My Random Stories

  (Made on Canva) Who is an antagonist? An antagonist is the villain of a story. It can be a human being, a natural phenomenon like a hurricane, a disease, an animal, an idea or a fictional character like a dinosaur. The aim of the antagonist is to create chaos and wreak havoc while creating obstacles for the protagonist (hero). The protagonist has to find a solution to the uncomfortable situation caused by the antagonist. In story-telling, the antagonist propels the story forward by creating an inciting incident that forces the protagonist to go on a journey to remedy the situation and restore balance. In the Dark Knight (2008), the Joker creates chaotic situations in the city of Gotham with the aim of killing the Batman. In the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thanos is looking for rings that will give him ultimate power and make him the supreme being of the universe. Why are antagonists not popular? Being an antagonist is not very appealing, especially in the acting business b...

  3 AM!!! 3AM!!? 3 AM in the morning? That when that sweet snooze starts and one goes limp from some deep sleep. You don’t want to move. WHO WAKES YOU UP AT 3 AM IN THE MORNING? It could only be Tony. Here he was. Drunk, rugged and roughed up. Worse still he had come with a taxi all the way? Guess who had to pay? 1,500 shillings for the trip, then another 2,000 shillings to his home. Thank you God there was some money in the house. Worse still he ate all my food from the fridge. He had gone to university, completed. He had done some work. He got work before me and I graduated before him. He was doing alright for himself, paying rent, buying his food, enjoying life and leaving me alone. I don’t know what happened, but I have a feeling he thought there was money, so he didn’t need to work. He started acting like a mad man, jumping over cars, shouting at people just two feet away from him, screaming, rolling around in the dirt, waking people up at 3 am to pay his taxi fare and ste...

To say I was expecting it to happen, would be a true statement. I knew you liked me. I knew you wanted to be with me. I knew that you had a thing for me. I knew you wanted to be with me. You already were with me, but you wanted more. You wanted to listen to my intimate stories while we cuddled. You wanted us to send each other silly and romantic messages. You wanted us to share each other, but most of all be in love with each other. You wanted us to stop calling each other best friends and become a couple. I pretended not to see it. I pretended I did not notice your feelings. The way you hugged me. The way you touched me. The way you looked at me. The way you were always eager to listen to my stories. You liked me. You adored me. In your eyes I could see that you were planning our future. All I had to do was accept your proposal and ask you out. I did not want us to be together more than friends. I wanted things to remain as they were. I thought things would be weird and awkw...

It was one of those days. Working late, because I was forced to. I was leaving the organization and my boss felt it important that I should know who is boss. She never liked me, worse still, I was really good at my work. The gap I was leaving could never be filled. She knew it. I knew it. The project I was working on could have earned her a big promotion, until I made the announcement. She was never going to forgive me for that. I couldn’t care less. I had big dreams and I knew I could not move up in that organization. I left the office, tired and burnt out. I wondered how I was going to wake up early the next day to come back. I was almost considering not coming back, then I remembered I needed a clearance letter from them for my next job. I had to. That night’s supper was bread and water. At least the peanut butter and jam added some ‘spice’. I was almost considering adding some beef cubes or tomato sauce. The life of a bachelor. If my mom found out, she would have move me ba...

You know it is always very easy to take things for granted because we never know what we have until it’s gone. That must be one of the most cliché lines you will ever read. However, it is very important in this context. The main reason being, I want to say thank you. My life has not be relatively easy. I have gone through a lot of problems and I have the worst reactions to different situations. However, no matter how tough the challenge, in some way I have always come out of it, learned and moved forward. It is hard to explain, but I know it is because of people praying and wishing me well. People have told me that I am going to be great one day, and because of their support and love, I keep building myself with time. If you have followed my story, you will find that I have grown, thanks to the people I have met and interacted with. An example is high school. I used to fail my exams. My first term I was in the bottom 10. It was rough for me and it seemed like I was going ...

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...