Nairobi Noons

Hey there Steemians!!❤️

Another week, another piece,
Another story, am I right?

We all know the feeling, that pit in your stomach, y'know,
Sometimes... I just try a smile and it's as though my face muscles forgot the job, 😂what can I say, existence is a weighty thing, I suppose..

As I was drawing this,I had, constantly, at the back of my mind that longing to belong somewhere, a certain need to go back to a familiar place, a place I call home.

Some people have such places, maybe your roots, perhaps where you spent your childhood others, like me, are not quite as fortunate...
(My childhood home has long since forgotten me and erased all monuments that marked my presence)
I'm sure this is a natural process.. life, death, decay
"Kila kitu na majira yake" as they say,

But it weighs heavy on the sentimental soul, it muddies the water, it shackles, it liberates, it's a sweet, tender kind of pain in that you want to keep it... This is what nostalgia means to me..
When I look at this finished work, I feel the unrelenting sun beaming at noon in Siaya, I feel the familiar touch of certain someones- intimates then strangers today- the faded fumes of gasoline that unbeknownst to me signify the dying of that sputtering flame that was once my youth.
Stay safe y'all,
Love
@blakbird

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