We were young


Do you ever feel like life’s experiences have sapped the adventure out of your soul? I know I do. Lately I have been passing up so many potentially fun activities on the pretext of being ‘too old’ for them. In my defense, I kinda am…but that’s not helping my argument.

I’ve let life-stuff take over me-stuff. I remember when I’d do things just because! Now, there has to be a reason, a list of pros and cons to go along with what I believe society would accept, in order for me to make my decisions. I do not blame society, but then again, it does dictate a lot of what I do. Which is not healthy. I will work on that.

Adventure- excitement and the willingness to take risks, try new ideas, etc.
Since it doesn’t say ‘restricted to people below a certain age’, I’ll definitely try some new undertakings soon.


We were young

When we were young
Full of life and light
We’d play with the rain drops
And skip over puddles
We were little, but strong
Braving the evening cold
As we descended the hills
After our days of adventure
We were once young
Bright eyed with wide smiles
Before the world shot down

Our heads from the clouds.
                                     -Miss Daisy

Loop



It is the same thing over and over again
just an unending cycle of starts and stops
an unhindered loop of beginnings and endings
it is all a rotation of war and peace.
But maybe we weren’t meant for this
this disturbance of never living in peace.
A Palestinian plants flowers in spent rocket shells,
near the shell of a mosque that was once hell.
Everyone knows this story never ended well
but nobody will face a cat they really can’t bell.
And it is the same thing over and over again
an unending cycle of starts and stops
an unhindered loop of beginnings and endings
it is all a rotation of war and peace.
A boy listens to the lunch time ring of a bell
and he decides that this is the time he’ll learn to spell.
Not because this boy loves to spell
but the idea of home to him is just stale,
some crazy men shelled their homestead.
And it is the same thing over and over again
an unending cycle of starts and stops
an unhindered loop of beginnings and endings
it is all a rotation of war and peace.
But everyone says they’ve seen it all before,
that there’s nothing shocking about this war,
if there was, it doesn’t shock anymore.
It’s all come to numerical sums of numbers,
it is a ridiculous game you really can’t follow
and it is the same thing over and over again
an unending cycle of starts and stops
an unhindered loop of beginnings and endings
it is just a rotation of war and peace.

                                                                  – Sanya Noel


Eeeeek!!! I’m so very excited. Can you tell?
The only thing ultimately cooler than guest posting is being the host of a guest post (insert smiley ‘surprise!!’ face).

I am hosting  Sanya Noel, a blogger I had been following for a while before running into him at an Amka Space session. I’m glad to announce that I kept my cool, so ‘Yeiiih’ for me. Go check out his blog over at Move Breathing, where he writes poetry as well as pieces on life stuff, writing and writers and reading. I also like the fact that I get to find out about books on poetry and other subjects from his posts.

Enjoy, and Happy Weekend!!

Open Bar




Let us have excuses all around, on me
For my cup is brimmed with love
Pouring over to fill yours, his and theirs
Hell, I’ll put a sign up front ‘open bar’
No, I won’t be hiring soon, no help wanted
This is a one girl show.
Nobody’s paying tonight, please, I insist
Not tips either, I’m feeling generous
That, my friend, is how I run a tight ship
What’s in it for me, you ask?
Your smile when you walk out the door
Whistle a merry tune when you leave.
I’ll make excuses for you every time
When you break the glasses, make a mess
I’ll give you the benefit of doubt
When you forget to pick the bill
I know it’s no way to run a business
But that’s just the way I was created.

                                                   -Miss Daisy

Guest posting and other cool links

I am deliriously happy to announce my guest posting feature over at The Real G Inc. I met this cool guy who owns the blog, at a Storymoja Hay Festival meeting where I, by the way, am interning (whoop whoop!). So we got to talking and he expressed his wish to have more poetry on his blog.

I was more than happy to get in touch with him and later, this MAGIC happened!
I present to you:

Girl Child, Mild Child

Girl child, mild child
I had my dolls for babies
Played house with friends
Where I’d stay home and cook
While the boys went to work
Girl child, wild child
I wore long pants, never skirts
Defied mother and climbed trees
I wouldn’t stand being left behind
While my brothers had their fun
Girl child, no longer a child
Married before I realised my dreams
Before passing my sell by date
And all my education was for naught

For I stayed home and cooked.

                                                -Miss Daisy

Go over and check it out as well as visit the Storymoja Festival page, because this year’s Hay Festival will be amazing!