Strange, that a single day in the year is imbued with such lore and allure. In Swahili, in
Here, the words are corrupted, as is wont to be done for peoples who had to adopt the tradition and the words to go with it. But the essential meaning is the same, the words in the languages, with the Swahili equivalent.
At least I think so, though I own to being no linguist.
I wish you all a beautiful, and lovely day. Enjoy it.
The day has dawned misty and cloud covered in
I woke up to read. And I wrote.
I have been out on a little jaunt, to our main road, chiefly to look at the day as it ushered in the light, and watch the joy of Christmas day emotions and happiness and joy.
Maybe the sun will come out in a blaze later on. Maybe the rain will come. Maybe it will be overcast, the whole day.
Yet it will be beautiful, as is. It is beautiful, as is.