe too.” I whispered back.
He let go slowly and pulled away. His eyes were starting to get red; a few tears were running down his cheeks. His hand slipped out of mine and the world immediately turned terrifying. He turned around and started for the door that we had entered.
“Nick!” I didn’t mean for it to be as loud as it was. He turned around just in time for me to throw my arms around his neck and kiss him. It was a long passionate kiss; something that was definitely over due. If I didn’t end up seeing him again I needed to do it. I might not get another chance.
He slowly pulled away and laid his forehead on mine. Our eyes were closed saying nothing. “Aw… Tyler isn’t that the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?” Our eyes snapped open and Nick was in front of me in seconds, his arms wrapped around my body as much as he could.
I couldn’t believe this was happening.
When wewe hope,
wewe expect and wish,
wewe have a feeling for wanting,
Your desires to be filled,
wewe don’t want them killed,
Hope makes wewe stronger,
We live to hope,
Hope is what keeps us going,
Keep it sealed,
Let it be healed,
Like it’s your shield,
Sometimes it’s your battle field,
Keep hope close to wewe in life,
Sometimes wewe need to rethink twice,
For hope is unstable,
It comes and goes,
Hope is a special gift,
Not everyone knows,
If they do, they don’t bother to show,
Some of us want to lose hope,
Some of us want to regain hope,
Some think it’s a useless tool,
Yet they’re the ones blind,
Who won’t come to mind?
wewe and I, we all need hope,
No matter how far we seem from it,
It will find us one day,
For hope will come to us,
Wish and desire wewe moyo out,
Keep in mind,
Don’t back away;
wewe know what wewe want,
Keep hoping till the END……
wewe expect and wish,
wewe have a feeling for wanting,
Your desires to be filled,
wewe don’t want them killed,
Hope makes wewe stronger,
We live to hope,
Hope is what keeps us going,
Keep it sealed,
Let it be healed,
Like it’s your shield,
Sometimes it’s your battle field,
Keep hope close to wewe in life,
Sometimes wewe need to rethink twice,
For hope is unstable,
It comes and goes,
Hope is a special gift,
Not everyone knows,
If they do, they don’t bother to show,
Some of us want to lose hope,
Some of us want to regain hope,
Some think it’s a useless tool,
Yet they’re the ones blind,
Who won’t come to mind?
wewe and I, we all need hope,
No matter how far we seem from it,
It will find us one day,
For hope will come to us,
Wish and desire wewe moyo out,
Keep in mind,
Don’t back away;
wewe know what wewe want,
Keep hoping till the END……
Temporary Home
For some people, this world is only a stopover. They arrive here to do some good while they can, but they know that this is still not their true home. They are angels who come to light up our lives with their luminescence and to teach us what they can before they have to songesha on. They flash in on golden wings, but it seems that they are gone before wewe can say “Thank you” au “I upendo you”. They leave softly, without fanfare. They kiss our brow as lightly as a heart’s whisper, and smile, blinding us with its brightness. When we blink, they are gone.
For some people, this world is only a stopover. They arrive here to do some good while they can, but they know that this is still not their true home. They are angels who come to light up our lives with their luminescence and to teach us what they can before they have to songesha on. They flash in on golden wings, but it seems that they are gone before wewe can say “Thank you” au “I upendo you”. They leave softly, without fanfare. They kiss our brow as lightly as a heart’s whisper, and smile, blinding us with its brightness. When we blink, they are gone.
Marafiki Are Forever,so I thought.
All those pictures that I bought,now torn apart along with my broken heart.
I miss those hugs and laughs we use to share,because now they act like they don't care.
Now all we do is fight.
I wish God would give us some light,give me a solution to solve all this tension.
Marafiki don't back stab you.
Marafiki don't talk behind your back au be pissed off at wewe when they feel like it.
Nobody seems to care anymore.
Now girls are turning into whores.
All I know is that now we are all Marafiki for never.
When we need to go back to being Marafiki FOREVER!
All those pictures that I bought,now torn apart along with my broken heart.
I miss those hugs and laughs we use to share,because now they act like they don't care.
Now all we do is fight.
I wish God would give us some light,give me a solution to solve all this tension.
Marafiki don't back stab you.
Marafiki don't talk behind your back au be pissed off at wewe when they feel like it.
Nobody seems to care anymore.
Now girls are turning into whores.
All I know is that now we are all Marafiki for never.
When we need to go back to being Marafiki FOREVER!
This is written about the perfect silence only found in the dead of night, and the feelings it inspires.
The title comes from the description a friend of mine gave when we were stuck in the middle of nowhere at midnight and I found it sort of beautiful.
Enjoy (I hope) :)
Weighted air and winking stars,
darkness draped, tension wrought.
This night, this hour, is ours.
Silence chimes unspoken thoughts
that choke my mouth.
Silver moonbeams in glittering outline
surround you, and in our youth
this night, this hour, we intertwine.
I'd upendo to hear what wewe like au hate.
Thanks for reading.
DietCokeGirl
The title comes from the description a friend of mine gave when we were stuck in the middle of nowhere at midnight and I found it sort of beautiful.
Enjoy (I hope) :)
Weighted air and winking stars,
darkness draped, tension wrought.
This night, this hour, is ours.
Silence chimes unspoken thoughts
that choke my mouth.
Silver moonbeams in glittering outline
surround you, and in our youth
this night, this hour, we intertwine.
I'd upendo to hear what wewe like au hate.
Thanks for reading.
DietCokeGirl