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  • Loneliness

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    The loudness of this silence is deafening.

    This emptiness in me is frightening.

    Flanked by people and still by myself

    A lone book on this huge shelf

    A giant chasm between me and you

    With no bridge to get across through

    I smile at you with the brightness of stars in the sky

    And I retire to my room at night to cry

    I take long strolls to feel like I’m part of this world

    Talk to people to convince myself this is my homeworld

    “I’m not an alien.” I say to me

    “They’re all like me.” I lie to me

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    Listen. Can you hear the silence?

    Do you see how it stares at me in defiance?

    You know, its funny how we’re not lonely all alone

    How the number of lonely people has grown

    My loneliness tried to crumble my being but it’s amusing

    Me reinforcing the cement on my walls with sad music

    We spent a lot of time together and now we share a closeness

    Again, funny how the one who saves me from this loneliness is my loneliness

    A companion close to me 24/7

    Made this confinement a safe haven

    He’s not so bad when you get to know him

    You just have to get used to the pale and grim

     

  • Bloody Cloak

    Bloody Cloak

    She has been keeping it in,
    Hard as it has been,
    The sword she wields against those tearing her apart,
    The cloak she uses to keep warm against the cold attacks.

    She’s been keeping it safe and reassuring herself,
    A reminder that no matter what they say she’s not someone else,
    Her most priced and most valued fortune,
    One she handled with utmost caution.

    In darkness and cold you appeared,
    Along with what she most feared.
    Without thought or remorse you ripped her cloak off,
    Even as she tried defending in fear and shock.

    You took her fortune, feeling no rue
    Took her dignity and ran her through.
    Left her in the mud dejected and bitter,
    I’ve never seen sweet and innocence leave any faster.

    Up she stood feeling the blood seep and flow,
    But, she will never let it show.
    Gently, she cleaned up and wore a smile,
    Wondering why the world was so hostile.
    She promised to only cry when she’s alone,
    She’ll only portray the image of a Queen on throne.

    She never imagined the first time will be so cruel,
    But she’ll always wear her smile like the perfect jewel

  • Football Was Never The Same Back In The Day

    Football Was Never The Same Back In The Day

    It is that time of the year, schools are closed and all boys are back in the village, except for the ‘born Tao’, who would be breezing in later in December to terrorize the hapless village boys with sheng, and those fake English they pick in city streets). You will agree with me on a lighter note that the of polythene menace became more pronounced when boys started playing balls bought from supermarkets and not making their own or simply abandoned the game all together for computer gadgets and mobile phones.

    Growing up, cane cutter and his gang had a way of keeping themselves away from bad activities; unless of cause bad activities also included stealing mangoes from Paskalia’s farm. Thus the ‘Juala’ (polythene) ball during holidays pitting my village boys against each other or my village against boys from the neighboring village would come in handy as we looked after the cows in the fields.

    There is nothing more nostalgic like images of some pot bellied lads roaming the village with their dogs some called Kiyombi, Simba, Gadafi, Rhodesia and Sadam, hunting for birds which by with catapults, chasing after squirrels, bush hare or just kicking around some balls made from discarded clothes and polythene papers. After a long day around, we would be taking the cows back home while blowing our crookedly crafted hands while some are chewing sugar cane; that is if the gods’ were on our side and the cows never sneaked home before us to cause rampage in the sorghum farms.

    Just like the 21st Fifa rules, we had our own albeit they were never written anywhere; still we mastered them. I hope after reading these rules, you would be laughing all the way to the bathroom.

    As a preliminary: Every open space could be a playing fiel

    ONE: The fat kid was always the goalkeeper.

    TWO: The owner of the ball decides who plays.

    It was always Otis owning the ball. Somehow my ball kept appearing from the ‘orepe’ fig tree behind our house. I came to learn later it was Otis who snitched them so that he kept dominating the village.

    THREE: The owner of the ball plays on the side which doesn’t remove the shirts or t-shirts; it was a privilege to be on the side that put the shirts on.

    A must: The owner of the ball captains both teams.

    FOU: Penalties were awarded only if the injured player curses a lot. Talking of injuries, cuts were dealt with by a quick first aid of rubbing dust on the bleeding spot.

    FIVE: If you were the goalkeeper, you could change the goal post from where the ball enters to the opposite side and claim no goal or remove all the sticks when the striker was approaching.

    SIX: No matter how many goals you scored, the winner will be determined by the last team to score.

    SEVEN: No referee and linesman, everyone is a referee; you could run with the ball even behind the goal post, then come back and score and the goal stood.

    EIGHT There were no such things as corners, throw-ins, free kicks or off sides; the closer you are to opposite goalkeeper the easier it was to score.

    NINE: If you don’t participate in repairing the ball you were given a match ban, so we were keen to be part of the repair team.

    TEN:If you’re picked last you’re a loser. The guy who was never picked was to fetch the ball when it got stuck under the old tractor or trailer-and boy don’t we have so many of them in our village or under the tunnel or over ‘Shosh’ Paskalia’s fence, of course Paskalia had ready abuses to hurl over the fence.

    ELEVEN: The guy who was  never picked was also to be the one looking after the cows lest they stray as we played, so he could play in the next match.

    TWELVE: When the owner of the ball gets annoyed, game over. Otis had a short temper so we made sure he was always in a good mood, by bringing him boiled potatoes or making sure we passed the ball to him more often than the others in the same team.

    THIRTEEN: The goal sticks did not have a cross bar. So long as the ball passed in between the two sticks, it was counted, never mind the height, it was a goal.

    FOURTEEN: You were allowed to change the goalkeeper in case of a penalty. 

    FIFTEEN: The match ended only when everyone was tired in normal circumstances or when we realized the cows are gone.

    SIXTEEN: When the owner of the ball was called home, it would be the end because he leaves with the ball.

    SEVENTEEN” The losing team especially from the other village is to be chased back across the river with dogs in pursuit.

    Looking back, I cannot help but laugh over them.

    MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, STAY SAFE. I LOVE YOU ALL

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  • Saving for Christmas and How we helped Tabu Pay Dowry

    Saving for Christmas and How we helped Tabu Pay Dowry

    Last Friday I walked into our Cane Cutter Association offices, the one I told you we use some stones as seats, yes that one. This story is not about stones and offices.

    You see we are nearing end of the year and you know if it is end year those lousy groupings calling themselves CBO, SHG, CBC or whatever break in the name of Kufunga (Closing) by sharing all the money each have been saving with the treasurer until January. I say lousy because any informal community grouping we call here (Chama) and which has no bank account and doesn’t save money for investment but only to share out during such times should be banned and all member jailed. I think this too should be put in the constitutions of every African country. There was even one where I was invited to join as the 60th member and its main objective was to visit parents of the members after every month. Imagine visitation after every months meaning if they were to reach me it would be be 60 moth. FIVES GOOD YEARS OF OUR LORD while caughing Ksh 2000 each month! I still remember the enthusiasm of the top four ladies who were trying to talk me into it. Sensing the lie from far I just politely declined the offer.First I don’t have parents , second I told them I would come back to them…last time I checked they visited only five members and the group broke up after the first and second failed to contribute or attend visitations for the others after them. Before I was given a lesser duty of being co-coordinator a, post that doesn’t even exist in our chama constitution, I had insisted that we save money and invest in a long time project. Hower some members of the group led by Otis, and chairperson Bazuu…his real name is Barasa but now he calls himself Bazuu after listening to some useless skiza tune on phone. They caimed I was an enely of development thus trying to trick them into losing money in an investment that was not going to make returns faster. They even gave an example using another of the lousy Chamas which dot our villages from Achego Republic to Chelegeth Market. I had told them that we could open an account save money then talk with the bank to finance part of the money to buy a tractor for ploughing and employ Justo as it driver and manager, we then would reap big by ploughing for other farmers.Sadly even Justo I was trying to get a permanent job for given cane cutting seems to not to be is cup of tea, never saw the sense in it. It is after this that Bazuu rallied his friends to demote me after Tabu took them down the river near kwa mama Lukas and made got them drunk with jericans of Changaa the illicit brew.

    That is how I lost treasurer’s position in a voting by makele(voting through shouting) and in my place they voted in Tabu. Tabu is the current Treasurer…or was, until yesterday. Tabu had managed to convince the lot to vote him in since as is known in our village, Tabu, also owns those things they call mini- Markets; the kind of that you when walk in and make three steps inside you are at it’s furthest end. So other cane Cutters reasoned that being a mini market and ‘biggest’ Mpesa outlet owner the only kind in Tamu, he could be trusted instead of me with a lofty idea.Why on earth would grown ups like Cane Cutter still trust someone like Tabu with their money to keep for them beats me, but since earth is earth I lost and resigned myself to let Tabu keep my money for Christmas for one year. Stupidity galore!So when last Friday we converged to share out our saving, that is minus airtime expenses for the ‘executives (This was also introduced after I was demoted), there was money for the chama members.

    The able Treasurer Tabu Informed the members about the sad story of what befell him recently. He narrated to the attentive members, your truly also present that being a businessman he had thought it wise to ‘save’ the members savings in his mobile money business-MPesa so that it doesn’t get lost. Then on Wednesday someone called his wife from safaricom to inform her that his Till Number had been blocked from doing business, they said the Till had done reauthorized transaction and that he Tabu was to travel their offices in in Nairobi to sort the matter. In short Tabu told members he had money for them. Do not ask me how the meeting ended but by the time we left, Otis who was on the front line celebrating my demotion was was tearing like a PP1. But today words doing the rounds since morning is that Tabu had used our money to pay dowry for his wife and that the safaricom issue is just a story. Ironically we the gullible Cane Cutter Association members had also escorted Tabu to that Uthoni last month, little did we know that were escorting out money away. I still remember how Kip (Kiplangat) and I danced away our money in that ceremony.

    Ever since I have been nursing my loss in the homestead but I can’t help sympathise with with other fellow Kenyans whose year would also end in tears when their treasurers switch off their phones when needed. Meanwhile Tabu has gone MIA with his wife and all their phones switched off.

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  • Life in An  African Elementary School

    Life in An African Elementary School

    One thing we all agree on is that when it comes to schools africa, there is just one word to describe some of the experiences we all get in there: Crazy.

    You really have not been to an African elementary or Primary school especially public ones if you never went through the following:

    1. Your first day in school, was just to escort others. You had no book, no pen only tagging along, to go and play an cry when hungry (it is called taking yourself to school) because they could not leave you alone at home. Cane cutter’s age was ,measured by putting his hand over his head. I failed and was dismissed pronto, only for me to go to school the following day..and a female Mgasa, accepted me…thanks to that teacher.

    Worst still your classroom had stones for desks.

    2.You were the class monitor (Today they use class rep- many disliked the word monitor for the others often called you monitor lizard) then you got sent for the duster and you ended up roaming all the classes in search of a duster(Still wonder who really steal dusters). Woe unto you you if you were from a lower class and you ended up in the upper class. the look from them itself was enough to send you fleeing.

    1. You were just about to go home and started singing the farewell song of the day….then you heard the bell running and never bothered , that the teacher was still in class or wasted your time to know where the door was for you any place including the windows could do. Then you reached home only to realise you left all your belongings in school, upon being asked.

    Or You left school at 12.30pm but ended up reaching home at 6.00pm. all what you did was plying along the way from the time you left school with your gang only moving fifty meters after every hour. Those in upper classes would come pass you as you are plying and even meet you as they went back for afternoon clause only for you to now walk with them late in the evening as they left school for the day. But the catch was here: Your home was always the last among all your fellow rascals, no matter which route you took..so you would then stride in like a Ninja, that is when it hits you that you are all alone going to explain where you were all that time. Merceline Omollo, Asha, Polycarp, Benja, Eva Weda and all my old time gang members I still remember you’re.

    1. You had that teacher who no mater where she/he was or you were, they would always identify and call you by your name, even when you are behind a wall and they could not see, you, they still knew you by name. Mrs. Omoro, Mr Odeny, Mrs Tado, Mr. Raburu (Put your tie properly).
    2. You had that teacher whom whenever he opened his/her mouth to speak in the assembly, you would all be yearning to look for those bombastic words in the dictionary. Mr Okoth Okoth, especially the first assembly to introduce female teachers on duty, Jesus! He would start with a vocabulary and end with one and wen you were still there wondering about what he just said, he would add,
      ‘Why are you staring at me lugubriously?’
    3. You had that teacher who would come to class, give one example then leave you assignments from the text book. The following day, he he would come and tell you to exchange your books and mark, he would proceed to write answers on the board then leave without uttering another word. or the the other who would come explain things then tell you to go make your own notes from page 10-32. Mr. Obote. weee!
    4. You left school late in the evening having done all the assignments only to reach school the following morning to find their entire two boards in two classes filled with assignments especially maths and science, and you still remember you had not finished the ones you went home with the previous evening. Thank you madam Onunga, you were very patients with us doing maths even during your Home Science lessons.
    5. You had that teacher who would stand in front and starts speaking and you would be wondering.
      ‘Is he/she inside a thermos flask?

    His/her words could not just reach you. worst still they are they kind who would come to class and chose one sport and teach from their for 40 minutes without changing position. CRE teachers most likely who used to read notes from the text book word by word.

    1. You happened to be the class prefect and be given the ‘disk’ to give to those who speak in vernacular, only to end up not giving anyone. The day you are given the disk , everyone else practised social distance from you. They neither sneezed, coughed or even greeted you; you would think they were masked. And because no one came near, you ended up being quarantined all day long in class for people would ran away whenever they see approaching Or still you were a class prefect yet the noisiest people in class were your friends or the class teacher’s’ children. In class 4 Cane Cutter reported twins who were his desk mates to the class teacher. The class teacher was the mother, only for them to come back and mock me more since the mother just told them to go back to class and keep quiet.
    2. You were listed for the first time to speak in the debate before the whole school, You either disappeared from school that Friday afternoon or you prepared the whole day only for your brain to stop working the moment you stepped in front to speak.

    I said ‘Thank you Mr. speaker madam’ five times then went back and sat down. Talking of the speaker, in Africa, we often never relate what we see with what is in our minds and tongues. In front is sitting a female speaker, but your brain and tongue often conspire to say
    ‘Madam Speaker Sir.’ Or ‘Mr. Speaker.’
    It is something that is happening in our National Parliaments and senates today.

    1. That Radio lesson just sounded Greek and by the end of the lesson , you had not written a thing only date. The Late Agao Patrobas, Elizabeth Omollo;the English these two spoke in that small box wacha tu.
    2. You happened to have had a subject teacher who was also from the same village as you were. Worst still if family was poor, you would be the bat of her/his jokes in class.
    3. You were all shepherded to go and weed in a teacher’s farm in the name of she/he would pay the activity fees for the whole class and all you got was porridge or strong tea with Githeri which had beans you could even count with your fingers.
    4. There was that one teacher who never gave you time to play. Each time she/he saw you, it was time to send you to the market to buy him/her food. There you would your parent. I still believe teachers especially male teacher should not send students on personal errands more so to buy them food.
    5. There was that malignant boil on the buttocks that just could not let you sit properly or play more so on the very day your were to chosen the striker for your class 6 vs class 8 soccer. then you told the class teacher about it, only to be called to the staff room and all teacher starts would burst into laughter while looking at you. He/she told them just in good faith not to cane that part of your body, but teacher being teachers..hmmm.
      16 Going home was sliding in the mud you thus constantly had birds nest on your short behind. Tamu Primary school Kids, you people were mad.
    6. You participated in group love letter writings or replies (This one I will tell more on another day). Talking of love letters, you were a loner if you never received on every Mondays, Friday or after an outing.
    7. You joined CU (Christian Union) to escape the cross country activity. In form one they were they only people allowed not to go for cross county.
    8. You got bullied in form one to the point you started missing you missing your class 8 colleagues. Still on this if no one ever ‘closed or opened especially closed with you,’ then you never went to a Kenya school. Or still you had to give way for the tall class 8 pupils to pass when they were called. those day, pupils in class 8 were ‘small adults,’ I tell you.
    9. Your head teacher (Then there were no Principals) whose speeches went this way:
      ‘This is not a feeding camp like some of you think, but place of learning……….’

    ‘Look at this one going round like the cows his father sold to bring him here….’

    ‘Some of you think this a place where they were brought just to add years and get national IDS, you are cheating yourselves….’

    Or he/She would order you to follow him to the office, then turns abruptly on seeing you after him shout at you,.
    Stop following me!’ Mr. Adu oooo

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