sunset saga

Adede Owalla is an educationist whose pieces I find very helpful and inspirational. He's an all round author and a thespian who has mastery of literature. This is a story by him about a school girl who lived miserably because of being misunderstood.  In a school whose name won't be of much significance... One Friday evening a dormitory captain  brought up a case of a form two girl that the students  believed to be a member of some satanic cult and reported it to the boarding mistress. The captain claimed that the woman had unusual conversations with unseen spirits in the middle of the night and occasionally ran across other students as they wandered the dormitory area while everyone was asleep.  The previous night, at around 2:00 AM, two students who had gone outside for a call of nature observed someone at the literacy garden, which was next to the hostel. They raised the alarm among the other students, and the security guards came to the rescue. The literacy garden...

In the Katwe slum of Kampala, Uganda, in 2014, a young guy by the name of Daouda Kavuma saw a group of three children who would perform for the people in exchange for fruits or a few cents. only three at the time. Daouda discovered that these children never had a place to call home and did not attend school. They subsisted on the fruits and cash that their audience gave them. Daouda was moved by their predicament and decided to take them in, provide for them, feed them, and train them. He gave the children the name Ghetto Triplets, then changed to Ghetto Kids, and enrolled them in a nearby school. Later, he discovered that other children in Katwe were experiencing a similar situation to them. At that point, he contemplated filing Ghetto Kids as an orphanage. The three founding members of their group—dance, theater, and music—were symbolized by their original moniker, Ghetto Triplets. Kavuma utilizes dance to help the kids have fun, but his main objective is to provide them an education...

Today I almost made fortunes in town from the touts after a police officer gave me his cap to carry. Coincidentally I was in a blue shirt, with a blue notebook and a reflector.  Just to make use of the few minutes I had the mandate of an officer I pointed a finger at a driver just to see his reaction and he saluted me. Waaaaaw!  This story is not about reflectors, note books and touts.  What do you know about Wilhelmina Lancaster?  Sister Wilhelmina Lancaster's body was discovered intact this week, four years after her burial, when the abbess and other nuns chose to relocate it to a last resting place within their monastery chapel, as is customary for founders and foundresses.  Although the body was not embalmed and the wooden coffin had a break down the middle that allowed in moisture and dirt for an unknown amount of time over those four years, the Benedictine Sisters discovered a casket with an apparently intact body instead of the bones they had anticipated ...

First, we all have to agree that very few things on earth come close to Chapattis in terms of 'slaps'. Like literally Chapos go beyond just food for the stomach. It is food for the soul as well, a pain reliever, it depresses anxiety, dissolves stress and numbs depression.  Second, we must also accept that the quality of chapattis depends on the person making the Chapos and not the pan entirely.  I came across these chapos at Pamella Oduor's Kitchen, the spice land and couldn't resist taking a couple of glances at them. Then my mother crossed my mind. Just as her last foot finished crossing, Mathayo came right behind her. My mom made me trust chapos. She made me believe that there's no other meal that edges close. Her chapos are not a collection of album tracks, just greatest hits only. Mathayo is a Chapati mastermind based in Kahawa. He's the cult in this area but unlike Mackenzie, he feeds his followers chapos. Also unlike Mackenzie, tunachopigana nacho tunakij...

  Picture: Kansas City What do you do after you’re locked out of a meeting because you’re late? Or just because you don’t belong there? You go sit in the next space available and rethink about your life, otherwise you can give in to your frustration, go back to your bed and apologize for leaving it frowzy.   You walk to the lift lobby and it’s showery outside – back to the dining area you serve a cup of tea to warm away your blue morning. In one of the most chaotic WhatsApp groups I am in, there is heated discussion concerning women and the damage they can do you. It’s a WhatsApp group with about three hundred members, with a lady being only one – Joyce. How Joyce keeps up with the men there should be studied on a later date. The information that Joyce has about men can be harmful- she participates in all the shenanigans that men talk about. In a group where there are high end professionals you’re sure that time for shenanigans is well distinct from time for serious talks. ...

There were thin and bleak sounds, noises that were either real or imaginary. A sound of a wild bird in distress from a far, an owl maybe or a cardinal, accompanied by what sounded like uneasy movement and groaning noises from within. Those unnerving noises that make you believe hell is real and the damned has flung the gates open. He was in the police cell, the cell had huge shelves and guys were sleeping on the floor like they always do. You might have met this somewhere; you might have heard of it from the walls of your sitting room or the streets. It is a tale of this guy Boniface Kimanyano Ayoti, an epic face of crime, larger than life. A guy whose weakness was crime. Anything criminal triggered something in him. Something that not only made him content but also put him in a zone where nothing else could. Even though it can’t tell it all, Bonnie’s face is a tale of crime. Before you hear a word from him you know he’s not been an average human being. He has a swelling just above...

Nancy looks bright and sharp in her short hair. Blue eye shadows and a blue flowery top says something about her. Nancy looks gorgeous, but that wasn't just enough to save her from the wrath of 'Pontius Pilate'. She was crucified early before the cock crowed. Just lucky not to have died and gotten buried.  Nancy came innocent and peaceful, like a white dove with a flower on its beak. she was seeking opinions from those in their 'advanced age' say 30s about how it would be to move to other countries abroad to start a new life for someone in 30s or 40s. She asked the above mentioned, how their life turned out after choosing to move and maybe settling on a different career path.  Still you see no problem, do you ? You see no reason for crucifixion huh?  Okay ! "Is physiotherapy a potential and giving career, more so in the Scandinavian countries?"  She asked There was silence... The term Scandinavia was something I was only seeing blur at the back of my head....