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We use to long for a human connection, but now we seek a  WiFi connection. There was a time guest reveled in albums asking after others, Today they only ask for your WiFi password so they can check you out online Trading-in personal sentiment and comment for Social media , T o follow and be followed. Yes connection, we have the Technology for that. We longed for the human touch, but now we have touch screens with haptic feedback. Yes we have the technology for that. We use to long for each other’s voices and conversation, but now we learn new languages online so we can chat with strangers online. We talk to Siri and Alexa and they talk back.  I guess we have the technology for that too... We use to long for a cuddle on cold nights now we switch on our electronic garments.  Yes we have the technology for that too... We have transcended into online persons Our presence delegated  and condemned into loneliness and self-iso...

So I once was deep and wrote a piece called Created not Made... There we stand wounded, injured, disfigured, impaired and defaced in the hands of man. We have delivered ourselves into the mercies of public opinion and dependence on their approval so much so that it has taken our sprit, our esteem and our value so that even in our own eyes we have disfigured our own image and attached our value to others. We have forgotten the template from which we are moulded the very Image of God in Us. 'Fearfully and Wonderfully made' that's not just what we are, it is who we are and nothing of man or of this earth can deface it. For what is of man is made and what is of this world was spoken out of God's mouth. He 'let there be' but you and me He created. That which is created cannot be devalued by that which He let there be, nor that which is made by man or for man, nor can we who are created be devalued by that which is spoken out of man's mouth. So whatever y...

It's bedtime  I kill them lights and jump onto my 6 by 5 Take my 6 by 2 and stare into the dark 6 by 3 Stretch out into that lonely 6 by 3 where you should be Search my thoughts think of that space you wanted and I gave It's that space beyond that 6 by 3 measure I drift off into sleep Dream of you of us filling this 6 by 5 give or take those 6 by 1 fights Am up by 4 Toss and turn wondering into your 6 by 3 Am out of bed by 5 I stretch my back Push up them 10 by 3 sets Crunch them 10 by 2 sets Situp them 10 by 3 sets Jump into the shower and wash them guns Its 603 and brew that 2 cup coffee Set the kitchen table its meant for 2 Sip down that black coffee its strong like you Suit up and think of you Out the door and onto that traffic I pull out my phone and get anti social on your page Should I like that post or react to that pic You come online on my 6 inch TFT  You're just a text away but a mindset too far Clients on phone by 7 Am sucked into ...

Am drawn to you It's beyond magnetism  It's that gravitational pull that draws the planets to the stars It's our lives in axis It's the gravitational pull of moons to planets It's that celestial pull that causes tidal waves It's the mirrored effect that lights up the night time sky Am that comet levitating through time and space You're that eternally celestial body drawing me into obit pulling me off course But am an unstoppable force drawn to an immovable object We are an unknown eventuality We are what happens when an immovable object meets an unstoppable force It's the Irresistible Force Parodox postulated through life's never ending irony

Tuesday 12:30 am Sirens rang over the city as fire trucks and ambulances converged on an isolated house at the edge of Karura forest. The fire was spreading to the trees, threatening to torch Wangari Maathai’s legacy. Alone and seemingly paralyzed in the would be parking lot of the house stood an eight-year-old boy and right beneath his feet lay his four-year-old sister. He stared into the abyss as if waiting for something or someone to reach out, oblivious of the firefighters and the first responders who were by now trying to break into the blazing inferno. His sister grubs his leg as she comes to; he reaches down and lifts her up never once turning his gaze away from the spreading fire. ‘Are you ok, let me examine you’ One responder jolts him back to the madness going on around him. He looks straight into her eyes with an empty gaze that mirrors the sense of loss that he has just undergone. His clothes are burnt and shredded, some pieces adhesively glued to his skin, clear...