For Boro Sasa...♥

I remember every time I visited your home

I remember feeling confused and so small

Your usual greeting would make me groan

But now I feel very tall

Tall because you were my own

My own blood and family

We were never alone

Because you filled us with harmony

You were an inspiration to us all

I was proud to call you my uncle

My heart broke when you were gone

Our emotions set free from the shackle

I remember watching everyone cry

I remember pondering why I never did

Maybe I wasn’t ready to say goodbye

Maybe I wanted to believe that this was all a fib

I silently shed a few tears

Remembering all the years

I looked at the other people

They were upset that you’ve drifted apart

I realize now why I couldn’t be equal

Why I couldn’t cry like them

Boro sasa you were a gem

That’s why you’ll always live in our hearts…

You will always be in our prayers. I love you Boro sasa...

.x Wandering Daydreamer x.

Bumbling Bee

I once went shopping with my mum to town. I remember the day was very tedious and all I could think about was going home and snuggling into bed. My mum had walked into a shoe shop and all I could think was "Nooooo!” Sorry to all those fanatics out there about shopping, but let me just say that shoe shopping is the most painful and mundane thing I could ever experience.  Anyway, my mum went straight to the fuzzy slippers, as I sauntered around the shop, looking at the varieties of shoes available, from death-trap stilettos to comfortable flat pumps. As usual, whenever I was bored, I’d start to daydream about inane thoughts until I came across this flamboyant pair of sandals. Feeling nonchalant about it, I tried them on and thought “wow these are nice.” When my mum saw me she frowned, knowing how clumsy and uncoordinated I was, and commented on how she thought I wouldn’t be able to walk in them. She showed me a pair that was so atrocious that I laughed hysterically at her. After a lot of persistence she finally agreed to buy them for me, still unsure. 

I was ecstatic, it wasn’t what I usually would wear give my unbalanced feet, but nonetheless it was something new. I wore them to college the next day, ignoring my mother’s warning, and pranced around in my new shoes. Everyone mumbled their approvals, all expect for my best friend Haleema Tee, who like my mother, was able to read me like an open book. She noted how I wasn't quite able to walk, but I shrugged it off and lied that I was okay. 

The next day followed by and again I wore the sandals, feeling so happy that everyone loved them. I guess my good luck was coming to an end when out of the blue I tumbled down the stairs (thankfully no one was around). Like peeling open a new bottle of milk, the sole of my shoe had come open. So now I was limping around with a piece of my new shoe coming off. I went home and didn't tell my mum about it, dreading the coming argument and the smug “I told you so” – it was inevitable. So like an idiot, I went to college to next day with the broken sandal, since my mother persisted I wear them. Half the day went and I knew I was going to be a health hazard if I didn’t get rid of the shoes fast. As I was limping down the road during my free lesson, once again daydreaming, I stumbled over a rock I didn’t notice and fell forward. The little peeling of the wood came completely off and my sandal was sole-less. So, my dear friends, the moral of the story? Don’t always follow the crowd and lie to yourself each time until you’re convinced enough that you’re one of them. Each covered lie will pile up until it literally knocks the ground from under and trips you over. Also - MUMS KNOW EVERYTHING!

.x Wandering Daydreamer x.