Change

And he didn't talk to me about the life after,  he feared maybe,  he wasn't aware🥲 . But Dad , how could you? . And that day you were laid to rest, I felt dark humour creeping in my life , I was not sure what it could transform to😪. Aggression was my weapon,  immersing myself into the world,  yes the people of earth, so I interacted. Dad, I made it out , but you now understand,   I made it out with the "world in me". And I changed.  🥲, I am confident I'm rewriting the dreams that keep popping in my sleep,  and even if they tell me not to sleep,  I do it , that's the only way I'm dreaming 💚💚. My name is Mijude Llocco.  A dreamer.  







🤑 The fact is , I just feel it , within me , in my surroundings.  They were so busy, everyone.  And now I also thought to be the same,  busy, to do something,  atleast a bit by bit. Like diaries,  today I'm here at an office,  in a certain apartment in Nairobi.   I start and Continue to contribute something. A dreamer. 

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