It’s funny how creativity just strikes you when least expected, and now you are high on it until it withers. I, the writer I’m at a stage of life where I get to Google my own words, like does that mean what I intended to say? Reading is under estimated especially in my country where one would rather scroll through TikTok than get a book. Anyway, every one has different goals, one of mine is to talk like PLO Lumumba fluently yet complex.

Now that I have your attention…Not my sink not my dishes, is exactly how we are behaving as humanity is failing. We are somehow very silent with is happening to Palestinians and it’s so uncomfortable for me. I don’t even know what to say, or what to do. I wake every single day, look at the news and end crying, I feel so bad taking my morning toast with great Kenyan coffee yet women and children are dying like chickens.

We may not understand the history or even care a tinge because it’s not in our country but it’s our collective responsibility to get to know and understand at the end of the day. If not, it will go along way just talking about it on your social media, increasing awareness and maybe even sending money on the legit paltforms provided.

I am always preaching peace, always saying how women and children suffer in times of crisis, it’s quite unfortunate and very sad indeed seeing just a day before how the children were singing and being happy right before a missile that saw more than 200 dead In a hospital ,what you’d call a safe place. Here is a happy video of the kids. Happy kids

Politics play a crucial role in the today’s world and it is upon the leaders we have chosen to ensure that they are in harmony and even if not, there must be better ways to deal, not causing deaths especially on children. I can’t say much but please let it end. The Palestinians are just as humans as all of us.