The Flying Seed!

159576860I am trudging.

Trudging on graveled ground delicate fluff.

I whittle over, unseeing sometimes. I knock over a stone, then pause and rest.

I  take a breather, deep deep breaths. Some call it a sigh. Mine revive me. I move on unperturbed even in the dark, I shuttle on.

Danger, threats, fear, giants roaring some lurking in my way. Yet I glide and fly up unharmed. For  I  must soar over all for all future me ones. In just a matter of time I will bloom into that giant tree.

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I write lived experiences and encounters. I write straight from my heart. I pour my thoughts, observations and nuances with black ink on white sheets of webpages. My thoughts and conclusions are my own. If they lead you to think, change or laugh about a thing or two, then I have lived my purpose- to influence positively. This page is dedicated to all Kenyan Mothers and Girls, and to Fathers because daughters are borne of them and to Boys, who call them sisters. If I discover anything out there that will enrich your life or provide income or improve your overall well being, I'll bring it here. It may get personal, but learn and have fun, afterall who celebrates us but us. Who fights for us but us.😇

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