Focal Point

See, this is what happened- When we met, At the site, me doing my daily drudgery, You making meals at the eatery, Yes, I thought you were the girl of my dreams, Infact I did tell you that, And the blush of your cheeks is quite vivid still. Now, its not that I lied, I just spoke the truth at that instant But today, girl, I have a confession: Last night, I had a dream- I rarely dream you see, so yes, When I told you you were the girl of my dreams, I wasn't being honest. I didn't lie, But it wasn't true much. It was strange that dreams can be so contradictory. Let me let you go, my beautiful, Let me spare you my troubles, my pretty. I thought you were the girl of my dreams, But in my dream, was me and a monster, And you, my dear are not a monster.

    Gor, leading the league by a clean 12 points, are in pole position to underline their status as Kenya's most eminent football club but its the fairy tale manner in which it is shaping up that provokes  thought. Slightly over a decade ago, it would have been ignorant, unwise if not even criminal to think that Gor Mahia, one of two Kenyan footballing gems(the other being arch-rivals AFC Leopards) would even come close to recalling past glories. It was a period when Kenyan football had ebbed to its lowest tide, embroiled in the murks of its chronic wrangles. With Gor Mahia and AFC staring down an abyss, so did the adornments that garnished Kenyan football. The sport was barging through the rains and the storm threatened to discredit the achievements of the two collosal teams. For Gor Mahia, their Africa conquering memories of 1987 then seemed like bad reminders of how deep they had sank and how high they couldn't reach and how far off the pedestal they were. Of course the f

I saw, The dew of the morning kiss the cold feet, I felt, The cold of the night wear down to the sun's streams, And in the dip of the horizon in the far east, The half dome of the unfurling rods of sunrise became. I saw, Dancing in the day, the yellow of the sunflower, and the spread of the red poppy. I heard, The croaking of the warted grey frog of the ponds, And the whirling of the elfin dragon fly over still waters. I saw, The spines of the cypress and the pines, Bend to their full stretch to the winds, All heralding a promising day, I heard their ominous creaks and rustle and their sinister whisper, I felt the winds touch upon my dry cheeks. I saw, The fall of the fat orange leaves of the  Msunzu, And the drop of the cold crystalline dew from the jagged blade of a grass, Better days have been than this. I saw, The scattering of the heavy grey clouds, Revelation of a vacant blue skies, Birds exuberance,vibrance after a downpour, In the bars of a sun peeki