My Random Stories

(All pictures courtesy of google.co.ke) Hallo! How are you? I pray that you are well. It has been what? One and a half years since we last saw each other? Wow! How time flies huh? I am sorry it took this long. I had to take time and do a little bit of soul searching. I have been dealing with identity crisis. However, that is not the point; the point is I am sorry, sorry that I left you there without a response after you had revealed yourself to me. It is no excuse, but I was confused. I have never been in such a situation and I was not sure how to react. I was shocked, at first. I never knew you felt that way. I always saw you as a best friend. A sister I never had. I still do not have a response for you. Truth is when I first met you I had feelings for you, but I was scared that you did not feel the same way. You made me feel cold when you talked to me, hugged me and our general interaction was stale. Unfortunately, I lost interest and began to see you

(All pictures and videos courtesy of Google) (Daylight.ma) If you were to ask what the terrorists were fighting for, their normal answer is, they are fighting for Islam. They are engaged in a Holy War, Jihad, against enemies of their religion. They will continue fighting until their symbolic black flag is raised all over the world and Sheria law is being followed. These religious fighters take their Kalashnikovs and shoot randomly at people they do not know, people having tea, sleeping in their hostels, partying at a concert, praying at a church, watching television in public, people minding their own business. We all look at them and think they are inhumane. Well, they are just human. Why do I say this? We are always ready to point a finger, but we have not asked ourselves what is the cause of fighting in the world? Why are blacks being mistreated in America? Why are Africans killing other Africans? Why are terrorists killing other people? Why is there is so much violenc

(All photos courtesy of Google) I am tired, extremely tired. I am officially tired. I have lost hope, I do not see anything or light or good. It has reached a point, I wake up in the morning and try as much as I can to avoid anything on our media. I don’t know if you are tired. Do you like what we are watching in the media? Is it entertaining to you? Maybe I am getting old. Don’t get me wrong I am not saying the media personnel are doing wrong, no, they are doing exactly what is expected of them. But, I wish they could spare me the politics. On the 20 th of October 2015, more than 150 minors were found a club. Drinking, in possession of ‘weed’ and having condoms. Condoms for what? Some of them were younger than my small sister. My sister is 12. A child of 9 years is at a club, drinking, and smoking and has condoms in his or her pockets. Did that sink in? A child of 9 (NINE) was caught at a club, in the evening after having stayed there since morning, drinking, smoking and

(All photos courtesy of google.co.ke) Ever since 2013, the world has been taking a spiral downfall to an abyss of where children as young as 12 to 13 years of age are drinking alcohol, men are becoming useless and full time drinkers of alcohol, girls are growing up wanting to be socialites, racism is still prevalent, terrorism, social media vices, and general pollution of morals and values. This is according to my opinion and experiences. To me, this generation is lost and we need a revolution to wake us up. In my home country looks to me as the worst hit. We are all fighting illegal and second generation alcohol, and yet on Monday night clubs are open in Nairobi and people are drinking till the next Monday. Promotions and events are being held by alcoholic making companies and nobody is asking how they affect us. An event was cancelled because there was no alcoholic drink. I believe if we were to look at the budgets of people, almost 60 percent is going to alcohol, which

(All photos and videos courtesy of Google) Playing with tires was a way of life and I believe in some ways was a form of expression, or better art. The largest tire would be used for to do somersaults (Back flips and front flips). We would use it as an elevation device, whereby you jump on it, gain air, flip and then land (unfortunately, I never managed one). The most bizarre thing, nobody got hurt or worse died after a flip (We must have been tiny super humans). We would always use a tractor tire for our amazing stunts. Maybe we should have started a circus, “Come watch the amazing children of Msaponi Court Sector one do flips.” We would have been a hit. The big tires were also used to ‘ferry’ people. Of course the biggest kids pushed while the smaller ones went for the roller coaster ride. The small one would go into the middle of the tire and sit in an arc position. The tire would then be lifted up and pushed. The child inside would go around and around, and when he

(All photos courtesy of google) If you were to ask me what I remember about my childhood, I would draw a blank. There was so much that happened in my childhood I would not know where to start from; my first crush, my love for video games, the games I played, the people I disturbed, the friends I had, the places we lived, how we lived, how I performed in class, my dreams…I mean I can go on and on and on. We all had or have a childhood (Some are still sweet 16) and we all had our moments of joy, pain and tantrums (I have not heard any good reports from my mom) but one thing I loved was pushing tires across the estate. As a group of friends we would find old tires that used to be thrown away without the rims. If it was muddy or dirty, we would wash it and push them outside the house. It might sound silly, but we would push them in line like a motorcade. The person upfront would have the smallest tire, while the person at the back would have the largest (Preferably a tract

(All photos courtesy of Google) (This is a fictional story) I never love driving because of the drama on the roads. I always feel uncomfortable with the crazy drivers on the road, the police officers who will never listen to your excuse until you are in court and the horrible state of the roads which are fixed once in a million years like the Solar Eclipse phenomena. I don't have my car yet so I borrow wherever I can get in times of emergencies or when I am going close by. After this day I promised myself never to buy or borrow another car, lest I send someone to an early grave (I am not this cold). On this particular day I had borrowed a four by four 'machine'. I was going to class and I was a bit late. If I had taken a chance at our public transport I would have reached the next month. Worse still I had a class presentation which accounted for a big chunk of my final grade. I had to pass. I called my best friend and he was more than willing to lend me the veh

(All photos courtesy of Google). If you would have asked me a week ago what I thought about President Obama's visit to Kenya, I would have said, I am not really interested. I knew it was not a social call or a courtesy visit he was making, just going to open a summit and that was it. As the week went by and the day he was to arrive drew closer, I asked myself what will his visit do for me, do for Kenya, do for Africa? We have been through so much the past two years and gone through much hurt in terms of corruption and insecurity. I had almost lost hope in the country and was planning to retire to my traditional home soon after my studies to block the negativity and anguish the country was facing. I  prophesied  doom and spelled out the dangers that would befall Kenya and Africa if someone did not do something. In the past weekend I changed my perception thanks to President Obama. The first night he came in he spent time with his family and got to know t