THE STORIES UNTOLD

"At first, you realise there's nothing, but then as time goes by, you realise there'll be nothing still." I haven't shared this blogpost to anyone out there just yet. So chances are high you're reading this out of mere curiosity or prior interest in my blog. This is not your every day story like I had promised, sorry! Disclaimer: THIS POST IS UNFIT FOR YOUR MENTAL HEALTH! Proceed reading with full knowledge of that. Are you ever burdened with a load of care? Do you at some point feel like all is lost? Well, most probably you've been in such a situation. Truth is, life has at one time shafted you beyond what you can handle. And it leaves you wondering whether it's worth living, well, you'd be or maybe not, to know that it isn't.  I bet none of us glorifies the horrendous situations we often find ourselves in. And I know sometimes a a solution has  popped up somewhere in your mind, but because of the societal opinions, you've always been too ...

Haya sasa wakurugenzi! The sabbatical is just about done. Words had left my brain and I'm only just rediscovering my mojo. So today I'm all about narrating to y'all the story with this girl, whom, dare I say, is the love of my life. Okay okay, I know how you think I'm this Kibe typa guy, but no, I promise I changed my ways. Haya sasa, skiza story. Setting is a random day of January, say around 29th or there about. A few days after my wretched birthday. I'm walking along one of the blue corridors in the American Wing of The Univesity of Nairobi. Big name that one, never forget to prefix it with 'THE'. Najua nakupea Alliance kind of vibe but... Anyway, let's cut to the chase. The day was a chilly Friday. Yours truly was due with one paper amalize exam kisha akajibiringishe it being a Friday. So as I'm quickly rummaging through my notes, this fine babe pulls up on me. "Cheki, nikona mwaks!" Situation is weird. I'm astounded. I don't kn...

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I was born in the suburbs of Kisii town in the early 2000s. This was an era when everything urban(ish) was a phenomenon. It was the era when clothes were classified; za nyumbani na za kanisa or safari. 'Za nyumbani' were mostly the ruggish ones, faded out and with no classic looks. The latter however were most obviously the brandy ones your dad or mum occasionally got you when they traveled to Mombasa for some office business. She never let you put them on during the weekdays. She doesn't want you to soil them. She'd let you put them on during family photoshoots on Christmas though. Crazy life that was. Traveling was yet another rare occurrence. Okay, not the usual travel. The kind I was accustomed to in the days was the local commute from home to the market in the evenings to fetch some groceries. I'm not talking about that. Sometimes my dad had to travel to the capital for teacher business. Old man was ever busy in the days. In his heydays, he still is anyway. ...

When I was still in highschool, I wanted to be done with that place as fast as I could. Maybe had there been a provision of skipping a form or two, I would not have thought twice about grabbing the damn chance. I wanted to get out of that place which I always considered shitty. I wanted to be done with the strict timelines. I wanted to be free; free from the imposing teachers, the time confines, the boring afternoon classes, the substandard meals...free from everything. I fancied the lifestyles of those who had come before me. The bushy hairs they kept, the long nails; with no police-teacher restricting me to some standards I considered overwhelmingly unnecessary. I wanted to be the village cock who crows with nothing to worry about. Damn right yeah, everybody wanted that. A life with no restrictions. Well, the national exams came. That was my very last hurdle to becoming the free man I had always dreamt of. I didn’t want to fail. No no no...My parents didn’t want me to fail. My pe...

She never wanted that life. She did not choose that life. Had she been granted the chance to, she could have told God to send her into the womb of some wealthy woman in one of the vast ranches of Texas from where she could have been raised like a normal kid, with all the lush of life she could ever think of. Bad thing she was not given one. All she could do was wish; as if wishing would change the contemporary. On the contrary, it made the situation at hand more tormentous; for it added unto her the yoke of envy. She envied every woman she saw. She thought that life had given them a wider grin than it had to her. As a matter of fact, she thought that with each sunset, the sun retired to connive all sorts of hardships there could possibly be so that as it rose from the East, each and every dawn, it cast them all unto her; like she was the world's bin for tribulations. And with the envy, there came an acrid loathe that prompted her to hate with passion. She hated everyone: Her p...

I was watching a television interview the other day where Narok senator Hon Ledama Ole Kina was a guest together with NTV investigative journalist Kennedy Mureithi. They were hosted by Mark Masai on the Press Pass. They were debating on the contibution of media in conserving peace especially in our country Kenya which has not been spared the rod of sporadic violence majorly on the account of divisive politics. The media, needless to say, is a major stakeholder in the bandwagon that seeks to maintain peace in any jurisdiction all over the world. I say this on account of the fact that the media has the capability to be used to advance either extremes; peace promotion or havoc-creation. In 1914, during the World War 1, the media was actively used by the European governments as a vessel for the propagation of propaganda as a way of manipulating the public to alter their opinion regarding the war. World War 2 proponents like wise used the press to persuade the public to help in the wa...