Hello! This is my first post on this page, but I wanted to share a short story I wrote. I hope wewe like it!
They say that when wewe hit the bottom there is nowhere to go but up. I didn’t believe that. I was standing on solid rock and no one could convince me that it gets better. My dream of becoming a writer was shattered into little pieces. My moyo with it. I Lost everything. I could barely make enough money to eat, let alone pay my rent. There was no passion in my life. My grandfather had left me everything he had and I wasted it. All of it. I was living in a lousy one room apartment. All my possessions consisted of a notebook, a pen, cell phone, kitanda and three shoddy outfits. I was working in a miserable café not far from where I lives. And I myself could not feel zaidi contempt. I was broken, sad and I had aliyopewa up completely until one siku this person walked in the café and sat on one of the tables. For the sake of the story let this person be called Jenny. I walked to her meza, jedwali and asked to take her order. When she looked at me it was as if all my troubles went away. She just had that remarkable presence. My life didn’t seem so bad. Suddenly everything was going to be ok. I took her order and I don’t know why, but she invited me to jiunge her. I sat down and we started talking. Jenny was really easy to talk to. In just a few hours I told her my whole life story and she didn’t seem to mind. Finally she took out a notebook and a pen and asked me for my number. I have no idea why she wanted and I didn’t ask, because I didn’t care. She wrote it down and alisema she has to leave, she then stood up and walked away. A few days after our first encounter she called me and alisema that there is something I have to hear and see. I immediately got dressed and went out to the place she wanted to meet. It was on the other side of town. The nice part. I went in the café and she was already there. I sat down and she told me her story. One that I will never forget. A teenager with a dream. The dream to win a championship in track and field. She trained really hard mwaka after mwaka and she is so close that she can feel it. In just one mwaka she will be able to compete at the European. And she knows she can do it. Unfortunately a visit to a cardiologist proves her wrong. She hears a lot of medical terms leading to the words: ‘You can’t be a professional athlete. It’s too risky.’ She quits and suddenly she is empty, because she has no dream. But not too long after she quits she has the erg to somehow express herself. She goes to her computer, opens a new document and starts writing. That siku she wrote her first monologue. She continues uandishi and soon she writes short stories and scripts. A week zamani she sold her first script and soon she will make her new dream come true. The dream of seeing her script made into a movie and shown on the big screen. But there is something else she wants to do. And she wants me to jiunge her. Right then and there she asked me to help her make her first dream come true. Because during all this time it never left her. For a moment we were silent. I was the first to speak. I told her that I am going to do anything in my power to help. She asked me to go with her to the Olympic stadium in London. Nothing more, nothing less. I explained that I didn’t have any money, but she simply said: ‘Don’t worry. Just trust me’. We might have known each other less than a week, but I did trust her. So the inayofuata siku I packed my belongings and a car came to pick me up and drive me to the train station. Jenny waited for me there. We went on the train and sat in first class. She explained that she prefers trains rather than planes. Once she had even travelled around Europe travelling only kwa train, because she doesn’t like other transport and didn’t have a car. We talked zaidi about our lives while we ate breakfast on the train. After a few hours she alisema we were getting close. I don’t know why I did it, but I had to ask her if I could call her a ‘friend’. She said: ‘Of course’. I smiled. Something about having a friend like her made me proud. We got off at the inayofuata stop. There was another car waiting for us there. Seeing my shock she explained that her uncle lives in London and ordered his driver to pick them up. Frankly now I was surprised about her uncle having a driver. When we got in the car she alisema that her uncle was a wealthy, but not such a healthy man. He was getting old and he was no longer able to drive his car, so he got a driver. She didn’t tell me what his business was, but I didn’t feel like I needed to know. That’s why I didn’t ask. The car pulled over at the stadium and we walked towards the entrance. The guard looked at Jenny. She just alisema her name and he unlocked the doors leading to the inside of the stadium. She went towards it and pushed down the handle. She was now approaching the track itself. Her eyes going from side to side, taking in everything. When her foot touched the track it’s like the stadium came to life. Like it was censing her presence. Every step she took, got her a little closer to her dream. And there it was – the starting line for the one hundred meters. wewe see, my friend had this really amazing gift. She could actually make wewe feel something. And when she closed her eyes and took a deep breath I was in her world. I saw the thousands of people on the stadium, I heard their roar. Their cheer. And they were all cheering for one person. For her. She fell to her knees and kissed the track. Then I heard the first signal: ‘on your marks’, the stadium went completely silent and I saw my friend take her position. Then came the sekunde mark and she got ready. Finally there was the gun shot and she blasted herself towards the finish line. She might have not been as fast as Shelly-Ann Frazer-Pryce, maybe not even as fast as Ivet Lalova, but in her own world she was the champion. kwa crossing that line she won the European, the Olympics and the world championship. At that moment her dream was a reality.
The End
Thank wewe for reading!
They say that when wewe hit the bottom there is nowhere to go but up. I didn’t believe that. I was standing on solid rock and no one could convince me that it gets better. My dream of becoming a writer was shattered into little pieces. My moyo with it. I Lost everything. I could barely make enough money to eat, let alone pay my rent. There was no passion in my life. My grandfather had left me everything he had and I wasted it. All of it. I was living in a lousy one room apartment. All my possessions consisted of a notebook, a pen, cell phone, kitanda and three shoddy outfits. I was working in a miserable café not far from where I lives. And I myself could not feel zaidi contempt. I was broken, sad and I had aliyopewa up completely until one siku this person walked in the café and sat on one of the tables. For the sake of the story let this person be called Jenny. I walked to her meza, jedwali and asked to take her order. When she looked at me it was as if all my troubles went away. She just had that remarkable presence. My life didn’t seem so bad. Suddenly everything was going to be ok. I took her order and I don’t know why, but she invited me to jiunge her. I sat down and we started talking. Jenny was really easy to talk to. In just a few hours I told her my whole life story and she didn’t seem to mind. Finally she took out a notebook and a pen and asked me for my number. I have no idea why she wanted and I didn’t ask, because I didn’t care. She wrote it down and alisema she has to leave, she then stood up and walked away. A few days after our first encounter she called me and alisema that there is something I have to hear and see. I immediately got dressed and went out to the place she wanted to meet. It was on the other side of town. The nice part. I went in the café and she was already there. I sat down and she told me her story. One that I will never forget. A teenager with a dream. The dream to win a championship in track and field. She trained really hard mwaka after mwaka and she is so close that she can feel it. In just one mwaka she will be able to compete at the European. And she knows she can do it. Unfortunately a visit to a cardiologist proves her wrong. She hears a lot of medical terms leading to the words: ‘You can’t be a professional athlete. It’s too risky.’ She quits and suddenly she is empty, because she has no dream. But not too long after she quits she has the erg to somehow express herself. She goes to her computer, opens a new document and starts writing. That siku she wrote her first monologue. She continues uandishi and soon she writes short stories and scripts. A week zamani she sold her first script and soon she will make her new dream come true. The dream of seeing her script made into a movie and shown on the big screen. But there is something else she wants to do. And she wants me to jiunge her. Right then and there she asked me to help her make her first dream come true. Because during all this time it never left her. For a moment we were silent. I was the first to speak. I told her that I am going to do anything in my power to help. She asked me to go with her to the Olympic stadium in London. Nothing more, nothing less. I explained that I didn’t have any money, but she simply said: ‘Don’t worry. Just trust me’. We might have known each other less than a week, but I did trust her. So the inayofuata siku I packed my belongings and a car came to pick me up and drive me to the train station. Jenny waited for me there. We went on the train and sat in first class. She explained that she prefers trains rather than planes. Once she had even travelled around Europe travelling only kwa train, because she doesn’t like other transport and didn’t have a car. We talked zaidi about our lives while we ate breakfast on the train. After a few hours she alisema we were getting close. I don’t know why I did it, but I had to ask her if I could call her a ‘friend’. She said: ‘Of course’. I smiled. Something about having a friend like her made me proud. We got off at the inayofuata stop. There was another car waiting for us there. Seeing my shock she explained that her uncle lives in London and ordered his driver to pick them up. Frankly now I was surprised about her uncle having a driver. When we got in the car she alisema that her uncle was a wealthy, but not such a healthy man. He was getting old and he was no longer able to drive his car, so he got a driver. She didn’t tell me what his business was, but I didn’t feel like I needed to know. That’s why I didn’t ask. The car pulled over at the stadium and we walked towards the entrance. The guard looked at Jenny. She just alisema her name and he unlocked the doors leading to the inside of the stadium. She went towards it and pushed down the handle. She was now approaching the track itself. Her eyes going from side to side, taking in everything. When her foot touched the track it’s like the stadium came to life. Like it was censing her presence. Every step she took, got her a little closer to her dream. And there it was – the starting line for the one hundred meters. wewe see, my friend had this really amazing gift. She could actually make wewe feel something. And when she closed her eyes and took a deep breath I was in her world. I saw the thousands of people on the stadium, I heard their roar. Their cheer. And they were all cheering for one person. For her. She fell to her knees and kissed the track. Then I heard the first signal: ‘on your marks’, the stadium went completely silent and I saw my friend take her position. Then came the sekunde mark and she got ready. Finally there was the gun shot and she blasted herself towards the finish line. She might have not been as fast as Shelly-Ann Frazer-Pryce, maybe not even as fast as Ivet Lalova, but in her own world she was the champion. kwa crossing that line she won the European, the Olympics and the world championship. At that moment her dream was a reality.
The End
Thank wewe for reading!
It’s the color of you
wewe always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our machungwa, chungwa book bags
Saved us from some pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two machungwa, chungwa crayons
When everyone else was green
Then wewe left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
wewe were in the machungwa, chungwa field in the sky
wewe always alisema was there.
The machungwa, chungwa of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though wewe left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone machungwa, chungwa in the rainbow
Without wewe here
I protect my own
Though I wish wewe were here
Now machungwa, chungwa is my color
A color for wewe bravery
A color for my survival
machungwa, chungwa will forever be our color
Even though death took wewe away
Forever machungwa, chungwa for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
wewe always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our machungwa, chungwa book bags
Saved us from some pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two machungwa, chungwa crayons
When everyone else was green
Then wewe left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
wewe were in the machungwa, chungwa field in the sky
wewe always alisema was there.
The machungwa, chungwa of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though wewe left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone machungwa, chungwa in the rainbow
Without wewe here
I protect my own
Though I wish wewe were here
Now machungwa, chungwa is my color
A color for wewe bravery
A color for my survival
machungwa, chungwa will forever be our color
Even though death took wewe away
Forever machungwa, chungwa for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
First off, to those of wewe that know me, I haven't ilitumwa at all in awhile, I'm aware my "Nightfall" series hasn't been updated for those of wewe that liked it, but since school started back, I have had hardly any time to write anything. I WILL get back to posting on "Nightfall" if anything else for the sake of completion. But I also discovered the marvolous "Fallout" series a few months back, and decided to try to make a novel out of it. For those of wewe not familiar with the series, "Fallout" is a series of games set in a post-apocyloptic future, and finds a custom made protagonist made customly kwa the player dealing with life in the now wastelandic USA. My story is loosely based off "Fallout 3" but with major differences along the way, so the story is original in that aspect. If wewe guys will read the story, I will make it as adaptable as I can for those who are not familiar with it. Please leave comments, so I know whether au not I should post it. Thank you. -AdamK