Don\’t Tell Me Not to Blame Her

She is a queen who rules without a king on her side. She bangs her foot and the earth shakes in fear of her fury. She is an eagle flying high enough to land on everyone\’s ego. Strong enough to crash everyone\’s bravery.

A woman so womanly intrigued by her supersonic will to revenge. Her eyes. So cutely bold and hadly pour tears. Her teeth gnashing like an angry hungry dog but her lips curving the anger with the most beautiful smile.

She walks lowly on her flat shoes with her head high up. She says high heels will block earth from feeling the tender touch from her feet. She believes she is giving earth a chance to feel a direct massage from her feet just before she loses her patience. Once she has lost it, she will hammer all her anger this time on high heels one step at a time.

It is unfortunate that both her face and voice are that of a baby. Not even the close ones to her take her seriously or even those in her roots believe when she speaks the truth or about her vision. With sarcasm and dismay they say, \”She won\’t, it is a bluff.\”

Fortunately, life to her is like a game of cards and like in \’House of Cards\’ she will break through and they won\’t see it coming. It is for this reason I tell you not to tell me not to blame her for who she is. Instead, tell me that you see the queen in her not the baby in her.

We grow great by dreams. All big men are dreamers. They see things if the soft haze of a spring day or in the red fire of a long winters evening. Some of us let these great dreams die, but others nourish and protect them; they nurse them through bad days until they bring them to the sunshine and the light that always comes to those who sincerely hope that their dreams will come true.~Wooden Wilson

Pen it down with Wambui Kirung\’e

You may think her life is perfect. As complicated as her life became after she voluntarily but unknowingly never took charge, so did her life\’s perfect complication begun…

To be continued soon. Keep reading