HARMOLISA:Sketches behind the helmet.

Winter is coming,so they said to the King of the North,and with winter was a gruesome battle up the wall with the walking dead.

A very familiar tale to lovers of Game of Thrones.One that saw John Snow the king of the North make unlikely alliances.Nothing could deter him from seeing the safety of his men…those castigated from the seven kingdoms abroad and those considered as wildlings.All meant something,all had breath in them and had to survive through the harsh elements ensuing.Above all else,all had to see the light of day with the absolute extermination of the army of the dead,army of the dead huh? Quite some myth you might think….

Back to Africa and here in Nairobi approached a similar winter,one borne from similar culminations.A winter of the heart,as it ached in two souls all drawn from different roots.

These two hearts come in union from a route shared in loss,loss,never a good tale to relate though in such moments we are left of no choice but to pour it down.Be it a tsunami or harsh downpour,either way it had to cascade down the cheeks in torrents of pain swept in tears.

They both found solace behind masks,behind plastic and metallic helmets guarded by a rearing glass windscreen.Behind those helmets they hid all their pain and relieved their tales in silence of tears.As the wind brisked through their hair in swoosh so their hurts ebbed into the nethers….

Speak of your passtime and fun activity being the only solace life could offer when all else brisks into oblivion.When I say all else I literally mean everything once held with pride and an attachment to heart.

”I dread the month of October”,she whispered through restrained melancholy.”Why?I mean,why would one dread a month that came with a double portion of grace?”,I asked in retrospect.Looking me in the eyes as if wistfully she said that these nights are cold and sleepless,insomnia becomes her friend and they share a pillow of sadness and unanswered questions that go endlessly unattended.

In short she hadn’t told me a thing,at least not in my opinion as all I heard were words explaining insomnia yet no true reason behind them.She said someday she would share but that in the present it was a breast cancer awareness month for her.

Surely winter was here right deep within her heart and with the cold and an ache of cancer upon her then these would be gruesome nights for sure.Imagine the long nights of biting cold and aching bones with unnerving marrows slowly eating the life and breath out of her flesh,I wouldn’t stand such not even with my inner pieces of wrecking strength.

On my end however,the cold drizzles deep into the night arose not more than animal if not primal instincts within .Call it living the Nairobi half life huh>where both beauty and sorrow snuggled for comfort next to the other.

She looks away and goes on as I am lost in my own misunderstanding of the whole insomnia bit.This is a month she had dedicated to her gone mum,she had succumbed to the cold nights drilled into by breast cancer and in turn left my rider buddy lost in the highs of the helmet shield.Harmony is her name,a friend to Lisa who in the same month though 2 years down loses her lover.A case of here today and gone tomorrow,others say gone too soon and yet a term meant to calm the soul is we loved you but God loved you more.

Despite all the acronyms used as I said earlier in when tears don’t suffice linked as WHEN TEARS DON’T SUFFICE,no amount of words can ever take away the pain and hurt of losing a close loved one,let alone understand the depth or hurt involved.So you see,my two rider buddies,Lisa and Harmony take to insomnia and a tirade of unanswered questions late into the October rainy nights whilst the monkeys are busy mating high in the canopy rainforests.

To pass the day however,the helmet and superbike became the go to solace,peace and utmost warmth enclosed with a ride high into the horizon.

Back to Harmony,her tale belies a tirade of betrayals and uncharted escapes.With the passing of mum,she is tasked with the enhancement of her business along her passion of riding into stardome and subsequently her desired future.Call it the desire that led Eve right to the serpent in the garden of Eden.Wait a moment,I thought most ladies are scared of reptiles let alone serpents,but we are told this one was more subtle than all the other animals in the garden huh?Must have met Eve dressed in the latest designer leaves and draping breathtaking thistle sandals huh?But Eve’s eyes and man had not yet been opened at the moment so I doubt if even sexiness could sway the heart into lust let alone visual attractive perception at the point huh?Gets quite confusing without a deeper eye trust you me…..

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She asked for assistance from the closest person she knew and thought would help but….did you know that when you are at your lowest is when even the most treasured of acquaintances disappear from you?What happens if these same persons were the same persons who had sired you into existence in the first instance?I mean,when they move on so quickly after such a loss where does this leave you?when all you want is someone to lean on and encourage you,assure you that all that has happened is just a shift in the winds and that soon all things are gonna be normal?What happens when they who shared the same bed with your demised get warmth in another without your knowledge?

So now you get why October nights become colder even with the unending drizzles?No,the ache in the marrows and cancering breast is long gone but the ache now bores deeper into her daughter’s soul and drains all her energies deep into the morning.The ghosts of facing another day without their mum’s presence becomes almost unfathomable as all doors seem to be shutting right before her at the moment,to add salt to the deepening wound is that dear sweet papa won’t support her passion and neither will he jump jolt mama’s pre-existing business.

Am I being too raw?what is the sweetness of whiskey if you lace it with lime and soda?It loses its naked bare taste and feel,get my drift?

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Here comes the weekend and with all prevailing culminations lil woman needs a break and a move on with life.She wants to break away and walk from the troubles in her life.An evening to warm out the freezing night with friends and acquaintances alike ends up with the rest gone and a cozy camp-like setting left behind in her shelling crib.See where primordial instincts set in?With her is this old friend who we can call Bryo from Kenyan terms,or would Kevoh suffice?No,he is Bryo,they come with quite a reputation and this my dear treader lived upto expectation,not wasting kisses or caresses,not when all gates scream vulnerability and an ache to be calmed.

Not calmed from lusts but from deeper aches and hurts,wounds unattended and grievings unhealed.You know how much carelessness a grieving heart just like a drunk head can lead to?MMMmmmmh I don’t know whether to call it carelessness as what comes along is a night of sensuality but then the consequences that soon follow make me bite back into my tongue with caution.

Yes,the passion ended as soon as the night grew off the dusk into dawn and another day of reality played home.She soon realised Bryo wasn’t her’s in the first place and had just lived up to the bad-boy reputation of all Bryo’s.Was she left high and dry?

No,she was left to ride as usual into the horizon as the speed bike became her ride or die and her helmet the beauty of comfort as her tears dripped into the cussions of the same,dried the wind to create more,a rainbow would always often form in union with the sunsets in her horizon reminding her that she was normal and that this ark was not sinking yet.So she lived to face another day.

Another day just as Lisa has become accustomed to since the bike rides she too took on into the horizons at some point grew tiring,reason drawn from the skylines for some strange reason stop changing at this point and hence the once beautiful sunsets lose their lustre and allure.How this happens is deep since she used to share these same sunsets and rides with the same guy who decided that breathing oxygen was no longer cool and dancing with the angels in paradise as he watches over the love of his life was a better overhead view.

The pain runs deep each day but soon wane off as these two find ways to bandage up their wounds without help.Truth is that the world could not heal these wounds yet the universe in conspiracy could as in spaces left littles sketches pile up in beauty and newfound trends.

Harmony holds dear the cold Octobers and lives to narrate her tale to her helmet while Lisa realises that the rides into the sky are beautiful but still even unknown new acquaintances can still make her soul laugh without even getting to caress her chubby ruddy cheeks.

PePa.

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