Then – a poem on business rejection

Then…

We were the hopeful
The faithful
Delirious and desirous
We studied and restudied
Business plan and pitch decks.

Our dreams were grand
Our byes were ready
We were divorcing poverty
Notaries – we befriended
We hand around the house
For the almighty WhatsApp call
Our prayers were to be answered…

But…

The Investor works in mysterious ways
Yes, no, some put on the waiting list
Dreams dashed, others answered
Sunny days for some
Lonely nights for others.

So fragile, our hearts became
So frail, our minds were
For the nos were resounding
Shaking us to our cores
Disrupting our lives
Like Covid, unseen in their comings.

But…

This too shall pass
Tomorrow, the sun will caress
our smiles, once more.

We are healed now.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wZfYgAXkhUY

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My-Once Molly (Praying for a Rainbow),

Dear Molly, I hope you are ok and are keeping safe in these floods. As for me, I am heartbroken. I am in pain. My mind, my body, my spirit aches. I am numb with grief. As is the nation of Kenya. The picture just won’t get out of our minds – the father, trudging stoically, his dead, muddy son slung over his shoulder. It’s a devastating image… the screams, elsewhere, as a boat capsizes, the swollen river swallows a lorry… Izrael has visited the land. Dear Molly, a while back, the nation faced drought. Then, images of dead livestock, emaciated men, women and children, parched, cracked earth, haunted our screens. Elsewhere where there was a glut in food production, the farmers cried for their fellow starving countrymen. They demanded for lorries to traverse the rutted roads and take the produce to their brethren… collectively, we prayed for rain. Dear Molly... will we ever catch a break as Kenya? The Covid-19 pandemic that paralysed lives and livelihoods in 2020 as we recovered from th...

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