Fire Of The Lighthouse

I remember shaking on the stage. It was Youth Sunday at my church. Whoop Whoop! Exciting!!  We had prepared for this for weeks and today was the show-down where we took over all services. However, it was not so exciting for me because I was reciting a poem, in the first service. Do you know how daunting that is? All the Pastors are in front row, mentors in the second row, not to mention my Mum and Aunt in the audience, who have never heard me recite before. I sat all night trying to write a "suitable" poem. It is was not easy because I have heard amazing poems at the Youth church (The Garage) and I was just a novice poet. Regardless, I wrote the poem by God's grace and walked to church early before service, hoping for the best. Amazingly, my friend who is also a poet was there. He had me recite to him before he did the unspeakable. He snatched my paper and crushed it before my eyes and threw it over the fence. "Katai," he said. "You k...

"I can't do this anymore." I decided. One Wednesday morning, I packed my bags with great frustration. School was getting busier by the day and assignments seemed to pile on me like building blocks on a weight. Truth be told, my mind felt busy. I barely had any time (or made any time) for myself. I missed the silence of a calm summer morning to start off my day instead of being awoken by a noisy alarm. I am a morning person but these days, my mornings have become the worst part of my day. I simply rise up and make my way to the bathroom like a walking zombie. One evening, after the prayers in my room, I decided, enough was enough. I switched off the Wi-Fi on my phone, packed my bags for the next day and lay in the bed.  "God," I said, staring at the plain ceiling. "All I want is to wake up early tomorrow and spend time with You." I placed my Samsung aside after setting my alarm for 5:30 am. Just in case, I thought. Though deep down, I felt ...