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Friday, 30 December 2011

My 2011... How was yours?



So the year 2011 started. And like every other year, I didn’t make any resolutions. On the contrary, though, unlike every other year, I didn’t have a routine. I had dropped outta College! No.  I wasn’t feeling great. I felt confused and lost, not knowing what to do with myself and all that time I had on my hands.

I still hanged around my uncles a lot though (talk of routine). Some self-made guys with a wealth of experience as far as life is concerned. Other than school, I could say this is the one thing I’ve been constant with the whole of my life. Sit there in their midst and listen as they talk about generally everything. But 2011 is that year I seemed to have gained the right to contribute to these conversations. It was good.


I got involved in some voluntary work.  It made me feel a bit mature for my age. My old man started realising I’m not that lazy, selfish bastard he sometimes thought I was, Lol!

First year, first semester of college and I had a ball! Of course it wasn’t all smooth and sweet.  I had my down and downs, but it doesn’t mean college sucked.
 












The long holidays did though. So I tried my hand at couple of things. But that was until I got my first job. For the first time in my life I got employed in an office environment. It was pleasant experience, brushing shoulders with awesome professionals. Everything about working in an office was splendid except for one thing-being employed.




The goons…and goonettes. You don’t want to know! Hahaha!!
The sunset at the beach is beautiful, Love is passionate, Drugs are addictive, a Mercedes is elegant,
The game of football is spectacular; but the goons, no words can quite explain.

More time with family. Christmas with family.
2011 might as well have been my best year yet.
M. kinoti. J
Dec 2011 ©

Wednesday, 7 December 2011

Deceit



Whispers. Whispers are like those sounds.
As the wind blows against these straws of grass, I sit and wander in thought.
So gentle yet so strong… Huge trees bend and whistle in strain. Strain

Red. Red are the flames I felt upon my face.
As I ignored everything around me, the world was you and me.
And that was back then… back when, I struggled. Struggled

Feelings. Feelings are what I had.
Love is what I had.
You are what I had… You were, what I heard.

M. Kinoti. J
Copyright. Dec.