Mwaniki creatives

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...

Evening again-amber lurid golden sunbeams bidding the day goodbye, a silhouette of what had transpired through out the day Upper primary school kids buzzing all over with some sibilant voice as they conversed incessantly And to those few kids whose parents assumed total responsibility or let's say it's just being paranoid and bothered to meet their children at the gate did so-called this is a fiction no lie it never happened, and if it did not in my primary school To those few-fuzzy to the teachers but to them excellent thinkers who on weekends would weed on some farms or burn charcoal to get some money were all over the small kiosks which sold chapatis  You know I loved chapatis as we all did -until later in my late teens that I realized it was not some precious food but a survival, you get what I'm talking about; with some little madondo and a day is gone Money surpasses everything  even a minion of Son of Man; Judas sold Him for as little as 30 silver, mind you just caut...