CAMPUS RELATIONSHIPS
Show me a campus student who hasn’t been in a relationship and I will show you a saint!
Some say it is a passing phase in our formative years. Having a relationship in campus is as normal as taking a cup of tea. Anyone who doesn’t belong to this category is more often than not labeled as a social pariah. Everybody is dating, student verses student, students and lectures, students and working class people. All these comprise of the dating bracket in campus. Why do people enter into these relationships in campus?
Society bestows standards by which people conduct themselves and live in, campus is a society and as such there are rules. Perhaps the paramount reason why students get into campus relationships is to fit in. join first year, totally green and realize that your superiors are all in relationships, so it is the in thing, why not join the bandwagon? Before long you are neck deep in it, you are breaking hearts left right, you heart is being broken and you are in the system. Thus you now belong. Everybody is doing it, why not me? This is the question that comes to everyone’s lips when the question of why they are in relationships is posed.
Most campus relationships are based on sex. Students get into such relationships basically for sex. In never hurts anyone because they understand that it is just for a while. Students have managed to work out a system that is commonly referred to as “friends with benefits” the benefits here being sex. Most of us did our high school in public boarding school and never got the chance to explore our sexuality. Campus offers that opportunity where you can engage and explore these avenues. There is no parental supervision or societical judges. It is campus. Everyone is having a roll in the hay. This is amid the numerous abstinence campaigns by those labeled as :holier than though activists in campus” am not by any chance glorifying sexual relations, am just pointing out the obvious and calling a spade a spade! Not everyone is doing it though. One spoilt apple does not spoil the whole basket. At least one or two will escape the rot.
There are some relationships that are based purely on favors. Often, these kinds of relationships are practiced by ladies. It also involves sex. This is not to say that men are innocent for there are a few practitioners. Lectures and staff are the other party players here too. At times students just offer themselves yet at times it is the lectures who as for those “favors’ sex for better marks and other educational favors that can be offered in campus.
Some relationships are about finances. Man can never be equal in terms of finances. There are students who come from well to do families and have the capabilities of maintaining a certain lifestyle. Other students want to ape this but lack the means. They resort to other means, like dating sugar daddies and sugar mommies. Students who engage in these usually have boyfriends and girlfriends their own age and still keep sugar daddies. The sugar daddy if the finances and when they need emotional attachment, the boyfriend or girlfriend comes into play.
Then there is the category that practices real love, there is that couple who show up together everywhere, live together and are obviously in love. These kinds of relationships are based on honest feeling and attachment to each other. They are bound to blossom into fruitful marriages if kept on. Such couples are usually known around campus and accorded the respect they deserve. Nobody messes with them.
Most relations in campus don’t last though, sadly! The expression “untill holidays do us apart” comes into play. Students stay together until when they go for their long holidays and unless they come from the same area back at home, the relationships tend to break apart. The coming of a new academic year sees some pick up from where they left or look for new partners. It is very rare to be in campus and just have a relationship with just one person, the average number is usually three by the time you are completing campus. And those are the good ones.
Can campus students really exist without relationships, without the sex and just concentrate on learning? No! it would be a lie. In traditional African society, the age at which people join campus could have been the prime age for marriage. In modern society, that is when most youth are discovering their potential, what they can do and what they cannot do. It is also around this age that most of them are broaching the idea of marriage. Denying them the opportunity to date (interact) will rob them of an experience that will come in handy when they decide to settle down. So yeah, let them find out for themselves what is like, let them break a few hearts, let them have their hearts broken for when the right time comes, they will be wiser.

OF MAIDENS AND FLOWERS

WHAT BECAME OF LOVE?

Whatever happened to giving ladies flowers? What became of the cliche and novelty of romance? What became of a symbol so lovely and fragrant as to sway hearts? Perhaps time caught on? Perhaps times a changing? It is sad that the old conventions are dying away, Replaced by tokens that seem so empty and plastic. Plastic in the literal sense, think ATM cards and plastic money. Think electronic gadgets and car keys. The competition to outdo each other in pleasing a maiden these lies with the amount of cash one has to spend to get the attention of a lady. And sadly most of these tokens are without meaning

What became of the days when ladies got swept off their feet by gallantry and a broad chest and sinewy arms? When the sign of a man’s rippling muscles could make ladies flock to him? What became of the ruggedness that screamed MAN! The neo modern man is a joke. I don’t want to seem cynical when I argue this point, but really? Manicures, pedicures, complicated hair products that could put a models dressing table to shame, and the dressing, what the hell are men wearing these days? Yellow skinny pants really?

Love has lost its meaning; it has been replaced by lust and necessity. Necessity because people are getting into relationships to satisfy society. Not because they want to but because they have to. Because society expects that of them and they do not want to be outcasts. Funny how society divides people. Our forefathers must be turning in their graves at the amount of sex people are having these days. Almost every object in the 21^st century is portrayed sexually. sex is no longer that holy act that was meant for bed chambers and only adults. 12 year olds can school you about sex these days. Heck there are even 9 year old getting pregnant.

Since this was about maidens and flowers let’s go back to that, shall we? Girls love flowers, am yet to see a girl who will frown at a flower that has been presented as a gift to her. Unless of course she is allergic to pollen and she starts sneezing the moment you present the flowers to her. That could be downright bad. Most of the ‘trendy’ (do that quote sign with your fingers) flowers if I may use that word are roses. This flower has been used so much for so long that variations on its presentation has come up. Which brings me to the question, who coins these things? A red rose to mean…, a pink…, a white…, the number of roses you present someone also have a significant meaning, like being sorry, asking for ones hand in marriage, asking to be engaged, proclaiming your love… blah blah. Now the Kenyan man has no idea what any of those symbols mean. To him a rose is acts a symbol of proclaiming love. He cares not for the color or the number unless he has an aesthetical eye or he is a stickler to detail.  I saw a picture of a green rose, with a water drop hanging on its base. It was just something I stumbled upon on the internet. Does a green rose exist in real life? I was too lazy to google that shit at that moment.   

A little piece of my mind, there are so many flowers out there. It doesn’t have to be bought in a flower shop for it to represent what its meant to. Since it’s a symbol, even that little beautiful shrub that grows by your gate could suffice.   

 snow patrol | just say yes

AN ODE TO NAIROBI

We upcountry folk always hear the scariest stories about Nairobi. We hear of muggers, traffic jams, the crowds and of how expensive it is to live in Nairobi. The painted picture is usually gory in which makes us see only what we want to see.
 No one mentions that it a beautiful town with beautiful people. No one tells you of the magnificent grandeur of The KICC, that is one beautiful building. They always neglect to mention how the skyline looks at night to someone who had never seen so many lights before; Its hypnotic! Not to waste too many words trying to describe it! No one mentions the Heroes of Independence standing proud in monument! Dedan Kimathi,Tom mboya, All standing in proud defiance. All town, other statues stand guard, like those home guards on (I forget the street's name)... and the others.
There is a hidden place called Agha khan walk, I can never seem to find it though, I get lost every time. But I love sitting there! Why didn't anyone ever tell me how peaceful and quiet it is just be  sitting there, a stone throw distance away from the madness that is Kencom bus station?
Did I mention I love food? And the number of fast food joints in Nairobi to a guy who comes from upcountry is mind boggling. Every street u walk down has its own aromas calling to you. Not to mention the number of restaurants available all over the city. You can never find a burger upcountry, and then there it is, fat and succulent, you bite of a big chunk and chew slowly, an explosion of bliss shocks your taste buds. You pause and sigh in obvious pleasure, then you continue to chew, you add some ketchup to the remaining burger. If the first bite was bliss, this is better than that.
Have you visited Uhuru park on a cold June morning just for the thrill of it? Looked at the ponds, contemplated taking one if the boats out? Started feeding biscuits to those little adorable fish that come up grab and disappear?
Lets go downtown, shall we? Meja Mwangi has a novel called "Going Down River Road". I found myself on Grogan road, Someone once told me if you want motor spare parts that's the place to go, and I wanted to go to Ngara and visualize how Ben lived. A friend bought me soup in some shady hotel in Nyamakima. The soup was whitish! I dint like it but I drank it anyway. Down to the last drop. I stood at the fire-station and envisioned it in black and white, from a newspaper mug shot I'd seen. Then I went down river road, I dint get robbed, which was disappointing.  further down towards Jack and Jill. It no longer stands but I think that name will carry on forever! There it ended.
 I bade Ben Goodbye and went into Muthurwa. They were right though. It stinks! And everywhere you pass someone is trying to grab your arm forcefully in an attempt to convince you to buy their wares!The human traffic is stifling. Not to forget the innumerable number of mugger looking types who idle there. Did you know that as bogus as the market looked, a whooping 700 million was used to construct it? Or that the initial plan included a hospital, a banking hall and a police post?
Out to feel what a Nairobian faces everyday other waking day I got stuck in traffic for an hour and a half, just sweating it and wondering how much time was lost thus daily. It also reminded me of that No stress Nivea advert, (and I gotta try that perfume by the way)  . Which reminds me, the stretch between Jogoo road roundabout to Muthurwa is never without jam, Never have I used it and found traffic moving, its always bumper and bumper. On that part they were right.
I continue to get lost almost daily as I explore our Kenyan capital. All this is without regrets to say the least for I embrace the men do not ask for directions thing. Stop looking at me like that. Google maps on my Huawei Ideos seems to get me lost all the time too. The other day as I was coming from work, riding the company bus, I passed my stop and spent the better part of the evening touring Eastland. I alighted at my stop on the return trip and I have to admit I was impressed by the conversation the driver was having with the guys who work night duty. Those who were riding the bus back that is.
This is not a story about Nairobi.
This is an ode to Nairobi.

  

Dusk

The ebbing rays of the sun
On the horizon as it goes down
With dreams and wishes
Of a better tomorrow as it rises
That I may be a better childe
And glow in my pride
Lets give way to the dark
So we may revel in the light when it comes back
So try and read my mind
Be surprised not by what you find
For I like the dark
That comes with dusk

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
 

I VOTED.

All the way, from the deserts in the north to the swamps at coast and the marshes in the west, Kenyans voted. As early as four am, some were already at their respective polling stations waiting patiently to cast their vote. In some estates some youths were blowing vuvuzelas and chanting slogans encouraging people to go vote. There was talk of some touts refusing to carry you if you did not have the voters mark on you! In the scorching march sun, all braved the smothering heat and queued, lines stretching and snaking as long as a kilometer! Still as if not enough,  others braved the evening cold! A mother delivered a baby in one queue. The baby was promptly named 'AMANI'. Another lady collapsed and died! She was old. No one should die in an queue. No one!
So far, in the history of Kenyan voting, this election has produced the largest voter turnout! Is it that the population has gone up, IEBC actually did its work or have Kenyans finally decided that they cant afford not to vote? Maybe it is a mix of all that! Perhaps Kenyans want change, perhaps we just want to test out how the devolution government turns out! One thing i can proudly say without any fear of contradiction whatsoever is, we want something new! We are tired of the 'naomba serikali, 'haki yetu' slogans, we are tired of having squatters living in our backyards, we are tired of watching our youth turn into meaningless idlers because of unemployment! We are tired of scandals in the government on who has embezzled funds, we are tired of the numerous commissions that get to investigate ghost cases that more often than not bear no fruit!
Which gets me to the question 'do you know why you voted?' Were just swept along by the crowds, do u have your interests at heart? Do u think whomever you voted in will fulfill or at least address your issues? I know of people whom to the last day did not have any idea why they wanted to vote, i know of some people who said they could not vote because they saw no one deserving enough for their votes, I know of people who were swept into some parties because of their friends and because they did not want to feel left out! I also know of some die hard party campaigners. Noise makers really, The ones who will find u peacefully quiet enjoying your time and start selling u points on their candidate, not caring about yours. "So, why did you vote?"
Kenya is a young nation, As such it has the opportunity of learning from other nations mistakes! It can not a afford to learn from its mistakes, The international world is watching! I hate that by the way, everyone know how difficult it is to ape big brother! Especially if he was the type who aced everything! We are trying to compare ourselves with countries that date back centuries! Britain, France, America etc. Countries whose history is more than one can ever read in a lifetime. Then there is the pressure to do things the 'right way' (read 'their way'). Cant they just let us find our own way? We are barely half a century old with barely any experience in voting at all! Elections held five times do not  really qualify as experience to me, If a job were to be advertised and one of the qualifications was work experience, well Kenya could lose out!

Am writing this with fingers crossed, My prayers that Kenyans don't decide to go medieval and replay the 2007/2008 nightmare! That i will wake up tomorrow and have a new president, a new senator, a new governor  a new woman rep etc., That all kin and sundry will flock to Uhuru Park to watch the inauguration of our new president! Above all I Pray that everyone accepts the new president with no qualms! Kenya is a strong country, we will survive!

Survivor-muse