wachuka n thots

This is written in the middle of the night when I feel so ful of power and equally powerless. Power is a good thing that is mostly used in a bad way. The people who are perceived to have power, use it to impose their positions wishes and demands to those of lesser power. While those with lesser power use their position to blackmail and unfairly accuse those in power and in so doing refuse to take responsibility. A child who is hungry hears the mothers struggling voice as she tries to explain the situation, at such a point the child is making the mother vulnerable and blaming her for not caring or feeding her even if there was an opportunity offered before. The same mother makes the older brother of the child eat vegetables just because she provided then no matter how horrible it tastes. And so is life

Recently I realized I have to put things in this page I have been writing on separate note books scribbling away and not caring But now with this new age I realize its such a waste of time to scribble then type later so each day I will write something. Now I write bout love yes you wonder, and yes I do, of course from what might have been, what is and what is missing and what is possible. I write about politics, kitchen cabinets and sibling rivalry including blackmailing children and parents, I write about my babies no longer babies I write about my work, stories of what I do, how where when and with whom, but also of people made into statistics to give them a face. Then I write about experiences mine others, I quote, misquote etc But mostly I just pen away, to let my mind wander meander and spew this thoughts I hold dear. Sometimes I put it as it is sometimes hidden in flowery verbose other times in boring simple language What  I want to do is just pass this time but also ke