My Thoughts

                            It didn’t work, it is not working and I don’t know if it will work…this is a cliché in every being’s mind. Life has the three phases that if not well understood could be a detriment to self-realization and finally self-actualization in the human needs ladder. Frustration from the past can dictate the present and an anticipation of frustration clouds the pursuit of excellence. Dream killers invest on the gaps that exist in the three phases. The dream killer could be within or external. The doubt that mounts can be manifested in your race, ethnic identity, ability and skill. The inferiority thought. The graves are the richest corners of earth. In them, there lies great men and women who feared to be different because of conspicuously perceived inabilities. Their conscious was not tapped. In the cemetery lies ideas, innovations and ideologies that found no room to grow because of dream killers. Death faces most of us, any day we could die and each mo

 “...but the great leveller; death. Not even the gods can defend a man, not even one they love, that day when fate takes hold and lays him out at last…” King Nestor went on narrating to Telemachus, I couldn’t flinch from Homer’s The Odyssey. “…hapana usimuue, msamehe tu (don’t kill him please)” Jim’s voice jerked me off the script. He was sweating, panting and having nightmares. Jim lost his friend Brian in a mall shooting that fateful day. Terrorists struck and he was lucky enough to live, owing to the little Quran verses he had mastered. He could perform his prayers well according to the Islamic teachings. He was courted by fate. Staying still and observing was all I could do. Jim was a friend, and I had offered to host him for that night because of the tragic events of the day. Having lost a friend, I felt the obligation to console and give him company. A times we only need those who matter to us, when an avalanche of sadness strikes. Jim was a brother to me. Luckily he dri