My grandmother caught me climbing the highest tree in her yard, the one we were all forbidden to attempt. All five feet of her stood tall as she tilted her head back and squinted up at me. “Well, don’t stop now,” she said. “If you’re going to fall no use doing it from the halfway point. Keep climbing and let’s see just how high you can go.
I never studied on fighting demons, but that don’t mean I aim to let this one defeat us. The dark ones have their share of limitations too.
Dare to desire, dare to do.
You seem to be trying to ride a pony named Trouble all the way to the border.
You can’t live without failing at something, unless you love so cautiously you might as well have nit lived at all, in which case, you fail be default.
Sometimes, it takes more courage to be weak.
Serikali imepewa mamlaka na wananchi kuwaendeshea nchi yao. Mamlaka ya wananchi hushinda ya serikali.
Her courage frightens and amazes me. It make me hopeful for her. Is that what you call love? Is that what you call hope?
To be brave, you have to fight against something that scares you. That’s the rule.
Was that all it took to be brave? Knowing that someone believed in you?