Lifes' files

A n excerpt from the Lion king reads; “It’s the circle of life, and it moves us all, through hope and despair, through faith and love, ‘till we find our place, on the path.”    Slowly, these words begin to sink into my temples. Tortured, tormented and pestered by a frightening prognosis was the last she felt on her frame. And now, she lies still, eyes shut forever, mute and numb she reclines. It was just the other day she’d call me. Perhaps to let me know, at best she cared for me. It’s farfetched to do just that now. Sad, distraught and empty I feel. Meted with an avalanche of piety with tears down my cheeks, I question-Why? A year ago, we’d sit by her place and she’d speak her mind out.in her, I saw her dreams come to fruition. Pegged to her ambitions was that strong desire and impulsion to do big in life. Perchance, this is what catapulted her walks and willed her. Yet she’s no more. She had a heart of gold and tenacity of a lion. Moreover,...

Remember the good old days when Uncle Dan was at the helm?Good,at best, they were.Good here was relative cause they are hordes outta there who dread at the thought of that man. Its' been a whooping twelve years since we saw the last of Uncle Dan at the apex.So far,we've got troubles and tribulations pouring from all corners.Terrorism is of no exception.Daily,I've become used to seeing boards being converted into splinters in a rubble.As if its not enough,the assailants are walking their asses free,casting into mockery a country's security apparatus. Jubilee administration is having its more than enough share of problems.And the have escalated a notch higher,making the citizenry panic.The recent happenings within the  jubilee mantle is making waves,and the two principals should be bracing themselves for yet another tumultuous ride.The Mount Kenya mafia,I'd fondly call the sick man of yester years came calling again.As curtains closed for yet another casualty of r...

Sited and hunched up in some courtroom miles away is deputy president William Ruto. Draped in consternation is his co-accused, Mr. San'g Seems each one is wondering: when will this come to an end? Here, in these local circles, the ICC issue is so grave that entirely almost all conversations I happen to hear is all about The Hague. All this while I thought the ICC news about our tellies had long lost their grandeur.It was not to be. Just last Saturday, the AU stole the show with their unanimous declaration that the ICC would be only light years away from reality should it proceed to have the president on the dock. Mariam, the Ethiopian PM rounded his cohorts and together they hailed their subterranean voices for the world to hear. Witnesses are still going honey-and this has definitely elicited a grimace of disgust among the two. Time is conniving, lame and bent. Without further ado, it slowly wears off. Like a flag, the ICC is swathing Kenyan societies with inexplicable l...

Thursday morning-and the news bulletin is on.I cock my ears disdainfully to listen to another ridiculous version of what has become of our political punditry. The news anchor rummages about the news he's got to read. He begins..."41 people people have been reported dead in a grisly road accident that involved a bus that veered off the road and reeled into a terrain steep"..I hold my breath  The malady that is grisly road accidents came calling again. Thursday at dawn, inside a ‘city to city’ as was the name of the ill-fated killer bus, found most passengers in the middle of their long siestas. Little did they know it would be their last time they’d sleep, wake up in the morning and go about their daily chores. The rogue driver had the bus veered off the road into an alley in the jungle of voluptuous and vast savannah, killing 41 people and left a horde others for the dead. You should have seen how explicitly the terrain converted the bus into a miniature machin...

 9 A.m. A cold July weather only serves to exacerbate my agonies.This day,amid an hubbub of jubilation,I and a few others sink in indignation.It's still wee to have such daytime lethargy but I guess I'll just have to decipher upon events of recent weeks that have kept buffeting my life. Monday was levitation for me.So was Wednesday,Thursday and Friday.It wasn't physical.Rather, it was something doing rounds in my mind at the thought of assessment tests were underway.And I did levitate till the 'get together' as my dons  call it.Like a peremptory finger,they were,harassing and haranguing me about.The more I tried to answer those questions the more impervious  seemed my efforts.My lack of preparedness and hence a short in subversive ideas was the cause of it all-I knew. My classmates jotted and turned papers over .On the contrary,I whiled time away thinking what could possibly become of me.The little knowledge I had borrowed the previous night from books quickly d...

Story of love gone sour. Yes-you heard it right. Such a sad way to highlight a week that was. It all started like a joke when they first set their eyes on each other. And it soon materialized into an evergreen canopy of affection. Then candies, roses and outings followed-all spicing up what would be a breathtaking love affair. Then engagement pegged all their dreams and ambitions together. In the hood, they became symbol s of admiration. However, that was not going to last any longer. Relationships often get marred with challenges. Perchance shit does embroils itself in well to do relationships and ruins the party .As big as they come, people crave for solutions. Confession s of a vengeful woman on the TV the other day was more than shock itself. Well, the woman hired a hit man to do away with her ‘necessary evil’ of a man that was her hubby-and that she would rather see him dead. Not that she is the lone irate woman on the loose. They are many others who have such hatred towa...

The 10th parliament left a legacy for generations to mill at. And if one gets it right is, presumably, for all the wrong reasons. What with the hefty sendoff packs for themselves they awarded? They hoped to lure other top dignitaries into their baits so that they'd have their part of the bargain perked out of treasury, or hitherto, corroborate to their whims. Perhaps to them it was justifiable. In any case, prior to that unanimous assenting of that bill, most of them of the legislators had requisite knowledge that they had lost ground and that the possibility of them pulling their temples back to the auspicious August house reduced to a zero. Finally, they had put their odds on  Baba  Jimmy to do his part of the bargain-to sign the bogus bill into law. Baba  Jimmy did have the last laugh. He was bright enough to shrug off anything that would appear detrimental to the legacy he'd leave behind after March. In a quick rejoinder, he had his own gratuity appende...