Thursday, May 27, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Bushman
You drove, you walked, through the dryness of the Tanzanian savana. You slept and ate on theses grounds, shared and discovered its hidden treasures with the warriors of the sun. You became one of them and now, your heart is opened to the land of peace. You took me away with you, sometimes for a week, sometimes only just for a day. Unforgetable moments shared with my beloved father. I love you Daddy..
Monday, February 8, 2010
Puppy Love
Ah... What can I say... I just love this dog two bits... My 12th birthday present and I don't know how my life would be without this small (or should I say BIG) gem. Wembe, (Kiswahili word for blade) helped me through sad moments and dissapointments. Sometimes, the ones to understand you the best are the ones who are unable to speak themselves, but who never let you go.
Caught on camera!
That day was my dear little sister's 7th birthday. A family friend (professional photographer) was trying to catch portraits of me the whole day. I avoided him, but as you know, paparazzis are just unevitable and unbeatable. Yes, despite all my efforts, he caught me. My sweet little mother heavily insisted for me to post it on my blog. So Mum, here it goes: Dedicated to you.
And there he was...
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
I look up at you, but your face is dull. Where did the bright sunny smile go? Did I take it from you? The harsh seriousness takes over your once upon a time radiant face. What have I done? What can I do to get the light back into the darkness of my days? Your words cut ugly profound wounds on my now sore soul. Today, you say you're sorry, that you don't know what went through your mind. Yes. You are deeply sorry. But my heart still aches and bleeds from the words of yesterday. Time will heal it I'm sure, but meanwhile, i shall suffer in a deep and silent way. So silent that you won't even hear my last breath.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
Red lips, Warm heart
Memories of a Bookworm...
There it goes, a warm Tuesday afternoon at Braeburn school. Quietly sitting in the grass for another one of our wonderful and original English lessons. This book is interesting, but I can see I'm not the only one enjoying it. An orange inch worm crawls, out of nowhere, to sit on my page. "Would you like to share my reading?" I whisper. Well, it seems quite thrilled to be invited to one of our delightful English classes, so I generously share my book with it. This shall forver be carved in our memories, us bookworms!
Soldier of the night
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