Writing is the Painting of the Voice - Voltaire

Been there at the edges of life, battling  the demon within to give away.  Been there bruised and broken, without hopes and strength to see the day light.  Been there before and is continuing to be, living by the edges of life.  A mistake too costly, a life it would takes down with it.  It's neither easy nor a choice I made to live by the edges.  Situation compels and this I had to live with while I could walk without stumbling.  Every second, every step, a matter of life and death for the ones who live by the edges.   Praying and hoping that storms don't pass-by lest I give myself away with it.   My only wish is to see my parents smile and be happy for me.  That's what keep me through all this, living by the edges of life. The faintest ray of hopes that one-day, I'll made them feel proud for one of their own.  This that kept me away from giving in to the offers of demon within.  Been there at the edges of life, been there battling the demon within.

You who set the ideals so high, how could we ever live up to it. You who seeks to give voice to the voiceless what has befallen thee. Your children cry out in the street only to be quell with force. You who seeks equality for all her children, what has gotten of you now. Pity now your children, they are weight according to their weight. You who seek fraternity to be a model of living, what has caught you off grid.  Your children rise up against each other over pity matters. You who promise freedom of belief, what has become of you today. Your children are been discriminated and treated based on their beliefs. You who seeks to instill tolerance, what have you done to achieve it. You have fails thy children and has taken to subdue any difference. I wept for you oh Democracy, and i shed my tears for your children. For when your children raise up to demand what you promise to give, they are but label the aggressor. Our days are getting darker and we need you to be at our side at this criti

Got to admit it's lot easier wish than done, the road to becoming an IAS is not a pave one rather one has to move every dirt and stone to reach there. Am cent sure that it is important and okay to believe that in the end one will end up being successful, so here goes to the future IAS:  Judge not your success by the post you hold nor by the appraisal. Measure not yourself with the followers you accumulated, neither the favor you got from politicians. Measure  not your success with the wealth you gain, for this will come to pass away someday. Instead measures yourself of this, the times you gave hope to hopeless. Of times you fought the mighty for the helpless and of times you gave up your comfort to get the work done. Measures yourself by the  times you were left alone by your colleagues coz you stand for truth, and  of the  times you are the inspiration to the youth. Measure yourself of the times the people register their complaint, for its the voice concern a sign of trust and c

At the outset let me clarify that I by no means claim to be a scholars nor have in-depth knowledge of Bible. However, I will be fairly exercising my own understanding and interpretation of passage and verse and I highly welcome any counter arguments. Let me also clear my stand on topic, I dont despise people who pledge to remain virgin till their marriage neither do I encourage anyone to lose their virginity. As such this is a personal choice and should be left to discretion and choice of individual themselves. To begin with, virginity in Bible is highly skewed towards woman. According to NIV Bible, the words virgin or virginity is explicitly mention 58 times excluding construction such as 'haven't slept with any man or have not known any man.' And of the 58, 4 refers to 'virgin Isreal' and the rest are directed at woman either as individual or as daughter of somebody's or place. However there is no mention of men virginity and this show how male oriented Bible

Voice over the phone: 'How are you?', the reply was almost a reflex:"Am fine. What about you?". A normal pleasantries exchange over the phones. Normal it appears but when followed by another: "Are you really doing fine", the reply often lead to "am doing okay but ........" Though the situation appears to be trivial, it has been a consequence of a far reaching trend in our present society. Call it a process of evolution "survival of fittest" our species has long struggle to be dominant or appear to be dominant and has shy away from exposing what appears to be a weakness. Our  society has become such adamant to flaws in search of perfection that we forgot to realise we are but a flaws beings. This quest for perfection often lead to wanting to appear to be flawless in every sphere of life.  The  almost universality reach of internet and social media has over-hype this quest for superficiallity in  our society. The easy reach of life of celeb

"You came as a surprise but you have a choice to leave prepared". Since falling sick in February, I haven't been quite fully well for a week or so till date with one health issues after another. This has quite let me to ponder what death is and has been trying to figure out my view or rather my wish on death. If my memories serve me right, it was during my 12 standard that I share to my parents and better half (of that time) that when I die I don't want them or anyone to cry for me . I  don't remember what actually inspires me to take that view but I still subscribe myself to it. I am of the view that we should be grateful for the opportunity to have pass this life together through thick and thin. The love and cares we bestowed, the times we disagree and fight, and the moment of laughter and cries we share together are anything but a gift of life.  I find resonant in the recent viral video of an African group who march and dance carrying coffin of death person. My

"Shibu woli hrii ikhrii pralole ana emei hriiwoli ovu kali thithili hriitho pule moe" translated as "if it was a tree it could regrow again but us men once we are dead we won't resurrect up again". This I remember reading in highschool in Maola textbook. The context here is that our life is sacred and precious which must be treasure and taken care of. As someone who identify himself as a human being and a humanist, it pain me to see the various unfolding in the present time. For one the murder of George Flyod which for positive reason caught the major limelight despite been under pandemic situation. And driving home to our country, the plight of migrant workers is no different and something we all had a part in.  Before going any further, my deep appreciation and gratitude to those numerous selfless people who despite under such distress time took our their time to help them. Be it providing needs for them or raising the voice for their cause in any media. Thoug

"At what time am reaching there?"- a question I always ask when am in the journey. A matter of fact like anybody, I certainly want to go to new place but journey has always been a huge hurdle for me. And thanks to Google map I always took my turn looking into my phone to check the expected time to reach my destination and get  relived when my journey ends. Quite like the journey, in life too we traveled from one phase to different destination. Take the case of two people in love, first they are a total stranger to each other and then they became familiar with each other either as classmates, colleagues, friends friends etc... Later on they started to move on to friendship then fall in love. Though been lover's is not the final destination, a happy couple or maybe divorce or as in most case became strangers with memories. A person if he/she began like and  love a friend, usually wants to move from just friends status to in relationship and likewise lover's may want to