My Random Stories

(Uptown Magazine Website) “Listen, I WANT MY MONEY!!!” “What do you mean you want your money?” “Look, I went to check my account and your money has not arrived yet. You promised you would finish the transaction as soon as you got the document.” “Yes I did. I sent you the money. Go and check it.” “I have already checked it. I am even checking it on my phone right now. I cannot see any money deposited.” “You are lying. I sent you the money to the account you gave to me. I don’t know what you are talking about. Look again.” “You have got to be kidding me. I took a risk and stole that document from my boss and now I have no money in my account. We had a deal.” “Yes we had a deal and I fulfilled my part, just as you did. Are you trying to get more money from me?” “No. I am not trying to get more money from you. I want the money you owe me.” “I don’t owe you money. I already sent what I owe you.” “This is no longer funny. My colleagues and I are...

(Bully Fanon website) It is quite a shame that Alliance has to be in the news for the wrong reasons. Usually they are in it, shouting and praising the form fours who had left the previous year for the ‘ A ’ s they brought to the school. To some it is a new phenomenon that students are beating students, but to me it is not. I went to a so called ‘ bush ’ high school. It is however famous in the part of the county it hails from. Here, beating of students by fellow students was a common thing during my time. It was almost routine. To make it worse, once you were beaten by the prefects they took you to the teachers who also beat you. Of course they were not using sticks only to beat their fellow students, but anything they found. Those who were forwarded to the teachers were usually those who had resisted the beating. The teachers also found out that sticks were ineffective and felt the need to use their fists to correct the errors of the student. I am not writing th...

(Lovethispic website) Life is tough. That you have to understand. We are human beings. We get hurt. We cannot protect ourselves forever. We have to be vulnerable for people to love us. However, we get hurt so that we get stronger. I can sense that you are scared right now. You thought you had it all mapped out. You had seen the future you had together. The little children running around, with yourself ready with a shoe to make them shut up, because you have work to do and you cannot think with them making noise. You had seen me visiting your house and you laughing at me that I was single when you were thinking about a third child. All those dreams were crushed and now you came back to being single. Though you never reached beyond being friends. All I can say is sorry. Sorry that she decided that someone else was better than you. I can never understand how that feels for you, but I know that you are stronger than you look. I know you can pull through. (Newgrounds ...

(Knysna Keep Website) Love is hard to define. No wait. It is hard to choose the one you will love. Yeah that sounds about right. It is hard to choose the one you will love. Once you love someone no matter how much that person hurts you or whatever is wrong with them, the love you have for that one person will never fade. I learnt that and I am happy that I stuck on until today. I am happy with what transpired and I am grateful that I have the one I love by my side. I met Natasha at a conference. I can’t clearly remember which one, but I remember it was organized in the city. We started talking and realized we had a lot in common. I had never talked to a girl like that in my life and I felt a very strong connection. We planned to meet the next week, but she never showed up. She called though and asked that we stop. Needless to say I was confused. I started to worry that I had done something wrong. Maybe I said a word or did something that she didn’t like. Something in m...

(Ask Ideas website) The world, to me, has become a depressing world. It would seem we have lost our humanity. I know I have circled around this topic, but to me it is important to repeat it as much as possible. The reason I am writing this is because there are people who feel they have no meaning in this life. I went out for coffee with a good friend of mine, a brother, when we left we met a street child rummaging through a dustbin in the cold Nairobi streets. I felt sorry for the boy and decided to assist him with some of my coins. I tapped on his back and he almost jumped. He started running and I called him back and gave him the coins. We were shocked at his reaction. We tried to guess why he ran. He must have thought it was the police who wanted to hit him for ‘being on the streets’; a shop owner angry that he is going through the trash can with a possibility of dropping the trash on the shop door; he must have thought it was the county askaris wanting to beat him for...

(Counselingmn Website) “My son, please come and sit with me.” Jacob runs and sits next to his father. He wanted to hear the progress. What was going to happen next and how could he be of any help. “My son, I love you. I love you very much. If I could do anything to change the situation I would. I never had what you have today. Your mother and I have worked hard to provide you and your siblings. If we could do anything we would, but we can’t. I want you to promise one thing my son.” “What is it father?” “Promise me that no matter what I tell you, you will continue to work hard in school. You will work and change your situation. Whatever I tell you should not change your ambitions and goals in life. I want to repeat, no matter who you wanted to be, this should not change anything. You can be better than us, and that is all we want. That is what your mother wants, that is what I want.” Jacob’s mother who has been listening all this time, starts sobbing. She trie...

(Groupon Website) It was going to go wrong. I knew it would go wrong. It was obvious everything would go wrong. Why didn’t I say no? Why did I accept the job? Why didn’t I know it was a set up? Why? Why? Why? It was a cold Friday evening. Nobody would be around for miles except for a couple of guards, who were not well-armed. All we had to do was go in, get the cargo, and then get out. Simple and straight to the point. I was supposed to bypass the electrical alarm because of my knowledge of wiring cars. That is all I had to do. What happened next caught me completely unaware. We entered, tied up the guards who were too willing, as if they had been informed of our coming; I played with the wires and just like that four men were in the vault of the bank. I stood outside with the bags. As we were loading the bags of cash we heard a commotion outside. There was shouting, then shots were fired. “Come out with your hands up. This is the police. We have you surrounded.” ...