Writing is the Painting of the Voice - Voltaire

It was a bright Sunday morning, the third Sunday of the year. Dress in his Christmas suit (the best he have in the closet). After looking through the mirror over again and again 'Kane' hurried towards the Church just to reach in time 5 minutes before the service begins. The Church compound was filled with young boys and girls playing and running around. Some elders standby basking in the warm sunlight. Just a minutes or two before the church service begins Sundays school teachers arrange boys and girls into two lines and lead them to the Church... And then the service begins  prayer, songs, offertory, Bible reading followed by long message from the Preachers. Children's unable to bears the long message started the usual chatting and moving out of Church for needs and play in the Church compound.. Some elders also took to enjoying basking in the Sun relentlessly discussing about politics and ongoing headlines. Finally the message was over and time for announcement came,the

Hey Dearest... Like the Sun brings warm and light You brought into our life Hopes & Joy. You are an inspiration and our pride, A channel of blessing and gift from above. Your courage and determination speaks volume Of the person you are, meant to and will be. Seeing you faring well with all hurdles of life, Give us hope and inspired us to push further in life. Of a minor wounds and cuts we often excuse of, How a rash on our face and miscuts of our hair We are embarrassed and dejected to face people's How with all your Scars you mingles around.. How with all your lost and missing finger's Not letting that stop you from Pursuing your dream With barely the ability to hold a pen between, You excel in studies and proves you can achieve... Its your #birthday Dearest Sister and Inspiration, May all the wishes comes true and be yours always May the good Lord showers all the blessings on you. Happy and blessed to have you in our lives.. Happy Birthday Dearest El

Have try many yet you fit me best. New and Expensive they are Yet in the end its you that fit best for me. Shinny and Bright they are Yet its you that suit me the best. Old and dusty you might appear to be.. Dirt's and crinkles you are Yet in inside you're worth a priceless. Commendable and exotic they are Yet its you that am comfortable with.

As we recall that fateful day we couldn't help but cry ourselves out Why it has to be you to take that bullet. Why the best of among us has to leave us early. What could have become of you today If you haven't left us on that fateful day. Though its almost 6 year since you left us. The emptiness you left behind can't be fill As those memories keep coming back to us. Our tears never cease to trickle down our chin. What could have become of you today If you haven't left us on that fateful day. The cheerfulness you always carry around We miss the one who cheers up our moody day. The friendliness you abound yourself with, From whom can we find that again. What could have become of you today If you haven't left us on that fateful day. Your absence has left us limp forever. Life is not about regrets & we had to move on Yet we will continue to miss you dearly in our days That smile,laughter and cheerfulness you give Will always remind us to