Mwaniki creatives

 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...

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...