Friday, 4 October 2019


The protests are killing our people, our society, our region, our world.

With our oppressors on us with laws that affect our future generation, we demand for justice and a life of our own, free from the Chinese government.

Despite pulling down of the 2019 extradition bill, lives have been lost in pursuit of the right way for our people.

This latest ban on face masks will only tear us down more, as we all want fairness and equality respecting our freedom which distinguishes us from other states around us. The future remains unknown as more protests means an ever ending loss of our economy and investments, risking our lives in the process. But, we do it for our children and the next generation that will come after them, unknown after 2049.

The world has witnessed good sides of women leadership all over, which never ended well for most of them. Their disappointment should be attributed to those who put them in high places first, with the intent of gains from them. Puppets they become. Madam Carrie Lam of Hong Kong disappoints her nation by being a puppet to the Chinese government in return, hurting the same people she is to protect.

Park Geun Hye had to be removed from office after failing to help rescue over three hundred students after the Sewol ferry disaster. A simple act of kindness would have given life to all those on board. It's time for Carrie Lam to make a change for her people lest they all follow the same path and demand her step down.

We do not support the protests ongoing but wish for police brutality to stop, alongside giving back freedom that was once witnessed to the people, without any favors to the Chinese government.
This is not the colonial era...


Tuesday, 11 December 2018

The Paradox of Love and Time

We do not know anything…

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

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.

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.

We do not think we knew anything.

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

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