Life is painful to live at times. You loose things without intending to and, you have to learn the art of letting go.
I had promised my friends that my writing would be purely objective but it is hard. How can I talk of experiences other than my own?
And now with ears in my eyes I have to let go of another wallet. I lost the first one in Diani while I was at holiday there. I have lost the second one on the rave at Westy Nairobi. I feel that it is unfair but life can be painful to live at times. Especially at those times of change and confusion.
I am thinking in my heart that my loss will amount to some good. Something wonderful I had not foreseen. Well, I can only hope for that and I have the audacity to do so.