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Herculian

There will be tasks
several at a time
worth every dime
none will be more worth
than the task
of winning your mind
again and again

and life keeps laughing at me [IV]

This is a story contributed by talented writers and still in its infancy as more writers continue to make it a Novella. Enjoy my little input. Find the other parts here:

Part I

Part II

Part III

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Angel or demon? Which exactly I’m I to them? And what are they to me? Njeru lay facing up. He turned his head left and right, getting a clear picture of those that stood beside him. He wanted to speak, blurt even, yet the words formed like knot in the throat and tightened as he opened his mouth.

He felt sorry; he had been feeling sorry for the longest time, what with the divorce, reuniting and the uncertainty of rebuilding his career.

“I am sorry,”

“Just rest, we will have enough time to talk,” said Sarah

She gave his arm a reassuring squeeze, then wiped tears from his cheek with her palm.

“It will be alright, I am happy you are alive”

This was comforting and his lips tiredly curved into a smile. He felt hoarse and parched; he couldn’t clearly recall his last meal. He tried to remember, playing his memories like a vhs tape in the head. Then it hit him, like a lightning bolt on a rainy day. He shot up in bed and motioned for Mutiso to come closer. The plain ran through him and he clenched at his teeth keeping it at bay.

“What day is it?” He asked

“It is Wednesday Baba Junior,” replied a visibly surprised “Kwa nini?”

He shifted his gaze to Mutiso and asked

“Dexter! Have you seen my Dexter?”

“I picked him from the seat, I figured it must have been why you came to see me.”

“Angel! Confirmed, you are an angel.’

“What?” Asked Mutiso

“Never mind, I have a few instructions for you regarding Dexter”

He spoke for about a minute uninterrupted giving a brief synopsis of the problem at hand. He also explained to Mutiso that he had until the close of business hours to have the required photos for the competition. It was now fifteen past midday; giving Mots about four hours to perform a miracle. It was not going to be an easy task, and it had been made harder by the fact that Dexter also took a beating in the crash. Mutiso had been tactful enough to avoid making mention of this as he wanted to maintain the feel-good mood of his friend. He shook his hand and wished him luck then turned to leave.

Njeru pulled him back and said

“No, you go with that luck I have all the luck I need with me here.” He pointed at his wife who had been silent and smiled.

May the story continue........

juvenile delinquent

Life has been unfair to me

This can’t be all I was intended to be

Doesn’t this life hold much more?

Can’t I make it out of this hole?

I am 16 years old

I want new clothes

New shoes

I want a phone!

Why would my parents not provide?

I can find ways to make things work

This nonsense that surrounds me must stop

I am tired of my poverty

I am enraged by my struggles

I shall make it out

By any means

I picked an axe from my neighbor’s farm

I exchanged it for meat and ham

The butcher doesn’t know

Neither does my mum

I need a bigger take

I am 18 years for God’s sake!

I nicked car headlights outside the mosque

Four headlights for thirty smokes

That is a good deal no?

I am making my name hello!

And twenty years that may not be so bad a show

I have just received a briefcase of gold

From a white man who was shaken and old

I stood straight took instructions and strutted out bold

I am a go-between

From me to the big man across the creek

This is the big break I seek

I am twenty two years

My future doesn’t have to look so bleak

I moved up the ladder

Got a gun and I rule wider

I have my own sixteen, eighteen, twenty and twenty two year olds

But I will not live to tell my tale

For at twenty four

I hear the knocks on my mother’s door

I had come to upcountry to lay low

But someone must have mouthed.

For tomorrow I will be no more

I am a thief.

written with a 16yo thief, I encountered to day, in mind. May this 16 year old make better choices before life chooses the sequence for him.

#100daysofblogging #Day 6

p.s: I lacked an appropriate photo...

not all posts have titles

...and I saw life like dried leaves

Detached from the branch

Rustling away in the wind

It floated for a while then

Settled on the water surface

The gentle wind carried it to the edge

There it lay

Brown and moistened

Waiting to decay

not every poem makes sense, some are just but glimpses into an uncharted worlds. written during hazy thinking experiment time

#100days of blogging #day4

#stateofthenationaddresske

Image obtained from president's website: http://www.president.go.ke/

It is still too early to complain

That was the message from the crowd

They said they can wait

They are willing to sit it out

#SOTNKe

For the president is only young

And his term has been just BUT a year

It is acceptable

The people say it can be swallowed

That our wildlife has been poached faster in a year

Than it has been for the past decade

We accept that the terror attacks happened without our knowledge

And that getting the report endorsed and implemented

Is a privilege

One held by the political elite

We THE PEOPLE ACCEPT

That flying of flags takes precedence

And who flies them where and why is a matter of national concern

Despite the advice from the top man:

“Leaders in different arms of government ought to dedicate themselves to the achievement of the constitution, not the supremacy of their branch of the public service”

A concern that supersedes intelligence

Over increasing number of body bags in our presence

And the accompanying ‘investigative’ silence

We are okay with the increase in inflation

Provided uhunye is at the center of the national portrait

“Na tuko digital”

This is nonsense

A stupidity that goes beyond the emotional

The physical

The spiritual

This

This is the state of the nation address

Full of promise and lack of premise

I hear you Mr. President orate:

“but let us be careful: in devolving power and resources to the counties, we must remember that to infect our new county governments with the worst vices of the old is to betray the great hope of the constitution and its tenets of leadership and integrity. Such a betrayal must not happen under my watch”

Yet we all saw those that tender typewriters

And software that is available free online

We have found a new way to eat

KUSEMA NA KUTENDER

Masking our deals with business like undertones

Everything is in shades of grey

“and for governance in particular, article 10 calls for integrity, transparency, and accountability”

Including trips to Rwanda

To learn about city cleaning and decongestion

Yet Rwanda is on the record saying they learnt their trade from Nairobi

We too accept this

We accept this and other daylight robberies

Mr. President you rob me

YOU ROB ME Mr. President

Off my civil right to speak against ills

To march and mobilize people of similar opinion

#diapermentality

You stood up and spoke in a language flowery

Of how you defend and uphold the constitution

Do you realize our nation is slowly falling?

Accustomed to mediocrity

#HudumaKE

How goes that Commander in Chief?

Is still at its infancy stage?

Just like civility in this nation

Democracy

And governance

EVERYTHING is suddenly at infancy

We reply to each query

With a choreographed chorused answer

“This is a new constitution and we are doing everything to make it work. It is not the time to point fingers” ^*

What is wrong with the laptop project?