MEMORIES: GIVING BACK TO THE SOCIETY UNIQUELY

In the effort to counter joblessness, we came up with an idea. We were three. Victims of double intake,it was a super long holiday,nine months. Giving back to the society, in a small way though,we made it exciting. Motivation speaking to schools around our locality.

The thought began as a joke,followed by application for appointments. We prepared. We feared. We inspired ourselves. It took a fortnight to tour across the town and some parts of the bush. With coinless pockets, sometimes we had to walk. One of the days in particular, we bought sugarcane sticks and crisscrossed forest near the famous dusty Kibunja Road.

The real action was a great motivation in itself. The courage to give hope and strengthen the pupils and students was overwhelming. Most importantly, it inspired us to see that a lot of youngsters were banking on our words,taking us as pace setters. We could muse that the motivation we offered was helpful to us than the intended recipients. It made us realise how much potential we slept on, how much the little effort could impact and impart knowledge amongst the motivation thirsty students.
The financial returns we got were not as inspiring as the feeling that (a)soul(s) had been reignited,guided,shown the way and made believe in possibilities that even the informants were dreaming of.

Frustrations and jeers were not new. Some heads couldn't buy our idea. We all seemed too young to talk about 'successful stories'. The platform could be given to us on condition that we would be monitored by teachers just in case we deviated or 'drained content'.
Amazingly, we always over performed. We enjoyed the art of impressing humbly.

Our souls always got unique inner peace. Assured that our efforts were not in vain. We enjoyed services on our own terms. We were answerable to ourselves. We envied the vision, creating employment,impacting the society directly,positively.

Betty Omae, Charsely Mochoge, I will always remember your teamwork and commitment to our noble course. When are starting a company?

TALES FROM THE BUSH: ABSURDITY EDITION

Tales From The Bush:

Absurdity Edition

By Yours Truly.

Disclaimer: This is pure fiction. Any resemblance to real people is highly regretted.

It's in the driest season of the year. The lands are on contrary very wet. Pockets are inside out and the value of coins escalate. Basic knowledge of economics terms it scarcity and the principle of demand and supply works out perfectly. It's easy to understand what practical stuff work unlike the boring afternoon lectures on the same with a stomach full of Ugali Madodo.

James a shamba boy has been keen to save a large portion of his allowances. For the best part of the year,his "becoming a miser" approach to save is a headline. Tired of taking orders and overworked, his mind is clear ; save for three more months, soon you'll be a livestock owner. His hardwork is admired by many, his success is long awaited.

Mary and Jane. A duo crazy in quite a number of rejected ways. Who doesn't know how many abortions they've done and sponsored? How many boys and men are lured to tamper with the accepted moral code? To save for the best, James and his ilk are laughed at by the aforementioned. Stupid,gullible,miserable fellows who need enlightenment are the some of the terms they employ.

James is about to jump over. His mission is on the final lap. His dream is about to come true. Until the dynamic duo bumps into him. Treacherous. Money sniffers. Baffles James. And takes his entire savings account!

Issuing threats, James leaves the village. " Tell your daughters to bring my money,otherwise you'll look for me,I won't be reachable." The parents defend their daughters. They may be crooks but thieves...

One year on dot, James is remembered. Trying to find his whereabouts,to no avail. Medics can't identify the ailments of the two. Mary losses her sight. All she sees is fire. Jane can see but her stomach is on fire. Jane can't withstand any more she tells her mom goodbye,"I'd better leave than withstand the fireworks."

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After attending her funeral service, every one leaves in bowed heads,cursing evil that has befallen them. The blind girl is the one who admits what they did, desperately calling for help to restore her sight.

Campus Relationships: Brains, Money and Services

Excitement. Is the word that one dreams of on getting a scholar to date. Who hates a brilliant one for a wife or husband? Wait,so in the most moves,beginners dream of unending relationships. Lifetime! Unfortunately, it's not necessarily the case. A survey reveals a series of reasons cited for campus pairings.

James, a finalist in School of Business says that what he needed in any relationship was cost sharing.
" We have meagre allowances as students. Getting a patner doubles the share hence easy management." Confims James who also cites cuddling and spending the weekends together as other privileges. He laughs on any future banking on any relationship.

Jenison* a first year student pursuing Sociology is quick learner and embraces the system's mannerisms.

"Any guy who approaches me on matters relationship has a special attention on a given feature in me. The same principle is applied for my acceptance. He must satisfy my financial needs.It's that simple."

Shockingly, a good number of boys have an offer interest of financial boost in relationships.

" They rely on our efforts to secure them,listen to their unending whines, satiate their various desires to name but a few. All these requires motivation; money. "Says Jorge a second year student pursuing Statistics.

Winnie who studies psychology argues that for a relationship to exist,it must have a common interest for both parties. She says that humans been social beings,they need attention and company in their various activities. She affirms a common cliche, no man is an island.

In a rare unfolding, Yvonne says that she dates senior students within her course or extremely brilliant classmates whose input is simple, academics.

" I take no chances with my studies. One must be a course mate with the best knowledge I need. It's okay for us to be complementing information and learn from each other. No books, no relationship."

Yvonne's thoughts are echoed by four more students; three ladies and a gentleman.

Rarely,cases of marriage occur and happy ever after is heard. It requires special commitment and truthfulness.

Miriam* who studies Special Needs Education says that her boyfriend has been great and since they're finalising, marriage is inevitable.

" Faithful men are not easily found in this generation. I'm so lucky to have met him."

Among other people, the entire discussion on affairs to do with relationships. Having lost trust,made mothers and totally ignored by the irresponsible fathers.

Calen* warns first years to be cautious lest one fails on the traps of unplanned pregnancies that have far reaching consequences.

The conclusion of the interviews resonates with the title of the piece,relationships,are either based on money,needs or services offered. It's about what one gains. Love is hard to find.

GO....

Tracing The Roots: A Madness Anthology

#015

GO...

Add everything you need,
Pack all you admire,
I'm so into your departure,
It's the best for the entire goodness...

I became suspicious when she joined us,
The pretty daughter of ours,
My simple calculations had a large error,
But I had a million thoughts to concentrate on...

Rumours,
I dismissed,
Became numb,
Launched investigation,
And the results conspicuous,
You're one generous provider,
A special public plunge for all,
A married woman in my homily household.

Your tears are petty,
I'm so hurt to listen,
You're lucky to be leaving today unbeaten,
Get your mother to train you,
Find a better position to cheat,
Without my interference,
How many have you aborted?
It's unfair to have you as a wife,
Just go.

#Nomys_Madness

Tales From The Bush: Mounting Business

By Yours Truly

 DISCLAIMERS:

*This is pure fiction,any resemblance is coincidental and highly regretted.
* The piece may be long
*Language use may be offensive.


Christmas in the bush,where I was brought up means a lot. It's the season when the families meet. Families are the ultra-extended;meaning connections that are crazier than any web. Everyone is a family and family is about ties,respect and a lorry of gifts from townsfolk. Especially for those who have deep pockets.Anyway, the day's topic is elsewhere, stories or simply gossip and creative segments.

It's a tricky business to get updated. Mkono mtupu ulambwe na nani?
"Burning the gum" gucina jeshi kini is the shortest way to get information. Luckily,it takes a few bucks to order mandazi chai na fegi for everyone to tune on the play mode. Versions. Varieties.

This year's (2015) edition was dubbed, Mounting Business. Be naughty and thoughtful,no one went to any hill nor Mt. Kenya. Mounting Business had three faces.

It all began with milk taste change in Munithi's herd.He improved feeds,water,no change. He consulted both modern and traditional veterinarians  to no avail. On one moonlit cold night,the riddle got solved.A cow's pant was abnormal,heightened. Kimenge, the big kihii was busy,killing the eel as he warmed the cow!

Kaganu was the actor of part two. His apetite for chang'aa led to an inability to provide for his vast herd of kids. A wife battering expert,his wife took a break leaving kids to the dog,their father. Wanjugu the first daughter; twelve years became the mother. The drunkard mounted on her consistently,mercilessly. Telling on her dad,he became the village drum,mounted on by all,mercifully!

Gender balance on check, Nyakahari made the epitome of the mounting business. A newlywed bride with the husband in Nyairofi. They say she's tasty and thirsty. Feast is her simple description! Generous to the local youth. Everyone talks of her spinning prowess. All is well until the coughing business is launched to the celebrants. Mounting Business ends by a series of mountains,graves.

A minor case of a pretty minor who allows a science to explore her anatomy is still in verification process to be entered to the Mounting Business. Ends.

#Nomys_Madness

CORRIDORS OF POWER: SHOCK AS PRETTY DIRECTORS STALK COMRADES DARLING.

Facebook news feeds came to a standstill on Tuesday as the names Elsie and Hellen Brahane Tesfamariam dominated the notifications.

Moen, who has recently posted My Two Girlfriends post enjoyed a real double treat from the ladies who are said to source guidance and leadership 'Mwakenyas' from the former academics director.

The treat was characterized by likes for all the photos and posts that the Comrade's Darling had enjoyed during his tenure.

As if coordinating,the lasses who are always spotted together liked the posts together such that Facebook news feeds couldn't separate updates.

If the portrayal on the social media platform was anything to go by, Edu Moen must be having a class in love circles as a lecturer on how to manage friends as co-wives.

On a light note that seemed to carry the day,the ladies claimed to be his 'oxygen' which he hardly denied. The chemistry between the three appears to be unique.

The three are arguably the best group in leadership from looks and popularity.

Efforts to reach the leaders proved futile.

Source: Nomys_Madness

5 Reasons To Keep Off Nyayo...

Nyayo Gardens or park according to who showed you the town,is a resting zone in the centre of the finest town. Grass and trees fool one in trusting the serenity for relaxation. However; odds are plenty.

Hawkers.

Snacks and drinks are circulated by the. Vendors who spot one the moment you sniff the entries. By the time you identify yourself a place to rest,they buzz around you,like bees tracing stolen honey.

"Boss nikupe fanta ama stoney?" "Mahindi chemsha freshy siste"... And efforts to dismiss all are softened that you're lured to tamper with your budget!

Rowdy Pastors.

It's very unlikely to enjoy total silence. Loudest pastors rest by interfering the occupants comfort if any at all. They accelerate from one corner to the next splashing saliva that it gets easy to confuse a spectrum around them as an aura of holiness! They have anti rich sermons,why tithes are important and obviously, seed planting!

Street Children

Slightly below ten years will hover around you like vultures. A humanitarian is moved by their dirty and tone attire. Sympathy and pity is all they strike such that by the moment they ask to taste your soda, you part with a fifty shillings note. Not that one is so merciful. No,its the guilt of the bastard you fathered or that little Angel you dumped near a children's home!

Jobless Nuisance

You're enjoying your hot soda which you had been disappointed by the seller.( It's supposed to be coldest but sh*t happened).
A fellow crawls near you with a familiar stare. " How's your big brother, do you think the governor will be reelected?"
And before you draft a dismissal,he reminds you how you met and shared classes yet hell knows nothing of your existence together!

Opportunists
 Nyayo rest is yet to be bigger before the opportunistic fellows,guides and outright know-it-all bumps into you. " Do you know why the best place in world is USA? " This kind pretends or exaggerates the obvious with a target to sink your ignorance into their tricks. Scare them of by mentioning that you work in the government and your in law is a security personnel.

For the newcomers and soft spoken, opt for a hotel to kill your time. Nyayo has it's own experts who are intellects in their own measures!

Killing The Local Film Industry

Killing Our Film Industry: Translating Afrosinema for local audience?

West Africa's film industry is far better than Kenyan. Ours is a struggling system,though to the right direction. However, are going to assassinate our toddler industry using the foreign products?

It's a disgust to watch a translated film,to activate the puke,a "continues shortly" product. For heaven's greatness why would one translate Afrosinema in a vernacular?

At the dawn of digital migration, one of the main advantages banked on was expansion of the local content creation industry. It was a crazy profitable venture that drove the dreaming and existing filmmakers tops turvy. Maybe the best results are yet to be seen. How does it happen any way in era of translation?

Translation is not an evil. It's a blessing in fact. The purpose and what is translated are what matters.
We get a lot of materials in translation chamber especially academic and informative materials. Imagine watching Afrosinema in a local dialect,the cries and the juju really? It's unfortunate.

There's so much in our country. There's so much in our creativity. There's so much in our intelligence. But are we appreciating our resources? Are we supporting our film industry by such a trait?

If digital and film world is to grow in this country,the media owners should be fair to offer a platform and fair play for the said industry.

Morals and culture are dangerous aspects to mess with. It's a duty to consider the content of afrosinema in relation to what we have. Also, consideration of what we want for our country. Content produced locally is at the largest possibility friendly to our culture and morals.

The policy requirements are clear. Why not increase local content and check on employment levels? What happened to the brand buy Kenya ,build Kenya?