Due to unexpected personal challenges, I'm ending my blog.
Beginning.
Middle.
End.
This is a story
A story about a flower killed in its youth
And the children gathered around the table
For the death of a flower
did not register in their small minds.
They asked
Kiki kye tugenda okuyiga leero?
I did not answer,
I did not know how.
So I told them a story instead
A story about a flower killed in its youth.
The flower was bright
and eager as any other child
to touch the sky and be seen by God
But its roots were too deep
Too far buried
in the mud to stretch beyond the threshold.
The children asked
Why was the flower,
the beautiful flower so deep
deep in the ground
They asked.
Simanyi
I don't know
That was a lie.
A lie that floated to Heaven
and kissed the cheek of God.
The flower was not murdered
The flower was not sick
The flower simply was...
"Poetry comes from the highest happiness or the deepest sorrow."- A.P.J. Abdul Kalam
Thank you for supporting my blog. It's literally only been two weeks, but life has a way of throwing stones at you. I created this blog to be a safe space where I could express what I wanted. Unfortunately, even under the watchful gaze of the Lord, darkness stalks the dreamer. I know it was too short, but I hope you enjoyed it all the same. I'll still be making content in the future but I will not be posting anymore.
I want you all to know that you are loved for who you are no matter what. Know that you deserve all the blessings and happiness of life. Remember to take care of yourselves, mentally and spiritually. This world will crush your soul if you don't.
I hope one day I can relaunch my blog. But for now, I think I really just need time to process some things. Stay healthy and love one another.
Mukama Akukume.
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