sunset saga

  I met Philip Mutemi in the streets of wanderlust diaries. He wrote a piece that caused stir and led to a lot of fuss. If you know the wanderlust diaries you're safe. You may actually go to heaven if Christ comes today. His display picture is of a man seated with arms crossed in what looks like a pub. A man probably past middle age. Looking at him another time, I feel like he has four children. Again looking at him, he doesn’t look like in 2014 he was 20 years old, I mean he almost looks older than my father. He honestly couldn’t be 30 right now. All these observations I made because of how some people in the comment section threw stones at him. So, Philip claims that back in 2014 his 3 cousins, 4 neighbours and himself were to join campus. They were given money to go and buy laptops. What is campus life without a laptop? The next Monday early in the morning they were in Nairobi. There was one cousin who was street smart and managed to convince them the he was well acquainted wi...

At times in the homestead, a man should just walk around with a hammer or a pair of pliers. What if you find a loose nail or anything similar ? So my old man saw me walking around with a hammer one evening and called me. Maybe in his head he was like, my son is growing into a responsible man. He then told me, "you know now you're a big person" I mean 'grown up'  I didn't say yes because that's pretty obvious. I'm big. Look at me, I'm  big. I sat on the wooden seat  and his stories came down on me like the walls of Jericho on the 7th day of trumpet blowing.  Boyie, a middle-aged man, back then a CRE teacher at a boys school located in the suburbs of Homa Bay. Many years ago, like in early 80s. A tall chocolate man with a bald head. A reserved man of few words.  Hold on, what age in point of fact defines middle age? I’m yet to see 30 but already feels like I should  be called a middle-aged man. This life has shown me things. In his mid 40s, a famil...

Last year wasn't a very bad year after all. I lived a colourful life. Colourful and bright like my happy socks. I met amazing people ! In the least, I can confidently say my impact was felt somewhere. I wrote pieces here that may have brightened your days. I visited a Children's home. I took someone on a date. I drank alot of water and a little wine. I played in the Sony Mashinani Rugby tournament and won matches, I have a turf burn on the shoulder to show for it. Could be the reward for the conversion I missed at the 5' mark.  I went to lake Naivasha, I went to Kinoru and got stuck in the middle of the forest at 8pm in the night. I ate cakes, danced in a wedding and woke up early to make certain things work. I flew to Qatar (in my fantasy) and lost the world cup with all my teams. Well, I did things at Twenty four. Things that really, were worth doing.  Twenty four taught me that you don't have to hang your clothes with bamboo pegs for them to dry. You can hang them wi...

I promised to wake up and write. I haven’t written in a while, I’ve been dealing with a lot of things. Not to mention losing all my world cup games. Ending a chapter in life not knowing where the next road leads to. I woke up at six, in my pair of shorts and a round hat over my head. Nothing seemed to be coming from my sleeping postu re, I decided to let the cold sting my legs so at least I could think. I started turning my phone and laptop inside out - looking for a writing prompt. Sometimes the mojo goes away. It disappears to God knows where and you can’t think. And even if you think something tells you “that won’t be appealing” Two doorsteps away a padlock is receiving a beating of its life because its owner probably lost the key at the counter of a pub. He is not a bad guy because he beats the padlock while talking to it. He’s amazed how he chose himself a worthy padlock. At the window opposite someone angry from his sleep is peeping to see who on earth speaks to a padlock at 6 ...

  First, what’s wrong with carrying a live chicken in town? Why do people look at you like you’re presenting before them a human head. Was it just an idle day, or was it the sack that made it look so odd? It wasn’t even a bad sack per se! I didn’t have a better option, trust me, the sack was the best coz carrying it with it’s legs would have made me lose a few friends. Also, if we don’t carry live chicken here on earth where will we carry them? We got to do what we have to do because life is one. Lastly on first, people should mind their own business…  Second, what matters in life? Thinking liberally, independent of religious strings, societal normalcy and cultural standards. You matter, but at times even, nothing matters. And other times, everything matters. Is life short or long? I would say life is life. Not short as we think and not as long as we would anticipate. Not as long because you can’t forestall your fate. You never know when cotton will be stuffed in your no...

It was one of those long school holidays. You spend most of your time home doing absurd things, for memories. Or rather because you have a crazy brother who will do anything for laughs. A combination of your brother and yourself could be destructive than a missile explosion.  Rachel, as her late father saw fit, was her name. She didn't like the name much. Who do you blame if some day you realize that you don't really look like a Rachel? That the left ear you see when you stare at the mirror should not really belong to Rachel. She was 14, her brother was 12. He was a freaky little boy with humour all over his face. He would make any situation look funny. You don't expect a dull day when you have Ryan for a brother. Their mom was their sole breadwinner.   They lived far a way from the rest of their relatives. The closest relative was their aunt Rosset, with whom they had a crippled relationship after her last visit. During her visit, her house was broken into and swept clea...

  Did you know that you can actually get rid of face acne by drinking a lot of water? I mean a lot of water till you die, then you won’t have to struggle with bad skin any more? I thought you should know. Some years back, I met a friend at the 10th floor of a certain building. She was this beautiful womanz with a bewitching smile. We became so fond of each other and became best of friends. Occasionally she would tell me things about a certain guy. The guy they were having a thing with. Surprisingly they would meet once in three months, yet they didn’t live an ‘impossible’ distance apart. So one day as she was bragging how she’ll be brought flowers on valentine’s day and I boldly told her “You are very single” she looked at me badly – but I was sure she was not close to receiving   any flower for valentine (from the guy). At 11.59pm on Valentine’s Day, the only flower she had was from a random tout who was thoughtful enough. Hours elapsed into days and the guy sensed a shif...