HIGH SCHOOL CHRONICLES : INTERLUDE

Things my mom taught me were wrong: 1. Reading another person’s diary without their permission. No wonder they invented diaries with padlocks.2. Lying.It is too much work, not worth it, and also too much work. Meh.Also, speech is silver, silence is golden. The cure to the human condition?1. Safaricom’s YouTube bundle, for only 10 bob

SEPTEMBER BLUES 1.2

It is September again. It is blank September. The recurring theme. It came too soon, didn’t it? It was just the beginning of August the other day and we were all blasting Taylor Swift from our speakers. 🎶 But I can see us lost in the memory, August slipped away into a moment in time,

HIGH SCHOOL CHRONICLES PT 3 – BAD DAY AT SCHOOL

So, its 0510hrs. I am from watching a sad drama. Today’s post is definitely sticking to that theme. This is the prototype of a really bad day for a junior at the great school. For reference, a junior is a student in their first or second year of high school while a senior is a

HIGH SCHOOL CHRONICLES PT 2

I think it is really a pity that my mother taught me manners. Because I really want to drag some people. By name. Why am I writing about high school years after I have been there? High school, at least in my education system, takes up four out your six teenage years. Teenage hood is

HIGH SCHOOL CHRONICLES

I don’t actually remember the reporting date,the date when I joined high school. I could check from the admission letter of course, which I still have. But I’m too lazy. I just remember it was a cold morning. So cold, as Kikuyu almost always is. I was probably among the earliest, since my father is

MEMORY LANE

Sometimes, I wonder if I am the only one who remembers some things. Like does this girl and her horde of brothers remember pushing me down to the ground just outside my house in lower primary? Does this teacher remember calling me out of class after an essay writing test and telling me that my

CIGARETTES AND HURRICANES

I want to write. I’ve been thinking how to start for a while now. I don’t know how to, and it’s driving me crazy. I hate it. There’s so much I want to say. But my mind is blank. Yet words are chocking me. Beating against my rib cage. Clawing my chest. Asking, demanding to

SEPTEMBER BLUES

I guess blank September is becoming sort of a recurring theme for me. September is the month after my birthday month. And trust me, I have had few things to be happy about in August since birth. I probably have had more losses in August than any other time of the year. Or maybe the

SIMBA

He was a mix of a German shepherd and a breed I don’t know. He was special. White paws, socks, I like to call them, because of the way the white patch came just below his knee joints, brown fur with another white patch at the tip of his tail. I called him Simba (Lion),

ROCK BOTTOMLESS

PAYING HOMAGE

Today I pay homage to one of my favorite poets, Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron Tennyson FRS (6 August 1809 – 6 October 1892) was an English poet. He was the Poet Laureate during much of Queen Victoria’s reign. In 1829, Tennyson was awarded the Chancellor’s Gold Medal at Cambridge for one of

SUNDAY HUMOR

This, I truly believe! 😂😂

NEWS FLASH

1. Conspiracy theories. 2. Does that satisfy your vanity? 3. It is all for naught. 4. Subtle manipulation, instant gratification. 5. The less you know, the better for you . 6. So what if nobody else thinks the same? 7. Nothing is what it seems like. Just nothing. 8. The opposite of love is indifference.

BREATH

Yesterday was gratifying.Abit. But enough. I didn’t have to wake up early and go to work. And it wasn’t too cold either.I was up by 5am of course. Out of habit. But I didn’t have to get out of bed. So I stayed in bed and made a new playlist while listening to an old

IMAGINARY

Chatty is used to describe one who is very talkative. For example, I would say, I am feeling quite chatty to mean that I am in a talkative mood.So, what would do you use when you’re in the mood for writing? Writty? Is it okay to say that I am in a writyy mood? I

SMALL TALK AND A POST

So the other day, someone asked me, what kind of writer are you? Guess what I did instead of answering. No, just guess. I laugh alot. People mistake, confuse, relate, and equate laughing to happiness. Bunch of foolish people. They’re the farthest things from each other, rest assured . Sometimes I laugh because my life

ABOUT TODAY

So today, (Tuesday, July 12th 2022), I had a really rough time. I’ve spent a large part of the day pretty much mad, pissed and all those negative emotions. Why, you ask? Well, don’t get me started. Anyway, owing to my dark moods, I got a really horrible migraine and low blood pressure? Riddle me

LOVE

PART 1, He was tall,Not too tall, but tall enough to shield me from the scorching sun and the biting winds. He was strong, Not too strong, but strong enough that I always believed that if the sky fell he would hold it up for me. He was dark,Not too dark, but dark enough that

MOON CHILD

So the other day while going home from work, I chanced upon a full moon 🌕. Well, not exactly chanced, I am a devoted moon watcher, so I always try watch the sky every night. The night sky is magical, I’d recommend star gazing any day. So back to what I was saying,I was entranced

THOUGHTS

THOUGHTS : SONG BY SASHA ALEX SLOAN ThoughtsSometimes, I just can’t control my thoughtsNo medication’s ever made them stopAll I think about is everything I’m notInstead of everything I got‘Cause I’m scared they’re all laughing, so I make the joke firstIf I beat ’em to the punchline, then I can’t get hurtYeah, I swear to