The Resurrection of the MUSE!

Its never easy to let you go kukuiwala kukuchema unanditani I've tried I've sweated But I still love you more than I love myself I still love you more than love itself unanditani??

They say the most creative form of writing comes from this emotion called pain... They say writers who have been hurt the most write the best stories... They say one can't get to that sweet core of creating a page without getting to the depth of a certain emotion... If you had asked me all the aforementioned in the last decade I'd a million times agree with you. I'd even swore over my cat's life for every point made and maybe fight anyone who dares to disagree. But today, I change my mind. Today I know the best stories come from a happy heart. Sad creates sad.

Just listened to this masterpiece.... I am mesmerized. Where was it all my life?

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Yoh, I haven't written in a while. This page has almost disowned me for neglegence. So where do I start from? Where is the beginning? Where is the end? Well, all I know is, with the story of my heart, there will never be an ending. The beginning is forever and immovable. The beginning remains standstill and un affected by all the debris life brings along with it as time flies. The world once told me a person only has one true love in a life time. And the universe convinced me plenty of times that no one forgets their true love...or is it first love? Well, the difference between true love and first love is surely debatable! I leave it up to you to work it out. Ok, so I am right here a few decades later, right where it all began - inside my head. I'm right here unable to switch off the love flame that ignited over twenty two years ago... It still hurts It still burns It still fries the very core of my soul Of course am talking about LOVE That sweet, mellow first love It s...

Stephen, also affectionately known as "Katani" was my brother. Not sure how my sister Gertie came up with the alias but it stuck and in the end everyone called him Katani including myself. Stephen was a genius. He was so smart both academically and worldly I would stop and wonder how someone so small would have such huge brains. I remember Stephen being so young and tiny among the giants in STD 8. In those years there would be lots of young women and men repeating the class for the 5th or 8th time as it was hard to get selected to a national secondary school. But not our Stephen. He cruised past his schooling passing every class. He was the only one among the Jijide grand children who never got chastised for failing in school. Stephen was so streetwise and sadly that would become his weakness that led to his making wrong choices and downfall eventually. Today I'd like to dedicate this blog to Stephen and his fourty six years of gracious life. Short, but purposeful life...

First and foremost, let me welcome myself back to this magical world of scribbling. There's nothing as exciting as the union of words on page. Nothing as sexy! I haven't blogged for so long. Almost a decade to be exact. My reasons for not blogging are mostly unknown. Somewhere along the long winding road called life I lost both my way and muse. I still write though. A lot of nonsense and most of it random on my Instagram page. Yes, INSTAGRAM! I am a big fan. In fact I have "citizenship" on the site. That's how hyperactive my page is. You can follow me if you feel up to it. HannahNkunga is the name. Okay, so why am I back to blogging? Well, that's a long exhausting story for another day and blog. For now let me make is short and sweet. Lovingz H.