Lifes' files

'I want to sire kids with you,' she said without a sign of consternation written over her face.  I was shook from the inside. Shook that a damsel did want to sire with me. She was kidding, right? Except that she wasn't. From the look of things, she meant every ounce of her speech. She was ready to marry, that is to say, implicitly.  The tension in my veins hit  terra firma . I looked at her frame again as if I had seen her for the first time. She was full of life, and desires, and meat. Her five foot frame, with a ball of steak behind her made my situation impervious. There was no denying her appeal and she knew it.  'I am game.'  I said without a flinch. 'Let's do this,  amor .' That was in 2016. I was yet to get my act together. I was broke yet people thought I was eking a living and going for the kill. Few people know the feeling in your heart, and mind when people think you have money and you don't. So I was spending nights worrying about...

  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...

A nippy evening at the Tribeka . It cuts a place forlorn for me [because my first laptop was stolen here] a few years away. I am constantly sipping the intoxication of the old because I am letting off steam. Drinks and more drinks. I wanna drink the night away. Probably wish my sorrows away. I’d drown my sorrows tonight ‘cause YOLO. But I am dead from the inside. A majestic frame from the outside but a small flicker of hope survives in my arteries. Hopeless much . I am a bowl of unrealized dreams like those of a flower plumed and withered all within a turn of a clock. Alone, desolate and a couple hundred thoughts flashing past my mind I sit. Razing thoughts wrestle one another on my mind.   It’s been like thirty minutes into the hour and emptiness is threatening to weigh me down. A night of fun after a lazy Sunday siesta is the precursor of it all. All of it.   The sequel – a girl gowned in riveting delight. In a couple of days, she will be turning two.   And I...

On a quintessential Wednesday in April of 1968, Dr. King delivered one of the most pompous speeches to have ever been written in the history of oration. As marquee as it may seem, it was not just any rhetoric. It was about the advent of time.        Even Cher sang:- If I could turn back time If I could find a way I'd take back those words that hurt you And you'd stay I don't know why I did the things I did In Dr. King's exhortation, I have found inspiration to pen another one. Another one of my boy musings. So I was conversing with my guy (let's call him Joe) the other day. Although the junk of such a conversation was about football, he told me something that I figured could headline a tabloid like  Life's Files. So he opens up... If I could turn back time, I'd go to the year 2005. Miniature feelings from childhood have overwhelmed my mind, my heart and my torso.  I am barely fourteen years of age and ther...

Welcome to the land of the bananas. Banana trees are the signage that welcomes you to the heart of South Nyanza. A few months away, I landed in Kisii town - a crowded town to the South of Nyanza. It was deep into the night, an eerie night, when I arrived. On a cold still night, Kisii can seem a forlorn place.  And there I was, with a bag in tow, ready to take the town by storm. I had traveled a couple hundred kilometers from Nairobi to get started once again. Bored with the chagrin of a dirty metropolis and its inept officers, I had no love lost for a city I had lived for the better part of the decade. So I set sail, and waded to Kisii where I was keen to eke a fortune for myself and for the glory of the Lord. Growing up in the rift, there were lots of inoculating stories I heard about Kisii. Mostly, they were terrifying tales that scared my childhood away. And so, as I set foot in Kisii town, in spite of the morbid fear I harbored about the place growing up, I ...

“…….may lead to forfeiture of damages.” I enter the space key. I see my phone ringing. No haste, no haze to pick it up. I look around, still, as though some burden is piling lots of weight on me.   My thoughts wander afar and wide. I peer into the dark, unperturbed, and relentlessly quashing a languor of love thoughts. A dozen thoughts flash past my arcane mind. I start to think what possibly could be an impetus behind the ardous call? An emergency? Oh, no. The hour is ungodly and the cold could nip at your nose – stepping out is not a good call. Danger often lurks in the dark. But Tess, a damsel I have known for the past few weeks can’t call just for the sake of it.   I am yet to unravel this impetiginous motivation. I am yet to finish hyping my keyboard. I need i t for my sustenance. Before, I key in a few more words, my phone lights again.   I slide it open as imperceptibly as possible. And with such emphatic fashion. My adrenalin is on the loose,...