Tuesday, 16 January 2018
Work on time…hopefully
Work on time…hopefully
Ruin-calamities shattered me…I was seated
in a public transport vehicle as I travelled back to Nakuru. The voyage was
long and tedious with no breaks and my stomach began to curl from within. I had
an action packed weekend with no breaks as I awaited the new release of my favorite
anime, Dragon ball super a phizz-whizzing story as the Roald Dahl would
describe it.
Though I felt incomplete as if I were
forgetting something but it did not strike the gong yet for it the hols. A time
to sit back and nullify all thoughts of homework. When we (my mom, my sister
and I) had just arrived in Nakuru I thought about my adventures in Nairobi, it
was a special day my aunt had just got married wishing her a happy wedded life.
In Nakuru I woke up at 8 am every morning
an aberration of my normal school life of waking up at 5am eyes closed as anew
born baby blindened by the ray that burst from the window panes. I just felt as
if I was forgetting something what could it possibly be that hardened my heart
to stone and the ache in my that withered and shriveled my sparkling notions.
Abruptly
from nowhere I here my mum’s phone ringing it is right there in front of me if
only I could reach it but… it keeps going further away why? Then suddenly I am
drowning in water. I immediately woke up and rushed to my computer to type an
article. That was what was giving me an ache. Ruin-calamities. The week when we
closed school a group of ‘writers’ were given an assignment , rather biased, to
write articles over the hols and I happened to forget a liability in me that I
have been trying to rid.
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