Mwaniki creatives

 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...