SADNESS

A little kid has hung himself in Nairobi. The family learns of it via a neighbours phone. They do not posses a mobile phone yet. I wonder how the bearer of the news mustered enough guts to go tell a mother that her son  has hang himself. Screams pierce the night, the whole village comes to investigate. All the women who come end up shedding tears and wailing loudly. The men huddle in groups with the father of the child talking in low tones. No one cries among the men. The other little kids just look in confused and wondering why there are so many people in  their compound. Some of them are crying because their mother is crying. It is dusk. Soon the majority people will go away and leave  the bereaved; they will be back tomorrow though.
The family is poor. It is apparent. There is one grass thatched house and another one with an iron sheet roof but the walls are made of mud. It has been decorated with white clay and it looks nice. In the living there are three arm chairs and a dining table that serves many purposes. The women sit on the ground sorrounding the mother. A tin lamb is lit as the sun sets and it becomes dark.
The boy had been living with his sister in Nairobi. The sister is married. She had taken him there so he might go to school. Tommorrow, the men will travell to Nairobi to make the funeral arrangements and to transport the body back home. They do not have enough money so they are collecting it among themselves and from all families in the village.
The women weep and wail, the cry kids themselves to sleep, hungry and exhausted. The men talk on in low tones. There is not a laugh to be heard anywhere. The mood is sombre! The moon peaks weakly from behind the clouds. It might rain during the night. 

CHASE

Sometimes you hear real life tales of other people and you just brush them off as some intresting anecdotes. You hear them, laugh about them and forget them, unless ofcourse you are the type that copies other peoples expiriences and you go masquarading in them. Other times you might be moved by the story you hear, you might even shed a tear. If its a dude telling the story to other dudes, he is bound to recieve hearty claps on the back, another round on the table and life continues. In the case of a chic, there will be a tear shed, lots of hugs and alot of ooing and aahhing over the issue. Not to forget the innumerable chorusing. Ive always wondered how they do that as if on cue. That is until become the character in the story and you are going to be the narrator the next time you see your friends.
I happen to be a victim of such. I have always brushed peoples stories off. Like they would never happen to me. Well, piece of advice, ukiona mwenzako kanyolewa, chako tia maji. The police are a very intresting lot. More especially at night. They pop up out of nowhere, when you least expect them and when you are having a jolly good time( read high). Why do they shine their lights in your eyes? Ever wondered? Lets just say that is a rhetorical question after having asked the culprits in a not so polite manner owing to the fact that i was a wee bit indisposed. Very intresting fellows the police. Then i committed the worst fellony of all. I ran! Dint go very well with them. That i found out the hard way when after a few steps of my drunkn form i was staring into the bared muzzle of vicious canine. The growls and snarls making me do unspeakable things to my pants. Haki yetu! You do not just set dogs on innocent drunk fellows who are no trouble at all, save for the fact that they are having a good time.
I think im going to be taking other peoples expiriences more seriouslg now. That is untill i forget my 'harrowing'  expirience.(can one call pissing on ones self that?) Then i'll go back to making fun.

I love my country.

Wallowing in mud, u never fail to wonder if u r in this sweet country that we all love and 'vumilia' equally at the same time is doing anything anything towards betterment of the roads in the country. Then again you watch the news and notice that it is not you alone who is seriously suffering from the sheer neglect of some malicious fellows who do the planning of the country.
Our country is purely amazing. Think about it, what other country has its citizens dying of raging floods in one end and others dying of hungerand droughts on the other end. A pure contrast. Dont u think?