A SMILE OUT OF BEWAIL

By Benaiah Mulima I have been pounding and Wishing to the end of life’s breath,  Tears rolling down the cheek,listening to the chanting sound with words of a whispering voice “it’s better of than this”  The pulse of the heart are at of its optimum rate ,failing to see and walk while gnashing teeth  Why why why...? Hearing of the words said had never done any smooth to the heart. The heart of discernment was out of the nuts, loud mouthed was the perception for  intelligent and silent as dull and week. The journey was so heavy because it was so preoccupied with the notion, everyday the association was that of macho things lust, liquor and foodies. The deep words was heard “YOU ARE DULL” it was so burning in the heart ferry like a burning furnace . The mind was so clouded with a thought of a U-turn but that was the nature being,  thinking low of Him was the the music  played when he thought of Him. To the opposite ,that which was of careful consideration, was ...