My Random Stories

Oh Princess! The Tower has fallen and the people are angry. What can we ... The Princess turned on him. He blamed him for her problems. Everything was good. Everything was alright. It wasn't until she placed him in the palace that everything turned on her He constantly told her what she didn't want to hear, So she blamed him. She tried to convince her other servants and the council that he was at fault. But they supported him. He was always going to rallies and talking ill her. Or so she assumed. The tower fell, but the princess didn't care. It was all his fault and he was taking responsibility for it. She shunned, accused and insulted him. But he was unmoved. She told the people he organized the people to revolt. But they were unmoved. She was losing face. She was desperate to save herself. She cried and clutched at thin straws. She looked for people to confirm her story. She was all alone. She grew angry and desperate. She tried to have him ex

He checked the catridge of the gun. One more bullet left. He raised it up. Pointed. Fired.  Willy came home. He unlocked the front door with his key and pushed the door open. He passed through the kitchen and went straight to the fridge. He opened and closed different containers, looking for something to eat before he went to bed. He found some rice, found a spoon in the cabinet and sat down to eat his breakfast. His mother came down stairs. She stopped at the door and looked at him from head to toe. She stood, frozen in time, as Willy chewed the cold, dry rice. She looked like she wanted to say something, but looked like she had forgotten what it was mid-sentence. This was her son. The one who God had blessed her with. She had to do something. If she didn't, he would come back in a body bag. Willy looked oblivious and in his own little world. He jerked from his day dream and started emptying out his pockets. His mother just watched. She wanted to protest. They had h

Princess! Princess! The tower is falling down! The tower built of mortar and brick. The tower built of blood and sweat. Princess! Princess! The tower is falling down! Princess! Princess! The tower is falling down! But why should the tower be falling down? Is it because it is the architect's fault? Is it because it is the engineer's fault? Is it because it is the inspection man's fault? Is it because it is the supervisor's fault? Is it because it is the mason's fault? Is it because it is the carpenter's fault? Why oh why Princess? Why is the tower falling down? Princess! Oh Princess! Look at those people. It is those people's fault that the tower is falling down. Princess, they are fed up with your tyranny. Princess, they are fed up with being discriminated and abuse. Princess, they are fed up with you. Princess, you never listened to them. Princess, you thought they were happy. Oh Princess! The tower has fallen down! Run away Prin

A mirror stands at the back of the room supported by the wall. The room is dimly lit with a projector in the middle and a white canvas on the opposite wall of the mirror. A door opens creakily. A man in a dark hood and a dark cloak walks into the room and attaches a laptop to the projector. As he switches the laptop on a portrait reflection of another man comes in into view in the mirror.   “I was able to edit the video because there are parts that I felt were a bit irrelevant. I felt there are parts you needed to see.” “All right. Thank you. Please start the video.” The man in the dark hood presses the spacebar button on the laptop’s keyboard and a video starts. It has no title, but it starts with a woman standing on the podium. She is crying as she is giving her speech. “My son. I loved you so much…Why did you leave me? What am I supposed to do without you?” She straightens herself out, wipes her tears with her handkerchief and looks into the crowd. “I gave

(Michelle Marielle Wright Blog-Post) “Did you see that? Did you see that?” Exclaimed Ivy. “See what?” Asked Chantelle. “That brick was totally falling for my head.” “Yes. I did see it fall. It is the reason why we were trying to run away.” “You didn’t see it change course?” “What are you talking about?” “It was going to fall on my head, but it missed.” “Yes it missed, because we were running.” “Come on Chantelle, you must have seen it?” “Listen Ivy, I am glad and happy we escaped the falling brick unhurt, but I am not following what you are insinuating.” “It was my dad.” “Really? I am sorry to remind you, but your dad died 5 years ago.” “Yes. I know that. I mean my dad is watching over me.” “You mean like Superman?” “Stop being funny. No. More like my guardian angel.” “What makes you say that?” “The falling brick.” “OK, but we were running.” “Last week when I going home some thieves were following me, jus

“That was so embarrassing. Why did you do that?” “I had to. When I was poor they always laughed at my family. Now, I laugh at them.” “But dad, don’t you think it is immature for you to brag to people because you are rich now? Money is not everything.” “Listen to me, I know you never go hungry and have everything you need, but when I was young I never knew when my next meal would be. I first wore shoes in form two. I became a millionaire at 40. Of course I am going to enjoy my success and rub it on people.” “You are not the richest person in the world dad.” “I know. Right now though, I am richer than all my relatives combined.” “Is that the reason you are always going to the slums every weekend?” “Yes. I have to remind myself of where I came from, and why I should never return there. I also rub it in the noses of those people who said I would never amount to anything.” “I think what you are doing is wrong dad. Please stop concentrating on showing off.

(Borderline Personality Treatment Website) Martin is back home. He stands outside the door. He thinks about what he just heard. He is angry. He is sad. He is confused. He opens the door and meets Sally who has been waiting for him. “So how did it go?” She asks. “Well, they told me I was crazy. Me? Crazy? How? Why? When? Where? As in, we are Africans, we cannot be going around and telling people that I am crazy. The doctor had the nerve to ask me to stay at the hospital, so that they can treat me. What absolute nonsense.” He begins to break down, “I am not crazy. I am not mad. Why would they tell me that? Yes, I am not normal, but I am not crazy. It is so unfair.” Their son, Isaac, comes into the room. “Dad, are you OK?” “Of course I am OK. Why would you ask that? Do you think I am crazy too?” Sally cuts in, “Martin please calm down.” “OK, OK. Leave me alone.” He pauses for a bit. “I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I just can’t believe I was going to be adm

(North Texas Performing Arts Website) The entertainment industry in Kenya has been growing over the past few years. The PwC valued Kenya’s entertainment and media industry at United States Dollars (USD) 1.8 billion in 2014 (PwC, 2016) . This was a 13.3 percent rise from 2013 and it is expected to surpass the USD 3.3 billion mark in 2019. The internet was the biggest contributor followed by the television and the radio (PwC), 2016) . The Actors.co.ke website added that the film industry was a key growth industry that had the power to spur economic growth and support Kenya’s vision 2030 through investment and employment (Actors.co.ke, 2012) . The website estimated the film and television industry to be worth 4 billion Kenyan Shillings, with the ability to hire approximately 15,000 people (Actors.co.ke, 2012) . The website also projected that the film industry could generate over 40 billion Kenyan shillings while creating more than 250,000 jobs annually (Actors.co.ke, 2012) .