Cursed miracles.

She confused me, I wasn't willing to, I told her about you, She wanted a chance too, She convinced me. If you were in my shoes, You would have fallen for it too. A token? Too much for my normal means! No!, Please! Okay, this will do. For now? So much! That's how i got the incurable one. Don't forgive me, But do you have a choice?

Perhaps in her own quiet way, Maybe it was her tone of voice, Was it how she walked? Or how she would throw things in that house? I did not hate her and ofcourse i could never love her, But sometimes her actions irritated me. When she comes, for she is now gone, I will tell her, If i get the courage to, For her eyes, im sure, still hold the same piercing look, rude stare, and her voice, the same angry tone, That made me look away when she asked for her bathing shoes. I can hear her knock. Courage, don't fail me Strength, hold my legs well, i dont want them to shake, When she asks for her lost spoon.

Her rosary on She moved along the rows, to the first bench He was now CEO, a higher notch. Immediately he looked, She pulled. He ignored, She pulled. She pulled, Now it pushed. Outside, The nice smiles, Just a cline . Ngina's was nearer And cheaper. He heaved, And panted, She lay, He left a sign. Now alone, No Sermon, She tries, Pushes, Cries, And slowly dies.

Verging towards the moon Dark clouds hide; gloom Demeans And blankets the forever meeting in our dreams.

Sick memories Of live beginnings Blooming presents But hopeless forever * s . Long nights of rehersals and paperwork, Aspirations to overthrow intelligent quirks, Overtimes and overworks , Change; dark Bleak. Endearing promises, Of love in happiness and in sickness, Sour love, hate; guess'es Ugly infidelity genesis. Enthusiastic selves, In consuming all in library shelves, Dreams of Doctorates;a rock, havel Recession~scorn head. Decisions must include noose and scapel. Life is no roulette, Nor albatross illuminate, Supreme being rules, be happy, never irate This, human, gestate World, gesundheit !

The confession process made him stay, The priest couldnt come with her today, She moved about with a sense of civility, Cursing the emancipation and the errors in the society. Ah! Pampers price had risen again! She was conviced *Yubilee was only there for its gain. And Father Korir wasn't preaching hard enough to increase the offering... ...Despite that, she hummed gratefully. A whole tornado of phases, Had followed her like chameleon faeces... Ever since the Father at the cathedral, Had decided to use the 'withdrawal'. Her boyfriend at home, had'nt waited to learn if the child belonged to him, ...but not to worry, 'Her Father' was more polished and educated. He usually came at night, He had 'a reputation' to uphold,'a servant of the might'. Eldoret was cold, And their daughter, now hers alone, had caught a cold. But this night, she was quiet, cold. Face wringled, like one from the old. Quiet forever, She hears he is hiding