BEACH

BEACH

Under the scorching sunlight and the heavy gusts, our feet were sinking into the shallow, white sand. The rippling waves rolled upon and broke itself on the steep coastline, and the backflow of the salty water took vast amounts of freckled sands amid its energetic motion.

Our bare footsteps got imprinted upon the dense sand, which would only disappear when the waves would wash it ashore. The gleaming grainy sand was reflecting shimmering amounts of light, forming mirages towards the far end of the coastal strip. Dormant, spiny starfishes and seashells of all different shades were littered along the boundary the highest tide approached.

On both sides of the length of the coast, protruding rocky headlands appeared, followed by chalky arch, stumps and solitary stumps of rock in the middle of the sea. The palm trees were leaning upon each other   like exhausted men, the sound of their leaves shuffling upon one another echoing on the vertical dark brown cliffs all over the vicinity.

The salty fresh air tingled our nose linings occasionally, while the warm sand below gave satisfactory warmth.  Wave rolled and broke at our foot, forming a thick sticky sand layer on the palm of the foot; only discomfort coming from it being irritably stubborn below my long, dirty toenails.

Done by Amber C.

STARRY NIGHT

STARRY NIGHT

The matte charcoal velvety sky above our heads was freckled by millions of milky white specks. Below on land, the cold midnight breeze froze us to our bones, intensified by the rapid heat loss due to the absence of heavy clods. It seemed as if Van Gogh himself came and stroke his brush unto the eternal canvas.

As we stared deeper into the nothingness of empty space, smaller stars would appear from the darker, null voids be in the half spaces of the bright lights. The Milky Way galaxy poured glowing, silvery milk at the centre of the sky scope, illuminating the backgrounds of its surroundings, along which humungous faint gas clouds seemed to appear between multiple clusters of stars.

 It was better than any software imitation. I had come across, meeting the same stars which greeted our ancestors, and would continue over watching the future generation. The moon hung full and hazy beneath an eclipse of blazing stars, shinning mellow amounts of light effectively lighting up the land.

It seemed like I went high on drugs, the twinkling starlight suddenly seemed more like lamp posts. The intensity could be felt down to each and every optional nerve. The stereotypical dark night proved to be a thing of another time, as the current illumination was nothing close to a night in the middle of a jungle.

Done by Amber C.

SUNSET

SUNSET

The intense yellow fireball finally traversed to its ultimate daily position, whereby its orange hues blended vividly into the merging skyline, just the way orange juice would release itself in a glass of  water  , silhouettes  of birds returning  to shelter  dominated the gorgeous scenery , as their melodic chirps  harmonized with the sinking  sun  which  took away  all our sorrows  and every day burdens.

We could only admire how heaven touched earth, as our wide eyes witnessed the resounding glowing collision.  Sparks lit the sky and darkness started pouring out, as the glory of paradise descended beyond the curvature of the planet. The canvas called sky flooded in hues of orange and red, bright enough to blind our sight and mellow enough to take it all.

Silver stars like the glowing embers of a dying fire winked down at us, vaguely illuminating the curtain of sky. the  sun was  already dipping below  the mountain crests  dimming the sky , although the  daylight  still lingered in the air as if  it  was accidentally left behind.

The sun was a perfect disc, only cut through its diameter by the edge of the world. The brilliant orb of amber   and tangerine sunk lower into the sky, as if being the boundary which pushed the fire towards the unknown. The mauve of the dusky sky intensified, and in just a while, the biggest star had set, giving way to a thousand others.

Done by Amber C.

SUNRISE

SUNRISE

The sun sprung into life, gifting its petal to the world. Amid the dancing raindrops were the blush of scarlet, and the warmth of tangerine. Mellow blues and pinks blurred into a silver mist to create an eternal glow, as its hues ambitiously illuminated each crevice of visible land. Even when the world was sinking in grief and hardship, the sky reminded us otherwise.

As the gentle morning breeze brushed unto our skin, streaks of fire orange and amber rays bled into the sky, flawlessly melting into the already warm sky. The golden light trickled upwards from the undefined horizon, and onto the bejeweled cobwebs and grass.

 The dew on the grass and the leaves shimmered like a mosaic mirror, dispersing the concentrated beams into melodious soft rays scattering all over the rumbled land. This ignited the much needed sparkle of the birds, who harmoniously chirped an explicit background melody never heard before.

On the west, the ebony sky littered with twinkling stars gradually got enlightened as they slowly dissipated into the invasion of the welcoming sunlight.  As the sun gracefully climbed up the  scarlet skyline , it  calmly besieged  the darkness from one vertices , consuming  the sky with sheer  ferocity , as it a horde  of protons invaded at the empty void.

Done  Ambar C.

TASTE FOR ADVENTURE

TASTE FOR ADVENTURE

The  sunrise  was  spectacular  that day .The  vivid  ruby and tangerine  streaks  that so often caressed the blue brow  of the  sky  were  hidden  behind the clouds . The sunlight seemed to dance across the trees weaving tongues of fire on every leaf. The hypnotic sway of the pines against the stark solidity of the solemn school and building enchanted all the students to a piercing silence. Drowning in the oceans of thought, I was brought back to reality by the resounding voice of our teacher calling us to the bus. This was to be a trip that reawakened our taste for adventure and seasoned our dull minds with a burst of flavor.

The bus was a medley of pungent smells of years of sweat, accompanied by the tinge of diesel wavering into the vehicle gave the air a rotten quality. The rust –encrusted casements and aisles bestowed the interior with some antiquated appearance. As more of my classmates clambered clumsily up the bus steps, the habitual clamor of the form fives descended upon the bus. Soon the atmosphere was bombarded with the throbbing sound of heavy hip hop music as the engine burst to life. The speakers caused vibrations that shock everyone into an amiable mood. Our voices intertwined in a harmonious distortion that unified the entire back row in song. The  familiar  melodies created  avenues for self expression  either  through incessant tapping  and clapping or bouncing rhythmically  as the  music  boomed  the bus trundled onto the road with  all  the ponderousness of a  tank.

To drain out the overwhelming high pitched sounds of a handful of girls and boys. Some students resorted to jamming earphones into their ears. Inevitably, the energy levels sank to an all time low that suffocated the initial tremulous sensation. the  rocky road surface hurled the bus to and fro  and the landscape  outside moved  along  with it the land seemed  to be  in constant motion as the  bus scuttled through interminable fields of corn  and grass . The open windows invited the rich aroma of earth into the vehicle. The stifling humility was cooled by the sweeping breeze but our hearts remained ablaze with passion and the prospect of adventure.

By Donna Morara

UNEXPECTED BIZARRE

UNEXPECTED BIZARRE

The sun was shinning above our heads as we were walking through umber, ancient forest. It reeked of age. Its woody incense was from centuries, of snapping branches crashing to the forest’s floor and rotting silently. The composting, organic smell rose up in waves like a miasma. Every sprawling tree we passed under reminded me of a watchful guardian, a silent sentinel of the groves.

 We decided to venture deeper into the tangled heart of this primeval forest. We hoped that it would reveal its dark secrets to us. But the further we went, the more mystical it become. The monotony of this parched wilderness was difficult to explain. It was a crucible of death, a bone dry basin of vastness.

 The immensely of  it burned into my brain  and  as  I looked up the trees  they seemed to be crisping under  the relentless rays  of  the sun . The arch of fairy tale – green above, was not there anymore as the sun was penetrating into the woods.

 Shuffling noises come from deep in the interior, deadened   by the cunningly woven web of leaves . The deep, haunting ballad of its ancient   song called out to me. With a light heart, I plunged into the over arching vault of leaf and limb and into a waterfall. I did not expect it to look like that. The exquisiteness of the waterfall had not yet lanced to the lush green water pool below. It glided with deadly intent.  Its deadened sound and haunted glades poured into empty spaces. A sepulchral silence overhung the hallowed ground where the trees dared not to grow. The waterfall was Mediterranean blue   and non magical. It was pouring onto the rocks sadly.

This scene was really unsatisfactory. The fluty piping of a song bird split the silence just as the forest become flooded with light. I darted between shafts of lustrous gold light as I went admiring the butterflies. The pirouetted in the air , their  wings a whirr like little ripples of silk.

As I meandered back to the waterfall, a shiny spillway led to a choppier pond. Boulders colonized the age of the pond, buffed with pillows of mass. They caused a rocky gurgling as water  met  stone;  a swish , a clunk , a  swell  and a clop .when we were leaving ; I risked a  glance over  my shoulder.  The forest glade looked freeze frame perfect in the enhanced light.

By  Niham Abdulrazak

Y11

THIS IS MY STORY!

           THIS IS MY STORY! 

It was a totally new experience to visit Kadesh Barnea, a foster home, on Saturday, 20 January. Each child has his/her own unique story and all their stories touched us deeply. I was delighted to see that they all live together as one small family, where they are connected to each other by their hearts, and not by blood. 

There, I met the youngest member of this family who was only 28 days old then. His name is Asha Shujaah. This little champ has faced challenges right from the time he opened his eyes to this world. After his birth, his mother had strangled him and thrown him in a pit latrine, where the maggots had peeled off his skin and he had also ingested some waste. He was revived after five days and immediately taken to hospital because he was extremely weak and also dehydrated. He was kept there for a few days, but due to lack of proper attention over there as well, he was brought to this happy home. For the first few days, his adopter Mum kept him in a pouch, attached to her so that he could feel loved and form a bond with her. He's given antibiotics and is, therefore, now slowly recovering, though the merciless strangle has imprinted a deep scar around his neck. 

I'm glad to see Asha recovering and I hope that he'll soon be completely fine and lead a normal life like other children as well as have a bright future ahead. Furthermore, at a very tender age, these children have learnt to accept and to conquer life's challenges with a smile. They don't know where their next meal will come from or how their expenses will be paid for, but still you see a glow on their faces and their eyes shine with hope. The most important thing is that they all live happily together as a family. It was really worthwhile to spend time with these small children and to know about them. I hope to see them again very soon. 

                                  - Ritu Karania, 

                                    LEO Club of Nakuru

Year 2018

It has been a while , Welcome 2018, and enjoy our articles.

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.

WORRY NOT

WORRY NOT

-          Life has never been a straight line.

-          You plan  but God decides

-          You need to remain focused, if ever, you will achieve any goal in life.

-          Worrying can be good or bad in one’s life, but it’s what we live with all the time.

-          Worrying can motivate you to work extra harder, in order to over come the planning item.

-          But , worrying can be a burden if , you are  worrying over issues you can not control.

-          Worrying about weather, sickness, death, God’s controls, should be avoided, since you cant control them.

-          Worry not, if it does not concern you.

-          Worry not if it‘s out of your control.

POLITICS OF THE STOMACH

Tormentors have always used the politics of the stomach to get their way.

They starve you to death, if need be, unless you give in to their demands.

All over the world some employers coercive their workers to give in, to their demands at the peak hour of the lunch break.

 A meeting drags on until lunch break, where then, the employer asks for the workers to make resolution before they break for lunch. Usually the resolution will be arrived at very fast so that the workers can go for lunch.

Good thinking; never make major decisions on an empty stomach. Lunch hour, is   a no go zone as, far as decision making is concerned.

                                                                                                         

A student’s lesson just before lunch is either rushed over by the teacher, and at the same time students hardly understand what is being taught.

You can get your way, through the stomach.

UNPREDICTABLE WATERS- this is life

UNPREDICTABLE WATERS- this is life

Life is no longer the same irresovable jigsaw puzzle, I cannot solve it,  all is changing as I age.

Day by day everything had widened blurring my sight and enclosing my ears in darkness.

I bumped and fell every minute into my own dark shadow.

I was a mere machine controlled by my own, they told me to do it, But disapproved how I wanted to make it through those unpredictable waters whose tides always pulled me backward and downwards.

They wanted to help me, how? By cheating those narrow strings that twisted around each other to make the words “MIND”.

Those strings were narrow passages concentrated with confusion and dark blank thoughts. These thoughts became nightmares and deepened the wounds in my brain to become trenches in the trench warfare that worsened those days to become death days.

All  I knew was that the next step I would take was the “quit game “ option, I was no longer interested in the “new game” or “refresh” options they were too far to reach and I was too weak to stretch or just to keep the “never give up “ spirit.

Slowly and steadily my mind burned into the ashes and smog that  told me to give up , and that I was never in anyone’s mind  and in no one’s sight until the true me awoke from that long hibernation I was unaware of, I woke her up and distorted her sleep .

She was better than me and one day I asked her “how did you do it? “ and what she told me solved the riddle- like puzzle , she had told me as she smiled“ you have always known it, what you know is what I do , discover it yourself. “

The deep wounds in my mind slowly recovered; after all, there is no incurable wound and those narrow strings became thick twists of fine yarn that elongated with ‘DNA’, Discovered New Abilities.

My timid weak feet now took the liveliest steps to discover the new lands that had always been there.

All I had shed the red and tears that had drowned me into defeat before were now crumbles that were to be crushed and avoided , they were the stairs to hell but now , there was nothing that could now affect me because I had protected myself with a strong ozone layer that I call “ TALENT “.

Remember! The shell I use does not hide me from what’s out there, it enlarges and exposes me to the outside world with the help of taking opportunities, what I did to achieve success. Trial and failure is not what should put you down every time you try it should act as a stepping stone to move in front the path of success.

Done By Richa

WHAT A LIFE

It’s business of the stomach,

I wonder, all businesses are directed to satisfy the stomach.

Do we eat to survive or, we survive to eat.

Will my stomach ever get full?

I am full or do I just imagine am full.

I work so hard to get some money , then I buy food  and  satisfy myself ( fill my stomach)

Then am happy, but two hours down the line, am back to square one, hungry and needing more food.

Am I a slave of my stomach?, I wonder !!!

Oblivion

Oblivion

It must have been years since I saw you! Screeched violet. “Oh my! you look taller  and thinner , damn girl you look hot!

Violet could  not believe that Annette was  standing in front of her .Annete wore a ripped denim jeans  with a white  crop top that sectioned  her torso. Her hair gleamed and her face shone. Her big blue eyes never looked any better. Her eyes tingled with excitement and happiness while her smile stretched from one corner to the other.

The last time violet  saw Annete , was way back in high school, during prom , to be exact. Violet remembered how Annete looked emaciated and frail. Her cheekbones were drooping , her skin flabby, her  eyes half closed. She vividly remembered how Annete blue dress looked so big on her. How it sagged from her shoulders’.

But now Annete looked like a model working for vogue. She had life in her eyes and she looked beautiful,  to say the least.

“What happened to you?” asked violet

“What happened to me?” wondered Annete

You look so beautiful and successful. Let us go grab coffee at that shop down the street “Violet suggested.

The coffee shop looked vintage. The walls were painted jasmine. The tables rein and the chairs  indigo. The shop looked like a rainbow dropped in it. Coffee seeds littered the floor and the shop smelled of freshly harvested cocoa seeds. Rows of sweet looking desserts filled the shelves . Velvet cakes almond cupcakes, chocolate filled doughnuts, sprinkled filled biscuits; brown looking doughtnuts chocolate chip cookies all filled the shelves.

Violet had her stomach rumble. She suddenly felt hungry. She sat on the chair closest to her and ordered an espresso with a chocolate chip cookies as an accompaniment;

“So what have you been up to” asked violet

“after school , I was admitted to san Fransisco Mental clinic due to my  long battle  with depression. I remember , I started doing coke  and I was so addicted to it. That’s a story for another  day. Any way , so I was  in the clinic  for a few months like 6 months  and I could say  that  was my changing point. I got out looking and feeling better. Immediately after I left  the clinic a magazine  hired  me as a model and from there , things just happened. Now,  I signed to vogue!”

 Annete chirped “ what have you been up to ?”

“my life is not as eventful as yours. I went to Stanford , got a PhD in biochemistry. I later worked  as a professor in Harvard  and am still working there “Violet answered.

“ I feel very lucky sipping coffee with a Harvard professor” laughed Annette.

The afternoon slipped  away very quickly and violet was soon walking Annete to her sleek matt convertible parked  on the sideway. They embraced  in a warm hug as they said thee fare well.

By Anne Wambui

AGONY

AGONY

It is said that bonds are ever lasting, especially the ones that are wired through the heart. Bonds do not necessarily need to be related through blood. There are special bonds that are attached through the heart for instance friendship.

It all started when I used  to live with my younger brother at cliff house . On a fine Saturday evening, I received a call from my best childhood friend, James Bavard . He told me that he was going to visit us the next day, early in the morning.

I could  not sleep the whole  night. I tossed and turned, all night pretending to be asleep. Something was keeping me awake , it was  all excitement . The moon laid a ghoulish glow through the window, reminding me of my childhood horror stories. I used to share with James. I did  not realize that I had  gone into a sound sleep soon, with all the memories of James.

Next morning , I waited patiently for James , as  the city had subdued to silence. The wait was getting too long. I would take short walks from the sofa to the door, thinking about  how I was going  to spend my time  with him. Would he still be the same James ? Would I hug him or give him a handshake , when he arrives ? With so many rhetorical questions  flooding into my mind , I was getting more impatient  as time went by.

I was advised by   my younger brother to have some patience and have tea, but no ! I told him that I would take tea with James, when he arrives. Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door that made my stomach church with, excitement. I knew it was James.

I ran quickly to the door and fumbled with the door knob, as it begrudging creaked open. A wind – powered breeze passed me, giving me a cooling effect. As I was ready to welcome James , I suddenly saw a man  with a  black hood  and a knife  on his left  hand  , stabbed  James  on the back. James was dead. I was shattered like gas, my best friend had been killed. I gave  a groan in pain of agony.

Till now , I have  not gotten the reason as to why  James  was killed , whoever killed  him was  very cruel and inhumane . This death of James only gave me agony.

By Arpit Srivastava

BOARDROOM WARS

The board meeting had been dragging on for now.  Men in black sat in rows. Their hands clutching their pens tightly with their elbows straight on the hardwood table. Their eyes intently  focused on the graph in the screen. They all looked monotonous with all of them middle aged, grey hair, saggy wrinkled skin, bushy eyebrows  and drooping eyebrows, But  Hawkins stood out, his  hair coal black gleaming with  the  fine oil, his  skin flawless and smooth, his beard clean shaven , his body youthful and his clothes exuding confidence.

His seat was the biggest, his pen the fanciest and his position in the company the highest. From a tender age, Hawkins has always wanted bigger things…… Bigger  toys , bigger phones , bigger rooms . He was never satisfied with the little things. He instead chose to seek happiness in the finer, bigger and expensive things in life.

Hawkins, an orphan who was taken into a foster home has accomplished a lot for his 23 years he has endured in this world. He has met the most influential people, ate the fanciest food, interacted with powerful personalities and has gotten rid of a lot of people who came in between him and his success. At his age he should be chasing girls by day and partying at night. At his age he should be living in his friends’ caravan and going out of town just for the fun. But here is running the biggest multinational firm in the world, an achievement that he is proud of.

He has always been different, At kindergarten he could solve trigonometry better than a senior. In middle school, his teacher called him delusional and overly ambitious when he told his class that he would be a millionaire at 22. A dream that was long accomplished.

A long the way, Hawkins never found it easy. At 18 years the CIA indicted  him for  fraud . He allegedly stole millions of dollars from the accounting firm, at that time. He was sentenced to one year of jail. At 29 he went behind bars after he failed to repay loans with thousands of dollars. 6 months later, he was  released . After the second time in jail, he came out a different person. His tactics more smooth and his mind quicker he vowed never to go back again.

Hawkins paid full attention to the  shareholder speaking. He knows that this meeting will determine his life forever. His position is jeopardy of being aborted and Hawkins is not happy about It.!

The  man  speaking  in front  of  them  was  fluent  and coherent  and  his  choice  of words chosen  carefully. Tom Wilbroke, the man aged 62 has   never liked Hawkins. He finds Hawkins to be boisterous and intolerable. And today was the only day he could prove to the team of shareholders and directors, today was the only day, he could become the chairman.

Hawkins knew  all about  Wilbrokes plan  and he  was not happy at all . In fact, angry could not describe what he was feeling at that time. Hawkins ruefully smiled as he thought of how he could permanently get rid of Wilbroke . It wont be the first time to murder someone and he knows that it would not  be the last either.

Nothing ever gets between him and his money, NEVER , and  he knows that Wilbroke  has crossed his  boundaries  and  he surely  shall heavily pay for this!!!  

By Anne WAmbui

FREEDOM AT LAST

FREEDOM AT LAST

Jack kept glancing nervously at his watch every other minute. As he looked at the towering prison, several thoughts rushed through in his mind. He looked over at Amaya, his sister and smiled. She smiled back, a nervous smile.

The two siblings were waiting for their father who had been jailed,  eight years earlier . They were just children when this happened. Jack, the first born, remembered it , just as if it had happened yesterday.

He remembered the cries of anguish from his mother as the handcuffs were put on his hands. His sister’s sniffles as tears rolled down her cheeks. He was dazed and could not react. Worst of all he remembered the guilt in his father’s eyes as he got into the police car.

Trial after trial , Jack  come  and watched his father . His father - a thief. He could not believe it. This was the same man who taught him about honour and integrity. His mother did everything in her power to keep him out of jail. Jack knew, however, that his father had done it.

He looked at his sister now, a young woman. Jack wondered how his father looked like. He was sure him and Amaya had changed greatly. They were now teenagers, with their whole lives ahead of them. Jack sighed as he looked at the tall prison gate.

Thunder rumbled and broke the silence .Jack looked up and watched as dark clouds began to swallow the sun. A drop of water hit his forehead and trickled down his nose. The weather seemed to echo his emotions.

Another memory came flooding back into his mind. His mother and sister always visited and wrote letters to his father. For some reason Jack could not bring himself to do either of these things. After a while he realized why. He was ashamed. Ashamed that a man so honorable could do something so terrible.

As the rain began to pour heavily, his heart felt light, liberated. He could breathe properly again. He had forgiven his father. He held Amaya close to him and she smiled back. A happy smile this time. Just then, the gates opened and a man came out. The two waited anxiously as he walked out. Their father had tears in his eyes .Jack and his father said nothing but  just  embraced , in  the  pouring rain.

By Ruth  Morara

WHAT IS LIFE

Life is when you appreciate good things done  to you.

Life is enjoying life today , as if tomorrow will never come.

Life  is appreciating your parents , as being the best parents ever.

Life is understanding yourself , and knowing your limit for today.

Life is knowing , life is never a straight line but rather a struggle to survive.

Life is just life , enjoy it fully, today.

 Tomorrow never comes, and if it comes, it is today.

ksamba

MIND OF A CROOKED TEENAGER

Some people just do not understand  me  but are quick to judge me.

Hear this; Among my family members , three quarters are all working . I mean employed  by big organizations. They are earning good money courtesy of  good education. My two uncles  are doctors, i have a lawyer sister  and an engineer  cousin. So it is expected  that i will become either a lawyer , doctor or an engineer.

Surprise of all; i hate those professions, my dream is to venture into fine art courses. i really enjoy using a pencil and a brush.My parents are not ready to hear anything related to pencil and brush issues. 

They do not understand me , and are trying to judge me , by comparing me to the other members of our family. Good Lord help me!!!!!

THE CROOKED MIND OF A TEENAGER

THE CROOKED MIND OF A TEENAGER

I went into hibernation for few months, due to unavoidable reason, hopefully, am back for keeps. All these time, my mind was never in limbo, but rather, I was busy sharpening my imagination.

We have few weeks, before the year 2017 comes to an end, but I have not accomplished half of what I had set to achieve. For sure, am racing against time, but will I ever achieve my set goals.

One of my set goals is, to conquer my mind. You see, I have this problem, where, a negative thought takes over the running of me. Am sometime overwhelmed by myself, not to know, what to do.

Am told that, this is the major issue which teenagers are wrestling with, most of the time.