May you grow to be a fearless and proud accepting-self human.

There is a pleasure a bee takes in collecting nectar and piling it into a hive. It knows well that the chores involved in such a task will yield sweet results.

Then I saw his kind eyes, a comfort I desired. Then I saw his height, a knight I needed by my side. Then I saw his body, a man I surrendered to.

To eat Ugali is an art of adventure in itself. Forget cutlery because all you need is your lovely fingers.

I do not condemn either the rich or the poor, but the consequences of these two.

My thick and full lips shall pout their African ancestry until all sorrows are kissed out of me.

The joy of comradeship in this foreign land has been killed by silence and overprotection of personal space. I miss the chaos around me for it makes me realise that I am amidst life and alive.

Everyone these days is concerned so much with privacy and forgets the value of human touch. We still need each other but are scared of how it might sound or appear to the other.

At times we are the worst racist enemies of our black selves.

If a lion can growl, why shouldn’t a man cry?

A foolish mind would not raise an eyebrow when things are done diff erently in a foreign culture. An educated mind would try to understand the meaning of it all.

As a matter of fact life itself is measured by time.

When we work with love we renew the spirit; that renewal is an act of self-love, it nurtures our growth.

My taste in music originates from my culture and heritage, and from traveling the world and listening to all kinds of fun sounds and bits.

We forget our health and comfort and notice a pinching shoe. Much of living well is detaching from our boring stories of pain and shifting focus

Whatever you read, read the Bible first. Beware of bad books: there are plenty in this day. Take heed what you read.

I cordially dislike allegory in all its manifestations, and always have done since I grew old and wary enough to detect its presence.

Adults are just children sometimes. But evil, hurt children.

It behooves us unanimously and inviolably to observe the ecclesiastical traditions, whether codified or simply retained by the customary practice of the Church.

Every time I go near the stove, the dog howls.

Somewhere, everywhere, now hidden, now apparent in what ever is written down, is the form of a human being. If we seek to know him, are we idly occupied?