JOSEPH OWAGA.

Well, you know the buzz that comes with getting to campus. The new friends we make, the cliques we form, some of which end up lasting a lifetime...friends become family they say.  This was us. Vincent, Justus and I, right from the first day on campus we had 'cliqued'. We did have our own share of disappointment, quarrels and fall outs but all in all we have maneuvered. The power of solid bonds you know. But in campus you make your own world, and what is in a campus dude’s world if not fame and girls, yes girls.  For Vincent, he was the most chilled in the group yet he had the largest share of ladies. I really don’t know what there is that girls see in chilled men. I am a chilled man yet…okay, okay. I’m not that chilled though, don’t give me that look. But I also had my own share of ladies too you know, a little world but do I say? I am a contented man. So, to me little was enough. Then there was Justus, the funniest in our group, but with zero lady power, that’s sad, right?...

  Men, you should be aware that Hiba Abouk, Hakimi’s wife, is not indigent or struggling financially. She is secure enough to live comfortably, but I have a nagging doubt: Why would she request more than half of her husband’s fortune? Unknown subsurface phenomena exists. Men, you shouldn’t be feeling like you are now on top because of Hakimi’s action. Women can work hard to own assets. You shouldn’t be like women are nothing and your mothers are more important. As a result, we shouldn’t treat this issue as if you’re doing women a favor by marrying them, and we shouldn’t talk as if they can’t work hard to own assets. This makes me bitter as a toxic man. Can this man now be contented? After his wife filed for divorce, Achraf Hakimi will now receive half of her wealth. However, I still believe that something deeper is what has motivated this. I’ll be the first to say that it makes me glad to see evil people punished by the rules of nature. And for that reason, I can kind of feel okay ...

                               One thing about me, I think and think a lot. Mostly over nonsensical things. Sometimes I don’t think at all. Whenever I walk past a stranger on the streets, I can't help but think what they are thinking about.   If only I had powers to read minds, to know what thoughts are stuffed up in their heads. But the look on their faces says it all. It’s tough, this life. As I walk through the fields, I find myself questioning the grass. Why is the grass green? What if the grass was red, not green? Feels weird, right?   Then I remember my science teacher had mentioned something about chlorophyll, the green colouring pigment in plants. But still, who said chlorophyll should be green and not red? And who is this that gets to have a say about grass being green and not red, and who gives him the power to decide this? For a fact, it’s not my fault that I am like this. I am...