These Are Your Best Years

In class 8 some teacher said “You’ll soon be in form 2” and it seemed like ages to come. Now I’m here waiting for the final year of campus and wondering how fast time flies. A couple of minutes ago we were having the time of our lives in primary, jumping up and down, reading…

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Lea(i)ving

“Running in the rain, Falling in the mud, Jumping, breaking… Fuming,” Broken-glass thoughts, Restlessness. 3 AM Tears. Pain; Hope is lost. ‘Hope?’   “Cold. Shivers. Coffee. Laughter and anger. Kisses and memories. Hugs. Silence and cafune…” Worry, doubt. Resentment. Pain; everyday it will rain at 4 AM… Remember the songs we sung? ‘We?’   Here…

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Answers… Maybe

Dear you awesome, brilliant and open mind full of questions, This is my own personal view. It may not convict you. It doesn’t have to. I am not writing this to force you to view life as I do. I am putting down in writing, to you, what makes sense to me. And I hope…

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Living, Moving, Forward

Between form 3 and form 4 (2010 and 2011), I changed. Yes I also did a couple of things wrong, I know. But I changed my life so dramatically between November 2010 and April 2011 that I bet you I wouldn’t be here today if I hadn’t made those changes. Most who knew me must…

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20 taught me Friendship

This post was meant to be up immediately after my last post. I have to be the laziest person on earth. When I made the break-up post I had very big dreams about constantly posting here. But I guess, I am still figuring out how to do that. Plus things are difficult nowadays. Finding time…

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Who Are You?

No one knows me. Same way no one knows you. Though very many claim to “know” others. I think everybody wants to believe that they have such brilliant brains or tactics to “know” other people. How many people do you think you know? People hide themselves. Do you hide yourself? How many people know you?…

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Breaking Up

It has been long. I’ve almost forgotten how to do this. How to have words just flow from my fingers to the keyboard. How to turn into words all my imaginations; these stories that explode in my head, these beautiful dreams of constellations of stars far away in the universe. But somehow as I begin,…

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Moi University Tuache Ujinga

Time and again we’ve been told how stupid we are. But we never learn. I mean people talk, write, give emotional speeches on the negative effects of dividing ourselves across tribal lines and we listen and sensationalise the moment. A minute later we have forgotten everything and are back politicking and arguing against other tribes.…

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Grace Chapel

You know it is easier to write something without knowing where you’re headed with it. It gives you some sort of anxiety that makes you continue. It’s like you’re rushing to see how it will turn out in the end. But that however isn’t the case with this post. Though I don’t know how this…

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