It’s been a long time coming
But finally the day has dawned
When we have put the past behind us
And look expectantly into the future
Thank you for putting
The glitter in my eye
The smile on my face
and for the gift of peace
you’ve brought to my tormented soul.
Thanks for being yourself
and for being so strong
when storms raged.
SERINA
do you know what!
you have reminded me the way Stela used to cone me with those words…
but the otherside of the spoon
its just awesome.
Serina usimind kama king’eng’e hakipandi si unajuwa tena mi mswahili.
amani.
Are the bells ringing any time soon? : )
@ Luihamu: Wewe na Stela kila siku…si umtafute alipo
Hebu nikuulize, hivi Vyuo vikuu Tanzania ni uswahili mtupu au kuna king’eng’e kidogo ulipata huko 
@ Ria: You know all about me and bells… be it cow bells or church bells… I love the melody but not what they signify. Cow bells, time to milk and maybe get a kick or two in the face while at it… church bells, great to listen to from the outside than from the inside
school bell, been donkey years since I heard that one!
In the raging storm
True friends defined
In the raging storm hypocrites disclosed
True friends know when it rages
True friends stronger than us they become
They confort our dispaired hearts
True friends
They wipe away our tears
In the raging storm
They turn disgrace into hope
In the raging storm
They turn ashes into beauty
In the storm
They give peace for dispair
In the storm
We’ve gotten few around
We ought count it fortune
When we have one around
Bwaya, nawe si mchache…wacha niendelee
One is better than none
but if you have none
then you don’t know
what you lack
because you’ve never had one.
By turning ashes to beauty
clay into pottery
sand into glass
By making tangible
the feelings we hold inside
turning the ugly to delicate
true friends bring out the best
and even if the pressures
of this world may make one shatter
into a million pieces
they will be there
to glue them together again.
A true friend,
He mistreats none,
Loves them as us…
Disguises nobody,
Dismays none,
For the sake of us.
Runs not to us at others expense,
Embarasses none,
Curses no body,
For the sake of us.
A true friend,
Critical to oneself,
He’s never self-conceit…
Self-cleaning,
Self-pity,
A true friend he is
Invulnerable,
true friend he is,
Immaculate he should,
Because he hates nobody whatsoever the reason…
Even when we, their friend, are the cause
Bwaya, Nobody’s that perfect!
Serina,
I might have chewed more than I could swallow!
We all tend to do that at one point or another!