Sheila Kawira Mwirichia memorized

About Kawi from Kawi

Now, my’ eyes may not be sapphire beads dipped in a marble sea

nor my nose fixed spot-on in a cute pose and yes,

My face may not have been crafted with perfection in mind

nor my body shaped flawlessly by experience and time so that,

while my smile spends a while trapped behind a “correctional facility”, luckily,

I’m adequately compensated with the cutest little dimples you ever did see…..

though on the wrong set of cheeks, if you know what mean?

And, I could go on and on:

tell you about the wars I wage on my skin daily, but, at the end of the day

when  I kick of my shoes just shy over size eight

and wriggle free from my oppressively possessive blue jeans;

when it is just me standing before my reflection, studying my “imperfections”, I learn.

See, I understand that loving me physically is about loving me ENTIRELY.

For, you see these full lips? These really full lips are a mark of sensuality

And these eyes: my father’s eyes, match the rest of my mother’s features perfectly.

And the wideness of my smile only testifies to my generosity,

While the smallness of my ears seems to say that I am kinda….self involved

And, on and on……I could give you little definition of me in everything you see.

For everything you see, is just a manifestation of the person that is within me……

Sheila Kawira Mwirichia died aged 34 years