I started my day with scarlet tears. I watered my cactus and fed my fish..

I noticed that my swahili alphabet book was sitting open and the last page was quite calling to me..The header goes; "A note about the art", i picked it up and began to read. I've been wondering how the artist gave life to the illustrations of the book. I thought. So that's how!
I knew it wasn't done with only a wave of charcoal.

+FYI+
The swahili alphabet book entitled "jhambo means hello" introduces swahili words to the readers. It's a kid's book actually, but i figured i don't have to be a kid t own it. Besides, learning a new language (or its basics) is fun and it was on sale for 5 bucks (as in limampiso!).

And so the techniques used by the artist laid before me, when i noticed a flatten mosquito on the side of the book. What the hell could it be doing flickering through the book? Maybe it, too was in awe of the artist's work or "it" wanted to learn about swahili. Anyway, let's call the mosquito "oscar". No reason, it's the first name that popped in my head. Maybe Oscar here got tired of being nothing but a measley pest & decided that he is different & realized he too is deviant.

Maybe he felt it's not his fault he exists as a disease-carrying insect, and realizes he has options. why not? Or maybe after what he thought he wanted to give up, because he figures he doesn't have the reasoning skill a human being acquires. So he went to rest his filthy wings & ponder more, when suddenly, the wind came to visit (and the wind we shall call Flowe), and wanted to help. But Flowe being the wind and all unintendedly blew the book close, leaving Oscar trapped between the leaves..

I know Flowe didn't mean it. He was just being himself. So i guess Flowe felt sad and sorry for Oscar and for the fact that he never chose to be the wind and shoo everything in his path. So when Flowe felt me getting up this morning, he passed by my book and fliiped it open, to let me know about a friend's end.

There are no goodbyes, only see you later's, Oscar will come back. Maybe this time as a human being..

I feel you Flowe, and to Oscar, "jhambo means hello..."