Sunday, 23 September 2018

The glaring plight of enrolling in a “University of choice”

Joining campus is momentous for any student. It comes with an array of excitement, a bundle of 'freedom' and a great deal of relief, particularly after the pressure to excel in academics and other co-curricular activities that characterise the final year of studies in secondary school.

With the raging emotions that extend a few months into the student's stay in college hides the boredom that soon sets in.  As such, ‘freshers’ often indulge in social ills such as drug abuse, alcoholism and even irresponsible sex - that they drag along into their entire college life.

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Monday, 19 February 2018


CREDITS: google photos

Never ask me about
Never tell me about it
I don’t want to know
I am not interested
It’s definitely beyond my comprehension

Never be nice to me

Never stare into my eyes
Never give me a smile
Never beckon me
Never would I want to know

Still working on my confidence
Recollecting from the great shock
Though believing and trusting
I shall never repeat that mistake

When I will have learnt about love
When I will have known what it is
I shall return all these stare,
Into your eyes
I shall smile back
I shall tell you how much I care
Through my actions, you shall know that;
I cherish you, embrace you and
Forever shall remain to love you

That day,
That hour, that minute
That second, that moment

When I will have known what love entails,
The whole world shall know,
That I have learnt to love.

For now
Just give me time
Don’t stare into my eyes
Neither should you smile at me

That time when I begin loving
I shall never cease loving
I shall never look back   

Sunday, 11 February 2018


Emmanuel preparing to read the evening news 

Outwardly, a polished demeanour and ease of manner are the qualities you first notice when you meet Emmanuel Terer. Modulated orotund singsong tone pierces the ears when he speaks. Maisha yangu mtihani, kila kukicha walimwengu wanayasahihisha - that’s his brief definition of how his life has been since he was a toddler, reaching out for his dad's pants.

Emmanuel would gel well with the city ragamuffins except that his fate lie far from this folk. The finalist media studies student at Moi University braces our television screens at six o’clock with evening Swahili news at Kenya Television Services (KTS). ‘I have lived in the slums. I know whatever it takes to sleep on the cold floors .’

He has braved hostility in the slums, low self-esteem and neglect to emerge resilient. ‘I went through self-rehabilitation to come out of the slum.’ He tells.

End of slum party
Life in the slum is never a walk in the park. At times you go without food for a number of days, a situation that led him to develop ulcers. A condition he still lives with but has controlled it. And, the cold corridors of the streets, inhumane environment to stay – he tells, especially when the sun has set and the streets lose life. The rains as well, have a bizarre way of sucking life out of the town. 

One of the photos in Emmanuel's photo-album

Pitifully emaciated looks dominates most of the photographs he shows me as he recounts his stay in the slums in the outskirts of the city. He was caged in low self-esteem for twelve years then came his moment for the breakthrough. He earned a living from maneuvering his ways from alms and the bustle of the street activities until *Angel saw him as her perfect match.  ‘Were it not for this lady that fell in love with me, I wouldn't be goad into seeing my life beyond the dilapidated cocoon,’ emotional Emmanuel recalls his stay in the slums.

Angel’s extension of mercy and compassion shone light to my path. ‘She came into my life at my desperate point.’  She bumped on him along the streets of Eldoret, from where he hails. According to Emmanuel, Angel revived his senses. He then realized his uniqueness. ‘How would have this beauteous lady notice my presence from the so much of a multitude, worse, amongst the slum residents in Langas?’ He poses the question with pride

Unfortunately, their union hardly lasted. He purports this to their incongruent personalities. ‘Sometimes the bravest decision a person has to make is to walk away’ he brushes it off. It’s a story for another day as he puts it.

Dramatic twist
This was just another bite of the bitter pie of my life. Emmanuel explains, Heartbreak after another, life dribbling him in every way. ‘Without any other choice, my soul was just bouncing on the rough rocky and thorny biosphere,’ a strong, composed and well physique gentleman tells.

Upon realization of the high calling, Emmanuel sought to do little jobs that could sustain him. ‘I not only worked for my stomach, but also, to go back to school. I felt the intrigue to continue with my studies.’
As such, he worked as a Shamba boy at Annex. ‘My boss was always mistreating me. He at times fed me dogs’ meal,’ he says, he has forgiven him.

Raising cash wasn't easy, he did several odd jobs; from drawing to washing dishes; and at some point he was also a 'cosmetologist'; he dressed ladies' hair at a small fee. He still does.
'On September 21, 2013, I lost Isaiah, my brother, during the Westgate attack who had promised to loan me Ksh 300,000 to start up a salon.'

After some time, he got enough cash to enroll for a diploma at Kenya Institute of Mass Communication. ‘It didn't materialize though.’ I had to come back to Eldoret to recollect myself from the cold slap by Mother Nature.

He later joined Aviation College. As though not enough of his tribulations, the college was closed down on basis of a scandalous venture when he was almost through with the course

He still deemed it early for a man to give up.
Years later, he enrolled for a communication and public relations (CPR) course at the University Of Eldoret (UOE). Unluckily, this course wasn't being offered by the said University. 'I only realized that CPR is not offered by UOE after paying a fee of ksh 45000 to the institution. The institution refunded the cash a year later.

'My God has been so faithful to me,' appreciative Emmanuel admits, ‘He's sailed me through in this life.’ He secured an employment at Imani Radio where he worked for three months before volunteering at KTS. 1½ years later, he was absorbed by the media house on a contract basis.
‘I have since then enrolled for a media course at Moi University.’
Emmanuel hosting a radio show at Imani radio

Enthusiastic Emmanuel believes that his breakthrough is around the corner.

He has visited Kericho Boys, specifically, among three hundred and seventeen other schools, sole purpose - changing the world’s perception. He has taken it as his own initiative to inspire young people. ‘I embraced this noble task to change the worlds perception.’ Just like in Lucky Dube’s words, teach the world,’ he says.
Emmanuel adressing Kericho Boys during his visit

That one thing that Emmanuel bets never to forget is to always pray for his ‘brothers and sisters’ whom fate have placed in the slums. ‘I have learnt to be patient with myself and to pray to the Providence about my brothers who have found a home in the shantys.’ The power of prayer is immense, as he puts it.

Sunday, 21 January 2018

SAMANTHA – the sex doll

Samantha! Samantha! Samantha!

I hear you are playful and charming. You get sexually excited as you’re touched. Furthermore, you interact with boy child in the most seamless way and get accustomed to him, until you climax together.

And, women are mad at this and, I understand their frustration. Well, this is despicable and hypocritical. What’s wrong with ladies using dildos and sex toys yet get mad at this?

Huh, this is a win –win scenario. I’m pretty sure; the girl child didn’t see their fate hang on such a cliff, this soon.

But, that aside, it is wrong. Our generation may perish soon and my soul is bleeding.
Sex is such an honorary act to be devalued. It’s ordained by God for the married. That is a man and a woman – human beings. It’s a psychological affair. If it is not a human-human thing then it is mere illusion and delusion.

Apart from the sexual pleasure, what else does a man benefit from this robotbae? Can you relate your intimate moments together?  Verily, men its high time we knew our worth.

Whatsoever the technological advancement, humans cannot be replaced. And that sex is very sacred. The bond it creates between two individuals is of significance.

My take: all this is scrap- robotbae,dildos and sex toys. And, the current generation is wandering from the moral rectitude. For this reason, my generation is lost. Satanic influence, perhaps, has made us blind. We’re swiftly deviating from the reality. Anyone who uses sex-toys, dildos and the so called Samantha is losing humanity.  

Saturday, 20 January 2018


The sun is set, and the night’s arrived. It’s dark, so dark in deed that I miss the sunshine but it is well mommy that you are in deep slumber.

A moment of silence! Definitely, this isn’t adequate time to flashback on your deeds neither is it an accurate timing for the respect you deserve.

Just in a moment you departed, without notice, but why?  Wasn’t there another avenue? Well, you are long gone forever never to come back.  Your memories are a live to-date. Sure, life does not come with a manual but with a mom.

Sweet mother, you spiced up our life. For sure, the pleasure of having a mum is second to none.

At least I know what it takes to lose a mum. This might never be essence to you but wait until someone you dearly love dies; you’ll understand how it feels to miss a mum.
The roles you undertook are halted. Your compassion, love and care are what I miss. Mum your seat is empty. Wake up please; I need to see you once more.

A daughter from one of the celebrated sides of the lake shores, a compassionate sister and a sister in law, you were a mom cum dad second to none, and once more I choose to celebrate you. You are my heroine.

I wish you were alive to date; to see your call ringing on my phone, to decorate your name with sweet memes: dad’s girlfriend, dad’s favourite, Nya-Judy, dad’s better half and all those sweet names.

You should have left dad to take care of us. But mum, I know you forgot. I am pretty certain that it ain’t whatever you wished for us. Well, we’ll live to understand that it’s the Providence plan for your children to be orphans.

 It’s a scar.

Anyway mum, do enjoy your sleep.
Until we meet again, Adios!

Thursday, 30 November 2017


"Am I speaking to Daniel?"
These were the words when I received the phone call.
It was about 1000 hrs of the day.

Our turf was under siege; gun shots left right and center. The Boinnet Boys - the anti-riot police struggling to restore peace and order. Scared Kenyans screaming to the top of their voices; the whole estate in total turmoil. They seemed not ready for whatever was happening; I included. His Enigma-ness was to hold a requiem service at this place for the departed 'heroes' during his homecoming

This phone call however seemed important. I didn't expect any call from anyone at that moment.
And, I was literally struggling to hear everything from the caller. That notwithstanding, I didn't want to tell the caller to hang up. I don't know if he realized how frequent I said 'pardon'. Huh! Ishara thabiti 

My only prayer was, let him not get upset.
I didn't really get the directives. After about a minute, he asked if I could come to their office the next day.

Who was I to decline?

'The place is...' I couldn't really get the words clearly.
And, it seems like he also realized. Before I could ask him to retake the words, he quickly said, I'll send you a text with information about the direction.

 Alas! I sighed.
Deep inside my ears, this was a relief because all this time, I had been finding it hard to sum up the words. Not because he wasn't audible but the electrifying sensation was at its peak.

Fast forward: its Wednesday daybreak. I hurriedly find my way to the CBD.
My conscience kept telling me, that I would get lost. And, I religiously bought this school of thought. It was going to be my first time to ply the Ngong' Road route.

I prepared myself in advance for any eventualities. I even drafted an apology message. I knew I wouldn't make it to their office on time.
The reality of turning up late for an interview was hardly hitting my mind.
Five minutes later, a fellow passenger on the backseat shouted, 'shukisha hapo Kimbo'
Thanks to this madam, I knew where to alight.

Again, I revisited the text message.
So far, everything was checked and very okay. I felt the confidence rebuilding.

Time check: 0947h.
I'm in the building. I quickly take my phone from the pocket and call him.
This time, I wanted to know their office door.

'Come to B6 - eStudio Camouflage. It’s in the second floor of the building' he hangs up.

I'm more than an hour earlier for the interview.

I pressed the door bell and the door was opened.
'Hello, I'm Davy'
'I'm Daniel'

I quickly judged that he's been the man who invited me for a chat over my delivery and performance skills to this firm.

He then leads me to one of rooms. There, I meet another guy all this time he has been busy with the computer.From my knowledge of graphics soft-wares, I knew he was designing a brochure in In Design - Adobe creative cloud software.He quickly turns to us and says, welcome, this is the office. Have a seat.

'Daniel, so the other day you left us a note, says Davy, you are passionate about telling stories... Tell us about this.

And just like that, the interview begins.
The whole session; questioning and answering took about fifteen minutes. This was fast.

Hapo kwa do you have any questions for us got me off-guard. As well, I didn't know whether it was necessary to tell them that I carried my certificates. I instead decided to keep that a secret between my backpack and myself.

Did they even realize that I aided them with a pen? And, I even got out my notebook – as expected of a journalist, at some point just to jot down their email address? This was intentional.
I believe that I expressed myself well enough to secure that slot.

Saturday, 4 November 2017


“Usijisumbue kubeba tabia ukienda mjini, peleka tu mwili, tabia utazipata uko,” you’ll often hear such phrases from the village marketplaces in the countryside. They mainly advance in form of advisory pieces from the born-tao. Sooner than you’ll know its meaning, you’ll no longer be innocent but a casualty of naivety. These words always remind me of my premiere days in the university

I got to this university in the bush. I’ve just been admitted for my undergraduate studies…Moi … Woi University. As a fresher, I only had one friend. She’s in University of Eldoret. I reported to the institution on Monday, she recalls. Hardly a week later, I’m invited for a party by this crony, ka-form kalitoklezea. Venue- club 411. Who was I to turn down such a wonderful offer? This was a mega chance to do away with the boredom. For who doesn’t know the stress, frenzy and loneliness attached to being in a foreign land for the first time?

Long thread… it’s the day I lost my shoe.

There was traffic jam that night, total turmoil in Eldoret town. It had rained heavily. Eldoret is a small town but the traffic jam is pathetic, she laments. I was upset.

I had these beautiful flats. American Eagle, oh yeah. I alighted at the bus stage and called her. Then she came for me. The anger, denial and desperation of being rained on, was at its peak. You know what, I was shivering and grinning.

We found our way through the busy streets to the club. I was so cute and innocent that the security guards didn’t ask for my ID. That was so irresponsible of them, she remarks.

Now, there was a bubbling contest. My friend is the one with the big and firm butt. All I had were words. Then we ate and ordered for drinks…Black Ice for me. I was an alcohol virgin by then. Heh, we were rich. Then guys started streaming in. weh… I couldn’t hold my horse. They were so cute. Cuter than the boyfriend I had. By the way, I had a boyfriend but that night I was single. I was perambulating from inside though.

The night goes on and the lights disappear. Then this drunken guy comes demanding that we have to listen to him by default. Amid these, my boyfriend, now my ex, texts. I couldn’t put up with his big nose. The only cheap and available scapegoat was to lie, I told him that I was sick and in bed.
Anyway, bubbling begins. My friend goes and men were drooling. Homygoshness! The men’s eyes and attention were glued at how she swayed her sweet body marvelously. She had mastered the art of shaking the endorsed bumbum that the oscillatory moves appealed to the adrenaline.

On the other side, I was peeing every five minutes. I wasn’t enjoying anymore but I had to. Oh my God! Sodom and Gomorrah of our time had just descended. It was so grievous at this moment. The girls had gone wilder than I had ever witnessed. And the guys, bend-over was the slogan.

Aaagghh! What-are-these! I’m losing my innocence. I could hear my nostalgic conscience lamenting.

Fast forward: these guys from the town campus came with a lot of drinks. People continued drinking, at some point; I got tired of drinking and slept on this guy’s lap. She blushes.

He was so nice a guy and I loved his warmth. At times I wonder where he is. A real husband material I ought to have kept forever. But did I just lose a gem? Naaah! In fact he was poor in speech. He asked for my phone number and I was like, not now, just a little patience.

All of a sudden, the winner is being crowned. It was about four in the morning, this is when I woke up. That guy had whispered a novel into my ears. Mmmhh… I was to dump ‘big nose’ the next day. Looking at my friend who had invited me, she had been sand-witched in the pool of play boys dropping and whining.

It’s time to leave; remember I found a new boyfriend, whom I genuinely love. He asks to see me later in the day and, I’m obliged to accept the request. So the girlfriend calls a taxi and we walk out. When I got outside, that’s when I realized I only had one shoe. Poor me, I could feel my soul warning my heart to respect my body.

I then called my mum to tell her that my shoe had been stolen. I sobbed dearly.

I’ve never clubbed again in Eldoret again. I went on to date the ‘big nose’ whom we broke up shortly after. He was crazy and that we were not meant to be.

Now, to my club boyfriend… heh... I ignored him one day, we met in town but I hid myself. He’d become cuter than the other time and probably dating a slayqueen right now whilst on this edge, I’m struggling with dry spell.

I used to be fan. These days, nay and to-date I still don’t know the whereabouts of that shoe.

The glaring plight of enrolling in a “University of choice”

Joining campus is momentous for any student. It comes with an array of excitement, a bundle of 'freedom' and a great deal of r...