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Am not really known for short stories but what the heck as it just so happens this is a short story. And if am going to write one it might as well be this one. So this then as the title suggests is the story of Two girls and a Gift Card... It all started with one of my friends having a long week you remember how it was like in school around exam time. Hectic term papers, presentations, exams and killing research. So I thought to myself how about a pick me up... Since we all know campus is no place for success cards, (unless yo playing a prank on someone, hmm maybe I should try that some day), I once again thought to myself how about a gift Card. So I went shopping never mind that it was 8:30 on a Sunday evening. I got to the supermarket and since I had earlier told myself I was going shopping I did some shopping got some of those usual bachelor shopping basket items bread, biscuits, milk, tomato sauce etc. Then I set out to get what I was really here for a Gift Card. Now if you k...

THIS IS IT I'M OUT This is it I'm out can't do this no more, yet I gots' to am that brother trying not to get broken, that brother trying not to break nothing, that brother who be giving breaks but I can't get one. This is it I'm out fresh out of chances though I still got to give more than one. Chance favors the prepared mind, best prepare me for one Lord, am that brother looking for a chance, can I get one This is it I'm out done being done though I eint done much, need to do more, can I do more, the more I give the more it takes, Dear Lord can I give more. Take it all just leave me enough to give. Am that brother trying to be best I can be Lord let me be that brother that does but never that brother that gets done for. This is it I'm out Don count me out, stop counting coz numbers can't gauge me. Am that brother trying to get my math right figures be tight but I got to get this figured out Take anything from me Lord ju...

They say life is a big stage But see I have to be careful coz death can upstage me. So I'll take it as it comes This is my one off performance Straight up no takes Take that again it might be my Chance, There goes my shot. So I'll take to the small stage if need be, Coz I can only do this once. I'll make mistakes Hope I'll get it right. Give it all I got coz this eint no performance, Hopefully I Will get it right Eint no question 'bout it, The only contention is when. Coz when I get it right the actor that plays me, Will have the chance to take it from the top again, And since its the movies they'll get me wrong anyway. This is my Life no one can out play me. Feels like the last curtain call, Watch closely before the curtain falls. Hopefully the titles on my tombstone get it right, Coz here I rest in peace My life's in pieces, fragmented memories of me linger. Yet in one a assembled piece the soul shall depart. Life's one big sta...

Costumes People go to bed every evening. They wake up every morning. Some wake up on the wrong side of the bed, others wake up on the same side of the bed every day, some coz they cannot stand the person in bed with them, others coz they are too lazy to roll over to the other side, but most because there is no other side of the bed. But they all have one thing in common. Its their life... Some love it, Some hate it, But most accept it. They dress up, Some take a shower, They all have morning rituals. But while some are excited over the long day ahead, Others just want it to end. While most go to work, Others to school, Some don even know where to go. The moment they walk out the door, They all become what society expects them to be students, teachers, patients, doctors, criminals, lawyers, judges, police (and yes some of them are Administration Police), politicians, workers, jobless, journalist, actors, film makers, artist, musicians.... They all have a role. Wh...

Kitu miaka 47 badaye Grandpa i know we never met i guess life is funny like that... Am jus fillin you in on the details...You succeeded in freeing our country some think you did it for mount kenya and keep reminding others that you and their kinsmen fought hard for this land... But talkin to grandma i understand that you never thought of it as your land but as one country fightin for lands you had never seen and with people whose language you never understood I wish you were here to tell this idiots that you just wanted a free country and did not care about languages tribes religions regions or power... Forgive my language i mean you no disrespect but this idiots really fucked up our country..Only two years ago we turned on each other people were slaughtered by their countrymen the way the british slaughtered your friends in their concentration camps... I wish you were here to tell them that Odinga and Mboya were part of the resistance that they paid for it more than many did in...

BIG SHAME… FOR THE LAST 2000 YEARS SEX HAS BEEN USED AS A WEAPON TO INTIMIDATE MANIPULATE AND EVEN HUMILIATE PEOPLE. MOST AFFECTED HAVE BEEN THE WOMEN USED AS SEX SLAVES, GIFTS TO KINGS DIPLOMATS, EVEN USED AS INTELLIGENCE ASSETS IN THE SPY WORLD. WHEN REBELS ATTACK A VILLAGE THEY RAPE TO DEHUMANIZE THE MEN TO MAKE THEM FEEL WORTHLESS THEY SAY ‘WHAT KIND OF MAN CANNOT EVEN PROTECT HIS WOMAN FROM BEING RAPED AND RAVAGED BY OTHER MEN’. SO WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH KENYAN WOMEN LEADERS? FOR THE LAST ONE YEAR WOMEN ALL OVER THE WORLD HAVE BEEN LOBBING TO STOP THE USE OF SEX AS A WEAPON OF WAR. TO END THE NOTION THAT VICTORY IN A WAR MEANS RAPE AND PILLAGE. SEX SHOULD NOT BE USED AS A WEAPON AND FOR KENYAN WOMEN TO LEGITIMIZE THE USE OF SEX AS SUCH IS TO JUSTIFY ALL EVILS THAT COME WITH IT. NO DOUBT SEX IS POWERFUL BUT AS QUICK AS THE ITCH LASTS SO DOES IT’S POWER. CLEOPATRA MAY HAVE CONCURRED ROME WITH IT BUT IN THE END SHE DID NOT RULE ROME, ROME RULED HER. SO FOR AN EDUCATED WOMAN IN T...

The three Fs of life   So am fading away... how do i know that. well when you loose the three Fs of life (family, friends and faith) then you know yo in shit.... so where do i start... ok so one i have not seen most of my friends in like two no three no make tthat three months... when i bump into them i don seem to have much to say ... why the slung has changed the jokes is different... the memories they have is all new and i eint in them people is like 'remember that.... the guy with the... i .... and you ... then.... did...' and am like aaahh!!! and then they are like no henry you was not there and am like ok.... not their fault am just the kinda idiot that fails to show up at plots around town... i mean i always find some excuse not to go... that does it from now on am in on all plots i want my friends back... then family mhh... thats a tough one... my bros and mum we are tight and ok thank God we talk on the phone like every other weekend... i see them twice thrice a month....