21 Questions.
She knew she wasn't perfection re-incarnate...couldn develop the cure for cancer, AIDS or some other non-innocuos disease...perform open heart surgery to miraculously save the last baby on earth...or bring instant world peace perhaps...? Nay, that she couldn't do no matter how she'd try.
She was ordinary, nothing special about her, just a mere pawn in the puzzle that was life, the 'pawniest' of them all even. She was what one would say 'insignificant'...just as were her contributions to mother earth, if at all there were any....
Sure, she was still young but what had she to show for her 20 odd years on earth? Her collection of fancy jewellery from Maasai market? Her delicate fabrics from Gikomba...Ngara? Those beautiful purple stilleto's from pricey Mr. Price...
Maybe her form 4 certificate? Or that degree in art?...was her formal education enough?
What had she achieved, really?
Sure, she'd read all the Cosmo's and Elle's cover by coveted cover since she was 13, but did this what did that count for?
When was anything ever substantial, ever enough?
When could one say that, ''Yes, I've done it, I've accomplished. It's enough.''?
Was it humour? Well, granted, she wasn't funny...well not over the top funny...but thats besides the point.
Lately she had been trying to see her life and comparing it to others. Like there was this funny dude in class, he made a brilliant comment...the kind that makes that bulb on top of the head shine bright. Was that it, humour? Thats the question which seemed to get ever nagging as the moments unwillingly slithered by.
She had seen the way the Egyptians had done it. A week and Mubarak was gone. Now that was something. Could she pull off something equally great? Worth that spot in history books? Had she pulled off something equally enthralling in her past? Like Zuckerbag did with facebook. Or better yet, like Dorsey with twitter? Or Marende with Kibaki's nominations. Had she done something just as awesome for mankind, Kenyans or atleast one person...?
She wanted to feel accomplished, then perhaps she would be free of this nagging feeling...she wanted freedom. Freedom from not being something, someone...to someone... anyone?
She was ordinary, nothing special about her, just a mere pawn in the puzzle that was life, the 'pawniest' of them all even. She was what one would say 'insignificant'...just as were her contributions to mother earth, if at all there were any....
Sure, she was still young but what had she to show for her 20 odd years on earth? Her collection of fancy jewellery from Maasai market? Her delicate fabrics from Gikomba...Ngara? Those beautiful purple stilleto's from pricey Mr. Price...
Maybe her form 4 certificate? Or that degree in art?...was her formal education enough?
What had she achieved, really?
Sure, she'd read all the Cosmo's and Elle's cover by coveted cover since she was 13, but did this what did that count for?
When was anything ever substantial, ever enough?
When could one say that, ''Yes, I've done it, I've accomplished. It's enough.''?
Was it humour? Well, granted, she wasn't funny...well not over the top funny...but thats besides the point.
Lately she had been trying to see her life and comparing it to others. Like there was this funny dude in class, he made a brilliant comment...the kind that makes that bulb on top of the head shine bright. Was that it, humour? Thats the question which seemed to get ever nagging as the moments unwillingly slithered by.
She had seen the way the Egyptians had done it. A week and Mubarak was gone. Now that was something. Could she pull off something equally great? Worth that spot in history books? Had she pulled off something equally enthralling in her past? Like Zuckerbag did with facebook. Or better yet, like Dorsey with twitter? Or Marende with Kibaki's nominations. Had she done something just as awesome for mankind, Kenyans or atleast one person...?
She wanted to feel accomplished, then perhaps she would be free of this nagging feeling...she wanted freedom. Freedom from not being something, someone...to someone... anyone?
you're too deep D'law, too deep. felt like you were talking about me- well, except for the cosmos and elles part:-)
ReplyDeletegreat piece man! I officially declare myself your number one fan. or is it groupie??
doesnt matter. I love your work:-):-)
thank you love :)
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