Who am I? What is this blog about?

Dear reader,

My name is Arnold Sanginga. I am Congolese, study at a High-school in Nairobi, Kenya and love to write.

The intention of this blog is to let people know of my writing and hopefully one day be recognised by someone with hope of taking me further into a writing career. I write on just about anything that comes to mind, mostly emotional poems, fictional stories based on issues that have occurred in Africa and opinions on African politics. Please do not be afraid to comment, as your comments will help me improve and encourage me.



Sunday, 1 April 2012

Be a Bird


   The door wouldn't budge even a millimetre. I had been at it for hours now, trying to get it to move and open up into the hallway. Again with a deep breath I took the door-knob and heaved as I tried to pull it in. Still, nothing happened. I looked at the door for a while then decided on a new tactic of how to free myself, my hand went for the door but no the door-knob, instead the key below it. I tried turning it, only for it to get jammed some and stuck in place like a stubborn child.
   I took a few steps back, about to give my final effort, before complete panic overtook me. Running at full sprint I rammed into the door, only to be bounce off like a swatted fly. My hands all sweaty and clammy, my eyes filled with despair. I hit the door in frustration and my heartbeat tripled in speed to the very similar beat that got me here in the first place.
  “Change the Channel! You can't watch this. It's too violent,” Mum said to me.
  “It's just Power Rangers! Mummy Please!”
  “No is final”
  “Fine then!” I said rudely whilst getting up out of the seat and stomped up the stairs to my room, slammed the door and locked it with the key. A bird hummed faintly.
  The bird flew straight into the window; trying to escape, which brought me back to my senses. Then it hit me, at how the bird was taunting me at the opposite roles we played. It was free and I was locked in my own man-made cage without an escape. How it came to be that pride leads to our demise whether in a cage or not, I don't know. A bird I will be, a bird I will become. Calm, elegant and full of simplicity is how I should live.

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