From Sparks to Stories

I would have started this story with 'ushawahi kaa chini ukafikiria vile... ' but not today guys. So, do you ever sit down and think, you literally don't know what you are thinking about but you have these thoughts...scattered here and there. Well, like I had said earlier, one thing about me, I think a lot. But hey, don't mistaken me for an over-thinker, I know when to stop thinking, not every time though. I guess most of the times I have the most odd thoughts, like, why is grass green and not red or why do humans walk when every other animal 'crawls'...crazy, right? But lately, I have more sensible thoughts, like, after school, what next? So, today I am seated in this lecture hall, wondering I am tired, on a Monday morning. There is a thing about Mondays mornings, if not yours, then I spend my Monday mornings wishing for Friday. I think, being in my final year in my last semester has a role to play in this exhaustion. Honestly, I feel like I am riding on an em...

  Image by Freepik Trust me, when Biko says, ‘it gets better’, I want to so much believe that it does. But yet again, I have seen doomed men, I have seen men who find themselves in a lot of ‘dirt’, men who are born in shackles and have to struggle so hard to find their way out. Men who, by all means, embrace all that it takes to pull themselves out of the mud but are stuck on slippery paths and uncountable setbacks. Men who are born with the verdict already drawn on them, who are paying for crimes they did not commit. Or yet again, don't even know what crimes they are actually paying for. Men whose only crime was trying to be better at being a man.  Men who are stuck in an unyielding pit of darkness, men made of strong broken hearts. Is this what Lucky Dube meant when he sang his famous song… Born to suffer? Because how can so many bad things happen to one person? But guys, what happened to ‘Nothing beats a man with effort?’ Well, the other day a friend narrates how this movie...

Come to think of it, we have so little control over our lives. We can’t control who likes us and who doesn’t, we can’t control who will hire us and who won’t, we can’t control who we get to love and who loves us back…we don’t even have the slightest control over life and death. What I have come to learn is that we have so little control about how our lives and situations turn out…probably a whole 95%. But what we really have control over is how we choose to respond to situations that occur in our spaces. To be honest, I love control, I bet most if not all us do. Control means order and yes, I love independence, to shape the different aspects within my life and be the sculptor, crafting myself to the person I want to be. But with all the effort there is always something that turns out to be contrary of what you expected or rather wished for. with all that was said, it trickles down to one question, ‘how do you react when you find yourself in situations where things are so out of your co...

Hello there, it's me again. This time lets talk about something that most, if not all of us, can relate to. But before we even get there, can we agree that, if anything, relationships, probably marriages or anything tied to this thing called love could be or actually is one of the most complicated kind of things any person has to maneuver through. A thing that makes you move from thinking with your head to thinking with your heart...stupid, right? But if you think relationships are hard, then campus relationships are way messy. You can trust me on this, I have been there, you probably been too... or you could ask Mathu, because what hasn't he seen.. haha! But truth about breakups, some can be messy, others will leave you broken for years while others can be way more refreshing. One break up you might never heal from though, is the one that come with a touch of 'it's not you, it's me'. Well, I remember at some point someone really had to tell me that I am such a ...

Image by Freepik. Well, you know the buzz that comes with getting to campus. The new friends we make, the cliques we form, some of which end up lasting a lifetime...friends become family they say.   This was us. Mathu, Nelson and I, right from the first day on campus we had 'cliqued'. We did have our own share of disappointment, quarrels and fall outs but all in all we have maneuvered. The power of solid bonds you know. But in campus you make your own world, and what is in a campus dude’s world if not fame and girls, yes girls.   For Nelson, he was the most chilled in the group yet he had the largest share of ladies. I really don’t know what there is that girls see in chilled men. I am a chilled man yet…okay, okay. I’m not that chilled though, don’t give me that look. But I also had my own share of ladies too you know, a little world but do I say? I am a contented man. So, to me little was enough. Then there was Mathu, the funniest in our group, but with zero lady power, t...

 Well, even before we delve deeper into this conversation, let me hype you guys ...because wueeh... adulting can be tough. So, if no one ever told you, then let me, you gat this! Growing up, we kind of seemed to have a picture  though vaguely, but we seemed to have a ka-radar of what we want our lives to turn out. Literally, I want to go back to the times I used to say,"when I grow up, I want to blablabla"  But has it ever occurred to you that what if stuff didn't turn out the way you thought they would. Well. Let's face it, there are things you saw yourself into growing up but they are so far-fetched by now. You probably thought of having a great career by 25, but you are 29 and still doesn't have any substantial thing going on in your career life. You probably thought of having a good marriage by a certain age but it is not the case right now and so on.  Getting to deal with that could turn out to be one of the hardest thing in life. The fact that you get to acc...

  Hey, so you said you don’t believe in God? Well, I actually do, I’ll tell you why. Growing up I was used to the fact that Sundays were for church. It was a thing in our home. I would actually plan my cloth the night before, brush my dad's shoes after mine were neatly done.   The next day I would wake up with only one thing in mind...church. You'd know my father was up because of the music that played in the living room, sweet kind of gospel that chiseled the mood for the day my mother, sweetly humming to the melodies as she prepared a deserving breakfast... It was Sunday and to us Sunday was a tradition. Well, something must have changed along the way because as we grow up, it’s no longer astonishing when you heard a fifteen-year-old kid claiming there is no God. Most would say it’s the world evolving and the times have changed but I believe this is all as a result of the wide exposure we have had to the atheistic world and we will end up buying an idea that has been pushe...