JOSEPH OWAGA.

  Maybe I shouldn't call you Or leave a message at all Maybe I should forget you, And forget all about last night. The memories are haunting my soul The sneaky sneaky days  The shivers you sent down my spine,  When our lips touch for the first time.  I believe you can't remember them but  I been patient for a while right now But these questions in my head They're slowly sending me to my grave Please give me a sign For I can't take this anymore. Was it all a lie? When you said tomorrow is coming. Tell me was that magical moment fake For I can't figure out the answer on my own. I know we didn't intend to, You had me and I've always  belived the same.  But tha...  I mean the sparkling hunger I wish I saw in your eyes while  typing Was it all a facade or a sign for us to begin something new. H. eR

When I first met you  I felt like I have known you forever   Telling you my secrets and what  I didn't want ever. You listened to me. I get you thought I'd never end   Who would have thought  We would become more than just friends ? Over a period of time  I got to know the real you . A girl so caring and gentle  , With a heart so true . You have survived your life  With hurt and loneliness by your side . I told you I'd never leave  Because of the feelings I have inside I know you  Like no one I have ever known . And some time I wonder  What I'd do if you gone So  I have decided  Time answers all. If it's meant to be Time will remove the wall . I love the way we are together You always makes me smile  Will it really be forever ? I guess I will have to wait a little  Time will reveal what lies ahead, But always remember What I have said ...  And I really love you so . The feelings I have for you I ne...

All around me is a mad world, Out of the light I don’t want any part of it Infact, after all this trial and error I wish I had a button to press and reset Maybe then would I be able to clear the history Out of people’s heads Not wanting my failure to be my identity But before then It’s time to say goodnight. All around me are worn out faces Coming out of familiar places Getting ready for the daily races That seems to pull out the hope they had for unfamiliar heavens Places bestowed with Grace I just want to say goodnight Not to sleep permanently I just want to say goodnight But not entirely But at least to get a chance out of this crazy part of the world. But please wake me up In a year or two In a decade or so When the world is new Break me out of this cocoon When the world is warm again Pull the sheets back together And dare to dream again When it’s worth the take Make a little more effort When it’s worth the take But before then Let me just say goodnight Out of this mad world.

When they said, "life can be a rollercoaster," I never really understood what they meant. But I kind of feel like I can relate to almost every bit of it. I'm only twenty-two. It's funny right? Well truth is, despite being in my final year taking a degree, I can't help but think that a degree is just like another piece of paper, as Biko puts it, a metaphor of how little a formal education can do for you. You can have your degree and still have a life worse than those who dropped out of school. And yet still, out here we have men with degrees and men without degrees from the streets, pick your side.  The harsh thing out here is that it's a who-do-you-know kind of world. And who does he know, No One. At this point Kimotho learns that No is something he can't afford to say. Always say 'I can do it' and learn the craft as you go. So, he has to put in the work, to defy all odds, to at least craft something for himself. He chooses to be anything and every...

 Must have a TSC number, or TSC registered is the most consistent yet annoying thing I have heard this week. Well, like I told Charles the other day, it is humbling. yes ...finishing school can humble you mate. And just like that seems like we can't get to teach till we graduate ...God knows when but we got to try other options, right? So the other day I saw an advert of this bank hiring interns and I walked right into it, with that ka-glimmer of hope. The other thing that really raised my hopes even higher is seeing a youthful man ... probably in his early thirties seated in a big black fancy -swinging chair all bossy and I thought to myself...this place must really be welcoming young intellectual men...just like me because man, have you met me.  I walked right into the office serving 'yes sir', 'thank you sir' and all manner of sirs at least to get my chances of being hired a little higher. As I drop my letter, ready to throw a final 'thank you sir' and...