ARE ALL RELATIONSHIPS ROMANTIC?

A recent reaction to certain posts of a friend and I have exposed a worrying outlook towards life. Can't people have artistic, fun and analytical relationship without speculative romance behind the scenes?

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I lit the fire by doing a simple descriptive poem on the friend who is not only a student leader, church leader, a great dancer, a well brought up lady with morals but also a jovial clean hearted fellow. This were traits I summarized in a few stanzas. This aroused a few critics but the crisis was manageable. She had shared the piece online for sheer appreciation of art. The audience had a rare understanding. Why only you?

She decided to scratch the back, as was our petty deal(she's an expert in literature and poetry is a minor in her pursuit), she wrote a poem on my character and coincidentally, it was a Wednesday. I shared the post to a hungry audience( and a #wcw photo of hers). The response was immense, the reaction unexpected. Likes and comments competed. No one saw the poem for what it was, they saw 'hidden meaning'.

Attacks, allegations of cowardice and hypocrisy were unending. The single worst nightmare was a dare to explain the concept to the fragile and volatile group. It was a losing battle. Crazy words such as TIBIM (I'm yet to grasp its meaning) were plenty.

It was clear a gang of close friends were having fun bullying us. They played around inciting the already excited masses. Silent followers were utilizing inbox messages to get clarity over the issue. The least bold were simply clicking the like button on the crazy comments. Gladly, the two of us were hardened by the circumstances long enough to succumb to the demands (Did I say we were given 48 hours to give our stance lest they did it themselves!).
We're waiting for the outcome!

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I believe it's archaic to jump into conclusion that as long as two of opposite gender are showing a good chemistry in various issues they're having an affair. I have a fleet of friends, confidants and advisors from the opposite sex. There's so much to share apart from the perversion expected.

An assumption that there must be more than meets the eye is a sorry state. We're in 21st century. If you can't manage to be in a relationship beyond romance, you need more than enlightenment and basic education. In the age of equality, quality relationships are inevitable. Change is coming, don't be overtaken.

CONFESSIONS OF A FIRST YEAR: CORNERED RELATIONSHIPS

Circuses on love matters during the first year are so fresh to forget. Meeting 'precious items' was a good good ground to experiment all sorts of being a 'player'. Some of us were more objective in the process of soul searching while others were heartless carnivalss in a land of plenty herbivores. But before long, the state of humility was either installed or acquired.

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Tom was a chatterbox. Within the first one week, he had made a network of friends. Majority of the newly acquired friends were innocent girls mainly from mission schools. Having visited the facility a year earlier;he had an added advantage, showing around, orientation. His grasp of mixing lies, truths and some sense of humour made the freshers hover around him like disciples to a rabbi. Fixing electric appliances was the most philanthropic action. If only the girls had a clue of the fox in the yard!

Tearing his catch one by one, the good Tom was changing to be Dick. He broke them in numbers. He feasted on them without discrimination. He ate them barefoot. He was a tusker,heading a bunch of cows. A king on throne.

Tom was however fixed. Two of the ladies were getting suspicious. He could spit on one in the morning, and sleep on the next one in the evening.

Kate and Jane exchanged contacts and planned for a bust. In fact, it was a brain burst to the Tusker. Kate was to prepare supper and Jane was to bump in. Tom was impatient and having forgotten Delilah and Jezebel, he was in for the surprise!

He hastily unbuttoned, unzipped and in a gluttonous speed invaded the willing prey. As he was all over the heated pinky skin, the door opened. And as his eyes tried to unravel the disbelief, Jane stood like a ghost. Dressed on her nothingness, she was juiciest in her glow.

Tom was cornered. He couldn't escape. His heat turned him to a statue. He was in a jury. His two best performers were more than available but performing a different duty.

That night Tom lost both the ladies. He slept between them but his firmness was massaged by satire, heroism and that humbled him.

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Dennis was a different case. He was a soft spoken mummy's boy; who girls had mistaken for an innocent boy. He was a forgetful brat who couldn't recall friends. His stupidity led him to forward same messages to roommates. They played him to fall into the trap of bumping into their room. To his dismay,the girls disclosed to his friend who spared the best for the audience of his group of confidants!

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The last case was a pure embarrassment. Peter was hitting on Grace who was interested in Dennis. Grace was least similar to her name, she showed Dennis all the lines that Peter was dropping! Dennis spared the right moment to payback. He could tease Peter until one day he spilled the beans.

"Your lines are so great, but the girl loves me!

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Grace was an angel as Dave, another one of the friends was also hitting on her. Hell broke loose when Dave learnt that Dennis was reaping fruits!! And being an emotional fellow, Dave led to a stampede in the library!
Were it not for good friends, the situation would have been murkier.

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First year was gone, so was the stupidity. By the end of the fourth year, maturity had salvaged the petty relationships.

#Nomys_Madness

VERA THE ENIGMA

Vera,
A linguistics expert,
Not just in speaking,
But a pro in writing,
A teacher by profession.

Vera,
A leading lead,
Headlines and heads hit,
Her heat heightens hearts,
 A leader by default,
A soul not easy to fault.

Vera,
An African lady,
From her dress,
Mannerisms and address,
An epitome in human welfare,
A champion in healthcare,
The campus fitness director.

With a flawless light skin,
A bumpy curvaceous body,
She dances for hours,
In an ease worth stare,
A joyous soul,
Laughter finds a soft spot,
And oh,
Lucky is he who woos her,
His children will be well taken care of.

Vera,
A veracious football enthusiast,
A voracious literary consumer,
An all round lass,
Likened to none,
Vera the enigma!!!

#Nomys_Madness.

Salome The Cook

Salome the brown bony blonde,
Salome the generosity genius,
I beg to begin my raw rant.

Your sea was sweaty,
You see, your sea was sweet,
Sweet like the wings of a Luhya cock.
Salome you knew how to cook,
Your food tastier than the stolen oranges from Wa Njege's land,
Your turn, mixing and the regular rise and fall,
Made your food irresistible.

Salome,
Your food was the best,
Njoroge could kill for it,
Karagu offered his son's fees for a bite,
Salome you knew how to cook,
That your glory,
And gory,
Spread just like your table spread as you served.

Salome you served sleeveless,
Salome you served very well,
Until you were served too!!

Salome the brown bony blonde,
I surrender to be surrounded suspiciously,
I refuse in the name of River Tana,
That river that the your river rivals,
I refuse to be burdened,
With the seeds you can't track nor trace the breed.

Salome,
Salvation for you is not in my yard!

#Nomys_Madness

PETER THE REBEL SHINES

"Your arrogance sucks! A poor thoughtless village boy who let's luck slip. Follow your stupidity and keep on wallowing in your sorry world of fantasy and poverty!" She cursed rushing into her limousine. Which fool turns down an offer to study medicine abroad for FREE? She had heard rumours of the nephew's unshakable stances. She thought she could tether him. She thought she could enjoy a control freak status. She thought she could tame him. She lost. Pauline was her name, a bourgeoisie from the capital;a distant relative.


Becoming real had always led the boy to be referred to as rude, arrogant, hostile and even stupid. He always led a life too complex to comprehend.Even his supportive mother could hardly grasp a clue most a times.Luckily, the pure-hearted could not abandon the son.No matter how eccentric he appeared. She had always trusted him. Her soul was his,his was hers. Nothing they did without the other in mind.' My life is yours,all my efforts are to see you get better than you are. 'It was the unspoken rule. They harboured it in their spirits. How many times had she dared death for his survival? Which  insults had he not received for being a FATHERLESS BASTARD?

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Peter knew his version of life. His decisions depended on his book consumption. Apart from the syllabus, his knowledge search delved in: life skills, psychology,sociology and philosophy. This fields were hard nuts but not for a nagging book-worm. The deeper he dug,the more alienated from the existing accepted and valued ways of life in the setting he became.His readership of fictional pieces made him a brat, he couldn't afford to discuss anything without likening events and people with those in books. It did not augur well with the society. He was literally ABANDONED. Literally abandoned due to his literary abandon.

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He explained it all to his mother. His argument hit her soft spot so simply. She saw clearly and easily than he could imagine. Not that he underestimated her brain, no. He knew so well the main problem;money.

" Mum, the bait was so conspicuous. I have no doubt it was a trap. It matters not how much better I would become, my thoughts would be enslaved. 'Were it not for me...' tag and intimidation. You know your relative better than the rest. She's an investor,we may not see it now but I have no doubt over it. Her end prevails her decisions,profits."

Peter knew his mother was the best lawyer and trustee. A confidant to bank on. An advisor so brutally honest. He explained his phase two to both of them in presence of the rest.

"I have high respect and feels greatly honoured to have your audience,concern,attention and time. I appreciate your support. Unfortunately, I am a writer, a journalist, a communicator in mind. I adamantly intend to realise the dream. We call it passion,desire and pursuit for happiness. I would be lying that medicine is a bad course; no course is. I have no intention to harbour hypocrisy. My respect for the society will deal with me cruelly if I take medicine for a course. I am not the least one to dress wounds,inject nor fantasize anything to do with the medical field. I hope you understand."

It was a tough gamble. How does one sacrifice an opportunity for a blurred passion. Save for the mother;the rest could not deny that the boy was not only a loser but also a psycho, who needed a psychiatrist. No wind of opinions could shake his pillar. His mother and him hadd to face the consequences. 'Let them massage their ego by paying fees. He can't make it without us. Poor pair! How did he even manage to get such a good grade with this controversy?'

His peers envied him. But they lacked the guts. A losing bunch of conforming brats. Cowards. He thought of them.

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Campus was not a walk in the park. He had a bumpy ride. He had to win. He made his mother proud.

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His appearance on the television as a broadcast reporter wasn't least believable. How? It was short-lived confirming their doomed desire. Unknown to them his success story was just beginning.

Passion led him to his destiny,desire and destination.The writer with a weekly humour column and yes, three best-sellers!

MOMBASA BY FOOT:A MESSY STOP OVER CALLED MTITO

An aerial view of Mombasa city from a building.A group of communication students had a great experience on their way to the historic centre.

The Longest Journey Ever was a competition topic testing on essay writing prowess. That was twenty years ago when I was a form one. It was an exciting venture to compete with finalists as a mono. I reminisce how we vowed to outshine the bullies. At least we had a fair forum that could test on mental muscles.

An experience recently, triggered the memories and yes if only my young mind could have conceived or foreshadowed this!

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We had battled with the "system" for weeks over our educational trip. It took the muscles of divisive utterances and mistrust to see the 'favour granted'. Those who embraced moderation were handled with suspicion and even termed 'traitors'. Radicals,extremists and their cliques on the other hand felt that patriots and 'real fighters' were well earned names. Luckily, after the goal realisation, animosity faded away. The excitement of touring the coast reignited the team of young academicians.

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Bus trip could never be better! Making fun of each other,laughing , spending. Yes spending. Cash was flooding. Allowances from the school, betting,parents, partners all the sources had been exploited! The trip was 'academic' and no one could dare fail supporting it.

After a long day crisscrossing counties. A stopover was inevitably handy.Mtito Andei was the spot for the first night. It's strategic location and economic significance between the two cities required attention. With clear instructions, it was the first site/beat. No rest, night study was mandatory. Early next morning we had to head to the destination.

This was the life-changing memory point. No one could have conceived any nitty gritty until;

A superb offer on food was so nice to shy off from.We utilized a certain affordable meat joint and recommended it to the rest.(We were in groups). Their meat was not only cheap (verily verily affordable) but also plenty. A pocket friendly place is an all-time bait to comrades! So we indulged with relish...

Violating the rules, we booked rooms.( We were supposed to work overnight,nocturnal.) And like as fate would have it,veeery cheap,extremely affordable. Who boards a room for three bucks a night?

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All was well until the urge to sleep became nagging. Hasty shower and burying oneself into the blankets was a maddening desire.

And the kings of the jungle couldn't wait longer! Piercings,itchiness,the beds were infested!!! The bugs were in rows and the damn insects were starving miniatures!!!!

Withdraw from the facility cursing and spitting was the best experience! The campus bus proudly hosted us securely till dawn.

Waking up so early, worn out, tired and sleepy,the problems were just beginning. A good number had 'pinching stomachs.We resolved to have breakfast hoping all would be well. A miscalculated thought,a lossy wish. We were just making the story juicer!

Our kickoff was at dawn, as we were aware of the traffic jams. We had to make it to the coast city. After an hour ride, the stomachs issues escalated. Running.

We utilized the best skills of negotiation to make the drivers stop. The number of DRIVERS had risen! And the bus drivers had to stop for the rest of us to 'drive'!

At the beginning, the first stop appeared normal,short calls can't make anyone raise brows. The frequency changed. Common culprits. Whispers. And analysts noted a similarity! Only guests to the messy butchery were moving.

Traffic jam on our side,the speed was checked a great relieve. Running up and down the bus. Longer distances were covered by foot than bus!

Out of the bus, the nearest bushes were experiencing 'over-fertilisation'. The bushes were blushing over witnessing needy scholars surrounding them in all directions. With a running stomach privacy was the last thing to care about. No one gave a damn who the neighbors were nor their gender!

A great comrade had a brand new roll of Toilex and gladly he was positioned on the front seat. He saved the day.

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By the time we were getting into the coastal city, the enthusiasm was hampered and limped by the experience.

TEACHING: THE WORST BEST PROFESSION

Kamau* could not fathom his parents' craziness. How could they not even listen to hi s side of story? Where the hell was the overrated fairness and right of reply principles and champions?

The skinny madam literally had a bad blood. Probably she was a real ogre she loved giving stories about; blood thirst and always contemptuous. Another possibility; she must have had an abusive childhood, a cannibal for a husband or had a battalion of addicts for children. How could one be so cruel? Worse still, the parents gave her the back-up she needed to make pupils' life an oven.

Madam Koru* had a long porcupine face,protruding eyes which had bushy brows. Her silken pony tailed hair was the most astonishing trait in her appearance, like spotting a virgin serving in a brothel as a guide. Her height and depth maybe were the worst combination; super short and bony. This made her find a battle easily with any learner, taller or physically endowed better than her, in any way. Icing the animosity cake would be a slight deviation from the set code of conduct. She had a way of detecting even an intention to harbour such a thought!

 Madam was a self-proclaimed psychologist;mind reader.Her expertise saw her in all disciplinary meetings. Her opinions were simply the final decisions. The deputy head teacher also harboured his resentments for the overlap of duties. However,he gave her the time to shine. As long as his payslips had better if not more digits than hers, and the system knew who was the diploma holder in ECD! (A rare feat in those days). He was the best in papers and even the boss handled him with caution lest he became the AEO and jeopardize his luxurious position.

Kamau had to be made an example,a warning to similar minded brats. He stood on the desk to lead a circus;making fun of the "hammer". The teacher who had aloe vera juice for blood. Cowards and traitors were more than one could imagine,just like the Secret Service then. A slight detection of resistance or critique to the system was uprooted like a venom lest the entire body got poisoned.

Kamau and his team were busted off guard. The drums couldn't be louder! Their butts had a common illness. This was just an intolerable behaviour. The beating was just introductory. Head teacher been around ,meant dismissal to get parents who came in duos. No one could support the pupils. The teachers were always right and even the dullest had that inscribed in their skulls.

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If only madam Koru could live in modern day schools! Just a mere wish. The breed of leaders they highly trained have no doubt the best skills for parenting. Touching a child not only attracts human rights gurus attention, the government,the media and a mad fury from parents. Probably so bitter to imagine their children getting the same treatment they had.

The social status that the teachers were accorded has been lost. Does it mean that the predecessors blurred the image for the modern day trainers and tutors?

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Elsewhere, there's a great conciliatory move. The students and teachers are forming coalitions to restore the parents' confidence. Have you not heard about the teachers who are passionate planting seeds on the maiden lands? And yes, the girls can't afford to sleep around with their age mates as long as the teachers are available!

Funny enough, is it not reported that the teachers are "approached" and threatened to dare not reject otherwise the activists and jail are in the wait for ROGUE teachers!

IT TAKES TIME TO ENJOY FRUITS

A variety of juicy fruits. We have to be patient enough until the investments we have get to fruition. Patience pays.

It takes time,

For a fruit to be juicy,

It takes pieces of dime,

To get that conspicuous fruit.

Investment is a must,

To grasp and grab the best.

No change happens instantly,

Unless it's a lightning,

You may be on the right track,

But it takes pieces of patients,

Nuggets of wisdom,

Trust in the Almighty for the fruition.

A farmer works on the seed-bed,

Prepares the seeds,

Enriches the soil,

Weeds and waters,

Not to mention chemicals,

Fruits are products,

Of heavy investment,

Of time and resources.

You'll bear fruits,

If patient enough,

And value efforts,

Best tastes,

Are results of great tests,

So crawl confidently,

And your deepest desire,

Will be fulfilled.

ALL WILL BE WELL.

A view of the Indian Ocean from Fort Jesus via a grilled window. It matters not how far the horizon is, you can imagine and make it there determinedly. 

When the moments suck,
And toughness stiffen,
It matters not,
The angle,
The situation you're in,
Just be firm,
Be optimistic,
All will be well,
Be sure,
All will be well.

Let the mind fly,
Imagine,
Explore,
Plan,
Act,
All will be well.

See the horizon,
Zoom the distance,
Strategize,
Approach it,
Be confident,
All will be well.

Go,
Give it a trial,
Do it,
Dare,
It hurts no one,
Be positive,
All will be well.

DON'T BE FOOLED:CORD'S MOVE IS CALCULATED.

The latest sideshow activities by the CORD are a mask to test the electorates reaction.

The trio is very aware of what's the way forward as far as their presidential candidate is concern. It is a super calculated move.

It all began with the Weta's presidential bid launch, Oparanya's utterance and the the miss to attend the launch by the Opposition Chief Raila Ondinga. This has guaranteed reaction and unending coverage.

In a press statement that the apologies have been made,the world was fooled to believe that there was indeed a great conciliatory event had occurred.

Less than a week later the statement that there was an MoU that was to grant Wiper Party leader Kalonzo Musyoka the CORD flag,was spoken about by the vocal Chris Wamalwa.
The Wiper Party leader has claimed that despite shortage in funding, he will appear on the ballot.

If history is anything to go by, no one requires special training to know who the flag-bearer will be.

Most probably, the three principals of the opposition coalition are aware of their move and are out to provide headlines and set the agenda for the nation. Otherwise, a breaking coalition is a tomfoolery that only a dimwit will fall for,at least at this juncture.

BENSOUDA AND AG:WHO IS LYING?

The International Criminal Court's decision to discharge the Kenya's Deputy President William Ruto and journalist Joshua Sang has awakened a battle between the Attorney General Githu Muigai and the ICC Prosecutor Fatou Bensouda.

The prosecutor's insistence on non cooperation by the republic of Kenya is the principal problem with the request to foward the three alleged interference culprits icing the cake of tension.

According to the Attorney General, the allegation by the Prosecutor is malicious which an unfair intention for a sovereign state.

The A.G further added that the state had provided all the required documents including the minutes of Security meetings during the period among other CID documents.

While addressing the issue on the forwarding of the alleged witness interference culprits ;Walter Barasa, Paul Gicheru and Philip Kipkoech Bett, the A.G clearly stated that the prosecutor was aware the was a case on the same. This requires the prosecutor to be patient enough until the Kenyan case is concluded.

The exchange between the two began along time with the prosecutor and the AG taking divergent opinions. It was during the President's case that the prosecutor dropped that claims of non cooperation by the Kenyan authorities dawned.

The battle leaves the country with the questions;who is lying? Is Bensouda contemptuous over the Kenyan state? Is the attorney's duty and statements questionable? This leaves a confused conclusion for the state.

LESSONS FROM THE DEPUTY PRESIDENT'S SPEECH

The emotional speech by the deputy president William Ruto was one of its kind. With a well synthesized theme,it portrayed the expected face of the institution of presidency.

Appearing in an International Criminal Court of law for almost a decade is not a popcorn munch. Worse still, if wrongly accused (at least according to the deputy president). With a well orchestrated system of coached witnesses and a ruthless publicity,no one would have expected the second in power to be so composed in declaring forgiveness.

It was not only patriotic,nationalistic but also great character of the DP who ideally has the ability to manipulate state machinery at his disposal to get his way. To the surprise of the entire nation, he proved to have been a religious leader in his campus days before becoming a politician.

 Humility is a rare virtue that he showed as a 'national dad'
(The president was out of the country during the Friday declaration). It is a great source of motivation and lesson.

The 2007/8 bloodbath that saw more than 1000 Kenyans loss their lives due to political intolerance needed a very large dose of reconciliation. The utterances of the deputy president were oil to the wounds and the scars. His choice of words portrayed the desire to have a united nation. It's a move worth commendation and incorporation.

Cohesion as portrayed in the deputy president's campaign to unite the entire nation in the umbrella of one party is a prove that despite the divisive allegations against him,he is committed to join the nation. It is a step that even pundits have no doubt about.

As a nation we ought to borrow the lessons from the deputy head of state and hasten in uniting the nation beyond political and ethnic orientations.

LESSONS FROM THE DEPUTY PRESIDENT'S SPEECH

The emotional speech by the deputy president William Ruto was one of its kind. With a well synthesized theme,it portrayed the expected face of the institution of presidency.

Appearing in an International Criminal Court of law for almost a decade is not a popcorn munch. Worse still, if wrongly accused (at least according to the deputy president). With a well orchestrated system of coached witnesses and a ruthless publicity,no one would have expected the second in power to be so composed in declaring forgiveness.

It was not only patriotic,nationalistic but also great character of the DP who ideally has the ability to manipulate state machinery at his disposal to get his way. To the surprise of the entire nation, he proved to have been a religious leader in his campus days before becoming a politician.

 Humility is a rare virtue that he showed as a 'national dad'
(The president was out of the country during the Friday declaration). It is a great source of motivation and lesson.

The 2007/8 bloodbath that saw more than 1000 Kenyans loss their lives due to political intolerance needed a very large dose of reconciliation. The utterances of the deputy president were oil to the wounds and the scars. His choice of words portrayed the desire to have a united nation. It's a move worth commendation and incorporation.

Cohesion as portrayed in the deputy president's campaign to unite the entire nation in the umbrella of one party is a prove that despite the divisive allegations against him,he is committed to join the nation. It is a step that even pundits have no doubt about.

As a nation we ought to borrow the lessons from the deputy head of state and hasten in uniting the nation beyond political and ethnic orientations.