Mwaniki creatives

 We all offer different kinds of oblation ranging from gold, silver and farm yielding not depending on our capabilities but on our hearts, but this girl is behind me again. She's holding a box of cake wrapped in a blue gift wrapping paper. She gives me the eyes again and smiles broadly exposing her well arranged white teeth I hadn't noticed before. Isaac Newton noticed that the apples were falling to ground not upwards because he was interested, it's all a matter of interest. As we wait for Fathers benediction, I notice she's in a necklace with an incomplete love-heart-shaped pendant. Maybe she had brought me here to complete the pendant! Who knows?  The mass is over and each one is running to get back to their houses, some to catch some much yearned sleep, some to quench the thirst for their phones and some to let loose their herds of sheep. But some of us for we know no one standing at the church door and waiting everyone walk away so that we can trail slowly was what...

 Let's talk of death! Someone reminds me that to know how to live you've to be conscious of impending death; you've to act as if it's coming tomorrow; you've to be entirely prepared. But how do you prepare to die or rather how do we?  When I think of depth of grave and kilos of strata of sand that are going to be thrown to me when I die; there is no need to harm my brother or create hatred. When I think of darkness that pervades the tomb after it's closed; there is no need not to shine one's candle with mine.  When I think of heat driven back by ground and the amount of water that will drain me during rains; I can't let my neighbour suffer.  When I think that one day I'll be abandoned by all; I prefer to enjoy communion when I'm alive.  When I think all my relationships are cut off;  I would give each one a hug and a little snuggle and probably do a kiss.  When I think I'll be buried in only one outfit and probably decay within few days; why ...

 It's a chilly Sunday morning. Well, this day I woke up early. I know I'm a medicine student and the society has the notion that we should never sleep, we should be on our books! We oulisikia wapi? 10 o'clock is that time I unfold my sweet warm comfy duvet or as Cartoon Comedian put it in that funny accent, "sio kwa ubaaaad, ndio nimearise, ndio kushine!". But today it's different, it's different because I'm hearing the presiding father with some italian accent announce that today was a Eucharist Sacrifice. For the better part of my life and even today I don't know what that really means. But today I'm here; in a strange place.  It's during the process of following the procession that I'm somewhat unaware of the protocols I make to reflect back. What really brought me here? It has been 6 months now since I attended a church service but after so long I'm here. Well, I'm an usher at KeMU chapel and for me I would say it was a quen...

 It's me again, this time no pretence, no big words, no fiction; just me! 20 years of age and I'm here with a pen and a paper trying to pen to me. This is weird I know but that self Love is important! How can you have a milk bar yet your children never had some? So this is the superior Mwaniki trying to reach out to the inferior Mwaniki. 20 years of age and there are things that you did and other you didn't do that makes you unique. But Mwaniki do you know six without the 's' is nine? So this is you; this is you completely naked and consciously competent of all yours weaknesses and strengths. This is you, celebrating another year.  And so in the 30th day of the ninth month of calendar year according to ISO 8601 norm, a cry from a baby boy was heard, the previous 2 had been from girls and this one was different. My parents, just like any other African parents, conservative of the weight of boy child were glad of this. Little did they knew that this was the only boy t...

 She!  It's 3am. The world is fast asleep but she's wild away tossing her mind with wild thoughts. She feels helpless and worthless, pillow is soaked in tears and the fear of adding tears to the already over flooded pillow holds her back. She groans as she takes yet another turn in her rather uncomfortable wet bed. She uncovers herself from the cold blanket and encounters sounds of buzzing mosquitoes trying to feast on her bitterly flavoured dark blood. The smell from fetid bin near her bedside forces her to cover herself again. She remembers the pile of unwashed dishes which cooked food she didn't even eat. If her mind serves her right she can't remember the last time she had genuine meal or a bath. Her stomach gutters groanly with pain from the cramps that seem to take an eternity to fade away. A genuine smile is never a vocabulary in her life. She wears masks and a fake smile coupled with make up to hide the rot in her entire body. She's hurting, she's breaki...

 Life moves first; from the first time when you cry and everyone around is all happy to an all over and happy child to a struggling confused overjudgy teenager to that time when everyone is gloomy over your send off. You know things move soo faster and before you realize it, it has taken almost a jubilee of your life; no wonder the sages say  life's alchemy starts at 40. It's being 6 years now. I must admit that at first I never knew what this meant but now it's evident you need no explanation.  When grandpa handed me a bow and a quiver full with several arsenal[read arrows] I thought it was too early. I was barely 13 at this time and my naïve unexposed mind couldn't comprehend all that. Within few months I was to his hut again, this time not for ammunition at all but for something else. A treasury. A gem. In the rear of his shamba-it wasn't big though- laid and hitherto lies an apiary. Lemme tell you about beehives and what they mean to my country people.  It was a...

Toom and desolate streets, business not as usual -some calmness and order in the pavements. Noise from the unroadworthy automobiles with old irritative to tympanic membrane engines ceased-a silent world. The skies taking a rest once since time immemorial from these manmade birds which complicates the universe and make it a small village; you mean from Nairobi to Mombasa in 45 minutes?  Who knew the airports would be deserted and lack their function? And for the horry politicians who had made the sky their resident; visiting each city this universe could offer, they're now settled in the underdeveloped and contrary to what they call developing,an undeveloping country. You mean Maasai Mara and Serengeti would arrest to experience the perenial visitors who came to slake their curiosity? It's now what it was made to be-a a wild place with no human interference.  Learning institutions abandoned, students residing from home now; the teachers having no class to see have optioned to o...

Gloomy 4th day of the week according to ISO 8601 norm. Wait, lemme confirm if I got the figures right. It's saddening. It's doleful no wonder the weather is no longer gay, Wednesday was no longer the Queen's hump day -it's a day to bewail wll these the Eve's look alike have to pass through.  Eyes glued to the TV, with folks around and my little lovely sister. Then boom, it's a call-my phone was on the table, then  Allan Walkers Sing me to sleep draws all and sundry's attention to it. It's a beautiful nice name written in French-they say French is a romantic language but no difference to Luhya- posseted with numerous shouting love emojis. I've to walk out and answer though this time it didn't take the usual hours it does.  I'm back,a little high-strung ready to say the habitual "sorry for that" without even meaning it. But nobody really bothers this time with all the heed on the TV. I couldn't believe that, why did the beautifull...

Like poetastery and blurred vision on a rainy,misty morning it began A step at a step, slowly like a toddler learning how to walk Although some of us learnt to walk not so slowly, we learnt supporting ourselves on maize seedlings weeding Slow, steady-intrinsically moving -but sure I was sure it was headed for greatness  The first few feet covered by beautiful scenery of flowers-ooh no! beautiful is what Yeats termed as a funny, moking understatement-this transcended beauty It was more than beautiful, covered by flowers of different colours roses, carnations, peonies, dahlias, alstroemerias, gardenias, lilies, orchids and Daisies The Daisies as it is in capitals it was more widespread to be precise they were Gerbera Daisies They were everywhere, looked amazing and masked all the other flowers and its scent was dominant For those unheedy students of life's alchemy or those jomifwadhi as Agola would say in her novel would  presumably say that the whole cacophony was covered by Ge...