My campus chronicles

​ It is mwy last semester in campus and some of my friends keep asking what it feels like. Frankly, it doesn’t feel like anything special or different. I am still as broke as I was the last semester or even more broke. Thing is, as school ends, reality starts punching your gut. You discover…

Of friends we made in Campus

​My days in campus is a subject that I have been avoiding writing about for the longest time now but writing about it is proving to be highly therapeutic. Let’s start from home. Campus life is simply unbearable without friends to brighten up your days. Joan She is my best friend, my ride or die,…

Early twenties.

Early twenties are not the most favorite of years for anyone. It is during this time you realize heartbreaks are never a big deal, you actually learn how to replace people so quickly (read as ‘in a few hours’) in your life. It is in these years that you learn to accept the fact that…

Dear crush,

I still recall the first day I saw you. It was in the library and you were in a red t-shirt. My life was fairly okay up until the day you decided to look up and look at me as I walked back to my desk. For a single moment I thought Christmas and my…

Of Kabura and her 52 M

​The phrase long live has been filling my mind this whole week. I have been chewing sacks of popcorn while watching this Kabura waiguru manenos from an angle. And isn’t it amazing how many different definitions we can give the phrase ‘the strength of a woman’ . It can mean carrying 52 million in bags…

Neighbor’s woofer

I try to bear with the music but I eventually give up .I intended to spend my Sunday indoors studying and sleeping. Note that the sleeping time is always more than the studying time which is actually split between studying and snacking. This is my calling incase you’ve been wondering what is. I decide to…

HE

He knows each soul Tinted or white, he knows the color of each He sees each tear that falls,  Reads the pain that coats every single one of it.  Shares fully in the woes and throes of each heart  Mends the brokenness in each, Piece by piece until like a jigsaw puzzle, it is all fitting….

The good old days

I miss the olden days when there was a clear line of distinction between the ever-smiling sufuria for making tea and the rather despised-cum- abused sufuria for cooking ugali. I mean,those were the days if auntie cooked the ugali using the wrong sufuria mama would know it even before she set foot in the kitchen….

Dear Reckless Driver!

Reckless driver. This is a cry of alarm to you. She was not in any hurry going to her workplace, yet now there lies her lifeless body.She is dead. You can picture what someone looks like after being ran over by a trailer.That is the mental picture I keep getting every time I have to…

Of Golgotha Love

To one that loved me unconditionally and generously, To one who saw beyond the far-reaching cracks in my character,   who saw me for what I would become if with His love He adorned me,  who saw my brokenness and moulded me into a vessel of honor, whose heart was bursting with love for me…

Rocky smoothness.

When we trully cease envisaging life through the cracked windows of our dreams, And discover just how big enough the world is to accommodate our dreams of magnanimous expanse, That is when we trully start living. When the stars start dimming within our eyes When we cease peering at life through our rose colored glasses,…