Meghan was a regular middle schooler, with two Marafiki named Pompika, Regara (Reg).
Mom was making breakfast at 6:00 A.M.! Ding-Dong! Reg came in before anyone answered the door. “Hey Meghan! “Ready for the first siku of middle school?” alisema Reg.
“I- I guess” alisema Meghan. Mom looked at me then Reg. “Fine, I’m uandishi a book called The Captain at Sea. But I have a pen name, Amanda Sivel.” I said. “Ooookkkaaay” Reg said.
“Why didn’t wewe TELL me?” alisema Reg suddenly. “I thought, wewe know, you’d tell everyone” “WHAT!!! wewe know I’d never do that!” Reg shouted.
She was so mad she stormed out the door and slammed it shut. “She’s not gonna talk to me at all today” alisema Meghan. “Well wewe did it.” Mom said. “Well wewe told me to say it” Meghan said. “Sorry honey” alisema Mom. “GGGRRRRR!” Meghan growled. to be continued....
Mom was making breakfast at 6:00 A.M.! Ding-Dong! Reg came in before anyone answered the door. “Hey Meghan! “Ready for the first siku of middle school?” alisema Reg.
“I- I guess” alisema Meghan. Mom looked at me then Reg. “Fine, I’m uandishi a book called The Captain at Sea. But I have a pen name, Amanda Sivel.” I said. “Ooookkkaaay” Reg said.
“Why didn’t wewe TELL me?” alisema Reg suddenly. “I thought, wewe know, you’d tell everyone” “WHAT!!! wewe know I’d never do that!” Reg shouted.
She was so mad she stormed out the door and slammed it shut. “She’s not gonna talk to me at all today” alisema Meghan. “Well wewe did it.” Mom said. “Well wewe told me to say it” Meghan said. “Sorry honey” alisema Mom. “GGGRRRRR!” Meghan growled. to be continued....
Shaun
I wonder, sometimes, if she ever thinks of me.
If she knows that I kept only one picture of her. Anything else was just too painful. In the picture, she doesn't know I am taking it until the camera flash goes off. She has been sitting at the dawati in her old bedroom, and she is half-smiling.
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I walk up to her, not breaking eye contact. Nothing existed but her.
The little girl was perched on her hip.
I trailed my fingers down her jawline. She still didn't move.
"Why did wewe leave?"
I wonder, sometimes, if she ever thinks of me.
If she knows that I kept only one picture of her. Anything else was just too painful. In the picture, she doesn't know I am taking it until the camera flash goes off. She has been sitting at the dawati in her old bedroom, and she is half-smiling.
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I walk up to her, not breaking eye contact. Nothing existed but her.
The little girl was perched on her hip.
I trailed my fingers down her jawline. She still didn't move.
"Why did wewe leave?"
Time is just a thing.
wewe can't ever have to little.
wewe can always have enough.
But when wewe look at it,
our lives are just a piece.
A piece of what time has to give.
So why not live the fullest,
to what we can.
Why waste it wishing,
on something you'll never have.
Let time do its own thing,
so we can do ours.
wewe see time is mysterious.
It controls our lives.
And in one quick second,
our time may be up.
So take what you're given,
and give nothing back.
With time nothing is ever what it seems.
wewe can't ever have to little.
wewe can always have enough.
But when wewe look at it,
our lives are just a piece.
A piece of what time has to give.
So why not live the fullest,
to what we can.
Why waste it wishing,
on something you'll never have.
Let time do its own thing,
so we can do ours.
wewe see time is mysterious.
It controls our lives.
And in one quick second,
our time may be up.
So take what you're given,
and give nothing back.
With time nothing is ever what it seems.
Photograph by Ansel Adams
I'm just drifting, drifting down this road.
The dust kicking up behind me,
Just a wingu to hide my past.
My feet don't leave any footprints,
My name never graces those lips
That I'm watching from a distance,
A distance that grows greater
As I'm drifting, drifting down this road.
I'm not on the way to anything great,
I'm just hiding, hiding down in the dark.
The shadows closing in around me,
Just a blanket to smother my past.
My eyes can't see in the gloom,
My voice never breaks the silence
That I keep deep in my heart,
A moyo that grows blacker
As I'm drifting, drifting in the dark.
