My Random Stories

It started with a feeling. I felt like something was out of sync. I was confused, but I knew something would happen.  (picture from google.com) Thursday Afternoon Cold day, well it the el-Niño season so of course it was going to be cold. I was not so sure I wanted to attend class that day, but seeing as how my parents are still supporting me at my age, I would feel guilty for a month. I did my assignments and prepared myself for school that is until the lecturer was unable to come for class. I was relieved, but still felt empty. Friday I woke up, late as usual (I must be the laziest person in my age) I was supposed to go to town, and as usual I was battling in my mind whether I should go or not. When I was done giving myself reasons to leave, I left the house and went to town. I had to pass through the bank because the school had found fees I had not paid and exam week was approaching. While I was on the line, the guy behind me (a youth nearly my age) was pushing t

Hassan was shocked. "What is wrong with them? Why would they do this? I thought we were friends?"  It was a Saturday evening. He had come from playing with his friends. However, Kevin came by and whispered something to the others and they immediately turned to him and chased him. He left confused and angry. "Mom, my friends chased me away and I don't know why." "Its  OK  son, maybe they were tired and wanted to go home." "No. You know we play until 6.30 pm. Kevin came in and said something and the others were pissed off." "Don't worry son, go get cleaned up and watch TV." Hassan went away murmuring, still in a fit. He got cleaned up and put on the TV. "Moooooommmmm! Mom!" "What is it?" "Come and see" "This is YTV, reports are coming in that Militants have attacked a popular mall here in Nairobi and are killing indiscriminately. The attackers came in at 1.30 pm armed with AK 47s a

A year has passed since that dreadful day in September. (Photos Courtesy of Google). It was around 12.30 to 12.40 when my mom and I were having lunch. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon and I was preparing myself to go visit a friend who was recovering from a surgery at M.P Shah Hospital is Westlands. I had worn a striped purple and white shirt, my skinny jeans and sneakers. We left the house and my mother drove towards M.P Shah but she thought about passing through the Westgate road. As we reached the roundabout we were stopped by police and asked to use an alternative route since they were fighting robbers along that road. We faithfully complied believing that the robbers will of course be judged and punished by our “Mboys.” As we continued on with our journey, ambulances, security cars and personal vehicles passed us. My mother avoided them. She said it could have been the thugs or the police in hot pursuit and there was always the possibility of a stray bullet. When w

(NB: ALL PHOTOS COURTESY OF GOOGLE & VIDEOS FROM YOU TUBE) The truth is I do not know why I love dubstep.  Whenever I listen to a dubstep song I want to stand up and dance. I was introduced to dubstep by a friend called Kibui. He came up to me and asked me to listen to UKF (A Dubstep recording group). It was 'love at first sound'. I could not get the song out of my head and from then on I became a huge dubstep fan. I have been listening to dubstep ever since the beginning of 2012 and I have been able to collect and listen more than 1000 dubstep songs. I created a specific folder for them. My favorite dubstep song is Crave you by Flight Facilities (Adventure's club remix). The reason I love it is because of its beats and it always uplifts me whenever am having a bad day or the lecturer has given me a tough assignment and it’s due the next day. I know some of you are wondering what is dubstep? Well I will give you the definition and a brief history. Ac

Apparently you have to rejoice and be glad after passing another stage in life, graduating from the university. To others it is a milestone they were unable to achieve and see it important to share the limelight, while others who were able to pass through try to relive their hey days. It is all fun and excitement. Goats and chicken get killed in honor of the honor you got. You get lost in the fact that after four years you made it. That is until Monday morning. Father: Son we need to talk Son: .... (kwisha). Father: It is time you think about what you want next. Son: …… (still loading)……eh….. Father: I want you to look for a master’s program, search for a job and get a wife. It is time you became independent and left home to make yours. By the time I was your age I already had a child, a job and a loving wife so it is up to you. I think I speak for everyone who has experienced this, it is the most akwardest moment in your life. You feel like there is a thousa

It is always hard, but I never understand the reason we love or want to be loved. As a guy I always try to imp ress the opposite sex, but always end up hurt. It's like I never learn. Meeting her seemed like a destiny. At first I avoided her like a bad plague. Something in my heart told me it was wrong, but I dived head first like a fool, hoping to break my fall on the hard concrete and survive. As usual it started off with introductions when we shared a class and she insisted I help her. For some strange reason people think am an egg head, please....I walked her to her destination and all in the well chatted and found we had a lot in common. We became friends on Face book and exchanged numbers almost on the same day. I smiled and was I felt like the King of a hill. My mind was like "Here we go again". My relationship status was always like a bad record. I meet her, there is chemistry, I am blinded by love (if not lust), I propose (to be my girlfriend of c

Back in primary, those many years ago, I was in love. For some strange reason I have never understood why I am fascinated with ladies who have a lighter shade of skin than mine (believe me I love being dark). She was pretty in every way possible. She had a kind heart and treated everyone nicely. We started school together in class one. At the moment I was not very interested because I had a good thing going on with marbles and pushing tires across the estate. However, I did recognize her kind heartedness and beautiful smile. She awed me to no end. In class three she taught me how to swim. To learn more from her I always kept by her side and at times would throw my hands just to ' accidentally ' touch her. She transferred to another school in class 5, and I was left a shell of a boy. I missed her badly and constantly kept thinking about her. I know I was in class 5 and naive, but I felt I had lost something special. I was happy when one day we went to swim and I saw h