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

THE NIGHT

We all have one night... One night we truly wish we could take back... One night that really didn't NEED to happen... Liquor tends to be involved in these nights... But when you mix liquor with irrational sexual desire... These nights typically don't end well. Here's the story; 

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It was a normal night at the club... I'm not a booth guy.... So I usually end up wondering off by myself to actually see the rest of the club... I land at the bar and I order my usual.... 

"Double rye and ginger please..... "

I'm sipping on the ones.... Enjoying myself.... Minding my own damn business.... And she approaches me... I don't know who she is.... But she knows me... 

"Watchu drinking?  She asks... Typically, I know the next play here... I'm not attracted to her AT ALL. But I answer to be polite... 

"Rye and ginger"...she goes  "Ah... You got taste dude"..." Bartender can you get him two more please? "...I turn to the bartender.... "NO.. NO.. Im good... " She overrides my clear play avoidance by telling the bartender to still make the drinks... Two more drinks appear.The drink I got myself is finished. I look at the drinks. Then I look at her. She smiles. Owen if you take these... You know what you're entering. I convince myself. I will drink this two, thank her and be on my way. STRIKE ONE. 

I pick up drink one... She gets to talking... Here we go. At this point I took the drink.. I'm obligated to engage in the conversation now. I made my choice. 

"So what's your name? "She asks... Remember she already knows me. But I don't know this yet. 

"I'm Owen.... " I don't even bother with the ".....and yours? " becuase I genuinely don't care. I just want to talk and be polite long enough to finish my whiskey and leave. She blocks my uninterested play and counters.... "Nice to meet you Owen... I'm Whiskey?."(We're going to call her Whiskey for this story because Whiskey is the reason this all happened.)  Lets continue. I finish the first drink as quickly as possible. I need this to end.

 "Nice to meet you as well. " I respond as I pick up drink two. I started feeling the double a bit faster than I expected. I haven't eaten. So this liquor is about to have it's fun... More small talk continues until I finish drink two. 

"Well it was a pleasure talking to you Whiskey. I got...... "

"Bartender, please get him three more.... "

Pardon??... "No... No.. No..I really have to go back to my booth. " I start looking over the crowd of people trying to suggest the direction of where my booth is... She goes "So you don't want these 3 drinks coming? "...OF COURSE I DO... BUT NOT FROM YOU... I didn't say this out loud of course.

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I don't know who trained the bartender but this guy makes drinks fast as shit. The drinks arrive. I see them. They see me.... FUCK IT... I pick one up.STRIKE TWO. I basically chug the 3 drinks since I really hate this conversation and it's ruining my buzz. I just want to leave.... 

"LAST CALL! ...The DJ just fucked me... Wow. What time is it? No way".....I know she heard it. She's still here. I don't even want to look at her.

 I turn slowly... I see the bartender pull out four more cups. NOPE. WE'RE NOT DOING THIS.... Yes we are.... We definitely are. 

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I've never seen such a sinister smile on a woman's face before. You know what, it's just a conversation. She was feeling generous. I was being friendly. I'm going to finish my drinks and head home... Leave the bartender a tip for being an accomplice and be on my way. STRIKE THREE

Let us take a second to remember these drinks are doubles.... DOUBLES... By drinking two of this, I damn nearly went blind. I can't even tell you what we were even talking about at this point. I truthfully don't even know if I said anything at all. The light come on. I do a quick chug of the remaining two drinks... Why? You didn't even need those... YOU DIDN'T EVEN PAY FOR THOSE... I don't know who or what my eyes saw when I was looking at her. But it definitely wasn't the same girl I was soberly unattracted to. IM OUT OF STRIKES. 

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"Where you heading now? "...Timely, I respect it. I believe I replied 'home'. If I didn't actually say it, I definately wanted to... 

"Let's go to my place.. " was the last thing I remember being said in the club... I ended up at her place. Teleportation does exist I tell you fam😅

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To remove all assumptions at this stage, she was drinking whatever she was drinking at the bar with me. She was not sober... But she was definitely not whatever the hell I was. Again, she knew me already. I don't know her. 

I always keep a condom in my denim jacket when I'm single... Just incase my night takes me on a tour somewhere else. So I was still aware enough to remember that. Maybe since it was a habit. We're on her bed now and I'm dizzy as fuck... BRO... GET UP... GO HOME... (These are only thoughts).I started taking my jeans off. Brains have left my group chat. She comes on top of me. She's heavy. Wow. I can't make out her facial features. But she's heavy. I DONT REALLY LIKE HEAVY. I DONT THINK I SHOULD DO THIS. (This again are only thoughts) 

She attempts to insert my friend.... I roll over to my jacket... OWEN, IF YOU DON'T ROLL YOUR ASS OFF THAT BED AND GET A " NDUTHI" RIGHT NOW(More thought). I get the condom. I roll back... It begins. I don't remember how it felt, but it happened. 

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I also have another habit. No matter what, I am always the one to dispose of my condoms. I never give it to the woman to get rid of... I hear stories... I don't know the validity of them. So I just always make sure I am the last to see it. (Except for this night) I'm damn near paralyzed after. 

She asks, "want me to toss that for you? "...I would never EVER say agree to that in my right mind, but I can't move and I'm so tired and dizzy. I reluctantly hand her the condom. She leaves. I fall asleep.The next morning I wake up with a mild headache. But I get a good look at who I was just sleeping besides. I scramble. Whip my jeans on, get my jacket and leave in a panic. WHAT.... DID.... YOU... JUST.... DO? I'm appealed with myself. 

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A couple months pass. That night is burried in my brain archives never to be  accessed again. I'm at school having a great day actually and I get a text message from an unknown number.. "Can we talk? "....WHO THE HELL IS THIS?? As politely as possible, I respond with 

"Sorry, who is this? "

"It's whiskey... "

 I don't remember her name yet. So I'm still unsure who this is. I respond again 

"Whiskey who?... " 

She goes  "From the club. I bought you drinks... Remember? "

"Ah, Whiskey... Yes I remember... "

"Yes, that Whiskey... So listen, I'm pregnant. "

NOPE... THATS NOT POSSIBLE. (these are thoughts) But I reply with 

"How? " She's like "I don't know... I don't really remember that night... "

The first thing that Came to my mind was that I used a condom. So it ain't mine. But then my minds starts to race... You gave her the condom then fell asleep ...it's not possible that she.... Nah.... How?? Can sperms even still live??... Wait... No... Could she?... Ask her what she did. So I ask...

 "What did you do with the condom I gave you that night? "....

She replies 

"I don't remember... "

YOU DONT REMEMBER!? WHATTT.... DID YOU THROW IT OUT OR DID YOU FLASH IT? THOSE ARE THE OPTIONS. (This  were very aggressive thoughts) But I'm in the school premesis. So I have to compose myself and I reply with 

"Well, remember.... "

"I think I flushed it.... "

YOU THINK!? WHAT.... Now I'm sick. I get up from where I was sitting. I need air for this conversation... 

"Whiskey what did you do!? "

"I don't know, I'm sorry. I just wanted to let you know... "

I think my brain fainted. Is that possible? Because I was still standing. But I couldn't see anything. The whole night is replaying in my head in pieces. So many gaps. I never saw her return to the room. I need answers.

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I text my friend. The "detective " typpa girl you know 😅.I give her the limited details that I know about whiskey and she gets to working. I get back to whatever I was doing. With a new perspective. This is all made up. She wants my attention. That's all this is. There's  no baby. You're good Owen. You're not even deep into your 20's yet. Don't trip..

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I try to focus on my class work again. Then I get a new message. There's a photo attachment. I open it. AN ULTRASOUND!?..... I start spiraling. I look at the bottom of the ultrasound photo. Whisky's legal name is there. There's a real baby. I send the information to my "detective".She's like"...don't trip yet.... I'm working. "

I'm so weak.... I feel like I'm on the ropes... I already start planning my script for my friends and family about this one night stand baby. 

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"BRO, ITS NOT YOURS! "....I see at the top of my phone from the detective as I'm staring off into space. I open it. Still not sold yet, I reply with

"What did you find? "

With all my doubt accompanying it. She goes

"Well I did some digging... Listen to this... Turns out one of my friends is actually friends with her. I've been using her to ask Whiskey questions.... "

Now I'm intrigued. Girls are amazing. "

So apparently,whiskey has been seeing this guy(a mature guy)  but she's scared to tell him she's pregnant with his baby... "

Wait.... What!?.... Why am I being tormented emotional like this by Whiskey?... This is not some game. I ask the "detective" to get the name of the guy Whiskey is seeing. I'll take it from here. This energy is about to shift. 

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Were going to call him SHIFT.... because without him, I'm still a puddle on the floor. I virtually Sprint back into the conversation with Whiskey and simple send her 

"I spoke to Shift... "

Since we're playing games today, let me get my controller. 

I wait... I wait some more... Still waiting... A message finally appears... 

"No you didn't... "

I start smirking at my seat like some furious druglord in those Narcos Films... I have her. 

"Yes I did... And I'm about to let him know you're pregnant... "

This time she replies awfully quickly...

"I just talked to SHIFT... He said he never spoke to you. "

Ah, well played whiskey. Well played. So I ask my detective for more backing up Intel 😅

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I request she gets me Shift's profile... I send Whiskey the profile. And there's no reply for literally 20 minutes. I get back to work preparing for the next round. Whiskey finally replies

"OK... It's not yours... But you were a good guy... I've seen so many times before. I figured if I did have this baby you'd be a great father and SHIFT would never have to know. "

WHISKEY.... WHISKEYYYYYYYY.... WHAT THE FUCK!!?? 

I never ended up needing to message SHIFT. She did have the baby. I can't say if I'm still drinking Whiskey, but lemmi get one actually. 

               .T H E E N D... 

BRO, YOU GOT PLAYED.

I've been played ONCE(the most painful one)  in my life. She was good... great even... a real professional. She covered her tracks immaculately.... She used my non invasive personality against me.... She won.... Until she didn't. Here's the story :

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First week of talking she invites me to her house warming party (she's 3 years older than me, but it doesn't matter😅)I pull up and all her friends are there.... Girls and guys. Mind you, I barely know her at this point. So I don't know anyone there. But I am social.So we get to play some drinking games.

I dont know who made this game up.... But we all agree to put a bunch of questions into a bowl and EVERYONE has to answer whatever question anyone pulls out. The bowl comes to me and the question is

 "When was the last time you had sex? "...

Who set me up? Holy.... Anyway I answer. 

Remember we've only been talking for a week. We hadn't slept together yet. So my answer was about to shake the room. I tell the truth and say 

"3 days ago."

As I avoid all eye contact with her. I may have just shot myself. Now there's this "Chilled rich kid" sitting directly across from me and besides her. It's his turn to answer the same question. I wasn't certain at the time but I'm pretty sure he whispers to the girl I'm seeing 

"When was the last time again? "

and he says "last week...."

Pardon??? Nah.... It's the liquor. I'm tripping. She doesn't have a man she's currently smashing in the room right now.... NOPE.... I convince myself I must have misheard and the game continues.... It's her turn to answer. She gets up and 'gets everyone drinks'

I'm like "it's your turn.... "She goes 'you guys keep playing I'm getting more liquor for everybody'.... I gave her the the shifty eyes... But I don't want to make it an issue. Especially since nobody in the room even knew me. But I'm TRIPPIN inside.... 

I can't stop thinking about "The Coolkid" POTENTIALLY whispering to her. So I end up overthinking so much till I can't focus anymore. And I proceed to leave at around 2am... It's late anyway. So I make that my excuse for the abrupt decision to stop playing. She notices I'm off and meets me at the door. She's like "everything okay? " ....of course I lie and hit her with "I'm good.... Just getting tired".I can tell she doesn't buy it. I can see she's trying to replay the night and locate the moment she slipped up. But we both hold composure and I leave. 

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I'm there thinking of how I'm gonna walk home then 20 minutes later I text her 

"Listen, I know we're not together and we just started talking. But don't invite me to a party with a guy you're fucking.... "I couldn't keep it in any longer... But she was ready.

She responds with the vintage "WTH are you talking about" line.... So I continue to tell her about what I believe I heard..... "'Coolkid' turned tk you and asked you when was the last time".....this is where she goes into her bag

"First of all.... Me and 'Coolkid' are ONLY friends. "

"He didn't ask me when was the last time him and I had sex.... He asked when was the last time he told me he had sex because he's always telling me about chicks he's fucking.... "

Bruh, at the time I felt like an IDIOT.... And because I barely knew her.... Now I look CRAZY. 

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Because I now felt like a damn psychopath... I apologize.... I APOLOGIZE. And tell her come outside so I can tell her in person. She comes and she milks me for all I got. 

"I can't believe you would think I would so that? Wow... "

I apologize AGAIN... She leaves and I walk home. 

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Fast forward.... We get past that 'mishap' and we continue to talk for the next 7 months. Truthfully, without any issues. No fights. She meets people close to me, my cousins and even my mum. But I haven't made her my girlfriend yet because that night in week 1 still hasn't left my mind. My cousin is getting married and he ask me if I want to invite her as a guest. Now, my cousins wedding isn't a small thing. So I had to really think hard if I would bring her to that. After some thought, I decide she's been amazing for 7 months.... Why not, right?...... Well..... 

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For the entire time we've been talking I hadn't posted a single photo of her.... Kept it on the know because I had my concerns. But if she's coming to my cousins wedding... I felt this was the day I'd make her my girl. And release it publicly with my first past of us. 

It's reception time and the DJ is playing some tracks. I ask my cousin's friend to record us dancing because we were hitting it nasty(the dancing😅)....it's time.... I post it on Instagram and continue dancing with "my girl".

It's blowing up.... Many comments.... Many views. And a special DM request. I open the request and it's him..... COOLKID... And one question alone. "Why are you posting my girl? ".....I delete the video immediately. Didn't even think twice. 

.

At this point we had left the reception and I was helping a friend who was shooting at a certain event and I told her to come meet me there.... She arrives with a text ....

 "I'm here babe.... " 

I reply.. 

"Excellent.... "

I meet her outside and tell her let's go for a walk.... She's like

 "What's going on?... "

I repeat

"A WALK"

Straight to business.... I have so much energy right now.... "Why is COOLKID in my DM's? ".....Again, she's prepared like a Kenyan politician....

" Wow... He's funny.... This guy has been jealous for years.... Why is he doing that shit? OMG... "

I stare at her. She lies so comfortably,.... This is nuts. 

I have to get inside and check if my buddy is done shooting. So I park the conversation. But my mind is racing. The event ends and we head back to her crib. I tell her we'll talk later and I go to sleep. First thing in the morning I wake her up with "Now talk.... "

She tells me how there's nothing between them.... And that she'll handle it. "But don't message him." My brains and emotions are all over the place at that point. I agree to her terms. And head home. But I'm TRIPPING. 

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I travel back to school and the next morning I'm in class. And I can't even focus. I know she said don't message him. But I need answers. I'm texting him. Fuck it. I send him a DM with my phone number accompanied with a "call me".He calls in 1.567583 seconds. I get right into it. 

"So Coolkid... Lets cut the chase. Have you had sex with her? " 

Dude laughs and responds with

"She didn't tell you? " I'm like, tell me what?..... Just answer the damn question Coolkid.... He's like "Bro, we dated for 2 years and have been neighbors for over 4 years. What do you think? "....I pause..... 

.

I compose myself and ask again with whatever hope I had left.... 

"Coolkid... Did you have sex with her? "

He goes 

"Of course man....have you? ''....I tell him we've been talking for 7 months so definitely..... So then I ask when was the last time? He goes 

"Umm.. Like 3 days ago I think. "

My cousins wedding was the previous weekend.... TWO DAYS AGO!!! .Alright, remain composed Owen.... You're in class. Just be calm. I'm like alright... 

"Did you use a condom? "

He goes

"NEVER! "

I almost threw up on my classmates books. 

So Coolkid goes 

"Alright I have a question for you.... "

At this point I'm so weak. I reluctantly say

"Sure".

He goes

"There was this night around 9pm where you were calling her and texting her that you were outside her place. What was that about? "

I take a second.... I ask 

"How did you know that? "

He goes "Well I was inside and she told me not to open it. Was that you? " I blank stare at the whiteboard because the lecture hadn't started yet. 

"Coolkid.... That was you? "

"....Yeah, bro... "

I'm dizzy. She told me she was at a friends for a girl night or smthn of the sort. 

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Before deciding to text Coolkid, I had no idea what to expect from the  conversation. So I decided to record the call.... I hang up and just sent her the recording. She had the nerve to reply with 

"So you messaged him anyway? "

Alright... I'm like... Nah, you don't get to do that. 

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I proceeded to add both of them in a WhatsApp group. I'm done with games. This ends now. She comments in the group 

"This is immature "

Yeah, I wasn't mature. I knew it but I just had to do it. You can't play me fowl because I'm younger. LMFAO... Anyway.... "Coolkid, have you and her been together and had sex?... Yes or no" now Coolkid comments, "Bro, prove you did.... "

WHAT!??? WHAT IS HAPPENING.... WE JUST HAD A CALL.... YOU'RE QUESTIONING ME!? I'm genuinely confused.... She leaves the group and so does he.... I'm sitting there in AMAZEMENT. 

what the hell just happened? LMFAO WHAT MJDHFJHSFDHDUDVD..... Anyway.... They can have each other. 

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A friend just texted me about the girl from the story.... She's like "you won't believe who she's dating now.... "I haven't seen or spoken to that girl since 2018...Turns out I know the dude she's NOW with.... Another dude that isn't Coolkid. Im staying out of this. 

Dear Corona

Dear Corona,

Perhaps its just carelessness

Or maybe its our desire to feel  life,

Even if fate wills another way.

Knowing its a risk

But still doing it.

To an extent overdoing it.

Truth is...

There is none.

This life is a mystery.

The biggest secrets are in history.

Everyday under the sun is a  risk,

Before and so is now

When touching has become one.

Death lives among us,

We brush shoulders everyday,

That is to be human.

We cant miss to be...

We will act,

Because its our actions that make us,

Lifes reactions maintains us.

We wont die,

Because it is not today.

We are still here,

We will be another year,

We will touch,

It doesn't matter how,

It doesn't matter where,

Because that is to be human.

We are here for a lifetime.

                            ~Konzolo Owen. 

Poem of an atheist.

Dear God, 

Sometimes, I wish you were real

I am an atheist speaking to someone

I know wouldn't hear. 

Born a Christian on religion

Governed by hypocrisy and fear. 

In a blue sphere where hellfire burns

The innocent beneath our atmosphere. 

I am not perfect. I don't claim to be

Alone I walk the halls of judgement 

Made of friends and family. 

"Blasphemy" is what they would say, 

Never question the faithful 

Just shut off your thoughts and let em pray. 

But why bless us with a mind 

Then condemn us for thinking? 

Curse us for not believing and cast us away when faith is depleting. 

I've always wanted to understand you God

Spiritually and mentally  

I envy those who found you and kept you with great emotional clarity.

And in my seperation from the church

There I experienced the filthy truth. 

Acceptance from loved ones exists only if we are under God's roof. 

I've ventured to understand every religion inspired by your name. 

But all I found was a mental prison where preachers speak hatred 

Against people who do not share their claims. 

Many times I've witnessed false followers who kneel and worship your name, 

Then live by a life of crime where they flicker and dance inside the devil's flame. 

These are the words of an Atheist 

That you'll never think to hear. 

Lord, I only hope humanity learns. 

Lord, I only hope humanity heals. 

I wish the world would be better. 

I wish the world wouldn't break. 

Not for myself, but for my loved ones

Who pray for me to be safe. 

I wish the world would learn to love

And accept without judgement and hate. 

God, I wish you were real, I'd ask for forgiveness if only you were near. 

There are too many demons in this world you claim you created, 

So much evil that it would make even an atheist wish he has faith. 

DEAR WOMAN.

You're holding your phone, as your thumb scrolls down your feed. You don't know it yet but these words will find you when you least expect it. You've lost sleep this year. You've  been burt a lot this year. And though I'm just a stranger, my word are familiar to your heart. We always meet like this, you scrolling up and down your TL and here is everything you needed to read at the exact moment when you need it most. 

You are magic in a world that has yet to realise it and you matter even when others take your presence for granted. 

Your love is powerful, your time holds value and your existence means everything. I hope you understand that inside your heart lives the strength to overcome all this pain and sadness you've felt. 

You have courage and you have been brave. You have tried and tried but your effort will never matter to those who are unworthy of you and your love. 

2020 has just kicked off and were not so deep into the year. It's time to choose yourself. 

I just hope I've made a difference in your life. If these messages helped atleast one person, then I've done my job. To the woman reading this, I wish you nothing but peace and I want you to know that you are capable of self love and self healing. You are fully capable of whatever it is you need in order to move forward with your life. You are powerful and courageous. You survive as the warrior within you continues to fight. There is a light that dwells within you and it is time to shine it on yourself. 

REASONS WHY SCHOOL LIFE WAS BETTER THAN CAMPUS LIFE.

Ssup loyal fam, I know it's been a while since I put up something for you guys but worry no more. Unlike most people, I sincerely have to admit, primary and High school were far much better than the university/college terms 'memories'. Here's why I'm saying all this. 

1.Doing prank calls during university/college hours in campus is okay but doing some epic pranks around the dormitories, class and lying to guys during visiting days had it's own fun😂.

2.Cake cutting and all the weed and booze and the huge treats on a birthday is fun😊but roaming through the entire school and all classes distributing sweets and hiding the 'cake' and juice to have later one with the 'real ones' had it's own perks. 

3.Acting innocent to slip out of a punishment is okay but getting caught by your favorite teacher and thus leaving without any punishment had it's own luck😂.

4.Skiving classes is fun but roaming around because you're "looking" for the teacher who you even don't want in class😂in the name of "fulfilling your duty as a class prefect" had it's own pride moments. 

5.Blackmailing to complain to the authorities is justified but blackmailing to get their names on the "Noisemakers" list held it's own innocent naughtiness😂😂.

6.Being appreciated by the professor and lecturers every now and then gives joy😅(I've never experienced it though) but being called as "teachers favorite " had its own happiness. 

7.Avoiding professors calling your name by a professor is Okay but getting called by name for doing you assignments perfectly during school days were just moments of pride😅especially Mathematics. 

8.Low attendence, late submissions and backlogs during the last year are fearful😅but frankly speaking  school parents teachers meeting depicted real fear😑.

9.Posing for hundreds of selfies might feel trendy but everyone looking at the camera at the same time with a puppy face with the "say cheese" smile for a class photograph either for the school mags or random pictures was waaayyyy Classic. 

True or False??? Leave a comment if you get nostalgic memories 🌾

ONE LAST TIME.

Set up the alarm,

For starting your 6AM life. 

Wake up to get ready for school, 

For one last time. 

Get on the school bus, 

Walk alongside friends,

For that's the time when everything looks funny on the road. 

Get to school. 

That place you hate when you're alone, 

But the best place you'd ever wanna be with friend around, 

For one last time. 

Walk on those long corridors, 

Which never felt so long when kneeling down with friends, 

Because you were laughing the loudest and having fun instead of studying 

Sharing your yesterday, 

Planning your tomorrow's and living every today, 

As it never felt wrong. 

Polish your shoes, 

Then stand in the line, 

March smartly for the assembly, 

For one last time. 

Now remember the scolding, 

For not standing heightwise because you stuck to your buddy, 

Stretching out your arms for your nails to get checked, 

But now the teacher only requests for us to be quite. 

Breaktime munchies will be waiting for you, 

Also everyone will be looking in your tin for what's new, 

But only that one special boy/girlfriend would taste anyway. 

Suffer with those multiple stomach and headaches, 

To avoid the long speeches in the bright sunshine, 

And laugh at your classmates, 

For one last time. 

Study seriously in the first class, 

And jot down the notes, 

As from the second lesson,

Outside the class you'll float. 

"The bell already rang, we are late... "

Panic, before entering the class, 

For one last time. 

As the bell for "break time " strikes, 

The entire school seems to have a new life, 

Friends bonding over, 

After what seems like years. 

Only happiness and joy being re-created, 

Without even a tinge of sorrows and tears. 

Go gossip and giggle, 

And create memories infinite, 

Snatch and steal stuff from your friends tins, 

For one last time.

Ask your juniors to call you out, 

To show them how cool you are, 

Dodge that class with that girl❤

Tell her how you always feel bout her, 

Kiss her💘

As time is running fast. 

Pointing out the flaws of our school, 

And comparing it everytime, 

To schools we wish we were in. 

But fight with the outsiders, 

Saying a word against it. 

As it's "our place",

For one last time, 

During the games period, 

Sometimes playing, 

And other times discussing it's features, 

While walking around, 

Being so lost in the place, 

And still being found...... 

(Continues later. Writer became too emotional to continue.....) 

DON'T STRESS 2020.

Talking with a friend and she asked about how at peace I've looked and been. I took minding my own business to heart since 2020 kicked off. Some 14 days down the line. I've lived off-line and only shared the ring with people who showed up to fight with me. I learnt a few things the previous year though. Allow me to talk about them. 

1.Not everyone deserves access to every detail of your existence. I know social media is forcing this authentic and transparent narrative, but there is still magic in maintaining your mystery. Authenticity doesn't need to be loud. 

2.I ran my own race. I don't care about who's ahead, besides or behind. I've been so focused on my own race, I haven't allowed any room to be distracted by who else is running. Comparison slows you down, I'm focused. Less social media usage in the past 13 days has helped. 

3.Understand order. You cannot be the intern and the boss all at once. We are all being forced/shamed into thinking we must do it all now and everyone wants to be the boss now. This year, I found joy being the student and mastering the level I'm currently at.

4.I give people room to be exactly who they are. It doesn't mean I have to stick around to watch them be it. Every person in my life, I've chosen them to be there. 

5.I know what I want, but I know I'm not ready to handle the version of my life I'm pursuing. It is grace to be able to not yet have all I want, because I'm still working on becoming the dude that can handle it. Knowing that makes it easier to not rush anything. 

6.Respect the timing of your life. Mind your business. Run your own race. Save your coins. Live low-key. Show up for the people that matter. Practice discipline. Eat well. Smoke that joint⚡.Drink that water. Become competent. Check your character. Be greatful. 

I know 2020's gon be a good one🌴🌊✨

HOW TO FIND CLARITY.

This morning, I am thinking about clarity. From Hazy to clear. 

°I am thinking back to a time in 2017 when I was so clear on what I wanted in life. I had so much FOCUS and INTENTION. 

°what I am learning from my past self to incoprate clarity today. 

Clarity is about having laser sharp focus and belief in what you are doing. 

•Pour it all out. 

•Write it down. 

•What do you want, where are you? 

•Get the "noise" out of your head on paper or on your computer! 

Answer questions like 

•How does the next 6 months look like? 

•What do I have to do today. 

•What is my WHY? 

•How do I get from where I am to where I wanna be? 

•What do I need to cut off? 

•What do I need to incoprate? 

Realise that sometimes you do not need more information /motivation/resources.You need to become resourceful. 

•Resourcefulness is a mind-set. Believing that you can start where you are with what you have. 

•An attitude of resourcefulness inspires out-of-the-box thinking. 

Don't wait for clarity to come in your life. Create the discipline of finding it. 

•By your habit. 

•By being intentional. 

•By having good decisions. 

•By consuming the right things. 

A big part of finding clarity is also reducing the noise. The distractions. Declutter your space, desk, computer, social media feed and ultimately your mind. Focus on what's important.

What are your values? What is mostly important to you? eg Freedom, purpose, autonomy, adventure, family, happiness? Your goals need to be congruent to that. 

Figure out what you need to develop. It could be a skill or a habit. You now have a vision, your why and what you need to master. Now the most important part is the implementation. Start small and see how confident you become when you get a microwin. Increase your microwins. You are like 5 or 50 microwins away from your big break. Don't dismiss your small wins. Celebrate them and learn to be greatful. They will bring you closer to your big break. So go out there and find clarity today

CONSENTUAL SEX AND RAPE.

I've had conversations with my male friends about sex. From these conversations, I've come to appreciate that many don't know that they rape women, and are unbothered about it and this comes with much arrogance and entitlement. 

Entitlement. 

Some friends have said things like "my crib, my rules." If a lady accepts to visit, she has consented to sex. Guys make prior preparations for these visits, including buying alcohol so as to get the victim intoxicated and easy to sleep with. 

Arrogance.

If a lady visitor is not playing by, refuses to take the alcohol, calls out the guy on a being touchy, refuses to enter the bedroom or asks that the highly sexual movie he has asked that they watch together be changed, she MUST leave. Yeah, it happens but I know girls never tell their tales on this issues. 

Guys also try to keep ladies at their houses till it's too late that they will fear to leave alone. A night in a guys bed is assumed as consent. He will try everything to have sex with the lady, getting violent at times or even chasing you out of his crib when it's too late. 

When you listen to some of the stories my peers tell, there are some who praise themselves for having tried all night and 'getting lucky' like at 5am. Some even will tell you that she wasn't wet enough, she just lay there like a dead body.... I mean, you wanna fuck someone who isn't interested. What do you expect? 

Explaining to my peers that this is rape is a hustle😂😕.In fact, telling male friends that a lady visited,she slept in your bed but you didn't have any sex because she refused or wasn't ready attracts condemnation and insults. Been there.... 

The expectation of sex from any female that responds to a WhatsApp message is the beginning of rape. A young man who thinks every female visitor must be fucked, is a rapist waiting for the next victim. 😕

ALL YOU GOT TO KNOW ABOUT HAPPINESS.

Whether you're single, married, divorced or not in a relationship at all be happy. Happiness is not defined by relationship status. It's a personal desicion. There are happy singles, married and divorced people as there are equally unhappy ones. 

Happiness is a personal responsibility. I was a happy single dude and I remain a happy dude despite my relationship status. By the way, dating didn't or hasn't made me happy, it only multiplied it because my girl brought her own happiness too. Whether you own those cool sneakers, cool accessories, a car, bike or none, be HAPPY. 

There are many jet owners who are unhappy. In fact, generally available statistics have shown higher rates of depression amongst the "haves".I mean, it is a existence when ones happiness is anchored on such material things. 

Oh yes, material things, money being the fountainhead provide comfort and conveniences but many are unhappily comfortable. Use money and material things for what they are; means and resources. No more, no less. 

Now, be wary of many fake social media users that put you under pressure to acquire this/that to signify you are "Young, rich and Trendy, " leading you to unnecessary depression. You will buy those kicks and own those gold chains. That car. That lady. You will when you need to and have the means. 

Not having one doesn't mean you aren't "Cool".If owning cool stuff and every pretty thing were the yardstick of measuring being rich and classy, just imagine how rich many if not every Instagrammer is. 

Religion has taught many to feel cursed when they go through normal life challenges in varied forms, and to feel blessed only when there is money in their pockets. 

If people you know buy awsome stuff, genuinely be happy for them. Rejoice with them with sincierity but STOP using it to measure your life. There is no specific year designated for you to buy all that "awsome stuff" or be financially rich. These things happen largely by what you do with a sense of good timing. So don't let any person put unnecessary pressure on you. Many challenges you face are meant to strengthen, enrich and Bless you. STOP RUNNING AWAY FROM THEM. Though many of them too can be as a result of stupidity, folly, pride, greed and procrastination. 

You will be fine ,but first, be HAPPY, and at PEACE. PEACE is especially the reward of doing the right thing and it all begins when your words and actions are mostly in harmony. 

Watch, listen, meditate, buy wisdom and sell it NOT.Apply wisdom. Send out positive thoughts and energy into the world and towards others 💯.Conspire against no one. Live in the moment. The moment was once the tomorrow and future you postponed your happiness to. Now it is here⚡.Drink, eat and merry in it,for it is good and a blessing to be able to enjoy what one has laboured for.

Now GO and LIVE life🌴🌊.

MAKING THE RIGHT DECISION.

Making the right decision. 

Put a frog into a vessel full of water and start heating the water. As the temperature of the water begins to rise, the frog adjust it's body temperature accordingly. 

The frog keeps adjusting it's body temperature with the increasing temperature of the water. Just when the water is about to reach boiling point, the frog cannot adjust anymore. At this point the frog decides to jump. 

The frog tries to jump but it is unable to do so because it has lost all it's strength in adjusting with the rising water temperature. Very soon the frog dies. What killed the frog?  Think about it. I know many of us will say the boiling water. 

But the truth about what killed the frog was it's own inability to decide when to jump out. We all need to adjust with people and situations, but we need to be sure when we need to adjust and when we need to move on. 

There are times when we need to face the situation and take appropriate actions. If we allow people to exploit us physically, emotionally, financially, spiritually or mentally they will continue to do so. 

Let's jump while we still have the strength. 

Feel free to share if you feel like sharing. 

TELL THEM THIS.

"Youth is the gift of nature, but age is a work of art."~Stanislaw Jerzylec. 

Things I want my child to know about life. 

•Moments pass. This too will pass. 

•What they say is required is not what is required. 

•The whole world is not looking at you. 

•Good news😊:You have a lot of years ahead of you. 

•Bad news😑:Those will start passing more quickly. 

•Do not use humor as a weapon. Employ it as self defence. 

•Master a skill, then master another. 

•Don't burn bridges. You may need them sooner than you think. 

•Worry less and strive to reduce your fears .Years from now you'll shake your head at the way minor matters used to trouble you. 

•Keep your word. Do what you say you will do. 

•Be reluctant to asign bad motives to others. Most of us are blundering ,not conspiring. 

•There are many times when it's better to be kind than clever. 

•Each break-up brings you closer to the person whose right for you. 

•Learn as much as you can, about as many things as you want. 

•Don't manage your time. Invest it. 

•Actions rule your life, words only help. 

Mama Africa Part. 1

There's something about Mandela and Sankara that just always makes one feel proud of being an African. I don't know what that is, but you read about this two personalities and you're just proud to be black. Africa as much as its underdeveloped, it's one of the best things that God ever made me come across in my life. Yeah. Majority of the population is poor, but the ones that have it ,they don't mind sharing the little they have (That was long before "they" came and changes the system). 

Look at African men. Men that fought for a course they knew nothing about but they just did it. They wanted to liberate us from the colonial rule. People who were basically ruining the sense of Africanism in us by forcing us to neglect our ways of life to copy theirs😑.

We adopted their lifestyle but in many ways, I admire the African lifestyle of the past than the modern Africa. Minimal vices. Just brotherhood. One wise leader. Huge Families. No city hullabaloo and some that I even don't wanna mention. More of the Africa we read in books than the one that we in. Right now, things are rough. Africanism bullshit put A-side till further notice. Brothers turn against brothers. Leaders only look at theirs and their families welfare. We're just in shambles. 

I don't blame anyone for this but yoh, you thought copying "their" lifestyle would make you them?? (Funny, though it worked for afew in French colonies) lets just face it. We are Africans and we are better than them. Even if it's in a few areas, the key thing here is WE ARE BETTER THAN THEM. 

We don't wanna be like them. Our ancestors lived without "them" .Nothing weird befell them. They led a normal peaceful life. No wars. Death was timely and natural. Only common diseases. Basically, they never died prematurely. That's just my thought anyway. 

I'm not trying to imply anything but you guystry deciphering this Thomas Sankara Statement for me. "THIS STRUGGLE TO DEFEND THE TREES AND FORESTS IS ABOVE ALL STRUGGLE AGAINST IMPERIALISM, BECAUSE IMPERIALISM IS THE ARSONIST SETTING FIRE TO OUR FORESTS AND SAVANNAHS"~Thomas Sankara(Burkina Faso's prematurely murded first president).For awhile, I was taken back after reading this and I realized why Africa is ever in Chaos. But that's a story for another day. 

Above:NelsonMandela

.           Above:Thomas Sankara. 

All in all, I support Mandela I support Mandela's Ideology. He tried showing us that we Africans should rule ourselves with our own ideologies and we don't need foreign ideologies to better us and also by Sankara's philosophy of supporting ourselves as Africans. Sankara once said ," The one who feeds you usually imposes his will on you. " and that hit hard. 

So fellow Africans, please, don't cut off your roots. That what I'm trying to tell you in all this paragraphs. Don't overstress yourself wishing you were someone else. That's basically what I'm telling you. Love you and where you come from. Love the blood that flows in you and treasure your ancestors teachings. They are the ones that fought to liberate us from the people who tried to take us from our own ways and take all we owned. Finally, I love you mama Africa.