The Crown City

In a heat of the battle, standing right in the line of fire, with no hope of retreat, there’s no place to go back to, and your future looks at you with wings of fire, afraid to fight and yet it’s your only option.
The seat at the table is not an easy achievements, takes a ton of dedication and failed battles along the way, but, eyes on the prize.
The tears of a victor spread out through years of pain and struggle to make it to the crown city
A city only a few get to see, the road is thorny with only but a view of the roses and once you get to that garden, the final road towards the crown city…
Your patience is tested the most when you’re almost at the top, that sets apart the fighter from the envoy
You’re so close to give up and yet it’s the hardest battle you’ll have to win or give up only to start all over
A toast to all those on their journey and choose not to give up!!! Suit up, I’ll see you on the other sideπŸ‘ŒπŸ˜‰πŸ’œ

Beauty in the dark πŸ˜

It’s almost midnight, it’s been a while since I actually listened to the true sound of nature, the soothing sound of the birds and wind blowing is nothing like in the urban centers. It’s amazing the difference, the distractions of the day to day life, the noise from people and work distracts everything beautiful
Except for the stars I’m the sky that can not be hidden from anyone with the will and eyes to see
Only in the heat of dark can you truly see the beauty of the heavens and the sound of creatures that come out in the night
Singing melodies that seem to correlate to make music for the hearers
Only place to truly view this is in the still quiet place in your mind, when you deliberately close your eyes to all the noise
Only true place to experience nature is upcountry, away from noise distraction and fumes
Interest yourself in solo travel, only then can you truly see
The beauty in the dark

The beautiful pain of Adulting

Abandoned to the world is the feeling of every parent about their teenager turned young adult
Sending off your precious possession to the world where you don’t control what they do anymore
Scary, right?
My father experienced all these emotions each time his little girl was leaving and I could never understand his tension until now
Adulting involves a wide range of pain given in small doses until you die
No, not overrated I promise
Giving life isn’t a piece of cake, it’s a whole new series of challenges
But the beauty is that it is the most beautiful pain you will ever experience and each time they’re out of your sight, you know better not to worry but you still do, Because it’s exploration for them and just learning to make their own deductions of the world
Letting them grow is hard but worth it.
I am a better person because of my personal experiences and hardly about what I’ve been taught and told


Morning is here my heart

In the midnight hour When it gets quiet All you hear is the sound of nature and your own breath And the heart beating so fast Like a warning to just stop thinking The day is finally dawning When I’ll understand why What the heart was trying to warm me Is it bright and dooms day My mind wonders, as my heart beats twice as fast The feeling overwhelmes me But who I’m I to question the future I can not see or control All I have is now, To deal with the darkness sorrounding my path It looks like the sun has never shone but deep down I know what’s true Troubles come in the night, but they don’t last Joy comes in the morning Oh how I long for that day When all the pieces are in place and my heart will wonder How heavens play a fair game and yet I worry Tell my heart to beat again For good news looms around closely But I’m blinded by my eyes that see today Tell my heart to hope again For there’s all answers ahead Tell my heart to look up to the sky To see the stars that shine bright every night when it’s dark For they shine through my path even now Until my morning comes Tell my heart the day will shine brighter than I have ever seen

Long distance πŸ’•

Midnight calls never grow old.
It’s the summension and the peak of I can’t sleep well without you
I need you and I chose your voice to sleep too and wake up to now that morning breathe isn’t sexy from a distance πŸ˜ƒ
Midnight blues send your thought process a certain angle
Most popularly to the ones we wish were close but far
I hope it sure makes our hearts fonder
Even though I crave your touch of your masculine hands and a cold kiss on my lips
The thought makes my heart warm and I remember I’m truely falling deeper in love with one that loves me back
Nothing beats that viewπŸ˜‡ from where I stand

Safety first my heart

I met a guy online that gave me butterflies
He reached out with a simple I’d like to get to know you
That was a down to earth genuine statement
I thought it was dependable cause he didn’t go on about my beauty and queenly ordain
I thought it wasn’t cheap talk and I knew I wanted to get to know him
The first look in his eyes, the shyness behind his masculine body couldn’t hide really
He spoke to me with friends in the background
I knew it was either legit that he wasn’t afraid to explain the blush on his face
Or he bet he would sweep me off my feet in a day and he was winning
At the pocker table with his friends, him loosing and winning and just letting me tag along felt awesome
I felt it was something different
The random texts while he tossed and turned in bed
I thought it was something
Was I wrong? I have been before
For what it’s worth, it was a memorable couple of days and for that reason I still text
And call, just to feel special just one more minute, couple more minutes
After all, life is just the bits and pieces and it’s worth the wait
It’s worth the pain
But not for long hunny
Awakening my heart in small doses and just smashing it in high doses of non communication
The highs and lows of loving are pretty intense
So intense we keep wanting it
Isn’t it what makes it amazing
Only I just wanna love and be loved
The intensity of hurt goes so deep like a sword you can not take out without dying
Safety first my heart
Just that you don’t know what that is when you like someone

Sleep vs Ideas

They say sleep is for the weak
Maybe there’s some truth to it
Falling asleep amidst a project is one of the hardest things to come along. I have sometimes resorted to melatonin just to escape my mind that wanders all night
But the brightest ideas I’ve so far crafted started at 2 AM in the night, I’m at Cross roads with wanting my beauty sleep and jotting century ideas that will change lives for years
It’s like picture perfect with the serenity and calm of the night, no interruptions from the world, just you, your book and pen.
It flows from a place of desperation to have real change and tangible ideas
Every new company I set up poses new challenges that need to be addressed and my team looks up to me for direction
They think I’m smart, well I know I am thanks to the midnight angel that passes with ounces of knowledge enough to push me to a greater height for my new projects
It’s beautiful agony, the fight between sleep and ideas

Midnight groanings

I heard a woman groaning in the middle of the night, she came from loud and calmed down a little and eventually picked up on the sound. I couldn’t sleep and all I wanted was a restful night after a long day and she couldn’t allow me that. It was the prayer of this earnest person, tired of the way things are going. Repeating incarnations over and over, It was evident that she’s been through the pit of lion and in the valley of death and her only option was this God she was praying to.
What prompts this heartfelt prayer, lose sleep in the middle of the night. I believe in the supernatural, I believe in God and I believe that the honest tears of a righteous person drop right in palms of this helper and there’s ever present help in moments like these, faith as little as a mastard seed moves mountains. The world works together for those who trust. I will surely come back and write about this lady when I see the results of her 3 am prayer when things finally change 😊

The now silent Christmas hero

I knew for a fact that I had to smile the next morning
Even though I had a sleepless night
With nightmares from my past
With a heavy heart bleeding for the people I care for now
I knew for a fact that I had to be strong
Even though I was crumbling deep down
The pain I felt was too much as Christmas closed in
I knew for a fact that I have a family that depended on me
And I couldn’t tell the tale with my eyes straight
My head was low, as the reasons kept resounding in my mind
Like I owed the world explanation
For my inability to provide
It was all in my mind
Because they didn’t have to see it
The pain and the burden I carried
So heavy I could use a hand in the moment
Each one too far to reach me
They didn’t have to see it
The bended knees and bruised back from the weight overload
I let them see the shining star
Bright as
The smile of a thousand blossoming lillies
My efforts futile sometimes,
They still see a hero staring into those eyes!

Ideas; The real Gold

I caught myself singing a lot lately, well everyone sings in their heads and most times in the bathroom and kitchen, rightπŸ€”
Three weeks ago I met a prophet of God who told me my calling is to sing
I laughed so loud in my mind and thought, ofcourse I’m called to sing to myself, I sing three tones in one line, talented right?
Fast forward to this moment now, it just dawned on me how powerful an idea is, even though I wasn’t convinced by the man if God, my brain registered the idea and it caused a series of involuntary actions to actually be better at singing.
I have watched children waste themselves because their parents told them they would never amount to anything in life
I know adults who won’t make decisions without consulting mum because she’s the yardstick of life and perfection itself
I know women who don’t know they are beautiful because a man told them they aren’t
I know kids struggling in school because their parents never appreciate any effort and think nothing they do is good enough
I could go on and on, we all know this and some of us struggling with the same
I know it is true for sure
Be careful what you say and how you say it, the world needs more of kindness and bright ideas, you’ll never know the impact of your words, I’d like to call them ideas
They turn people into great men and women
They turn into money, creating a generation of financially independent people

An idea! Is all it takes

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