Headscarf in the pink….

Or was it Supposed be the pink headscarf…??

Well….. I have no idea am just trying to carve from this story the wall of my heart… because sometimes in life it’s the little precious moments that always be the well spring of much to come…

To him, a young lad barely into his twenties, her eyes are what stuck him the most when he first beheld her… to truly attest to the fact that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. She was mysterious, the corner where she used to have her weekly dose of Mr.Opija had almost gotten used to the sweet scent reminiscent of Swahili beauties, young and unmarried… she was quiet, reserved but maybe there was more that the pink headscarf held back….

Little precious moments like a dying phone… little precious moments like the striking of a chocolate craving JUST at the right time… its these little precious moments that always be the wellspring of greater things to come…

She was so kind as to watch over the young lad’s phone… and share a bar of chocolate that she had maybe saved for an entire month to acquire…  she was interesting…. maybe there was more the pink headscarf had to reveal…. Like a loving heart…

The mystery unfolding, she still held his interest… the headscarf in the pink becoming more and more part of the lad’s life… Her character more than her pretty physique began to make impression… and  the unmistakable bonds of friendship formed… the step to the a thousand mile journey was made… and the made it together… and on that moment they walked down the road into the sunset, unbeknown to them that in the darkest moments of their lives will they be most instrumental in their healing.

I thank God, for letting the paths of two very different people meet… I thank God for I know that in some way you have played a part in my life… an important part. And to you my friend, Nasra Omar Bwana… I shall be forever be indebted… your gift of love is something that I can’t repay but with only a gift that is of equal magnitude, my eternal gratitude to you.

The headscarf in the pink that became part of my life…. THANKS for being my friend.:)

How far from Home?

How far from home? I asked as on

I bent my steps – the watchman spake:

“The long, dark night is almost gone,

The morning soon will break,

Then weep no more, but speed thy flight,

With hope’s bright star thy guiding ray,

Till thou shalt reach the realms of light, in everlasting day.

I asked the warrior on the field,

This was his soul inspiring song:

“with courage, bold, the sword I’ll wield,

The battle is not long.

Then weep no more, but well endure

The conflict, till thy work is done:

For this we know, the prize is sure,

When victory is won.

I asked again: earth, sea and sun

Seemed, with one voice, to make reply;

“Time’s wasting sands are nearly run,

Eternity in nigh.

Then weep no more – with warning tones,

Portentous signs are thickening round,

The whole creation, waiting, groans,

To hear the trumpet sound.”

Not far from home! O blessed thought!

The traveler’s lonely heart to cheer;

Which oft a healing balm has brought,

And dried a mourner’s tear.

Then weep no more, since we shall meet

Where weary footsteps never roam –

Our trials past, our joys complete,

Safe in our father’s home.