Like the arrows of a skilled marksman, rain drops – released from their heavenly bows – raced to the earth ripping the weaker leaves off their branches and pinning them to the ground. The silvery green leaves now formed a lattice on the wet, blackened street that no doubt rivaled the finest European works of rococo.
Heaven it seamed, was showing off.
“I wonder if anyone else noticed…” Tolle mused as he quietly walked on by.
“We have an entire section of the bookshop called ‘Self Help’. We have no section of the bookshop called ‘Help Others’. We have become all about ourselves, yet the amazing thing is if you want to find a job you love, help someone who’s trying to find a job they love… We are created for service.”
– Simon Sinek, on The Blaze
“A man who calls his kinsmen to a feast does not do so to save them from starving. They all have food in their own homes. When we gather together in the moonlit village ground it is not because of the moon. Every man can see it in his own compound. We come together because it is good for kinsmen to do so.”
― Chinua Achebe, Things Fall Apart
In honour of all those who came before us
– their battles, our collective victory won.
For those whose feet now tread the earthen ground
Together was the battle fought,
United we stood when freedom rang,
Together we belong.
And they that will precede us
– hold fast to the good paths of old,
Stay true to the course before you.
In celebration of 49 years of independence. Jamhuri Day.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
—I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
– The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost