Countryside in Kenya, Africa, Summer of 2011

Copyright, Property of Neema M.N. Murimi

Forgive the title for what you might assume to be arrogance. But I will say it again…the working man is an African man. This statement translates into all "third world" civilizations, but… Read full post »

I've been moving...

Slowly but toward it

Stopped to view something on the way

Stopped to walk around

Stopped and didn't stop stopping

Stopped to move and trip

And scrape my knees.

Scrape my hands.

Scrape my heart.

It still pumps.

It's been lying on the side… Read full post »

We all need a break.

I need one, from time to time. Even if I don't want to believe that that is the case. I try to enable myself to act in superhuman mode, but that never turns out very… Read full post »

Let me start by saying that I am not a perfectionist—at least not in the strongest sense of the word. Being a Psychology major, I understand the dangers behind a mindset of perfectionism and the inevitable breakdown in front of it. 

But I like to make A's, and I believe that… Read full post »

 Hey you!!

Hey you:

Don't lose yourself while "becoming" yourself.

Don't think that in finding matching crevices in the faces of others...

you have to flourish as who you think you are to be.

Don't let the similarities blind you...

As to what you can become.… Read full post »

She uses Salon

To fill in the spaces

Fill in the cracks

Of the hearts that she may touch

She knows her power

Her charisma, in fact

She uses that not for herself

But for others.

She soars in like a Mother Bird.

She uses as much of herself--

Her wings,… Read full post »

Sometimes...

We don't see the light until it is glaring in our eyes

And burns the layers

Surrounding our pupils in order to penetrate

The Darkness.

The Darkness that so efficiently blinds us.

Enter Pain.

Enter Realization.

Enter Christ. 

Enter Redemption.

Enter Clarity.

 Enter Joy.

Enter Lo… Read full post »

Ever since I was in about 7^th or 8^th grade, I have had an avid devotion to Coldplay and pretty much anything Coldplay-related. Coldplay is a British band that is led by the sweet, simple, and falsetto-ing tones of lead vocalist Chris Martin. The lyrical themes in their music often revolve/… Read full post »

I come in through the side door. The side door is where we always come through, since the front door is only used for cherished visitors or for the shoveling of snow during Iowa's harsh winters. As I walk in, I notice how the kitchen is illuminated by the light pouring… Read full post »

New Year's Eve about 4 years ago. Notice Christie (the cute blonde) and I at the bottom. The anticipation and delight in everyone's eyes is so tangible. 

Sundown… 9 o'clock? New Years Eve began a little slow for me and my friend. We had planned for nearly a… Read full post »

There are times when most of us have felt lonely. Lonely and feeling like no one hears or sees us. Lonely and feeling like people hear and see you...hear and see you but don't care. One time I felt that way and I was so desperate for attention and companionship that… Read full post »

I see You there

And my troubles and fears become...

Trivial.

I see You there

With Your brows heavy and

Weighed down.

Weighed down with--

Love

Despair

Burdens

Sins not Yours.

I see You there

And I am reminded...

Reminded of Your gentle whisper

To me.

Not my will but Thine.… Read full post »

What they don’t tell you about running is how great it is. Well, of course they tell you about how great it is for you. “It’s such a great calorie-burner,” they say, as well as, “Your leg muscles will become so defined that your calf muscles will look like a… Read full post »

         The holidays are a time when we all get together and sit around a large, polished wooden table with family members beaming at one another fondly; while the resident patriarch attempts to carve the over imposing golden-brown turkey c… Read full post »

          We were moving down South. I had just turned nine when my family left Ames, Iowa, for Ruston, Louisiana. I was about to begin fourth grade at the time, so I did not have many attachments to the town that I was leaving. I remember one… Read full post »

           We were at the water fountain when it happened. The water fountain that served as a sanctuary for fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth graders. I was quietly sipp… Read full post »

            I was six and my little brother was about four years old. I was always one in whom you could find childish mischief hiding behind both eyes, and I used it for laughs and to yield power. This time, the power was to be pr… Read full post »

"A Hitchhiker's Wisdom"

by: Reborn?

           I was in my car and it was late morning when I saw him. I was first at the stoplight, and he caught me by surprise. A hitchhiker. What of it…you may ask? Well, he was a stunner. Tall… Read full post »