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My new (f)ear was something different. We met days after my 21st birthday,,, some time back in November,. She has no gender, but she is a she for obvious reasons.  She is more than an illusion, some wild thought that needed to be harnessed and I really wasted no time, unlike in my previous situationships. Lets call my f(ear) Joy. A beautiful simple name, for that's what she is, makes you smile and doesn't care whether you love with the same energy, she took that from me. You know, am one person who really values personal space, it can be small, large depending on who you are associating with. One's personal space is another's social space and that's the irony of relating. I might say I like you, but deprive you that one inch. We could be smiling and a "hello" or "habari" be the warmest greetings you get from me. I know some, many who are like this. Back to my story,, there is no story,, its all about showing the love you claim. Leave alone wit

I'm here relaxed on my bed, trying to squeeze out the inspiration to write out of my right hand. No cat seems to be really wanting to be let out of the bag, with this weather, expect anything. Then all of a sudden, a WhatsApp message pops up and guess its from who? Yes, Nicki, you got it right this time. So apparently she moved on, yes, just like that. I know I left informing you on the third day, life has to really move on and surprise is the fuel of life. What made us part ways? You ask, nothing really, we all just got tired of texting and meeting unplanned in our different rooms, the strike also played an important role in signing our divorce papers. Personally, that was my key defence. Back to the text, she tries to ask for my identity ironically in the pretence that she was "taught Nairobi" a common slang to mean being robbed in the Capital. After a consuming mental debate, I tell her my name,she heyyyyyyyys me and asks how I am coping with the Uhuru led administ

I can't draw, maybe conclusions I can't act, maybe in situations Ok, I lied, Acting I like I was only trying some rhyme I find it difficult to reach the highest keys And my voice aint that deep In another world, maybe I would be a thief Wanting what was never mine You see, I have tried. I flexed with the movers Made the shakers tremble Made those standing on hills level I consider myself plain But with a touch of variety Always longing to explore I ask why not And why should I not I don't want to be lost Yet I hide in fog, Leaping like a frog Hoping to reach my greatest heights. I forget to stay woke Some sleep until just before midnight When the world escapes from reality I try to reveal the world to me In the company of noisy crickets and vampires masquerading as mosquitoes A creature of the night, When the world goes dark I come to life Like the moon, that's my time to shine. _As written by Zi boy_ *_Doluh words_*

So am just here on my bed with nothing to do. Stop your thoughts already, I am aware that it is past 1 am and that my age mates have slept for close to four hours now. I got no problem, I just find comfort in sleeping during the day and yesterday I started my power nap at 5 pm. Enough of me justifying myself to you, or what did you take me to be, a night runner? Be it as it may, as you all know, I found myself a girlfriend sometime back in September, or so I thought. We haven't broken up yet, so stop with the "nilijua haitakawia" statement ringing on your head. We are also yet to have sex, though she has promised in numerous occasions that it will be soon. At my age, 20 turning 21 in 2 and a half weeks time, my blood is boiling and were it not for the fact that we school kilometres apart trust me, "chuma ingekua ishalala ndani." This was not supposed to be about my girlfriend, but this is Kenya, do what you can when you have the opportunity. Let's talk abo

Sitting on my bed after missing today's classes and knowingly missed calls from group members is a young man trying to examine life. Quietly, thinking of what life would have been without Judas. Relax, stop giving your two cents already, let me enjoy the art of my pen flowing. Would Jesus still have been alive? I hear that it is written that he boasted of being powerful over death. What would have happened to Simon Peter after vehemently denying to know the Son of Man? Would Thomas still be famous for doubting the man he followed and entrusted with his spiritual life? Enough of those thoughts lest this Sunday Christians accuse me of questioning religion like they are used to. In modern life, we still have such people. The Judas and Simon Peters of our time. Those who will disown you just to see themselves succeed. You will see them copy paste selfish captions so as to be perceived as intelligent. Hey, I am not ranting, in fact am happy for the fact that God denied such people th

Hello love, Talk to me and don't give me that look on your eyes. Could you listen to me this one last time? So Love, let me ask too, what is your Résumé? Apart from making my heart desires what else do you do? Like, do you cycle on Saturdays?  Are you a fan of coffee? Talk to me, let the answers reach me for I thought I knew you Love until I met her. Her that does me very differently, see its half past one and she is the only one gracing my mind. I know you know her by name. For me Sincerely, I really don't know much but I know she can dance, write and act so well. Love, why do I keep falling in love with the theatre? Is there an operation coming my way,? You talk of coming with butterflies that fill the stomach, then why am I always hungry for her? You boast of making time freeze in ice, but why do Sweat invade my pores anytime our debates get so heated? Love, are you a scam? Do you  deal with second hand stuff, for I have been having numerous second thoughts lately. I

*Today, Tomorrow's Yesterday* People mostly talk of those nights, hardly do I ever hear them talk about those days. Days like this, days after long hours of working yourself out and have to be contented sleeping without really talking to the people you keep in touch  with on a daily. Days like yesterday, where you had to leave them on unread just because you promised that the first blue tick was the last one. People hardly talk these days, you get the type of days am talking about? What is a day? How can 24 hours of the involuntary  earth rotation on its own axis make life so difficult? Ever thought of that? I bet it, but all were waiting for me to write about so that you all can call me a confused lines man. Okay, call me whatever you like but lets talk of yesterday, today and the day after tomorrow. Yesterday is the past, so I wont dwell to much on it lest you accuse me of clinging to much to the past. Yesterday dictates how today will be. Its only Yesterday that gives you t

When one day you all wake up, just to find me deep in my sleep, please know that something is amis. When one day from your duties you log in just to see my last seen as 3 hours ago then know I breathed my last and I am gone for good. We all fear death, personally It robbed me a lifeline, and its only today that I got the power to speak. On the night of world poetry day, the 21st of March after words of encouragement from people like you, I lay on bed to rest only for mum to call and this time, not the usual "umenitupa" type of greetings. She was crying, she had lost her best friend, her younger sister who I always referred to as my elder sister. How a day can turn from a hundred to zero real quick, I was shaken to a point that I never shed a tear, and until now I can only afford goosebumps when I think of that day. So when I say bye to the world, please play me some reggae music, a chronixx playlist would serve the old men, and the night before you lay me down six feet, pl

It is exactly 18 minutes past 4  in the morning, some Gregory Isaacs playing in low tones from the background. I am guilty as charged, my mind going round in circles, I would like to blame it on the alcohol but that's not how things are done. I would like to put blames on many things but that will only make me some lame duck. You see young girl, the only reason I am up in the wee hours is only because for the first time in a long time both my mind and heart are in sync, they both have given my eyes a thumbs up for a work well done. Picking the best of flowers is never as easy as it tends to seem. It is exactly 0426 hours, words flowing from my brain,finding way to my keyboard and my duvet plays the role of ensuring that no words are lost because of the freezing cold and noisy crickets in this part of the Rift. You already know how am longing to make you mummy, be the Xender that shares both your happiness and worst nightmares. Be the cold vodka that makes you dance all night lon

Could you please try to forget the Mona Lisa story, let go of Picasso's arts because you beat them all. I know not if it is in your ability to be both sarcastic and fun at the same time, I know not if it is just because I find everything about you attractive that you always on my mind. Listen, lend me your ears, hear what my words have to say but of importance listen to what my feelings whisper for they say that the words not spoken are the loudest. See,,, have your eyes on me not for me because I can still see on my own though you got me blinded. I know you are able to see the future bright with me, and if light is only at the end of the tunnel, there is no way we are getting out of this love dungeon for your love seems to shine bright. Think,,,Mind you that I only mind you. You got  a deadly combination of talent, beauty and brains. You say that time will tell, you say that lets wait and see you say a lot  many other things but what am eagerly waiting for you to say is &quo

I heard your plight I had you in sight,,let me ask why you keep writing about him yet it has proven that his heart you will never win. Listen Fenty,, smile please share your white set of teeth to the world and boast that your Father in heaven is no dentist. Smile let all your cries and disappointments out At least displace them because in my heart is your place to be. You have much to prove in this world than just being a cry baby asking us to ask you why you cant stop writing about him. The pen and paper are yours to conquer, write about how my dreams and yours concur. Forget about him for a moment lets get lost in the moment. Lets write to get it right. Lets write to win each others heart for at least we all can narrate how bad we have been hurt. I guess everybody is bad at love at some point but that doesn't make you a failure. We all tend to hold on to the past forgetting that what happened to the wife of Lot. Hold up,, don't get salty,, hold up lets hold the remaining b

Like me not if you want me to  be the girl who I am not "Like me not if you promise to fight me " For the beauty and assets  I give thanks to the Al mighty,,but why force me to be with a man yet my feelings are for some certain girl Like me not you hypocrites,,, you only love the rainbow as an assurance that it will rain no more,, but diss me for choosing the rainbow flag as part of my identity. I cant change who I am,,but I can change the friends I keep. I know no family if all you think that being straight is falling in love with the opposite sex I know no friends if straight to you is not only being good to the society,,why does who I like be the basis of how you judge me? Ye Stereotypes and straight jacket thinkers,, I draw no inspiration from anywhere,,I let not the dictates of the society define me. You are fast to say that men are dogs but also judge when I give my heart to a fellow girl. Ye people of little faith and fake love I refuse to be part of you. I refus

Last week yote nimekua nikiskia sauti ya Nyash ikiongea na sol yangu ,,sauti inaniambia tujiangalie,, but unlucky for me niko na shida ya macho na najua pia wengi wenu wako blinded na Love,,, the few who can see nacheki wakiangalia nyuma,,wako salty,,,wishing and reminiscing on the good old days. Days yenye noti ilikua hadi ya 5 bob na the only mashillingi tulikua nazo ni za kichwa.. Days mtura piece ilikua Bob na Watu hawakua wanaiba Mali instead ungewapata ma youth waki imba along to tunes za Bob Marley. Days kulikua na maziwa free shule achana na siku hizi yenye apart from maziwa pia unalipia fee ya shule na watoi hawajui ata ku tie shoe lace.. Nashikwa na feeling ya ki nostalgia nikikumbuka dem days, the only thing watu walifurahi kuona uchi ni chicken ikipiga samaa,,achana na siku hizi hawa ma dem wana pose for pics uchi waki blue tick boychild mwenye asubuhi aliamkia uji ... Siku hizi life ni ironical,,, kuombewa lazima ulipie na yet bado kuna mtu anatudanganya the best thin

A gem so precious, a girl so young and beautiful No adjective can describe you as my brain would yearn No experience can paint pictures of how a darling you are But hey You don't need words to describe you For you don't need the words to speak In your silence I get to know you better In your silence I tend to hear much about you. The likes the dislikes The punch the punchlines, All that you like,,its only in your world that we get to know. Today I remembered, That one day I tried to hit on you,,I guess I still would be if not the prevailing circumstances My wish to see you happy My dreams to see you successful My prayers that you don't get lost in this confused world of ours. I think you need to know the truth about you. And the truth is you are just you Trying to fit in may deprive the world of a rare specie of mankind Oooh my, who ever met a girl so kind? Talking too much will see me lose plot But failing to point out the following about you will see

Shee The poet: The last time we had sex really did feel like a finale, a culmination. Our tears had abated. We channelled our remaining emotions into the act, had a cathartic experience. Then we fell asleep next to each other once more. And you sneaked out in the middle of the night again, for the last time... Just so you know. That same way you left my house, is the same way you've left my heart. All I've left is your scent on my sheets and tears in my eyes. Zi Boy: Don't tell me that you don't want me near,,,don't tell me you forget so fast, you say all you have left is my scent and tears welled up,how can you forget how I made you feel? How I made you run to the edge of the bed,,,how you sat there confused,,whether to come back or dress up. I am left with lots more than just your erotic moan,,,tell me you are only pretending to feed your ego Shee The poet: I don't want a one night stand. A one life stand is what i crave. I'm overwhelmed with the pa

The rains have missed for a while now, the swamps are drying up, the well to deep for an average diver, The land is almost giving up The cracks are visible No plants are growing Temperatures too hot But removing the clothes will add nothing much to the equation The fraction is already improper The owners of the trees have not shown for a while They say work requires alot So no one will prun No one will groom Trimming is limited The owners of the tree are working to destroy their livers And with destroyed livers No farming will be done Blood to the veins will not be clean The women are crying For brighter days they are hoping But some are wiser now They look for agile young men in the villages To help them flex their muscles Wisemen said borrowed bread taste sweet And that stolen water quenches thirst The old men are drinking to their sorrows Their guns no longer cough live bullets Their gumboots no longer save them from the muddy pool Their sweaters are like v

Date a poet, I have less or more than 13 reasons why. Date a poet because if not,who will date them For poets cant date themselves: too much of something is poisonous and so are words. Poets are the best,only that we have a thing for feelings and attachment We want someone to love us as much as we love words Someone who can let us paint the love world in words. Date a poet,help a brother...see how they tilt the mic and close their eyes, see how they open a blank page and sigh, See how they see no future without you How they cant imagine their lives minus you. Please date a poet Date a poet if you are either called Sharon,Wendy,Christie or any other name given to a girl child,, Sheila,only a poet could shield you from these Hyenas, Sony, only a poet could save your plasma from screening Ooh girl child, men were dogs was just a poetical statement,so love them for more. If you like being pampered then love a poet for they only play with words and skin, date a poet for they no

Words so sweet who doesn't like I saw you yesternight, how you cant be mine I still can't see Guess that's why they say love is blind. Do we rhyme? No, you from a world of loud thoughts Am from one with no thoughts I only got Lines Fighting with words Trying to make you mine. I don't mind They say am mad Crazy over you. Your hips conceals nothing How they sway leaves my mouth empty Wondering, fantasising When will you be mine. They say we poets Are mean with love Full of words But, Why invest where you won't harvest Come get below my vest Dig up my vase Uproot the flower Plant a new one Water it, with love, care and affection Love like its a marvel fiction Under the sheets, feel the heat, friction You got my mind tethered Like zero grazing, here no rotation Because You got my mind rotating Circumnavigating My pen dripping When will my pen be dipping Feel my words Let me fill your world No money But still I can make it as honey

Merimela, mtoto aliyeumbwa bila shida She was worth more than Guarana na cider Curves ka magoti ya ngamia No wonder I wanted her near Her melodious voice for my ears Her light skin tone, she was my pick How tall she was but never saw far How smooth she was like she was made of quality fur She that captured my feelings And drained my shillings For her love was all about getting posh Dinning fine Riding high But grinding none She believed that her body was the currency And her make up the tool of trade Tolerating zero if your account balance had zero as the only significant number That way you couldn't be her significant other So materialistic she was. But couldn't afford no wife material. Her love was never blind For she thought of foundation as the strongest base Bila mascara alikua anakaa msee amehara Dehydrated she was but always wet Natural and inner beauty she believed in none Laughed at those who opted to be nuns But confessed to the father, for s

Growing up and going trough primary school, my dream was to go to university, in fact Nairobi University. I had this perception of all the fine girls you meet in town were from university of Nairobi. But after working hard and being called to Campus, I no longer have the zeal to be there, all the zest was like some hot air that with no time carried up and returned down when it gets cool. In my first week in campus, to be precise on my first Friday at the institution, my roommate calls to inform me that he will be having a friendly match with a girl he had met earlier that day. Still a rookie, I have no friends to go to and help wish the night away. I opt to go to a nearby local where i buy some drinks to intoxicate myself. The club did not live upto my expectations. I had this wild thought of girls dancing naked in campus and performing most of the erotic dances to anyone who helps them get intoxicated, to my utter surprise, the ladies themselves were not insight, the pub was a den of

Hello, how you doing my guy. I know we only talk when am broke and I saw it fit to break the monotony. You sent me here, so as to pursue what you thought I liked best. Things have changed and I do not know whats my purpose at the varsity any more. Firstly, these girls are making me run mad. Your only son is madly in love with more than one girl and I dont know who will come home when it is time to surrender fifty virgin cows in the form of dowry. They are all promising, beautiful and I also tend to think they are all smart. Some dont want love, but they have very lucrative deals to offer. Dad imagine, having sex with no strings attatched! Others have turned my house to a counselling centre, when they have issues with their campus husbands they lie to me with casual sex so that I can offer them what they call words of wisdom. Dad, your son is King Solomon! Is that not a reason enough to start planning for my graduation early? You know that I don't do drugs right? Just let it rema

[Doluh] Form ya kukua ma mboch ni shortlived, bado anatafuta the right stammerer Wasikutishe na manyoka,, most high ndio alumba kina omieri Kaa Joseph, wanaplan kukuuza juu we ni threat, lakini bibi ya Potifah alishakunoki In no time waambie utakua incharge of food juu Thy Father  is in heaven Unajuaa,,, tuna serve a living God, Tuna serve a winning God Ye kushindwa ni term haiko kwa dictionary yake Unamchorea juu sikuizi umeitwa msanii Unasahau, ye hu art in heaven Unamkimbia juu umeshinda ma gold medal hadi zile chinku za Beijing Ye anakushow tuliza Brejrin Juu ni ye anatibu running nose Alikuumba, anaitwa Mungu Muumba Huezi kataa vako zake juu siku hizi unaishi kwa nyumba, Kumbuka enzi ulikua unashinda kwa streets, family wamekutoroka Mbona usahau haraka hadi ukiona street family we una foka? Alituma Messiah akuje adedi juu yetu Akajaribu ku humble Messi wakicheza na Iceland Lakini bado alitumia Messi kushow ati ye ni all powerful kushinda Juju za Nigeria Anasema

Just give up Was the last word you said. Was i dating my crush? Was I dating myself? 3 months is quite a lot of time if converted into seconds I'm finding it hard to let go, Tears welling up my eyes Showing that you I held so dearly I cant even recall your name for I had substituted that with the love emoji I wish I heard what the ancestors told me The only true love ni ile ya magazine I find it hard to love again after you I find it overrated Or am I just a cry baby? Its hard for me to watch you leave baby And if you are to leave,, take my heart with you,, for there is where it belongs In the death stage, we never talked as often, Mama was giving me a signal But I was blinded by love Now, I cant figure out my love life without you. I'm holding back my tears, I'm holding back my disappointments But Thank you for one thing You made me realize I could write You made me meet other great word smiths who say they love my work I wish Charlotte could belie

* Don't cry when am gone * Enough with the tears, Keeping your eyes wet wont help Forgive me for being too insensitive but trust me no man is worth your salty tears No man is allowed to hold your thoughts captive Asking yourself, why you? I am not telling you this because I want you I am not telling you this because I care I am telling you this because at some point I will break your heart I am telling you this because You say all men are dogs and that I am no exception I am telling you this, to sound as a warning Not to cry for me when am gone Do not break down when I break your heart You are too weak to handle two broken pieces I guess that is why you keep falling in love with any man who promises you a happy time. I want to promise you some few things One, Let me guarantee you no guarantees Let me promise no promises That's all I can promise Because Because I hate it when women cry over we men In the spirit of feminism, I hear you lie to yourself that w

I want to sleep but not wish you goodnight I want to sleep with you by my side I want to sleep with my back facing the door and yours facing the wall I want to sleep with your eyes  across mine I want to sleep with our legs tangled I want to sleep, I want to sleep but this cold wont allow I want to sleep but my thoughts wont allow Are you sleeping? I know my vibe sometimes hits below per I know sometimes I become stupid But i want to sleep with your body next to mine I want our bodies to talk a language they can only understand Some french, Talk of some french kiss Talk of some french leave Ukiskia njaa Talk of some french fries Some Napoleon Niku chipo Coz you got too much sauce Sijui nikukule na tooth pick ama tu umma I want to sleep, let my body lie next to your thoughts Let your thoughts Get to know my body Let the temperature rise, sukari ita act ka mecury. Let your good behaviours be out done If possible, we can let them slip under my carpeted floor I

Tell her I said that my house is still her place Tell her I said that I love her That I still think of her But I wont talk to a deaf person in the name of love Tell her I said fuck her, For how could she? Tell her I still miss her though That I wont mind having her as mine again Tell her that I said that I wasn't cheating, but now I will only for security purposes Tell her I said that even though she Is smart and beautiful, she still made stupid decisions Tell her that I don't give a shit Tell her that her days are gone and like a stray dog lets meet when am hungry Tell her that I said I love you too Give her some mixed feelings Lie to her how I made your night while she was away Make her get away of finding away, then ask yourself why you cant beat her in her own game Make her say all men are dogs Tell her I slept with your friend Mercy Tell her, just tell her Make her lose her mind, Tell her you are seeing me Make her get intoxicated Make her burn her l

Fellow comrades, finally, we are back to business and it is no doubt that a good number of us cannot wait to get this semester done and dusted,dont worry, I got you. Surviving in this cold side of the Rift doesnot only need perseverance but also some God sent skills.Firstly, academics with no time to revell makes john a dull comrade,you have 5 days in a week to attend lecturers, please sign off in style. Friday nights tend to be boring if only you got your bed as company, you need sometime out. For those who do not prefer subjecting their livers tounnecessary torture, you can try hit up the guy who arogantly made you cut the journey to your room only for him to ask for your number and promised to get back to you, and ask him if you could spend the night at his place while you catch up some latest marvel series or even complete assignments! For our brothers and sisters who have openly decided to promote the brewing industry, Friday night is the day you have been waiting for, hit up yo

I used to like, in fact I still like How you do your things I like how you lie to yourself that you got an attitude I like how you lie to yourself that you keep to yourself But interestingly, I like how you warm my heart yet you are so cold,, I like how you do the things you do You are too innocent, that when you cover up, the cat lets itself out of the bag I like how you get me writing, not that you inspire my thoughts, no, never, You inspire my emotions And right now I'm between a rock and a hard place My emotions are mixed I hate to love and really love to hate you Sometimes you carry me for a fool, luckily, I'm way heavy Sometimes you are way too nice, sometimes you are jerk You are not qualified for bipolar, You are just an overgrown adolescent You can't get hold of what you want, You say that, a lot is spoken in silence, you are wrong, only arrogance and ignorance is Hey hold up, I'm not going harm on you I'm just letting my thoughts of yo

Baby,, I know we don't talk,, you have reduced yourself to the level of my crush,, all I want but never get, the only difference is when I say i love you is you say you too, I am cork sure that if i was in the friend zone, You would have a story to tell by now. You would be coming for unplanned sleepovers in the name of missing me, but right now, I'm a ceremonial boyfriend, what is there to prove that we are dating? Apart from me pinning your chats, what makes you special? Add to the fact that you are still a freshman at campus, Okay, I am not trying to make you look less important, that is if you ever think that you are important, All that am trynaa do is to pump sense in your brain, not that you are senseless, OK maybe yes, but I hope not, but do you think that I'm a stone? I'm a superhero, at least for now, but, don't they have wives? Don't they render the sepals to the flower too weak to hold? I need answers. I am no fuck boy, not addicted to sex either,

Hello Ex Girlfriend, I know you never expected to hear much from me But I hope that you are doing okay You know that I'm a man of ego, higher than what eagles fly on a rainy day You know that I am always right, and that the only time I'm wrong is when I have to ask for the greenlight to go in Okay, you know a lot about me Or should I remind you of my tongue game? Do you miss speaking in tongues, do you miss getting wet like a rained on cat? Do you even miss me? Personally, I never thought that I will ever miss you, I'm not even sure if I am missing you right now, but I think I want you closer. Not as Girlfriend and boyfriend, hell no!! Not in my wildest dreams But as adults who know what they want. I know you tell your friends, the likes of Janet and Shiko, that I am still immature, okay, you might be right on this particular one. I know I left for greener pastures, yes I am a nomad of love, or am I the cow? You see, I thought that your friend had all the qualit

I lay on my bed reminiscing with my legs resting on that one chair Thoughts of how I thought it would be Thoughts of how I thought you to be After two months of trying and first week of April Things have never been the same Not that they changed, no, they ain't just the same I remember, It was hard for me to love It was hard for me to text to blue ticks It was even harder for me to start a conversation for three consecutive days I lay on my bed thinking, On how you would ask for my whereabouts when i disappeared online I remember you using the moon face 🌚while I was online but not replying to your messages I remember you asking why I never had a girlfriend But But since you became my girlfriend You do not have questions to ask Since you became my girlfriend you only use the moon face when I upload a status you think is directed to you In fact, Since you became my girlfriend we even talk less Yes I notice But, only talk when the words are from the heart Those

Ni kawaida secretary kukua. Na trust Juu hujui time mdosii atakuuliza ka uko salama Ndio atake down notes Ni kawaida Ni kawaida secretary akue smooth si unajua ma CEO hawapendi watu wa nduthi juu hao ndio ma rough rider Ni kawaida Ni kawaida  ma secretary kukua sure But But is it worth it nauliza What happened to appointment by merit What happened that ni sikuizi bila sex huezi inherit position work place What happened hadi bedroom ikakua work place What happened, What happened that we no longer hit the nail on the head But hit our heads on the nail What happened? Wahenga walisema hard work pays Lakini alitu confuse aliposema without play, after all work makes Jack a dull boy Alituconfuse Tuka grab playing grounds ndio tu build rooms za ku play under the sheets, Hard work pays, So they try to sweat it out on the sheets Success imekua sexually transmitted Ukiwa lucky, after one shot unakua managing director But But this has to stop It has to stop when me and yo

I remember growing back in the dusty tarmacs of Huruma, H town they call it. We all lived like one big family, your immediate neighbour would whip you when you forgot to take a shower or even a simple childish mistake like missing to aim the hole when answering an urgent call of nature. I remember brushing shoulders with one of my mates when his mother slapped me for making a fountain with urine,  boys we all agree that this was one of the reason we drank a lot of water, to see who could make the highest fountain. I guess this is where we learned the art of endurance. Hitch hiking was another fun moment that nobody could afford to miss. As for me, I never enjoyed this , it was meant to torture us, One day I vividly recall a friend of mine, Victor, hugging the ugly tarmac with his pot belly just because of not adhering to some simple physics, the force of inertia, as for those who can't relate, explaining it will make it loose the humor intended. Victor is still crippled to date,

Mr. Prof, first i would like to congratulate you for your newly acquired status. Its never easy getting to the helm of any large institution, and Moi university was no exception. Work has to continue, prof Laban did much as the acting VC and that's why most of us feel that he was short changed but lets hope you will fill in his shoes. Firstly, the ongoing gate construction has been long over due, Hope this will be your number one agenda in making Moi University great again. As much as we appreciate Prof. Laban's effort to uplift the facial outlook of the university, this has been going at a snail's pace and with the rains now here, the institution can be easily passed for a construction site. Comrades also have on their wish list the renovations of lecture halls, some have been reduced to structures with ancient roofings. A quick good example is the lecture theatres 1, 2 and 3. Not only are the seats in a poor condition but also the blackboards windows and even the doors

    All of us are in agreement 2017 was a year that will go down in history of our country as the year to remember. It’s the year we saw many things, we had two presidential elections; two presidents one who refused to take part in the repeat elections and one who ran against himself. The ban on shisha was the highlight of the year as it was the preferred drug of choice for those slay queens who milked the boy child dry overtaking Guarana and Snapp. The ban was a blessing in disguise for the boy child, at least a good number of them could now divert a significant amount of the 800 shillings per round of this addictive drug investing it on sports betting with the hope of being the next Gordon Ogada. The debate on legalizing marijuana for health purposes was the pinnacle of online and offline discussions spearheaded by researcher Gwada Ogot. De facto boy child commander in chief Cyprian Nyakundi still maintains that the ban was a well calculated move to slowly kill the vibrant nightlif

On Sunday as the dons stayed away from lecturer halls, I decided to stay even further away from them and sunk into our well-liked joint; F2. I was hoping to dance away the night as the stakes of Kenya’s stout rugby team kept rising in the final leg of the Vancouver sevens. Being a regular at the watering hole, I had mastered the art of patience, it was increasingly common to bump into a classmate who would offer you a quarter litre of vodka. How thoughtful of such people to help you save two hundred shillings that you would have used to intoxicate the liver. I pretended to be too deeply absorbed by phone, unconsciously rocking my head to the cool Caribbean vibes gracing the airwaves that night. Seeing that no one I knew was forthcoming, I opted to get myself a bottle of whiskey and went back to my table which was largely empty. I bought whiskey that day not because I had enough money to waste but because I had been told a tale of girls and their love for men who take whiske