Mbona means why in Kiswahili.

#Sigh Our society likes to ignore the disabled. I’ ll admit I’ve done it too more times than I can care to count. Just last week I saw a disabled beggar standing with his crutches and I was wondering to myself ’ Why Can’t he be doing something more respectable”

I don’t know where this is going. Only that I know I need to stop ignoring and treating them like My God does. He created them like me… He Loves them, treasures them and only He knows why.

I don’t and can’t ascribe to them a life of lesser living simply because their “disability’ is visible, How many others are walking around with emotional disabilities?

I’ve been walking wounded for a long time. When I look at the people in the video I am filled with great admiration. They are so much successful in navigating life and learning to reign supreme through situations.

In a way I can see the reason why we are different and differently-abled… so that we can learn from each other.

Everybody has something to teach, we’ve all got something to learn.

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Restless

It’s been there for a couple of hours, no longer… that feeling.

I can’t escape it.. It’s clogging me up and I’m afraid I might do wrong so I get on my knees.

It’s the only thing I know how to do.

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No One will listen to us unless we listen to ourselves
– My Dad, don’t know where he found it.

2 months ago  View comments

This writing feels like this. Seriously. I keep telling myself I should stop otherwise I might write something I’ll be embarrassed about later . Or maybe that I might hate. Though if I think about it, it would have been the truth of that moment.

This writing feels like this. Seriously. I keep telling myself I should stop otherwise I might write something I’ll be embarrassed about later . Or maybe that I might hate. Though if I think about it, it would have been the truth of that moment.

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Writing

I’m writing.

Yes I am.

On a blog that’s going to the whole world.

I don’t know why but I’m scared.

For so long, my soul has words, sometimes sentences so creative formed but they never make it out.

I’m scared. This is me conquering that fear.

2 months ago  View comments

Mbona means why in Kiswahili.

#Sigh Our society likes to ignore the disabled. I’ ll admit I’ve done it too more times than I can care to count. Just last week I saw a disabled beggar standing with his crutches and I was wondering to myself ’ Why Can’t he be doing something more respectable”

I don’t know where this is going. Only that I know I need to stop ignoring and treating them like My God does. He created them like me… He Loves them, treasures them and only He knows why.

I don’t and can’t ascribe to them a life of lesser living simply because their “disability’ is visible, How many others are walking around with emotional disabilities?

I’ve been walking wounded for a long time. When I look at the people in the video I am filled with great admiration. They are so much successful in navigating life and learning to reign supreme through situations.

In a way I can see the reason why we are different and differently-abled… so that we can learn from each other.

Everybody has something to teach, we’ve all got something to learn.

Restless

It’s been there for a couple of hours, no longer… that feeling.

I can’t escape it.. It’s clogging me up and I’m afraid I might do wrong so I get on my knees.

It’s the only thing I know how to do.

No One will listen to us unless we listen to ourselves
– My Dad, don’t know where he found it.
This writing feels like this. Seriously. I keep telling myself I should stop otherwise I might write something I’ll be embarrassed about later . Or maybe that I might hate. Though if I think about it, it would have been the truth of that moment.

This writing feels like this. Seriously. I keep telling myself I should stop otherwise I might write something I’ll be embarrassed about later . Or maybe that I might hate. Though if I think about it, it would have been the truth of that moment.

Writing

I’m writing.

Yes I am.

On a blog that’s going to the whole world.

I don’t know why but I’m scared.

For so long, my soul has words, sometimes sentences so creative formed but they never make it out.

I’m scared. This is me conquering that fear.

Restless
"No One will listen to us unless we listen to ourselves"
Writing

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