As I stare out the window I can not help but notice these two women they are so similar in there facial features, yet so different in there demeanor. For one of them her very essence screams out power, authority and most importantly confidence yet for the other somethings missing, something I can not quite put my finger on. For in her appearance you would think this woman is going places yet she carried herself cross armed and head down almost to say that the very essence of her being has been taken away from her. Two women, two different stories its quite ironic how in a world where some claim there is so much freedom and opportunity the very appearance of someone can limit them from the amount of freedom and opportunity they receive.
What I find even more ironic is the very generation above us that preaches optimism and good character when they are hypocritical to there own advice. Walking into a matatu full of people I found myself next to a mother and her cheerful baby. In his eyes was hope for a future in the woman holding hims eyes was the care and love of a mother who would support her child. How ever I can not help but wonder how far this support will go, for it is known that in Kenya the stereotypical child would be taught that they are meant for jobs that will take them far in life, this often means that pursuing jobs in the arts should be discarded as a mere hobby as there is a greater risk element towards these types of jobs. If this is the case for that young boy my only hope is that he does or has the ability to do what he is passionate about and not go down the path that is expected of him. For if he was that would be the greatest tragedy that I could ever think of.
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Thoughts from a bus stop
PoetryA collection of spoken word pieces based on issues that I think have plagued society in this day and age.
