SOLITUDE

I believe I am artistic, I see things in ways many people don’t, I find fun in the driest of circumstances which probably contributes to why my friends think am insane, I love my space and solitude which is why I live alone, my house is my sanctuary, my peace, my get away! Am not an introvert either, on the contrary am quite outgoing but then what’s to deny me a little quiet? Somewhere I ca light a toke ad trip ad dream and write.

Whenever am high, I do a lot of reading, my favorite author is unarguably Stephen king, that guy writes like he is possessed! I have followed his characters through all their adventures, cried with them, laughed with them, died with some of them but never have I met a character who intrigues me a much as Roland of the dark tower, that is my best sequel, another different story by a different author struggles to keep up, the sequel of Morgon Prince of Hed. Will Roland perhaps become the high one?  Detached from reality, that is what I call escaping from the drama that is real life and finding that one place where you simply don’t give a fuck! Social media comes in handy at times like these, twitter more especially, I have met wonderful people on twitter, some can be classified as simply mad,  yet others purely interesting and others are just loose strands of fate that brush each other. So I tweet a lot, not enough though!

That I have to explain a joke is just hopeless, that you can’t get sarcasm, you can burn in hell for all in care, these are my rants and raves, that you think the word rave only means going out drinking cheap vodka and passing out is a joke, grin from ear to ear, there you go.

Expression! I can’t always watch my tongue, the rate at which my mind wanders away when am having a conversation and the things I can relate that conversation to. Curse words thrown in liberally and well, welcome to the high speech, if that is what king must have meant! Not everyone’s cup of tea, go read a bible somewhere. After all, Delilah got to Samson, dint she? Honey in the carcass of the lion. Plain white T’s, hey there Delilah. Sweet name by the way.

A landscape, a tree hanging on a river bank, the sun is setting, under the tree sitting on rock are three people, and one of them is sitting on a rock with his back against the tree. The others seem to be having this dreamy look. In their hands they are holding rolls of bhang, puffs of smoke going up. Am reminded of Bilbo Baggins.  On the top of the tree to towards the river, a mocking bird is flying off!

I discovered rock late in my formative years, as my teens were ebbing away! I fell in love, though I did love the cranberries at first! Now I listen to indie rock and even my fellow rock fans think I’ve gone bonkers, but according to me that is music with culture, deep rooted and so ancient you can feel the first children weeping for life, the type of music you could be listening to if a Stark told you in a solemn tone that winter is coming.

Peals of silence tug at my brain!

Revelry

Kings of leon

Grave yards

A common sight in almost every kenyan home one vists! An eyesore at that too! In some compounds, there will be one grave yet in others a numerous number, the largest number of graves i have seen so far in one compound is 12! Astounding! Lying side by side were six and below them another six. In some places you are bound to encounter a deserted coumpound with graves standing watch, weeds grow all over and are especially rich on the graves giving an eeirie look to the whole place! Yet in other places it is a happy family setting boasting of just a single grave!
What never ceases to amaze me though, is the proximity of the graves to the main house!
I come from the Kisii people whose culture dictates that, when a man passes away, he should be buried on the right side of his main house and his wife by his left side. I never knew this untill my grandfather passed away! His grave is almost directly adjacent to the door and when you get out of the house it is the first thing you see, God grant eternal rest to his bones! Old man gave me my first sip of alcohol. That aside, This is the case in almost all kisii families! A grave by the house, or at times graves. I draw from the Kisii community because as a member, i know it well, i have seen how the luo and luhya bury there dead. Incase my kisii friends start getting worked up, please understand that this is just a reference! Why could you want to wake up every morning and see the remains of someone you cared for lying outside? Is it memories you want or dont u just want to let go? Let the Dead rest! It doesnt matter where they have to rest but let them rest! Afterall what choice do they have in the matter? Incase you are scared o ghosts, well, newsflash! They will understand too when they botice that they are encroaching away all the land to make room for graves!
Soon, if a care is not taken, we will turn the land into one big graveyard in the name of sticking to culture! No one culture is stagnant! Culture progresses and changes over time. It is high time kenyans realized that and started burying their dead in cemetaries! Not that i want to play "mwacha mila". Oh i love my culture, but times have changed and the world has moved on. We no longer wear loin clothes and walk with our bossoms bared for all kin and sundry, except for our cousins up north! Now that they have oil i do pray they learn how to dress! Had we been such sticklers of culture, we could still be half naked folks going about their lives comfortably! We could still be living in smoky huts and sleeping on skins! So if we put all this aside in the name of cultural progression, why cant we do the same with graves?
I have heard this one arguement posed evertime i raise this issue. I also think that it is very lame! The arguement goes that when the dead are buried in their compounds, it is a sighn of respect and love! Does it mean that those who cremate their dead love them any less? In any case the love you claim to be giving the dead should have been lavished on them when they were alive. Not when they are with their maker or wherever it is folks go to when they pass on!
Ghost town
Shiny toy guns