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For a moment there she was his and he was hers. Unquestionable truth, it was known. They were the best version they could be, effortlessly happy, tried and tested and with each passing adventure the isle drew closer.

They picked their colors and dreamt of their day before man and God professing their truth. They chose the napkins and decided on the shades and shapes …..blissful.

Then the devil came in. Happiness became like chasing the wind. The dream a distant glare. She tried to hold on, as much as the strength within allowed her, he fought for the days past and the hope of an effortless tomorrow. All to no avail.

They had become so comfortable in their universe and gave no regard to the evil lingering, plotting, strategizing and eventually striking. They loved so hard that went it cracked, it instantly broke. They dreamt and forgot to shield their love.

She was his now she is hers.

Careful the wreck you leave behind


Thank you
Thank you for crossing my path
Thank you for letting me witness your glory, just enough to keep me interested. Then yanking it away like death in the night.
Thank you for walking me right down the path I ‘desired’ knowing it’s a facade. Knowing it was far from your reality but…why not ? Why not sample the ‘deserted road’? Who knows it just might spring new light….right?

Thankyou for the clarification. No , I don’t desire approval rather acceptance. Don’t desire to be deceived . Thankyou for the hurt, too bad I chose the exit before the water works debut.

Thank you I am better despite of you not because of you. Thankyou my heart left intact, scratched but fine.

Lets see how well reversed roles play out. Careful not to be schooled by the wreck you leave in your wake.



I could write about our dead soldiers
but their pain is gone
I could go on and on about how they will be missed but they won’t hear me
I write for those left behind.

The young mother left with nothing but a cold side of the bed
The family that lost the “pride of the family”
The friends that lost their selfless comrade
What of their pain? When will it end?

I could parade twitter with #istandwithkdf tweets but do we really?
As a nation we feel the pain but it’s nothing compared to the families loss
I write for the pain of growing up fatherless, living with the loss of a child ,living with the memories of a dear friend.

They dedicated their lives to total strangers. Chose to fight and protect our freedom and our land.
For that they lost the ability to watch over their loved ones
For that they forgo watching their infants grow
I weep for our departed and weep even more for those they left behind.

One for all and all for one they say… May their legacies live on and those left behind know we are forever indebted. They say time heals ….well time will tell… My sincere condolences and outmost respect to all affected and afflicted


God gave me you for the ups and downs

I carry you in my heart
Carry you every where
With every stride and every challenge
Your presence encourages me

I’m glad you chose me
Glad you came to me
Through you I have learnt to love
And love with every fibre of me

Now I can’t imagine a universe we don’t meet
A time I’m not yours and you’re not mine
Cursed be the day we depart from each other
Blessed be the eternity we spend

Mama loves you, adores you and would give up everything to see you smile and live free for all of time.



We may never recover what is lost. Never un-ring a bell. Often times tears are the only way of cleaning the stains away. Cry,scream, let it all out then wipe your tears, pick up what’s left of you and live to fight another day.

Packing up the shit isn’t easy either. Every now and then when the music comes on, the mind wanders. When we least expect it the phone rings ….a call that should go unanswered but the body is weak. Though we fight to soldier on ,we bend along the way. It is not a one time decision but a decision to choose every time temptation calls, every day till it becomes what we know.

Choose to choose yourself. Accept your past and leave it behind. It should not define your present nor determine your future. Choose to believe there is more to life than cleaning up tainted slates and worn out smiles.

Finally, when the phone rings, when the door bell rings or a shoulder tap happens… Don’t be afraid to answer because by choosing yourself you have all the control.

Before you know it , all will be distant memories to be recalled when a sad scene comes on in a movie. A moment in time not what is….