sunset saga

  I mostly wake up late these days. I mean as late as 6.50am or 7.00 am. Speaking honestly like a good number of you the first thing I do in the morning is to check my phone or run to pee. Sometimes I even have to pick my phone from under the bed, I don’t know who it fights at night. I check the charge, as if some ghost was using it overnight. I check what time it is, after which I can go to my email, twitter, Facebook or Instagram. Mostly email has nothing interesting apart from Quora inviting me to read the ‘scariest stories,’ and LinkedIn job notifications that you will never get. I would then scroll twice or so then remember it would have been wiser if I prayed first and set my day in the able hands of Were, God of the eye of the rising sun. Amidst scrolling this morning, I came across a screenshot of a post by Kisumu TV. I later looked for Kisumu Tv and couldn’t find it. Wherever it disappeared to God knows. I don’t enjoy writing sad stories much - but sad stories are also sto

  The earthquake that hit Turkey and Syria was a disturbing news. Have you seen the videos of those tall houses sinking? A fifty floors building just decides to feel weak on its legs and topple? And the human remains beneath the rubbles? What’s even sad is that after all those people perished, Turkey and Syria were yet hit by another 6.4 magnitude earthquake early yesterday.  I’m not a journalist, I’m just a story teller. I’ve been so much interested in Christian Atsu since the earth quake. From the time he was reported missing, to the time he was announced ‘rescued’ and finally to the time he was pronounced dead 12 days later after his body was found decaying under the rubble of his apartment. A father, a husband, a son, a brother, a footballer and most importantly a humanitarian - but also a decaying body. Those who were wiser than us said that when death wants to visit it sends a sign. It knocks and might delay a bit. But when it already made its mind that it will strike. It surely

  I don’t like it when a man humbles before me. It rubs up the wrong way, I mean I'm just a man like you mehn. So, we walked back into the restaurant. He was still pleading with us that it was not how we think… but who keeps a customer waiting for close to thirty minutes when you really want their money? They just pass by and don’t even ask ‘what are you taking’ I started feeling like we were in the wrong place. It made me stare down our shoes upwards, perhaps we were not dressed like the rest – in a way that pleased him. That was immaterial, we were classy. Robert reached out to me after he read my previous post, ‘the holy studio.’ He said I could be his next story and I said well I'm that story. He is a good writer, a really good story teller. The voice behind   letstalk . All the Roberts I have known in my lifetime are huge people. I expected an enormous figure, but guess what… Robert is not like other Roberts I know. He is huge ideologically and in thinking and huge in c