WHY DO YOU TRY SO HARD TO LOSE GOOD GIRLS?

Almost 6 years ago at Nakuru some place vehicles have a stop over while going to places in Western Kenya, I met him this girl. After the many hours of deliberation thinking whether I should speak to her or not I finally summoned courage and approached her. 

"Hi, I'm Owen, " she said "Hey Owen, I'm Leila. You know you could have done this when we were at the stage waiting for our bus. "

I couldn't help but laugh, damn, I already had a girlfriend, the first one by the way. 

And for the next 5 years, Leila showed me what "to be loved" is. She gave me life. She was all I ever had at that point. I thought I was all gangster and grown up then cause I had already been in between 5 schools in my high-school life, I don't know how Leila did it but she never missed coming for visiting days at school even if it was just to say "hi" and leave. I later found out that she got expelled for sneaking out of school countless number of times. 

Leila gave me love. She gave me life. She gave me devotion. She gave me belief. Like all I ever looked forward to was school holidays. Yeah, cause that's when we really used to catch up and that's when I was being taught lessons you're never taught by your parents or at school with anyone. 

Leila got married last Saturday. And the groom, well, the groom isn't me. 

Haha. ....I was stupid and played myself majorly this time I played myself. We spoke some 30 days ago, some 2 years after she'd left and that's when I learned of the depth of pain I'd caused this girl when she asked,

 "Did you ever Love me? "

I shared over 5 years of my life with her yet somehow, through my actions, I'd made her doubt everything in the 5 years.

Yesterday mom asked me, 

"And where's Leila? "

 She lamented that Leila hadn't spoken to her in a month. 

"Is everything okay? " she asked. 

Long after she'd broken up with me, thus girl was still checking up on my mama. I almost broke down when mum said that if I fail to marry Leila, then it would be equivalent to loosing my purpose  in life

"what you two have isn't something I'd wanna see end."

How do you tell your mum that you lost the girl who helped her sweep her 'lwanyi/pap'(field)?? the girl that brought her lipstick, hair spray and 'sampoo' from the city?? How??? 

And boy I've suffered for it, depression, I mean how is she happy with someone that's not me? When I heard that she had moved in with his NOW husband, I called her. 

"Please, Leila, Please, just one more chance, please.. "

And this time I meant it. But I must have been too late. 

She said 

"Ed, we had 5 years together. You had enough time to change but never did. Why do you think I should beleive that you'll change now? It's done"

So soulmates get over you after all? 

I think the hardest part about it is knowing that people will love you, but not with her intensity and honesty. Not with the fear she had. The fear of losing you. That's the safety you felt will never be there. That you'll matter to some girl, but not with a similar passion.... 

ARE RELATIONSHIPS REALLY NECESSARY?

You know what I really pray for you over? That whatever you're in right now calling a "relationship" doesn't become the only one you get to experience before you decide to settle down in life. I mean, are this even relationships? They are more of experiments than actual relationships cause what they always consist of is you checking who texted last, who called last, who paid for what last, food, electricity bill bla bla bla.... I just want you to fucking experience love. Like someone who genuinely likes you for you and not what you do for them. 

You know I'm still in school so I get to interact and see a lot of things and learn. What I see most of my guys on there hanging onto, even as a corpse😂 I wouldn't find myself in. And you'd be really puzzled finding out what keeps them there. The need to belong. The need to fit in. The need to feel loved. Bro, I just wish you get a girl that loves you. You'll learn to value yourself more. You won't have to do all those foolish things just for sex. I pray you get loved bro. 

I've been around girls bruised, hearts stepped on to paste by some nigga but they're just there having to coax love out of a boy. Trying to sanitize rejection with "all men cheat" "as long as he comes back to me... I'm aight"....They've become expert miners. Trying to mine love where there's nothing. Nothing that is near the word love. I hope you get to be loved by someone who doesn't need reminding. 

And when you don't get that love we all crave for, I just hope you atleast get that courage to leave. Leave that bitch bro. Leave that dumb nigga sis. You deserve better. I hope you don't find yourself having some foolish thoughts, telling yourself stuff like "If she/he cheats, we cheat.... " like, fuck it. How do you dish out your dignity, slice by slice trying to get back at someone? Someone you just met? That's a competition of fools. A brothel of trauma. You'll find grace. Learn to leave people behind. Love yourself a little bit more. You'll fucking be okay. Most of y'all survived over 18 years single. Why waste the peak of your youth stressing over something that isn't a necessity? LEARN TO LEAVE PEOPLE BEHIND. 

You ever looked at a friends relationship and was like,  "Huyu mbona anjichukia hivi lakini? " 

The insults. 

The embarrassment. 

The violence. 

All I wanna ask is "WHY ARE YOU AFRAID OF BEING ALONE? "

WHERE THE F*** IS THIS PLACE?

Joining campus had to be one of the few things that I really looked forward to in life cause who doesn't know how "campus life" is always praised by everyone so I just wanted to get in there and represent my family cause my mother never really made it to campus cause I happened 😂. I was that much of a serious student in high school so no one really expect this dumb nigga would make it to the university but, joke was on them. So there I was, Maseno University, representing the few people in my circle who actually managed to continue studying. I was accompanied by my mom who was happy af for me and for herself cause wueh, getting me here wasn't that easy. If she's still breathing now, she's a tough woman cause I gave that woman hell as a teen-ager. 

We were dropped off at the university main gate by a relative who saw it well to get me there cause I really was carrying a lot of stuff. So mum helped me carry my bucket and we walked that long ass stretch from the university main gate to some Hall where we were to get admitted. There is where everything started and I knew this place isn't for the faint hearted, after queuing for over 1 hour and finally reaching the admissions desk, I'm told that I'm in the wrong hall. "This isn't your school. People taking arts course are in Hindocha hall" mehn, I nearly lost it but I just left for Hindocha hall. I just had to be happy cause before coming to school I had just watched Grownish and I had this dope ass imagination of how life here would be. Little did I know😂😂.

So as I was saying, my mom gave me all my documents(which actually were just some bunch of papers cause) then I qued up with some few guys, I think there were like only 20 people ahead of me. That's outside the hall. I thought I'd be done in 20 minutes. I didn't know the kind of shock that was waiting for me when I entered that hall😂.There were over 800 people clogged in that hall. 

When I was outside the hall, I scanned the other people and in my head I was like, atleast I'm among the top 10 best dressed so esteem shot up and confidence was at 100.When I stepped in that hall, I couldn't see the difference between me and some resident in South Mugirango ward in KisiiCounty cause wueh nilikuwa nimechapa bana😂 (I'll look for those snaps). 

I composed myself cause I really wasn't a fan of bug crowds. But I was at that time scanning, surveying looking for someone, a catch cause I was told that girls in campus are always ready for anything. I mean they survived all those nights horny but on their books knowing people like "ME" their "sexual compadres" were here. I eventually saw one girl, damn that girl was pretty af and I just had to make my move cause the way every nigga on there was looking at her I just had to risk it better to try and get rejected that fail to and die a Coward. I gathered my thought, and left the line to go say hi. 

"Niaje, naitwa Owen and you look nice. I'd really want us to hang out after we done with all this. "

I'm telling you guys, the attitude I was hit with, I promised myself from that time that the only female I'll ever love is that woman who brought me to campus. My mum. Girl just blew those air bubble thing cool girls blow in movies when chewing gum before hitting me with a cold 

"Cheki, ukiniona nakaa niko na time yako? Please just leave cause you being here really makes me uncomfortable ......"

The funny part is that the dude who was going to be my roommate heard that bitch tearing my ass to shreds and not only him, there were like 40 people keenly watching how dumb I was making myself look. Si nakuambia kuchekwa nilichekwa sikuwa naona kaa ntawai recover. I just had to carry my looser ass out of that place cause I was to die of embarrassment. I went back out sat with my mom for sometime atleast someone whose love I didn't have to chase so as to recharge my esteem again. 

Went back in the hall after 30 minutes to complete the admission process but that wasn't even the end of my misfortunes on that day😂;my over 30 papers weren't bounded together. This fine chille was passing by and said "hi" and waved at me and I was stuck between saying "hey" and waving back. My hand reacted. I waved back, by the time I realised, the hand that waved back was carrying 30 pieces of paper and there was not a single paper in that hand. PANIC MODE. Some papers were being stepped on some were blown across the room with the wind, like mehn, by the time I'm getting all my papers theres no one at the admissions desk. 

I was now a pro looser. I mastered the art of loosing so well I think it's because I'm an arsenal fan. My bad luck streak started cause of some girl that I thought.... Anyways. Lakini juu God ni mkuu,  the Dean was passing by and saw my stranded and naive ass. He just told me to tag along and I accompanied him to his office where he quickened the process and I was admitted in the Maseno university eventually. But my mum just had to be African. That's when she now decided its time for that talk. Sex talk. I was given that talk for over 40 minutes and there were people around. Not just people, people that would later on that week be my class mates. Never been that embarassed. I was escorted with my luggage to VET farm hostels(current nile hostels) . Fuck that place was extra far but anyway nikaachiwa some few thousands like the tycoons child I am😂(which btw never even got to see the sun cause nilisanywa that very night) 

So there I am in my hostel, I know no one in that place and I'm just staring at them like a zombie so I decide to take a stroll. Guess who I bump into, yeah. Damn right. That cold ass bitch who fucking humiliated me infront of over 100 people. Mehn, I was so ashamed to pass her so I just turned back to go back to my room. Mnajua rejection nyinyi kweli? 

"Owen.... Chill.... " at first, I thought I was dreaming so I decided to look back imagine she was calling me. I turned back to confirm if it was me she was calling and yeah, it was me she was calling. 

"Look" she said "I know I was kinnda rude and that wasn't cool. I couldn't talk to you at that time cause my brother was just around and my boyfriend tagged along too. So I'm sorry I was a bitch and before you say anything, let's go have food at my place cause I have no roommate and it's kind of boring "

Say whaatttt, I was dumb struck. In my mind I was like "Boom, mfs, I just hit the jackpot. Jokes on you if you fucking laughed at me.... I'm not a looser after all... " so we walked to her place some hostels I think they were the New Sunrise hostels, we joked about this campus shit and had snacks. Time flew and by the time I checked my phone it's 11:14pm and there's someone knocking the door... What I can tell y'all is that that day was the worst day in campus. You can't imagine who was at the door and why tf they were there........ (To be continued) 

My Little Love Diary(Chapter 1)

He was just like a little kid who couldn't stay still and needed to always do something. At first it had been one of the things that attracted me to him, then his childish innocence and laughter. How he was spontenous and looked so handsome when he smiled. His usual phrase was "Let's try this", it could be a dish, a new sex position, a new joint or anything  that caught his attention at the moment. He helped me love and live life a little more. I had met him at a point in my life where I was done with anything that smelled like a man but Jared, oh Jared. He had come like the light after the dark and I was in love with his light. We would make jokes and laugj at each other and with each other. Ours was like a friendship blessed with abandunt love. We never went to bed angry and we apologized to each other before things got out of hand. He was my perfect match if I could call him that. I remember how he would open doors for me, move my chair when we went out on dates, help me do my hair and wipe my make up off after a long day. He was the sweetest dude and I reciprocated his love in great deals as well. I loved Jared like my life. He felt like home and I did everything for him. He loved surprises so i surprised him a lot. I would get him lovely things when I went to shop, book him hair appointments and mani-pedi sessions. I would read up a new recipe and whip out something lovely to eat because my man loved a good meal. He loved to read as well and since I loved reading too, we spent a great deal on books. Sometimes we read two books together simultaneously in our bid to finish them fast and get started with new ones. 

Our relationship was moving smoothly till he PROPOSED. We had talked about it, not so seriously but we joked a lot about the number of kids we wanted and how our wedding would be, we often joked about running off to an island to go get married with nobody but the priest as witness. We laughed as I imagined the shock that our families faces would be full of when they discover a wedding commenced without them. But the day he proposed, I didn't know what to say. I really wasn't ready. I turned him down and asked for more time.  "I need to be ready. I don't really think I'm prepared for this....... " I started explaining to Jared. My Golden man. I could see the hurt in his eyes when I said NO. How would he understand i wasn't ready because  was Scared? 

I was too scared of what would become of us AFTER.There were things he didn't know about me and every-day I still hury knowing that there were things was hiding from him. His life was like a bare book to me and I knew all about him

"Rose, you're subotaging your own happiness. I don't get you sometimes " my sister Ivy said over the phone. She was smitten by Jared and I. I mean who wasn't? He was amazing and what Ivy called "every womans dream".Ivy knew about my failed marriage. It hadn't lasted upto a year when Ted started hitting me making me loose our babies twice. I had loved that man a lot but after that last beating that left me almost deaf with all the slaps and kicking, I fled. The divorce had been fast as my parents threatened to have him locked up if he tried to put up a fight. It had been tough. I was 25 then and single all over again. 

I had focused on my job, myself and chasing God. That's when Jared came along. It was like a surprise gift. But how can I ruin something so beautiful? I wondered and sighed. After I turned down his proposal over a month ago, he had still been good to me. So when he asked me to come over for dinner at his place, I made up my mind to tell him what I had been hiding. I owed him the truth atleast. Dinner had been great and after I was cuddled next to him, I told him all my fears. 

"Is that why you don't want a loud wedding? " He asked.I smiled and nodded. He held up my face and said in his soothing voice, "I won't promise you a perfect home, I won't promise you that I will never hurt you as I will unintentionally hurt you on some days but I promise to always choose you every-day no matter what. And I won't even think about hitting you. " I felt that. Tears stung my eyes. I tried hard not to cry. We had started kissing slowly and that's when he slid a ring out of his back pocket and asked

"Rose, will you marry me..... "

I was just deaf. I was numb. From the shock. When I recovered, I shouted YES. 

I texted Ivy that we had a wedding to plan. But was it a wedding? Nah, more of a funeral... 

(To be continued.....) 

THE FIRST TIME.

In telling this story, I have assumed great courage. Stupid as it sounds, I find it a compelling to warn you against investing in BDSM(if you know your PornHub well)  with a girl that is petite, sapiosexual and introverted. She said she was an "old soul".I wish she'd included "kicker" in her profile. 

So a few years ago, I was going about my business when my boss called. His daughter who "had just completed her postgraduate in France" was on her way home. But she needed someone to show her the ropes. You know Nairobi and how everything changes every month. My boss couldn't think of a better fit. 

Long story short, my boss just wanted me to be there and ease her long-legged daughter back into the Nairobi life. I wasn't going to jump on it, lest he(my boss)  rescind the offer so I pretended to be bothered. I even mentioned "bad roads","lots of other work" and "Kenyan corruption " just to avoid being the one to show her around. 

He(my boss)  said he understood, and thay for my SACRIFICES🤒,he would compensate me. So there I was, not a tall dude, picking an exotic woman from the airport. Jeanette was rather quiet-the shy breedof quiet. Listened to Sonny Rollins(I know most of you have never heard of him, me too. Till I met her)  and she didn't like it outside. 

For two months, we indulged in everything with the exception being that I had not been to her place. So one day I am pissed, my lecturer was a jerk, and my smirking friends didn't help the situation. I was about to beat everyone around me at the time when Jeannette called. 

She said she made chocolate soup with "kosan Kroto" which I later came to understand was in fact "croissant croutons".I packed my body and went husband knocking in her crib. This quiet girl opened the door and invited me into the wonderful restaurant that was her sitting room. 

I was almost sitting down when I noticed the ugliest dog I ever saw. Jeannette quickly defended the 'martian' saying "he was born that way and it's not it's fault. (I actually thought for once that it was some creature from Mars along with some rock on her cupboard which I later found out was worth some good thousands in an antique store). I'm about to start beating that dog when she distracts me with 'kosan Kroton'. 

We eat in silence, I am a chew away from completing my food when I receive a thunderclap on my left cheek. Tears trickle down helplessly as I turn to look at my enemy only to see my petite host grinning innocently. I think "maybe it's an accident and she's sorry". Then she stands up and literally kicks me in the head. The kick was so damn painful I scream like a bitch. I am not done screaming when she ushers me to the bedroom. I was in pain yes, but I also wanted to nut on that lil boo's wet crack so to the bedroom we go. I get in there and it's like some tool shop in there. 

I start praying. Thinking about the chicken I left home. Jeanette had chains, muzzle gags, spreaders, those big ass vibrators, forks, spoons, knives, let's not even talk about the number of dildos and the variety of sizes they came in and other cutlery. I'm commenting on the weather outside when she trips me. I fall with a thud. Not on the bed but on the floor and I knew right there and then I was going to fight. 

I unleash thorough kicks which sends her flying across the room. So now both her and her dog are now the crying bitches😂.(I kick the dog too. Just for the sake of it.) I am about to walk out of the room when she starts hurling shoes at me. 

I just saw a dude I know reply to her IG story right now complimenting her reserved demeanor. And I really want to tell the dude to stick to ugali and sukuma. That the croissants are not worth the beating in the name of sexual turn on. But niggas will always be niggas. So good luck punching bag. Carry a helmate too. 

CAMPUS FRESHA CHRONICLES.

You join campus and you're accompanied by your guardian. Very innocent, focused, virgin and drug intolerant. Guys have short hair, girls have neat braids, no make up. Very eager to learn and feel the campus vibe. Back in high school people are told "Campus life is the best. "A suitcase with basic survival stuff like towel and a bucket with a little upgrade from blankets to a duvet. There's this guy who came with a metallic box, his previous school uniform, a sack of maize and some Kilos of omena na kakuku😂.Huyu sijui alikuja kukula ama kusoma. 

So first 2 weeks is the grace period. You get to know school, classes, people and leaders. I never attended those meetings myself. You meet new people, people  from same primary and high school. Life seems sweet. First two days lazima tu ukule "mess" before you learn about food outlets around/out of school(unless you hang with a continuing student whose either a former high-school mate or a cousin). 

You get lost a lot. But you can't ask around because you don't know want people to know you're a "fresha"😂.Heri ukule vector shule mzima lakini usiulize.There's this time I went to visit my high school pal in her hostel and the due time in a female hostel is 10pm. You need to Chuck by 10pm. I swear I looked for my hostel until 12.Nilikula PE sitawahi sahau. Luckily, I found my roommate with his friend and followed them. 

Almost everyone lives in the hostel during their first year but there's this conversation everyone has with their parents. "Mimi staki kukaa shule. Nataka kutafta nyumba nje." But your parents somehow convince you to stay in school and promise that it's only for the first year. Life in the hostel isn't always easy. Sharing rooms and shower rooms kwanza😖.You also meet weird people. People who cook Omena at 12 when you want to sleep. Na unajua tu ile distinct smell ya omena. This are most likely people who are one year ahead and use coils cause university electricity is free. Those who crash in hostels because they ate their accomodation money and suffer the whole semester. 

So you start attending classes and meet your lectures. Mostly they familiarise with you and introduce you a little to what they'll be taking you through. Then there's always that one person anakuanga na kiherehere anajieka class rep. like WTF🗣.You start missing classes saying "aah hii ni introduction tu." The moment you miss your first class in campus, there's no going back. Kwanza the 7am class. So you make friends with a guy who never misses class, huyo ndio anakuwa anakuupdate kama kuna CAT's, assignments and most important, kusigniwa attendance. But freshas are focused. In your first year semester1   you attend most classes and get A's in campus mostly from common units. Kutoka hapo, bora hauna retake, uko sawa. In the first 2 months, a Fresha's bash is organized🖖😩and this is what changes your perspective of everything in life. In your first months, you always make Stan friends. Mostly classmates/people you met around school. Maybe people who frequent Pool tables, PlayStation places, WiFi outlets. These are the friends who make decisions for you. They are a wave you can't resist. 

The freshas bash is where you are initiated to campus. This is where you meet all kinds of people. Peddlers, thieves, addicts, cons, CIDs you know them. Huku ndio wale virgins wa kukula tako sasa wanarombosewa for the first time. Most people who attend them are 2nd and 3rd years to bait fresh females ("kuwateka"😂).it's usually held at night. First years always have nice phones and this is where the phones find their real owners. Some freshas even carry laptops. WTF🗣🗣!!!!!!!?????

Theft in campus is a norm and it's crazy. Kwanza in hostels, this is where your own roommate steals from you in plain sight. Good example; I know most have experienced this. You are two people in the room, only you two have the key, but something valuable like a laptop gets lost in your room but he says he wasn't there. All windows closed. Latch not broken. THIS NIGGA SET YOU UP!!!! Fuckin roommates. 

The Bash you attend with your friends is the first time you ever tasted alcohol. I don't know why people always start with alcohol. You loved it and can't wait to do it again. Time passes. CAT 1 and 2,Exams and there that kabreak. That 2 weeks break after first semester. Home ripoti umepeana safi ndio usafishe rada because what you have been upto is just not "sayable" if that's a word😂😂.Besides the theft issue, life is smooth. There's this kalecture you get of how careful you should be with your things in school. And you always want to use this line "Si niliwaambia niishi nje" but they are your parents, they will "ALWAYS" be right. After the interlude, youre now going back to school. The two weeks are over. 

This time you are familiar with most things. How the school runs. You start doing things differently. Less shopping, more new clothes and all that. This is the period where you attend less classes, have sex for the first time. Fall in love. Cheat. Start partying. Get a tattoo. Get a piercing. Start attending events. Try new drugs. Road trips. Get arrested. Black out. Late assignments. You start getting thinner, missing meals. No 7am classes. 

Girls -->Leave the long dresses at home, start wearing tights, short dresses, buy make up kits and learn how to apply, tongue piercing, shagging on your safe days, nights out, dates, 3rd year boyfriends, confidence, make besties, try make up tutorials, start snubbing their male class mates because they are "freshas",fake double standards. (atleast this is what I've seen.) 

Boys-->Fade hair on the sides, new clothes. Mostly black jeans and denim jeans and jackets. You learn turn ups. Buy floral shirts and vintage trousers. Pierce. Start wearing fake(knock-off) designer shoes and clothes. Buy cologne. Hang out in girls hostels. Make girl friends. Start betting. Look for a photographer friend(or get to know atleast one person who owns a camera). Start betting. Lame pick up lines. Ego(utadhani si yeye alikuja shule na Mahindi nusu gunia na omena first semester). Clubbing. Form a "keg  and kaquorra chama".

You miss cats, stop studying, you hold a birthday Bash for the first time. Have an ex. Start smoking cheap weed but with time you upgrade. Go for photo shoots. Fail in CAT's. It's exam time and you haven't studied but you must pass. You look for a "formation".Usually it's how people sit in an exam room but in most cases, it fails terribly. I nearly forgot, most people loose their ID's both school and national during this time. Within a short time, you now know how to smoke, kaqworra is now not enough so you upgrade to a mzinga. You have a body count. You now know how to "piga looku" but your broke af😂😂(most buy those clad with all their money and even sleep hungry.)

Girls now know how to wear make-up (this is not for everyone though) I mean some of y'all look like clowns. Kwani unapaka the whole sijui ni mkebe ama set? Please, watch make up tutorials or learn from your friends. Usijiaibishe tafadhali. Light face, black finger knuckles, black neck, black shoulders, TF🗣🗣🗣🗣

You are done with exams and it's time to go home. But you crash at a friends place for like a week because after exams people have parties like every day so you call home and lie ndio uongezwe pesa. I don't know about y'all but first year was like the best time I've ever had in university 😩😂😂what do you really think I missed?? Leave it on the comment section........ 

SCHOOL OF KNOCKS.

Kakamega Primary 2011...I'm entering upper primary in a public school with over 1500 pupils... Wow.... This was also during the initiation era.... So you we're either the predator or the prey. I heard rumors about pupils from one hood(let me call it "downtown") getting jumped and beat to pulp at this school. Thought it was all crap. Here's the story; 

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Back then, I honestly can say my age was 12 ....But my brain was 20.I was getting head from random naughty teen-age girls(because I was from some fancy ass school and some posh hood in some City. City life you know😅)I was screaming Tommy Lee lyrics you could think I was from some town in Jamaica and I honestly thought I was untouchable. We all have our Crews as kids which makes it even worse. 

First week of public school. I'm hoping with my crew at the fences at the corner end of the school(this spot was only for the most lit people in the school and who weren't us definitely) and the "uptown kids" show up. They interrupt our football game for their initiation speech. "All you downtown folks will each get your day. Once your day comes, just let it happen. "We laugh. They keep hooping. This guys are ONE year older than me. They are tripping if they think I'm scared of some 13 year olds. The next day, I'm in the hallway heading to class and my boy comes running down the hall screaming

"THEY GOT IVAN!".........I may have peed just a little bit. I keep my cool and try to decipher the words through his panic. So I ask him what exactly happened.... "Ivan kept showing them his middle finger while making faces and the uptowners jumped on him with metal planks they stole from the workshop where the old desks and lockers are stored. "....Hold on.... METAL PLANKS!?.... People exaggerate sometimes.... So I head to class... 

I'm hearing whispers for the rest of the day. And Ivan apparently went home so I can't even verify this story. The day ends and I head home. I'm not completely sold yet. So I'm not stressing. The next day, the crew meets to discuss..... Ivan shows up in the morning and he's limping holding his side. ....We're all just waiting for him to speak. He looks at us with fear in his eyes and says..... "Don't let them get you.... ".....Now..... You see now... NOW IM A BELEIVER... this Uptowners are on some bullshit. For the entire day, I start switching up my routine. Sitting with different people at lunch... Walking around teachers a lot after class to ask fake questions. I didn't even play ball that day. I was able to make it through the day without seeing the uptown lads. It was silent.....too silent. The end of the day bell rings and I head out through the front gate to make sure that I'm safe because no one can grab me infront of the staffroom and the offices. I get outside and already there's a crown of kids. They got another member of my crew. People start helping him up and I look down the street and I see the downtown kids laughing. 

At this point, my confidence comes back.... I start telling myself... These guys got caught slipping... I'm much smarter than this.... And if it comes down to a foot race, they ain't seeing me. I catch my bike and ride home with this new mentality. I get to school early the next day. Get everything I need from everywhere, places like the canteen and library and wait in my class for the bell to ring. This is how we're going to play this.... I will arrive early.... Leave early.... If I do this for an entire month, they will give up. I start giving myself that evil laugh from cartoons. 

My bestfriend Terrell and I are the "cool dudes"/"athletes" of my crew.... So we make a plan to stick together since we both know we can outrun these chumps. I inform him of where we'll meet as soon as the bell rings and we'd be off this. He meets me there...... The bell rings and we take my office route again towards the front doors. Before we walk through, I see the uptowners standing on the hill out front. THESE NIGGAS ACTUALLY HAVE METAL PLANKS IN THEIRE HANDS!...... I feel my chest squeez. Look at Terrell. We gotta use the side gate and make a run for it. We head towards the side doors. All is clear. We take 3 quick breaths. And push through the side gate towards the motorbike stage across the street. They see us. They are fast. We start wearing through traffic. There is no vehicle heading towards our route(downtown) here. We can't wait at the bus station too. OWEN THINK... The FILLING STATION..... The Filling station behind the bus station has a restroom on the outside with a door. I run inside and I keep the door open just long enough for Terrell to get in. I slam it and Lock it. The uptowners keep kicking the door. I think I may have held Terrell. 

The kicking stops.... Nah.... We're waiting an hour. I've seen enough horror movies in my life to know they didn't just LEAVE... Just over an hour goes by. I slowly peak through the smallest crack in the door. They're gone. We tap each other and walk home. 

Now this is the part of the story that reminds me I still haven't learned shit since I was 12.Women truthfully can turn any man to a fool...... ANYMAN.... I carry out my envision plan and make it through another day unseen. But the girl I've been crushing on is outside.... On the hill.... All saftey measures have left the chat.... I head to the hill and she sees me. She smiles. I act brand new. And I join her with her girls. I don't even remember what we were talking about.... Genuinely who cares?... I'm an idiot.... GO HOME... I hear yelling.... But I'm in a convo. The yelling gets louder... Truthfully it was probably as loud the first time. But I was occupied clearly. I can make out the voice now. It sounds like..... IT SOUNDS LIKE TERRELL...... 

The uptowners had just got Terrell and he Came out to the front to warn me. "OWEEENNNNNN THEY A-........ " I take a metal Rod to the back of my head.........I go down. Complete blackout.

It felt like everybody wore new Tougheese that day..... HOW MANY OF Y'ALL ARE HERE!? ......I couldn't hear anything. The headteacher comes out and everyone scatters. I'm curled up looking cold. Then I find the pride to pull myself together and I stand up. I tell the head teacher I'm fine. And I limp to the motorbike stage and take a bike home. 

Everybody's got gangster stories. Teen-agers in senior primary school in my rural county(Kakamega)  were really about that life..... I was humbled.... But I respected it. So my crew and I decided to keep the tradition going the coming year, but with a few tweaks because everyone needs to get their ass whooped atleast once in their life. But that never got to happen because the ass whooping I got traumatized my mum till I was shipped off to a boarding school after tasting only 3 months in a public school. But an ass whooping is like chicken pox... Gets definitely much worse when you're older. 

                   THE END