THE STORIES UNTOLD

I happened to have listened and hitherto watched Juliani's symphony; utawala. This is a song that was produced in 2014 to lament and critique the poor governance streak that had rocked the country. It came at a time when corruption had soared to the zenith. When Kenyans were living in deplorable conditions. When Injustices were being meted upon the citizenry without measure. Juliani stood up against those atrocities. Four years later, Kenya is still the same. Money laundering in government parastatals has not changed a bit. As a matter of fact, its worse now. Corruption still lurks within us. Sadly, it has even eaten deep into our social protectors;agencies and bodies that we're supposed to look up to in the condemnation of such. Parliament, City Hall and Kenya Power are just but a few of the quotable victims. The people of Kenya are suffering in the vicinity of leaders whose sole bother is how and when to enrich themselves! Abomination! People die under evitable circumsta...

Kapsabet Boys High School.                                                                                           19/07/2018                         Thursday, the 19th day of July 2018 Its 12:30pm. Some form one class representative is sent to my class, form 3Beta to call one Caleb Oira. That happens to be me of course. You see, in my school, such summons are not common. But when they do happen, something's up. Something real big and serious. Its either some lousy teacher has called your parent to school and you're thus asked to go and meet them...

                                                                                                                                            15/08/2018 My fellow countrymen, I seek to take you down memory lane to such a period in the preceding year. I wish to evoke the grim portraits that defined our nation just one year prior to today. At such a tim...

Borne of peasants And bred in utter poverty He knew the bitters and sours of life Poor boy from the countryside For shunning falsehood And proclaiming truth He was accused of the revolutionary spirit And ostracized from his kindred His only crime,they claimed Was admonishing royalty And soliciting justice In a havoc wreaked society Predicament after the other The boy knew naw peace For it is what he was A stirrer of trouble But like the caged falcon Which said to its falconer That freedom was inevitable So did the boy from the countryside. oiraqaleb esq.