Cover Photo: Journey To Far District by Budding Dirt

Journey To Far District

''Promise me,'' she continued, '' will you come back home?" I dashed my feet, as she pulled her arm, resisting. I stopped and looked over. ''What's wrong?'' "Fred,i love you so much for you to be far from me.'' she said softly, her face buried on my chest.

I sighed and smiled. ''No matter what happens, I'll come back home.'' We resumed to walk outside and we began to hear people's chatter. She let go of my hand.

''Wait for me here,'' I said to Her, not looking behind.Entered my house and grabbed my african bag.

As i made a step to leave,my daughter appears.Daddy,"Kuja tuimbe?".As i try to pretend i'm not leaving.

My wife watching me head to toe, stopped somewhere in the middle, to my eyes. ''I want... something.'' ''You want to...'' She grinned, as she close our distance."Bae is it a must you leave,"She asked?

I rubbed my nose and glared at her. ''Is there a need for that, huh? You must know by now we're over this childish childish plays this is our future i'm going to mould dear.

She yelled,"Fred don't give me that",Aseol Dalaka.

''I am going." .She nods, as I waits for her feet to move but Instead, she fixed her blouse and traced the straps of my bag.

She drews near lift my chin, and my eyes could not escape her oaken eyes.Gathered my courage I kissed her forehead. ''I will be back hunny .Don't worry,''

Left home to Oyugis bus station.As i reached oyugis, alot of passengers were waiting for matatus to arrive as one matatu approaches .I watched the people preparing their baggage. Some were closing the newspapers they were reading, and some had woken up from their nap.

We took off,after five hours we were in Uasin Gishu county.When the matatu stopped I tried to get hold of myself as I watched the passengers get in and out of the matatu.

My heart was beating strangely ,"What a busy environment?",I murmur .It was late afternoon; the sun was already setting behind the mountains,i could see people rushing to board vehicles with high music volume, body full with grafitti like my grandmother's pajama,i could compare.

Hi,you.How are You? I'm fred. I'm new in this town,i'm going somewhere known us "Kidiwa",Do you know where i can board vehicles heading their? .I'm Nicholas, ata mimi naelekea huku,nikaribu tunaeza tembea tu dakika chache tutakuwa tumefika.We started walking passing tall buildings,Yo bro,"Let's stop here for a while! We've been walking for hours!'',I reprimanded, sighing heavily.He was still standing. The longer I stared at his back, the clearer my vision turned, as though he became the focal subject of my tired iris while the distant estate became a total blur."Hatufiki bro,i said","tulia kaka karibu",he said.

He was taller than me . He wore white button-down, folded up to his elbow, and there I saw his scar, blemished in the tan of his skin. He told me he had an accident, and the surgeon needed to stitch the wound or else he would lose his arm. He was a stranger, but he felt close to me.

I learned one thing,be kind.Humble.Friendly To Everyone...

Budding Dirt's poetry is intelligent, musical, gritty in observation, graceful in method. You can see a young man building his house of poetry & music, my writing reflect on building a balance society and making it a home. .

Behind Budding Dirts’s beautiful Brain their is a big heart. a conscientious kenyan citizen, using his high profile for doing philanthropic work and is actively involved in a number of charities.music is partly partilly what i like doing.So lets go change world for a better place..