Lifes' files

  Dear me,           Life and the going about of it can sometimes be confusing. Just when you feel like you are winning, there is always that retarded element or spirit that keeps pulling you back. It is interesting to note that even those that confess of a faith have similar struggles. We are growing (old) fast and with each ticking of the clock, new realizations come our way. Do you ever feel insufficient, unappreciated, despised, scorned or even just plain ugly? You are not alone. Such are the realities of life. One day you are up there rolling on the niceties of life and another day you are down in a deep dungeon of solitude. You often wonder whether it’s you that makes wrong decisions about life or you are just a victim of fate. Good thing is that you haven’t lost hope yet. The reality, however, is that life (as it is) sucks you dry.  You happen to be indifferent to virtually every aspect of life and humanity. You have thos...

He passed away on the wee hours of July, the 3rd. Shortly before 4 am or 5 am, or maybe before 9.54 am when I called and he wasn't answering. No one knows the exact time his strength left him or the time his spirit flashed away. He was in high spirits shortly before he retired to bed after watching a game of football. No one knew that was the last time they'd see him alive and unwell. And chained to a wheeler. And groaning in pain.    He had been taken to MTRH the day before his passing for a CT scan, and a MIR scan and a host of other tests that would unravel the malady that had tormented him for years. He was keen to beat it, wrestle it and cast into damnation a condition that had confined him to a wheelchair.    He was in high spirits on their way back after a day with specialists at the Eldoret Hospital. He had been inoculated with tranquilizers and anesthesia. Mostly the extracts from his frame, and torso was rudimentary. His bones had lost their mojo a...