THE STORIES UNTOLD

Life is so full of crap;seriously. There are days I wake up so full of zeal - days when I feel a little more stronger than than Tyga Power or John Cena or even Roman Reigns. On such days, I can effortlessly zoom a ball past De Gea (world's best goalkeeper) into the top corner of a goal net in the Old Trafford. Such are the days I feel like a man; a real man. Days when I pamper my ego and end up thinking that I can do seven shots under thirty minutes. (If you know you know). Man, those are the days I live for. But again, like the weird doctrines of nature dictate, there are other days which implore me to regret my very existence in this amazing yet trouble-filled world. Such are the days which become evident as early as 5 a.m - when you get up from bed and realise that you don't remember where you threw one sock before you slept the previous night. That aside. When you find the damn sock after ten minutes, you hurriedly rush to the dining hall for breakfast. There you will f

"Every person has the freedom and liberty to express his or her opinions without fear or favour...But in this, the freedom of expression does not extend to public incitement or hate speech or words that insinuate discrimination of any kind against another's tribe, colour, religion or background." This is a loose paraphrase of the Bill of Rights in the 2010 Kenyan Constitution upon which I will premise my arguments. As far as my memory dates, history has - for times not few - upheld and indeed proved that curtailers of the freedom of expression have almost always had ulterior intents up their sleeves. Either they have a blackish background which they do not wish to let out of the bag, or they feel intimidated by the  liberals' views. Simply put, they fear the truth; real as it is. Retired President Moi was hasty to limit the KANU renegades' freedom of opinion and expression because he was very much privy to the fact that they would sell him out. He, like all ot