Tuesday, 11 December 2018

The Paradox of Love and Time

We do not know anything…

Then,
We think.
We think and we find out.
We think we found out something.
We think we know we have found out something.

Then,
We do not think.
We know what we think.
We are sure of what we know we thought.
We are happy we know what we thought was something.

Then,
We no longer know.
We are hurt and know we no longer thought.
We become sad and have no more interest on what we thought we knew.

Finally,
We do not think we knew anything.
  ̃Goldstein


The life of every human being revolves around two things: fame and love.

Fame makes everyone mad. The appetite for recognition in our endeavors brings out the real person in every human being. For that, each being will do whatever it takes for someone other than themselves to see and admit that they are good. Without that, we are nothing but useless beasts. Animals on the other hand do the same, from insects to buffaloes and even birds. We can overthrow governments with the interests of the masses as an excuse for our own gains, we can sing songs that make no sense, we can do embarrassing stuff just to get the acknowledgement of other persons, because we are nothing without them. However, that still makes us incomplete and weakens our inner souls.

Love is what controls the world. Love makes us famous to one person who admires every little detail of our lives. Their attention matters to most things we think, and we do much for them, to them as long as they love us back.

And so, the young generation grows with time to youth with the prospects of love first. They learn from older friends, peers who think they know everything and movies. They hope to find perfect partners in an imperfect world, then create their ideal mates.

The young men and women find someone they match in ideas and go for all romantic adventures. They make the world revolve around them, showcase in public all the affection they have for each other and say words they have no idea what they mean. They are happy for the moment. But love has a funny way of speaking its mind. It uses time.

With time, love begins to fade and we discover someone better than those we thought we loved. We find our lives boring and so we build bridges where none existed. We make more time for the new people we meet and forget the ones we have because we need more praise for our ego and self esteem. Our old love is always going to be there as it is home to our hearts though the love we had for them faded. They become reliable only when we need them to be around us.

The young generation therefore discovers with time that falling in love is endless. That there is always someone better than the partners we have and will constantly fall in and out of love. The young man becomes of age and marries someone, mostly those they never really loved but at times have no choice over it. They live in families with less love and more fights and cheating. He grows sad deep inside and discovers that life is never about loving one person all his life. He thinks he knows more about life.

So, is there love really?

Can a lady and a guy love each other with complete honesty and be loyal all their lives? For some, they make their vows with sincerity and keep their word. The lucky few. For most, love will always be an ends to the means they always desired before getting bored and looking for more love elsewhere.
Love becomes therefore, something that can never maintain a constant shape and will always change with time. We love new people differently every day and keep the old love away. We think we figure out everything love is all about but with time, we still discover something we never knew before.

Love becomes a mystery for both young and old, rich and poor, and the more we figure out what it is, the more we get lost in our thoughts and feel worthless each time the worst hits us in pursuit of it.
And we know not what we thought we knew about love

Thursday, 4 October 2018

The rich man who sold his shoes for torn socks

One chilly morning in the land of the Cafari's lived a wealthy young man by the name of Yanke. He started his life with inheritance from his father, who was not a local. His mother was still alive and despite her old age, maintained her beauty. She never relied on anyone for help and always supplied her produce both near and far. Yanke admired his mother so much and wished he was the modern Oedipus.

Time went by and the young man grew with wisdom and knowledge in looking after all her mother had. She taught him whatever he needed to know and hid those she deemed not fit to understand. Yanke was admired all over the land as he moved from place to place. Little did he know that his father's brothers and uncles still crept below his belly and tried taking all he worked hard for. All this while, he only had his brothers and sisters reaping all the benefits despite having a huge family that could benefit from the land.

Fifteen years later, his eldest son who ran most of his activities passed away.

The death of his first son, Yanketta, caused grief and so much pain. He was his favourite son. The funeral was attended by so many people, including his father's family members and the few people who had influence in his life.

He had to replace his first son.

The second son was strict and straight forward.  He had a mysterious life and no one dared challenge him. He controlled his father's activities as his own and made so many enemies during his period. He however managed to stabilize the people and the produce from the land, making it a success at the time. His only downside was that, just like his brother, he focused much on stealing the wealth he had from his father and sharing it with his family, leaving everyone else to fend for him or herself. His family ran all departments and owned almost every portion of land within their father's land.

Rumours got to his father, and enough evidence was submitted to prove he was guilty. Mr.Yanke was greatly disappointed by him and decided to take him off the seat and replaced him with Yanketta's far uncle, who was a very smart man.

Imo, the second son, failed terribly in distributing resources across the land such that everyone had a share. Yanketta also failed in doing so. Both Yanke's two elder sons caused hate and strife across the land, unknowingly.

The third son, Waim, was the best in his class. He could solve any problem without hesitating and knew how to handle affairs better than his elder brothers. He schooled in a different land, lived with different people and interacted with his great grandfather's friends, who taught him so much about leadership.

His period lasted only ten years at the farm before retiring to his home. Despite him trying to be equal in allocating resources all over the land, Yanke's influential relatives controlled him. He therefore did so much for his larger family, gave them almost all departments of the land to run and made them feel superior to others.

As Yanketta's death wish was to have his son take over leadership of the land, Waim had to do all he could to fulfil that, with the help of Imo. But there was a problem.

During Waim's reign, a man from a different area, whose father was once affiliated to Yanketta, decided to also follow his father's footsteps and try leading the land. He brought chaos, people fought for him, others made him a small god while his people made him their leader. This man, Agindo, was a powerful man.

He was next in line for leading the land.

Waim and Imo decided to confront him and make him understand. They made him an overseer, took him to places, made him wealthier but his people remained poor and destitute. He was in for himself.
When Yanke decided to appoint the next ruler, Yanketta's son, Yanketta junior as was referred, took the position. Agindo was denied in plain sight. He could not believe his father was that wicked. His mother gave birth to him at a time when Yanke had not planned for it. Apart from that, Agindo once tried taking the positon by force, after trying to overthrow Yanke's son, Imo.

This made him so angry that he never wanted to talk or listen to Yanke. He had contempt and spoke words that made his respect from the people questionable.

Yanketta junior took over the land and did one great mistake. He transferred most resources back to his family, grabbed more land from the poor, focused more on his personal endeavours and sold his land to Achin.

Now, Achin was never in good terms with Yanke's father, John Bull, and his uncle, Uncle Sam. He was a neighbour to Waim's friend, Napaj, but when Yanketta junior took over, he knew Achin would be his best friend in achieving more for himself and his family and less for the people of the land.

(to be continued…)


Saturday, 11 August 2018

The beauty of ugliness

How does it feel living in a society where the good has become bad, common sense very rare and honesty an expensive attribute?

Our country is being controlled by pests who pretend to be leaders, security officers and men of God. What annoys the most is that the whole nation knows about it but no one speaks about it because it has become a norm. A bug one would say that is sucking on a defenseless host.

The Kenya police service has been doing commendable job on the nation, but at the same time oppressing the weak and timid with blackmail and fear. Most people would do anything to avoid this people. Who seem to be coming up with new ways of "stealing" from civilian citizens. Their uncouth behavior is surely a reflection of a sad pathetic and disappointed life failures, which in most cases are self caused.

Would it be true to say that witchcraft is one of the reasons one would join the service? Or the ambition of being superior to others and belittling them for one's toughness? I would definitely agree with the few parents who disown their kids once they sign up. Any sensible person would think thrice before becoming a member of our security forces, unless he lacks ideals, a sense of belonging and a poor education.

There is definitely an exception, of a few men who act more mature than their egos.
The simple act of blackmailing someone or demanding for bribe, with everything right and not affecting the law, is a good sign of an egocentric, mean and inferiority complex-suffering fellow who can not offer any input to the society. The acts of crime will forever exist and the law will never bring any justice to man from the government to any private entity.
The curses that follow such people will always be witnessed in their sad lives, their poor performing children in schools, their broken homes and their high rates of alcohol consumption and drug abuse.

It sucks being Kenyan...

Wednesday, 7 March 2018

Dear Mr. Pr3sident...


Dear Mr. President,

It’s an honor to write this epistle to the head of state of a country so far admired by many but despised by its own people.

With great pain, I greet you.

As far as life goes, am fine and content with the little I have. You have no idea how it is being a citizen of no status as you have never ever been in such a state before, considering your lavish and flamboyant lifestyle. I am writing in regards to the observed state of affairs of a country you run, with little to no wisdom.

It is clear that by far, corruption and personal accumulation of wealth is what drives you. By setting up people in favor of you in critical positions, you acquire strength enough to do whatever you wish for without any challenges. All this can be observed in the armed forces, in the finance ministry, in the revenue authority and in the judiciary, which are all key elements in any government. I can barely do nothing but speak my mind to the nation, hoping to pass a message to the masses, with a prayer in mind that they may have wisdom and understanding to see the reality.

I am deeply saddened by your support to imperialism to other nations which have nothing to do with our affairs. As far as security is concerned, it is their duty to protect our people and not ‘colonize’ others in the name of protecting our interests. It’s only a mad man who goes to fight in his neighbor’s house. Furthermore, your country is in turmoil as you cannot provide enough security for your own people, though we both know that you did it for the money provided by the same body which preaches peace. It would be a good idea to be honest to their families and those aspiring to join the armed forces and let them know that war is nothing but a continuation of politics with personal interests using wits.

Your nation is also facing famine, tribal rifts, uprising militias and much more that I cannot mention in length. All these require you to act upon directly and show a sign of concern, but the masses have very little faith in you and most find you to be a man of no stand. Despite the fact that those who put you in power want you to do everything in accordance to their plans, you should try and be a gentleman once in a while. It shows you are of great principles.

As a youth, we are also facing out challenges of unemployment. Despite my great academic record and an outstanding record in school, I am yet to find something to do. I have several business ideas but all require capital. All schemes initiated by the government you work with are tribal based and most of us are left out. Personally, I am tempted to join Al Shabaab, with the latest offer by Al Qaeda for my skills. If it was my wish, I would either select Al Qaeda, IS, Boko Haram or the Taliban, and come back to your country and cause great destruction both to civilians and the forces, but I still give you an opportunity to change, hoping it will not lead to that someday. I am not crazy, I am very disappointed by the way your security forces recruit people with passion in serving their country, which leads me to think of an alternative place for adventure.

Your leadership is also one that’s wanting. Apparently, your resume shows you are a learned man and a business man, but you are not a leader. Exceling in business is one thing, leading a country is another. So far, you have tried without any signs of disapproval. That, however, does not guarantee that people like you. I do not like you because you have no signs of even being my dad. I would’ve hated it if I knew you were my father. Anyway, you could try reading leadership books written by philosophers and also learn more from religious figures. You are completely green.

Your government is running like a public school, with notorious bullies all over in blue, thieves at the tower, liars in the main hall meeting every often, watchmen killing and raping other students and religious leaders scared to speak what the good Lord offered them to preach. Their numbers is sinking your country in debts and making ordinary citizens to pay for all your selfish lifestyles. Would it be wonderful if you tried for one year, to run your country with a few principles borrowed from the likes of Jose Mujica? Though am not sure if any of your staff will be willing to live under such circumstances.

I have so much in store but I bet your busy schedule will never allow you to recall everything that is said. I therefore wish you a nice day and hope that by next time, you’ll have changed a few issues at hand. That’s how children learn in school.

Thank you for giving me an ear today, tomorrow remains a day to talk more.


Yours Sincerely,
A young citizen

Fate of the Chinese Standard Gauge Railway


 A few years ago, the government contracted the Chinese people for support to build a nation. They were awarded tenders to construct and develop the standard gauge railway as well as our poor road network, alongside other private investments such as malls and other covert investments inclusive of black market networks of drugs and arms supply the masses are not aware of.

Then, everything changed.

A good road network is a great improvement in a third world country but a railway network is a spark that may either tear a whole nation or build it.

Popularly known as the SGR, this railway network was an inspirational dream of a poor man to ease travel and time consumed, but a wealthy man’s dream of feeding into the poor people. Would it have been for transportation of people from place to place, then each man would be content with his own. Sadly, that’s not the case.

Our friends from the East alongside our wealthy politicians and heads of state, in association with the most corrupt institution in the country, the Kenya Revenue Authority, are changing the country in a pace that may end up ruining it as seen in history. Let us face facts here:

The oil discovered in Kenya is still under the British who are managing it; the Chinese people have a contract awarded to them to construct and manage the roads and SGR for a certain period; the Kenya Ports Authority is transferring almost all of its operations to Nairobi and as a result, transport of goods by trucks will reduce greatly; the government is making it mandatory for all goods to be transported by trains to and from the Mombasa port; transport companies such as Autoport, owned by the Mombasa Governor is closing up due to low business as a result of the mandatory rule by the government; Mombasa as a county and the second largest city is going to lose its status as most of the businesses are directly reliant to the port, et cetera.

As a result, all clearances will be done in Nairobi as the country awaits an inland port in Naivasha, which is ironically managed not by the KPA or KRA, but by a private investor. This will not only make him extremely wealthy, but it will also give him more than enough in case he decides to leave politics and focus on his life.

But there is a problem.

Due to the good nature of the new railway transport system, a great danger lies ahead for the people of this country: corruption, nepotism, unemployment and war. The country cannot be able to sustain itself in a few years with such people feeding from the same system that is to support the whole grid.
As the companies are closing down, and retrenchment facing the Kenya Ports Authority, and corruption seen in the Kenya Revenue Authority, it’s only a matter of time before we see the same SGR dream vanishes from our eyes. Many people will end up jobless, including, drivers, clearing firms,etc. Highway towns will end up fading due to low business turnout and most importantly, criminal activities will rise again.

The SGR dream will vanish before our eyes in the sense that, the rich tycoons running transport companies will plan on something that will wipe it out. Will it be a good idea? Yes.

A poor man will study hard, do well in school but since he does not know anyone, he will get a simple job at the port, owned by a rich man. The poor man will earn little cash and try to save it, but at the same time, a corrupt police officer will ask for bribe in order not to arrest him while heading home on a Friday night. The poor man will get home to his wife and demanding family, and end up slaving for the rich man in order to sustain himself. At the end of the day, he’s happy with the little he gets, the rich man is happy with his profits.

Then the government cuts this rich man’s transport and clearing businesses due to a railway transport that is miles from his head office. The corrupt officers at the port are also being retrenched and others reshuffled. So he has to close down or otherwise reduce, which will mean he runs at a loss. He fires the poor man who has been living in a rental house with several kids and the wife. Life gets hard on him with time, so he has to survive. He gets into crime. Soon, he and other friends of the same state start harassing the same rich people, and in the end, war erupts between the rich and poor due to inequality by the same government that lied to them, that is corrupt and that does not provide alternative solutions. The war affects all government projects including the SGR which it relied upon to make quick cash to the bigwigs in it.

All in all, a rich man will be sensible to forge a plan and destroy the SGR as it makes his business empire collapse. A poor man will be happy to fake the accident and make it real. A politician will be so comfortable to blame the Al Shabaab for doing it. The bigwigs will be so annoyed and arrest an innocent man and make him pay with his life.

The idea of a government deciding for its citizens is always a primitive one. The great masses are solely responsible for their own affairs first before agreeing to what it does. However, a corrupt system of leaders bars that notion which ends up affecting the citizens and depriving them of everything, including their livelihood, making them slaves to taxes and the same government they voted in. They call it democracy: of the people, for the people, by the people, but behind the picture is kleptocracy: of the thieves, for the thieves, by the people. The masses will always be subjected to deceit and lies, that is the great principle of a democraticgovernment.

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