Wireless Mind

Broken Dreams and Broken Wings

A/N:
Heyyyy my beautiful readers... like we would say in Kenya "wasupa wangu "!!!!I just can't believe the love streaming in.... thank you sooo much and I love you guyyyyys.
Anyway... this chapter is dedicated to someone I didn't know but her story broke me.
It's the story of an African girl who dreamed big... probably too big... and crashed real hard. It's the story of how politicians prey on such girls and later shrug them off like excess weight... and if threatened... they kill them off.
RIP SHARON OTIENO
#JusticeforSharon

Beautiful rose,why adorned with thorns?
Why suffused with a red so rich it bleeds... to a ground that continually feeds?
Why tolerate the soil's greed and consider naught your need?

And thus the rose sang to me... from a distant land... to a horizon I could no longer see.
They steal my daughters and parade them in vases encased with emeralds.
They shower them with attention while fresh and arrestive they are... they buy off their incense...with cheap notes and turn them into trophies.

But alas when the frosty and droopy wilt comes calling...
Off to the trash can and into the garbage.
And we so easily replaced.
In comes another... unsuspecting... charmed by the vases with encased emeralds.

Rose,why weep and gnash and groan?
It was thee that wove and spun tales of luxury to thy offspring.
And like a poison... envy,greed and desire for more than just brown earth takes root.
Entwining its malicious vines like a leech around the soul.
Digging deep a hole.
Into which the rose would fall.

We are girls with dreams of a better life... not a stifling government job with peanuts as a salary and suffocating offices.. hell these government jobs aren't even existent.
We want comfort, we want flashy,we want ostentatious.
And we want it fast.
So we fall for the devil's first ruse... we take the money without a second thought... or even a second glance at the wrinkly face that knows no shame.
The wrinkly face that would not hesitate to make us another death certificate waiting for approval.

And society weaves us tales of "grass to grace" that happens faster than we can blink and she pushes us to the waiting cliff,daring us to take the jump or die poor and ashamed.

Broken dreams translate to broken wings and we become fallen angels,victims of a glamorized society whose mantra is a ferrari and whose criteria is a mansion and thousand dollar shoes.
Values are downtrodden by the same people who tout for them in public debates about issues to do with immorality.

Take the jump or die ignonimously... they shout
And without a doubt they will not spare a second glance unless a shiny diamond ring graces your finger.
It is nothing to them whether it is blood money or legitimate.
The end justifies the means,right?