Right now I am just sitting, listening to music as I wander my mind around what is happening right now in my life. A lot is happening but there is only one thing making me panic. It is the thought of this year coming to an end. So lately I have been waking up very early and by early I mean 5.30AM or 6.00AM when sleep takes the better part of me. I snooze my alarm two three times before waking up, it is either I am a lover of sleep or sleep just can't leave me alone. I am yet to figure this out. I don't wake up that early to go to
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Feels like it is my birthday once again! But this time, I just turned two years in writing here on my blog. I knew what I was getting myself into when I started this blog . I knew right there and then that this is what I wanted to do from the word go. I had to publish posts now and then and keep up with my readers. No one put me down and told me to give up writing and that only means I got support all round me. Yes, I have been away for sometime now. All I have been hearing is ''Hey Kithy, when do you get back to writing?"
My life has been a mess....My life has been a blessing.... My life has been a nightmare...My life has been the best... My life has been......too much to handle... My life this!! My life that!! What does life in general even mean? I have lost, I have gained...I have sang songs of joy. I have cried....I have laughed. That is life right? You reading this, can you probably explain better what life is?...Why does it have to be complicated? No...wait. Is it really complicated? Is it a bed of roses or not? Is it like a sweet
Every time I wake up in the morning, I feel like I got this heavy load to carry. It is like I owe the world some explanation on who I am and what I want from this life. Sometimes I end up planning on what to do even when I got nothing better to do. Here is the thing, I don't like idling around. I would rather sit down on my not-so-cosy couch (Talk about the hustle life) and stare at the ceiling and think. Think about my life. Think about everything and anything that pops in my mind. I just don't get it. This life is hard but I
I gained my consciousness in the middle of the night, found myself lying on a hospital bed. All alone. Wrestling for my life. Defying death. Motionless. I did not know how I got here. I felt dizzy and weaker. I couldn't even move my legs, they were numb. What happened? What had I done to deserve this? Where did I go wrong in my life? Countless questions ran through my mind without a single answer. When I looked at the clock on the wall, it was 2 AM at night. The facility was graveyard silent except the beeping sound of machines
Carol: How are you Dennis? She asked. Me: Am doing better? Carol: Am sorry for what happened to you. Nderitu told me everything. Me: Everything? Carol: Yeah, am really sorry. Me: Thanks, I wouldn’t ask what exactly Nderitu had told her but I was quite sure he either exaggerated or understated in his favour. I wasn’t surprised at all. Immediately he left, Carol pulled a sit and sat just beside me. She offered to take care of me in the meantime. She wasn’t clear what her intention because she even suggested she can come and
I would better run home and see what Nderitu had in store for me in my room… All I wanted right now was to get in my room and relax. Thoughts and more stress camped in my head. I came to note that I had no money left with me when we were almost in town and the tout was demanding for it. Not that it was much, the fare was only ten bob at that time, from Githurai to town. I tried to pretend that I was searching for the money in my pocket of which I knew well enough that I had left all the money I had in Pastor Kurian temple. The
Sometimes we create our own heartbreaks through expectation. All she could offer me was heartbreak... On that very evening when I was still lying on my bed thinking of how this counselors of mine had messed up with my life, I decided to now call Nderitu. Nderitu is one of my longtime friend and adviser too who has known me for the better part of my life. Though he hasn’t recently been much loyal. I had also included him in my list of counselors, reason being he knew all my problems and it’s not surprising that he was the cause of
That’s how I escaped Dr. Sasha’s advice. Zainabu was the next counselor in my list…… …………Zainabu was the next counselor in my list but I actually had a tough time on deciding whether I had to continue seeking help after what had happen with Dr. Sasha. I didn’t predict that all she could offer me was mild headache. My ultimate wish was to be redeemed from this situation which was preparing my ticket direct to eternal condemnation. Anyway, many are the times this 'Never give up' cliche has hit me. I was not going to ignore the
By Dennis Kioko The devil has not been happy with my life . I know that. In fact, in every attempt of trying to live a holy life, life without blemish. He interferes and pulls me down once again. He makes sure that I am always his client and there is no way I can see this Kingdom of Heaven that I have been waiting for or rather my name being drafted in that big book of life. I guess he is in love with me. The genesis of our so called relationship started last year when our pastor migrated the church to another area at Githurai.