She makes me happy
With distance this long...

Knowing you was like a scent of red roses
blossoming amidst thorns...

Hear my cry, O Lord
Shower us the people of Kenya with your mercies...

In my sleep, I dreamt of a ship,
Larger not, like a fire pot...

By now death won't face the mirrors.
Afraid of erasing or breaking them...

I find myself in a situation,
situation I cant distinguish...

Two hundreds feet,
my heart falls...

Not even the clouds showed it,
like the sun rising in the morning and as it...

A dove flies,
as the wind low lies...

It never started with pokes,
joy had formed...

As the breeze pass,
May it take away all your worries...

The world is a tinny ball,
don't try to balance on it, you will end up...