It’s been almost forever since I told you of stories, events, happenings and shit in my life, head and interactions!!
Lots has happened, including growing up!! I have also been reading a lot of other people’s work and it’s amazing what is out there. From Bikozulu to Magunga to nyanchwani to crazy priest to Ndugu Abisai to Makagutu and Miss Vdiaries and the list goes on. You truly meet without meeting other worlds.
I promise that am back and will tell you everything that took, is taking and may take place from the perspective of a 30+ year old Kenyan.
Come let’s explore the good, the bad and the crazy of Africa together.
Safety belts off please!!
Being Monday and the start of the week, I find it appropriate to speak about the place of faith in my journey with illness and as well as conclude this story.
Faith is defined as complete trust in something or someone. Religiously, faith is deep conviction and trust in God with or without proof. Its trusting that someone has your back even when its the back thats receiving the biggest beating. People in trouble like debt, sickness, deaths, danger tend to exhibit more faith than the other guys enjoying some good sunshine. You need not look further than our tens of religious t.v stations especially when its miracle time! Unfortunately, when things get really bad, people become desperate and therein lies the danger of manipulation, cult worship and broken hopes. Continue reading “In the eye of the storm”
Its been 11 years since a Christmas tree lit up our home and they have been long. Its not that Christmas stopped showing up or that we changed religion, its because my brother died. See,we knew Jesus’ birthday was truly upon us when he would come from the shamba,sweaty and holding a huge cypress branch and a bucket of soil, my sister and i would run to fetch the Christmas lights and would sit to watch as he worked magic. Within no time, our small house would light up and cheer would spread like Ebola.
He loved nature and the outdoors and planted more trees in our farm than the rest of us combined.
Then on 8th Dec, his light and smile and generosity and kindness was snatched away like a phone on Jogoo road. Just like that, he was gone, forever. And with that our christmas tree (and spirit).
In a strange twist, a fruit tree grew right next to his grave, a passion fruit tree and it has given us fruits in its season without fail. He continues to give even beyond the grave.
So this christmas, i will walk to the tree, enjoy its shade and eat its fruit and mourn the death of a man and a season.
Today, one of our sheep, a young first time mother lost her two day old baby. The lamb was a bundle of restlessness and kept the mother on her legs as she attempted to keep up with the wild jumps and the erratic suckling of her newborn. You could hear the sheepy pride in her voice as she bleated when feeding her baby.
I was alerted to where the lifeless body lay by her unending bleating. She stood together with her mother, the lamb’s grandma and her two sisters as they stared at the carcass and the sadness on their faces was almost palpable. The Lamb’s uncle stood at a distance, probably mourning silently as most men do.
Continue reading “Our sheep are mourning and teaching too.”
In a few hours, Nasarites will treat us to what media friendly to them is calling ‘Grand Homecoming’. To the rest of us, this will, as usual, comical irony on wheels (and steroids). This is how:
Continue reading “Resistance Coming Home”
Yesterday, the gods of the morning chill were in a huddled in a meeting with their queues and lethargy counterparts. They struck a deal, the chill gods withhold freezing kijabe mortals while the queue guys open the floodgates and make the medics lazy.
Continue reading “#KijabeChronicles: Last mile”
Its been roughly forty eight hours since I published Swinging Both Ways- with a Ring. Surprisingly on this platform, the reaction has been lukewarm but my inbox has been flooded with mixed messages (and emotions). From those that are outrightly pissed by Kim for being a double faced and selfish pervert who is bound to subject mama Ty to untold pain and misery to those that see it as Kims cross to carry to his death- they say that hornbill’s pain is hornbill’s pain,
Continue reading “Swinging Both Ways (Final part)”