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About a month ago I had the singular honor of meeting the most romantic hitherto remain unnamed couple. There is nothing really special about their story they are just ordinary people, a Jack and Jill of their time. If you see them holding hands on the street they are John and Jane Doe they can pass for anyone, they are anyone, they are you and me. Jack and Jill met three years ago Jack was 35 Jill was 32, they were too old to be single at least for their generation. You see all their friends were and still are married with children enrolled in primary school hell some have kids in secondary school. They like me are late bloomers… Jack and Jill did not even notice each other, Jack was too particular about who he wants to marry, the proverbial miss perfect. Now Jill on the other hand had only one criterion Rich and successful but would settle for young and upwardly mobile. Jack and Jill tied the knot two months ago in a small church in a no name town too small for most of you to eve...

So… what if I, Saw you So… What if I, Walked up to you  What if I, Said hi  What if you, Said hi back  What if I, Smiled at you  What if you, Smiled back  So… What if I, Struck up a conversation  What if you, Talked to me So… What if I, Asked for your number  What if you, Gave it to me  What if I, Called you  What if you, Picked up my call  What if I, Asked you out W hat if you, Said yes  So… What if I, Took you out  What if I, Cracked a joke  What if you, Laughed  What if I, Asked you to dance with me  And What if weee, Danced the night away  What if I, Pulled a chair for you  What if I, Walked you home  What if I, Looked into you eyes  What if you, Never looked away  So… What if I, Kissed you on the door step  What if you, Kissed me back  What if I, Said good night  What if I, Liked you ...

Everyone is destined to be someone. Everyone is someone. Everyone is destined to be something. Everyone is something. We are all destined for greatness. However, we are not all entitled to be great. Greatness, like all achievements, must be earned – not attained. Some are bound to cast great shadows, others to quiver under the shadows of those greater than themselves. Yet it is in some of our destinies to cast great shadows over others’ greatness. We should never, however, take it upon ourselves to trample on the dreams of others, cast our shadows beyond our reach. For it is befallen upon us to remember that those we cast our shadows on often are responsible for shining the light on us. Our success is but a reflection of their hard work. Our greatness is afforded only by their tolerance of our shortcomings. In the end, we must always remember pride comes before a fall and every fall is a push from those who dwell in the very shadows cast by our greatness – the very whispers that stabbe...

The National Anthem, no other song invokes such emotion. Its like a moment between the feeling of heavenly presence ignited by prayer, a divine connection and the feeling of being caught up in the enjoyment of a dance. That moment when you get caught in the rhythm of the dance and you can feel the beat synchronize with your heartbeat. It is at that moment we remember the cost of freedom, the bloodshed by few that many maybe free. The blood emblem that is on our flag, one that we must guard with shield and spear, that the many whose skin color is on that very flag, that there land may forever be green and in two strips of white peace may prevail. It is in that moment that I know they are playing your song grandpa. The song of freedom fighters, a prayer for their children and generations to come. One Flag, One Nation, One People Called Kenya. Let Us Now Sing That One Song That Gave Birth To Our Nation. Raise That One Flag In Remembrance Of Our Freedom Fighters. Let Us Dance To It And In...

NEW BEGINNINGS Again, here we are and I find myself trying to write a short story - not my forte. Once again, who cares coz I’m going to write one anyway. God knows it’s hard enough to write a blog. Apparently so does Willis Raburu. So here we go. I am poor at relationships. I’m sure that's no surprise to anyone who was foolish enough to fall for my silly lines. It’s not so much that I don't believe in Love than that I just don't see the point. If I was to be mean to myself, I'd have titled this piece “One jackass and a few gullible women”. But I rather like myself so this then is me being optimistic about some emotion called love and hoping I can hack it. Ok, where to start? Oh yes, last year (or was it two years ago?). I meet this rather hot miss, and by hot I mean I was totally taken by her. Let’s not do descriptions; would not want people figuring out who she is. So “a rather hot miss” will have to do. She was the last person I thought I'd ever date but th...

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...