From Sparks to Stories

              He  kept seeing this girl in class. Some days she would be in an elegant colourful dress, the other days she would wear these big beautiful sun glasses that would make you want to stare at her. Through them he could see her lustrous eyes that shined bright no matter where she looked. And each time she looks at him, he felt like destiny was calling out to him. But he had this  ka -feeling about her, that she had an attitude, and to a certain degree she did. Well, that was not a deal breaker for him, or for any man in that case, he thought. He actually believes men want a little attitude when dealing with women. That ability to relate and vibe with her 'attitude' coming out every once in a while is beauty itself.       It is a Monday, after his first class he spots her, she is some pants that beautifully flare out from the knees, I heard they call them palazzo pants. He is looking at her and he can't ...

 Must have a TSC number, or TSC registered is the most consistent yet annoying thing I have heard this week. Well, like I told Charles the other day, it is humbling. yes ...finishing school can humble you mate.  And just like that seems like we can't get to teach till we graduate ...God knows when but we got to try other options, right? So the other day I saw an advert of this bank hiring interns and I walked right into it, with that ka-glimmer of hope. The other thing that really raised my hopes even higher is seeing a youthful man ... probably in his early thirties seated in a big black fancy -swinging chair all bossy and I thought to myself...this place must really be welcoming young intellectual men...just like me because man, have you met me.  I walked right into the office serving 'yes sir',  'thank you sir' and all manner of sirs at least to get my chances of being hired a little higher. As I drop my letter, ready to throw a final 'thank you sir'  and...

 If riding in a matatu doesn't make you want you to improve your life, then nothing will...because matatu is one of the humbling yet excruciating experience you have to live with, at least till you buy your own car.  I look at my phone, it is 8:46 am, I feel like an early bird because then, at least I will get a matatu, travelling from Eldoret to Kisii, finishing school things you know. Reaching the booking office, I find a huge line, all of them struggling to fill up the countable number of matatus available. If you know me, then you know I have never been the rowdy, loud person. In trying to keep my gentlemanship intact I step aside and let them. You see, being mixed in this fiasco with an elderly 40 something-year-old Kisii woman is something you don't wanna find yourself in. It is like they throw their dignity out of the window.  Finally I get mine, at around 10:26am, a good seat too...number one seat for those who use the matatu. This seat makes you feel like you w...