Mr Politician

Yo man… eer.. I mean Honourable member.
It’s been long sir. So long. 2012? Right?

I started with voter registration. I was so excited. It was my first election…

You urged.. you pleaded. You appeared. Promises.. Roads, power, railway, funds.. development..

In kindness of my heart, I woke up at 5 a.m.. I was going to vote change. So I left. 13 hours later, I returned home. This country, my motherland, my county, my ward was gonna develop. You said it after all. You supported Mr president..

He was gonna slay giants….
Corruption, Health sector, education… 

It has been 4 years.

Well done Mr Politician.
We have improved. Our position in corruption as a country has tremendously improved. We are competing for the most corrupt..

Look at our health sector sir. Aren’t you impressed?? Well, I am. Doctors haven’t touched their coats. Those that can’t afford private hospitals are dying..

But then sir, ain’t it a good thing? The more that die, the better for us as a country, right? We will have more resources..

Well, about education… The dons have abandoned the Regular programme. Did I tell you my mum is a farmer? She can barely afford regular programme. But didn’t your daughter fly to Cambridge? No? She is in Daystar??
Oh… you meant United States International University??
Wow… well, it’s good now my brother is out of the public University of Nairobi.. your daughter will shine.

Now though sir, it’s a bit okay with me if you want me to rise up early, register as a voter…
Come August, I will fight all those that aren’t of my tribe.. I will fight my fellow farmers whose sons and daughters are in the University of Nairobi.
I will fight those that are dying with me as we wait for the doctors to get paid and go back to work.

I have no intention of mentioning the campaign money that’s being spent. I swear on my grandmother’s grave not to ponder if voter registration is more important than health..

I will also bite my tongue if I dare to remind you the only thing that has improved in this country is the level of corruption.. well, two things.. and your sagging belly..

I will register as a voter sir. I promise I will rise early to vote you in. I promise to fight those not of my tribe.  Those that can keep your from maintaining your belly fat.. I promise sir.. I promise.

But can you please do something? That footbridge that your campaign vehicles broke, can you at least not pass there again??


I just wish

Life is no longer the same. Human beings are no longer sane..
They are driven by greed, lust and unquenchable thirst for power.
They hurt, they break.. they destroy anything good that’s within their reach..

They no longer talk face to face. They sit looking at their gadgets.. small talks are no longer made.
Physically present.. mentally absent.

It makes me sad.

Seems like days when sitting down with monopoly or scrabble or perhaps chess are gone…

If not, it looks like a forced game. They roll the monopoly die with one hand. The other clutches their smartphone..

Badminton court is not different… people step out of court… drop racquet.. towel on one hand.. phone on the other hand..

Who bewitched us??

Accidents happen.. we take photos..
Friends pass away, well, we mourn them by putting up their photos on social media..
What the heck is happening??

It has become appallingly obvious that our technology has exceeded our humanity.
Albert Einstein

I just wish we could take much more time with each other… just a little more time..

More laughter over board games… more time with each other..
More attention..
More reaching out in reality than in social media..
Better relationships than seen on photos..

I just wish we could do this…
I just wish..
And a girl can only wish.

It’s weird… the only emotion most people show without inhibition is anger..
I think it’s the strongest emotion..
Controlling is admirable.

Well, I have no intentions of being admirable.

It’s sad to see two people who love each other stay apart because of pride…

Well maybe pride comes before a fall  after all.

Valentine’s no Expectations

Anyone who loves in the expectation of being loved back in return is wasting their time.
Paulo Coelho

What a sadist… right?? Well, I could take his side l, but then I would be lying. It’s hard not to love me..

Anyway, let’s get done with the no expectations of me on this weird day that’s coming up.

1. Red Dress
Well, I totally agree with Mary Hogan.. she once said

‘Red is the color of life. It’s blood, passion, rage. It’s menstrual flow and after birth. Beginnings and violent end. Red maybe the color of love. Beating heart and hungry lips. Roses, Valentine’s and cherries. Red is the colour of shame. Crimson cheeks and spilled blood. Broken hearts, opened veins. A burning desire to return to white’

There we go…

2. A call or message

If we don’t talk or chat on other times, why Valentine’s? It’s just another weird day..

Instead of celebrating Valentine’s this year, I am celebrating Discount chocolate Tuesday.

3. A Date.

Too much hustle. No debate about it.

As it comes up anyway, I wish all those celebrating well in advance. Don’t say I didn’t warn you to stay safe women.
Don’t go out with him if that’s the only day he surprises you.
Take care of yourselves.




The irony of it

This is the underside of my world.

Of course you don’t want me to be stupid, bless you! you only want to make sure you’re intelligent. You don’t want me to commit suicide; you only want me to be gratefully aware of my dependency. You don’t want me to despise myself; you only want the flattering deference to you that you consider a spontaneous tribute to your natural qualities. You don’t want me to lose my soul; you only want what everybody wants, things to go your way; you want a devoted helpmeet, a self-sacrificing mother, a hot chick, a darling daughter, women to look at, women to laugh at, women to come for comfort, women to wash your floors and buy your groceries and cook your food and keep your children out of your hair, to work when you need the money and stay home when you don’t, women to be enemies when you want a good fight, women who are sexy when you want a good lay, women who don’t complain, women who don’t nag or push, women who don’t hate you really, women who know their job and above all—women who lose. On top of it all, you sincerely require me to be happy; you are naively puzzled that I should be wretched and so full of venom in this the best of all possible worlds. Whatever can be the matter with me? But the mode is more than a little outworn.

As my mother once said: the boys throw stones at the frogs in jest.

But the frogs die in earnest.

By Joanna Russ,
The Female Man

All the political angst and moral melodrama about getting ‘the rich’ to pay ‘their fair share’ is part of a big charade. This is not about economics, it is about politics.
Thomas Sowell



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Check out his blog.. you will love it. 
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Good morning from Nairobi


When you rise in the morning, give thanks for the light, for your life, for your strength. Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason to give thanks, the fault lies in yourself.

Good morning!!

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