This one wasn’t tiled. The Maasai sheet was perfect in the role of a curtain. It was red, so with light having to go through the hustle of getting through it gave the room a glimmer of red. That was the beauty this one held and though little, he felt proud ( he owned it).
His food rack stood right at the corner nobody could tell the latter was the fourth leg it stood on. He was running from home when he came here. Well at first there was a promise. But now things had been so mixed up he didn’t know what to eye at. He has lost hope this time. Even worse he had a heart that ached. Funny enough he still spread the beautiful crack on his face. He had energy in him.
Life is not over
He was the unluckiest I had met. The previous year took away every little piece in his name. Well who knows how to hit best than life. It had been real with him and the terms it gave lacked a friendly face. Talking of allies his had turned foes. They’re the ones he had entitled his trust to. He was wrong to assume betrayal only existed in the city or maybe the believe of having people who he’d always count on was a fallacy.
Love and hate slithers into your life even before you know it. For one who had vowed to keep his heart to himself it was quite a ride when it found him. I am really having a hard time trying to figure out why “sweets cause tooth aches”. As sweet as it was it an excoriating adventure. The lessons were not optional, his eyes kept flooding and the gates remained ever open. He had picked so much from this one he went out of his way and vowed to make it his last. The worst advice is that one which you don’t take, the thoughts how bad of a decision maker you’re will haunt life out of you. Now he opposes any friendly advance, kills every sign of hope for him in love. What a beast life can make.
I find it ironic that pain finds peace in the wrong ways that feel right. He had found his way and he wasn’t giving up peace to feel right in the eyes of people. Well what else was left after pushing everyone away and managing to stand on his eleven. He never managed to get to the third finger when I tried to enquire of how many of his good friends are in constant contact with. He held firm faith in God though he wants nobody to ever joke about God and his life.
Amidst all this he was happy because at least there was peace and one thing was right in his mind, that yes he felt the weight on his shoulder pull him downwards, that yes he was out of means and ways he was at his worst yes, maybe there was more to come but he had come too far to give up, he had lost much all that was left was gaining if he persisted on his path, if he did his part then things would get better life was not over.
To be continued …
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