The Rize of the Nightans

Slumber should be a mesmiring word, Living on a fast lane, good at what you do, whether it is sports, books or just simple been a super mom, and then somethings happens and you completely loose your touch...slumber it is In the hot sun with a wonderful viw of the lake, who leaves that behind.... In a serene, sun scorching, blacksoil of the earth...who turns their back away from that beauty.... In the moments when love strucks, and a baby is blossoming...in the oven...who leaves that behind.... In ways that only the mind of a writer can create, with every click of the computer...who walks aways from all that.... Its called slumber..that moment when the plans dont matter, and ones mind and body goes into a slumber, and you realize the simple things in life, make you happy and cos no money, that is how it feels to have a good view of Lake Victoria.

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There has been scary memories, crazy memories, loving memories...and yah yah, sweet ones too....the last ones come with adulthood, when my sister n i started talking about misha, shiro from back in the ghetto....n how they have this kid n that kid....tick tock tick am i getting rusted..... Think not! I have a 2 page bucket list, God forbid I dont get to number 10, coz am raring to go..... i want to see the world...not see the world the teenager style, where i carry my friends with me....i want to see the world...the me way, where i carry no friends,,,,,but return home with some, the world is at your feet! mama used to say...n you can be anything you wanne be...i just want to be me, live light, offload unhappy things, live like am dying, and experience the true test of freedom, which to me is your ability to pack your life in a ransack back n hit the road, knowing that everything you need is packed in a stash of memories....and some of us will pass through the world, to scared to do that...too comfortable to dare.....we all live..anyways:-)