Limo's Narratives.

There is no doubt that Kenyans are very philanthropic. Only this week wh ile form one admission is going on, I have seen numerous occasions were Kenyans have teamed up to secure opportunities for the bright but underprivileged students to join the schools that they were lucky to be called. Behind the Mshenzi hashtag, social media is a breeding ground of kindness as gestures of good wishes are shared across. From the deserts in the up north, through the ranges and mountains of central past the rift valley all the way to the lakeside and surrounding regions. Kenyans are supporting their next generation in all ways possible. Governors are also busy launching scholarships worth millions to bright students. students are smiling all the way as parents shed tears of relief. Thanks to everyone. Sincerely. So, today, looking at this wave of kindness shared across the social media I sneaked myself sometimes off the calls and summoned myself for a meeting. I have been making a lot of calls...

Come, sit with me, Cuddle and curl on my arms, Hold on to my hand, Don't let my presence slip in your eyes, Climb over my body, And don't be afraid to hurt me, Sleep while holding me, Don't let me go, Am your world, have fun Refuse to go to school until four, But then don't be an early bird, I don't want you to speak, Foreign language, It is not fatal to delay writing, Don't be far away from me, I will educate you, Mentor and nurture, Am your world, have fun. Refuse to let daddy go, To the workplace and leave you lonely. Until he carries you on his shoulders, Until you're satisfied, Worry not about him, If he insists follow him, Cause trouble every time, He fails to attend to you. Am your world have fun. Are you worried about toys? I will provide them for you, Break them and lose them, I will always replace them. Get stuck in the mud. Soak your clothes if you can. Break mama's plates without fear. Dip m...

Every morning I plunge myself, Into the swirl you create. As the day advances, I bump into opportunities, That catapult me to you. I get so close, very close, But I never reach you. You are like a horizon, Every time I stand on a tower, I see you clearly. But the moment I set my foot, To see you, You move far away. I have never met you. You are a shadow, Always present and close by, At my moments of light, you are present, At my dark times, you are away, I can't hold you, No matter how much I try. I can never own you. Expectations, expectations. Why do you seem so real? Like a moon a clear sky? But you can not be held. Like a wind, you pass by, Unseen but clearly felt. St. Gebre was right. Great expectations make frustrated men.