Nib of the Oozing Quill
Thank You, Lord
because I can hear, I can see,
and I have strength;
Thank You, Lord
for my family, for friends, for food,
for a job, and for life.
Even though I clutch my blanket
and growl when the alarm bell rings,
thank you, Lord, that I can hear.
Many are deaf.
Even though I keep my eyes closed
against the morning light as long as possible,
thank you, Lord, that I can see.
Many are blind.
My dear friends of the interwebs,
Today I feel inspired by love. But I am at the same time jealous. Jealous because my mother tongue, Kikuyu, just like my two national languages, English and Kiswahili, have only one word for “love” in all it’s forms, colors and presentations. This is unlike the Greek language, which has eight different shades of “love”.
That love that made Emperor Shah Jahan of India to build the Taj Mahal, a monument that took twenty two years and twenty two thousand workers to build, as a memorial and resting place of his favorite wife, Mumtaz Mahal, who died during childbirth.
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