I saw through the paint.

“Mommy i want to go out and play.”The baby lion begged. One chance to play in the rain like his friends was all he wanted.Over and over he asked. If only he could be quiet. Mama lion had a bad day. The hunt was fruitless and the rains had shown no mercy. She couldn’t take the nagging anymore so out of anger she pushed baby lion only to shut him up but what she didn’t  know was the sharp edge of a rock waiting on him,It pierced through his heart soo hard that his breath escaped him. Poor mama simba she couldn’t  stand the pain of causing her son’s  death, so she danced over the cliff into the river at the rhythm of her sorrow to her death.

An artist’s  story. How it excites and fascinates you. Take painters for example, how they paint their moments be it joy,sorrow,pain, name them. How they bring out the beauty within and around. Moulding everything into a clear picture. They paint their dream, we see the stories, laugh, cry, sympathize and sometimes we forget to appreciate. we forget that sometimes its not about the painting but also the purpose and the painter.  They paint, write, sing,draw,and we listen read and dance to their art like we all understand the mystery of the artistic mind. so I’ll appreciate. kudos.

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Thankyou Nairobi art buyers weekend for what you do. Your exhibitions are amazing.

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In my young days I praised the master
whose pictures I liked, but as my judgment
matured I praised myself for liking what the
masters had chosen to have me like.
Okakura Kakuzō, The Book of Tea

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Dear side chick

you lit up at the sound of  his voice. You knew it was him before you heard his voice. How could  you not?  You had been waiting for his call ever since you gave him your number. This tall charming stranger had swept you off your feet. He was your one. Did you stop to think for a while if you were his one? That you were his missing part, the rib that all the while was waiting to reconnect  with his ? If you did, you could have pictured  me, his main chick.

As you sat at that restaurant in your floral dress and cheap heals looking all classy and real, fantasizing of how much his mum was going to love you, how good of a wife you were going to be. Did you know his second name? It was your first date (should i also say last date too) and you were already his wife? The effort you put to entice this tall charming stranger, whom your friends and family already knew.So as you waited for him, he was busy cooking me dinner trynna make me not suspect  that he had a date with you.

You see, as you sat with him looking uneasy, Thinking it was your beauty that made him uneasy he was thinking about me .I made him uneasy. When you were all excited when he gave you a smile and kept looking at the entrance, your mind running  wild that it was beacuse he couldn’t wait to take you home, it was me he was scared of. He worried about me showing up. The thought of losing me made him un easy.

When he lied about not taking you home, it was the realization of beautiful me home alone. Your pretty face looked awkward to him. Your charm couldn’t compare with mine. Nothing  could keep him to you. I thank you for being his wake up call, You made him remember who i was to him. I forgive you  for crushing so hard on the man who loves me. Don’t  beat yourself up for him not returning your calls or never calling since that day. You were good, it was not you but me, His love, his main chick.