THE KENDER BRAND

                                                      PART 1 The place to see and be seen was the Royal Country Club. Those who had been opportune to visit knew it was a play ground for the rich. Their way of life was made known by the activities they indulged in, their simple yet expensive outfits, the kind of ladies they moved with, the cigars that was firmly held in between the middle finger and the fore finger while they played snookers and sipped on some fine expensive scotch. The furnishing of the bar area close to the snooker table was exquisite, from the chandeliers hanging on the ceiling to the brown Italian leather single couch. The lightening was so dim it reflected the traces of the cigarette fumes floating in the air. The snooker room was the busiest of all the rooms in the complex which made her really uneasy walking into the room.  Her hair was pulled up loosely in a bun and she wore a fitted brown shirt and  black pants. Color combination was real

We’ve been told a lot of things. We’ve actually believed and ran with it however, the mind got exposed to conflicting ideas and a thug of war broke out between the instilled beliefs and actual events taking place in our lives. Our hearts found it difficult to act accordingly with the laid down ‘’Standards’’, some revolted as they found disdain in the rules made to govern men. I was in between following what my heart yearned for and what my elders had hounded from childhood.  I grew up with so many misconceptions that battled for clarity in my head. I saw the issues around education/career, religion, marriage, friendship, sex and life itself as puzzles I had to fix promptly in order to get the best out of Life.  I soon became afraid to discuss with my parents on the difficulties surrounding the missing parts of the puzzle I couldn't fathom. I gave up at trying to figure out any of these life issues and resorted to believe hook line sinker all that was said to me.  I

Washed away constantly by seasonal distractions orchestrated solely to heal. Daily solace sought in the welcoming arms of brown liquor while pacing endlessly in an empty space A tear stained pillow when the effect of alcohol wanes and it becomes triple glaring on how aching the events had turned out Conversations with acquaintances become a necessary escape space. But for how long would this acid corrode the walls of her heart leaving her cold and empty. A warm soul that fiercely faced the journey that so many cowardly refused to embark on. What was her crime? Pain was her reward for being brave. And anguish was her long-suffering punishment. Pain…….the bitter silent liquid ravaging the interiors of the soul and leaving its footprint of damage. The emotion we dread, while almost never thinking twice to dish it out. Emilia, sweet and gentle. Loving and so introverted you would never see the storm she battled with daily. At a young age she was told that Lov

Sprawled in disdain and needing him more than I ever thought I would. Anxious of my next move, feeling disoriented on how my heart felt both love and pain at the same damn time. Love because his soul reached out to mine in inexpressible ways that may seem mundane to some who hear of it and well, pain because he left me without saying a word. Leaving me wanting him every tick of the second hand of the clock. How can something that has been so insanely amazing turn into a night mare in split seconds. How can something I've longed for so long slip by, leaving me in heartbeats that conformed to my non-rhythmic thoughts. Lets take it back to that rainy cold evening. 6:47pm, the day was barely dark enough for one to go to bed and its been raining all day. Chances of going home to my lonely couch and binging on ''Games people play'' was very slim. I strutted to the bar close to the office feeling very cold. Not physically cold, but emotionally cold. Cold depicts