You had fun and laughed together,
They hang around you like a tether,
Buddies, pals; is what you called them,
Riding life behind you like a tandem,
The late-night calls and endless pagers,
Only yesterday you were teenagers,
Riding bikes and stealing pecks and kisses,
Just young kids minding their business,
The cheeky giggles still echo your mind,
As you drive ahead, not looking behind,
If only you could relive one day only,
The notion; you can’t help feeling lonely,
The buddies are now old, the pals grumpy,
No more peek-a-boos and feeling jumpy,
The years have slowly taken their toll,
You suddenly feel like you’ve lost it all,
Then a call comes in, it’s an old friend,
You had given up; at your rope’s end,
Though you strain, trying to recall Him,
No flash or memory ever returns of Him,
He’s always been there, but you never saw,
He’s always called, but you never answered,
He’s always been your buddy and your pal,
And now He’s asking you, to be eternally His.
Published by Ngare Kariuki
What's your story? I will help you uncover it and tell it well. I am a development and human rights communicator specializing in strategy, training and content development.
I have over a decade of journalism and strategic communications experience; which includes years in the newsroom (Nation Media Group), where I crafted news, features and investigative stories.
I have also worked as a Content Strategist at Hill+Knowlton Strategies East Africa, where I led messaging and content development for national and multinational corporations including the Kenya Ports Authority, Airtel Africa, LG, Google, Ford Motors, Shell and General Electric among others
I currently work in the development sector, where I champion human rights by connecting various health policy issues with the human stories behind them. I do this through messaging training, developing communications strategies, content development and media relations.
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"Content is not king, people are. I write to improve the human condition."
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