Waiting For a HERO

I sit and think about what I would like to have. What I would love the ending to be. What I would like to be said – I believe that’s the best description of a lazy person who refuses to work.

One thing struck me during the SONU politics of the University of Nairobi. One thing caught my attention. And, also, from a distance, it did catch my eyes too.

The students are desperate for leadership. A pervasive sickness has fallen across the campus, and it looks like evil has the upper hand. The eyes of the students, maybe the administration too, roam looking for one who will hear their cry for help and save them. Even if he is a wolf in a sheep’s clothing, they are ready to rally behind him.

Students took to the streets carrying placards, sadly others stones, in protest of the just concluded marred SONU elections where injustice prevailed and the dignity of a community was uprooted like a tree. At least, that’s the feeling around campus.

But I got to see it differently. Continue reading “Waiting For a HERO”



How can one; after sitting for a CAT (Continuous Assessment Test) and heading for lunch, receive a phone call and get asked if he’d be willing to go to the United States of America?


I just don’t get it.

Hello world, meet my Friend.


“There is one condition though. Will you be willing to travel during the Christmas and New Year’s season?” His pastor picked his brains via the phone.

I really don’t need to tell you his answer.

My friend then reaches for his phone and hits me up. In a tone, suspecting distress or a predicament, he asks where I was, wanting to see me. I was at the tuition blocks. He decides to come.

As I sourced for a few e-books to transfer to my phone, all I whispered under my breath was, “Lord let this be sterling news.” Little did I know, he was trying to be humble. Trying not to get puffed up and with news I could not have even guessed, he handled it with modesty like the Pope.

Continue reading “THE STORY OF MY FRIEND’S LIFE”


This Saturday, 11th July 2015, just started off in a disappointing note. Having overslept, I missed our men’s group plot. I don’t love sleep. No! Sleep loves me.
In shame and guilt, I requested my pops to take me wherever he’d go. And he blithely agreed.
So, I went back to my room, did my daily devotion awaiting to leave the house. Matthew 18 and 2 Chronicles 20 were my bread.


My walk conveyed an impression of an enormous, zestful excitement. Pops running his errands, I was closely learning from the best. Yes, my best. But that’s not the kernel for this article.

Kitengela Kids:
Our first, no second, no third stop, yes third stop, was Kitengela. I met an old man who lived during the days of independence. His prime days, that is. The aging man urged me to treat every one as a Kenyan, not in tribal lines. For there were young men and women from each tribe who died by shedding blood for our freedom, our soil, our self-governance.
It was a bit emotional Continue reading “KIDS, STREET BOYS & MATATU TOUTS: FRIENDSHIP TIPS.”


I realize it’s been a while since I’ve posted a piece on this platform.
And with an emphatic “yes”, I’ve missed you too 🙂

I’ve experienced several moments – many are good, some not so good. But just like what makes the best news, I want to let you in on the ‘not-so-good’. That which made my heart melt and become like water.
And if you may allow me to put it forth in Swahili, “Wahenga hawakukosea waliponena kwamba…”

She was the one. I felt it. No, I knew it. You know what? I both felt and knew that she was the one.
She came into my life when I needed her the most.

Continue reading “WHAT THEY SAID,… WAS TRUE!”


It was engrained in my mind, for a very long time, that I was the fastest walker on the streets of Nairobi, maybe even the State of Kenya.

(This is no joke)

I’d stroll with a few buddies and they’d lament the speed I made them walk.
I’d note a target, and prod myself to go past him. He would be at a great distance ahead but in the long run, I’d catch up and even overtake him.

And yes, I have never put my speed to test. Never timed my walk and never participated in a walk race (none that I can remember), though it was a belief I guarded with gusto. Continue reading “HANDS UP, I ACCEPT!”


It’s that time of the year when perfection comes, and the imperfect disappears.
It’s that time where you think all the love songs playing on the radio were written for you. You and you alone.
It’s that time when men are really saving money and wondering what languages they shall borrow, what scriptures they shall quote; while the ladies are getting anxious by the day, trying to figure out what to expect from their loved ones.

On this piece, I want to specifically talk on love after Valentine’s, but allow me to touch a bit on Valentine’s Day. Continue reading “LOVE AFTER VALENTINE’S.”



“There was a man whom I knew when growing up. He had everything going for him. Money. Good job. Esteem. And respect. He married a beautiful wife. But the wife was the only thing that was beautiful. He would occasionally lay his hands on the wife and finally but unfortunately chased her away.
He was handsome. He viewed himself as the center of the universe with other people revolving around him. And that meant the young ladies fell for him. He’d get involved with women and when he was advised by the elders and his friends to take his wife back; he saw no need and rejected their counsel. ‘I have all that I want. And if I don’t I go out there and get it,’ he would say. This paradoxical pride and Continue reading “THE STORY GOES…”