Lifes' files

“I know you, but we've never met. I'm with you and I don't know your name. I know I'm dreaming, but it feels like more than that. It feels like a memory. How can that be?” - Jack Harper (Tom Cruise), "Oblivion"  Away from the political frolics of this country, and sometimes the harsh banalities of life, imma set up a palpable rhythm and tonation of this article. An incendiary topic just hit my mind and so I must hurry to put the hush away and capture it on paper. Today I am in the mood to tie the knot. Of course with my imaginations.   I’m deliberately reconciling the buffets of yesterdays and seamlessly craft something worthwhile. If you are the one, you definitely will connect with me. Dear future wifey Wifey . That’s the warmest abode I’ll consign you to once we walk the aisle. You probably are seated somewhere, wondering what I’m up to this time round. Maybe, you might have heard about me from your familiar quarters. Or, I’m just a concept...

“Life is filled with unanswered questions, but it is the courage to seek those answers that continues to give meaning to life. You can spend your life wallowing in despair, wondering why you were the one who was led to the way strewn with pain, or you can be grateful that you are strong enough to survive it.” -J.D Stroube, ‘Caged by Damnation’ ***** Thomas Edison, the guy who invented the light bulb, was the most resilient soul I have ever read about in the entirety of my life. His patience outwits Abraham Lincoln’s ascension to the helm of American administration and consequently went ahead to become the most revered of American statesmen. Resilience aside, failure conjured his lab in tufts he would wish away as he assembled his filaments. What an unwavering flicker of hope and determination he carried with him every time his bulbs failed to illuminate. He just wouldn’t exasperate.  Waxing up my thoughts after a lousy weekend, I found myself on a high plane of mot...

June 28.A quintessential Sunday morning, I am up. Probably everyone around my neighborhood is awake.I decide- imma go to church. Vent my frustrations to the Good Lord. Thank Him for the cusps of air in my lungs. Each day, when I wake up alive and kicking, albeit reluctantly, I am so thankful. My life has been treacherous journey. ‘The goin’ ain’t been crystal clear’. So many turmoils have buffeted my life, a close to two and half decades that I have traversed the voyage of life. Anyway, even the best sailors must have weathered tempestuous storms for them to be crowned with a diadem of flowers. My mama told me of   the sheer twists and turns that my infancy and my childhood took. I was dumbfounded. I owe it to God for the twenty four years I have sweltered around this daunting world. Family too is an important ingredient in my own mix. Without their unwavering support and their relentless encouragement, honestly I think I would have ended some place else. Think of the time...

On June 1, 1963, Jomo led Kenyans in celebrating the annexation of the nation from the jaws of colonialism. It was such a joyous occasion, I am informed. In the countryside particularly, the peasants were in such a pompous mood. Nevertheless, I am happy to have been born years after colonial subjugation had long been put to a close and a government of the people in line with the latest democratic fashion in town was operational. Honestly, other than personal freedoms, every other government that has taken over the reins of power has taken us for some tomfoolery. Sadly, there’s nothing much to celebrate five score years after attaining self- governance from British imperialists. However, I would be such an   ingrate if I fail to pragmatically appreciate the efforts that our freedom fighters partook on our behalf. Precisely, that is the reason I will juggle my memory this month ever time I watch the late night news. I will thank God for ferocious Kimathi and the relentless Ke...