Collins Osanya Many semesters ago, while busying my idle self with key units like development studies and Kiswahili for communication, my academic week would end and begin on Wednesday. And the debauchery, that semester, begun on Thursday to Monday midday. The son to teacher Ruth, clothed in the same attire for four days, staggered through the campus gate, high as kite, the scent of cheap … Continue reading African technology; the afternoon I thought I’d been bewitched
Collins Osanya Years ago, my uncle, then a UoN Kabete Campus fellow, in his dealings as an entrepreneurial student leader stumbled into a pretty church girl in campus, liked her and made the foolish decision to fall in love. Their Romeo and Juliet dalliance went on after campus, with the lady accompanying him to family only events, she holding his hands and him introducing her … Continue reading To fall in love while in campus is to attempt suicide
Lavenda Amunga One thing our parents need to understand is that a Sunday in campus is so different from a Sunday at home! While at home all know that attending church is the rule of the house. Still i wonder if a comrade will still maintain his routine even when at school. All i know is that in campus, there are 5 kinds of people … Continue reading Sunday faithfulS
Lavenda Amunga It is high time the campus student retrieves his primary school notes from whatever pit he must have buried them and review the major cause of the killer disease HIV/AIDS. Quite unfortunate is the fact that this elite group are the ones engaging in unprotected inappropriate sex every single day, not petrified by the number of sexual partners they have. All this sprouts … Continue reading An Illiterate Elite
Collins Osanya In loving memory of the lips I never got to kiss, the eyes that never brought tears to mine, the meetings in the dark we never had and the glass smooth fingers that never clung to mine in a subtle fit of something near love, something nearing a platonic intimacy, I shall not, my dear love, mourn you in a bar. I shall … Continue reading And my mind, like the tea in my mug, won’t remember that you were here.
Don Benzo Who has ever bothered to find out how the Nazis raised to power. It’s unimaginable that people with such vile hearts can convince the majority of a nation to vote them in as a power then turn on them. Here is the thing, the Nazis never convinced the people, and they were never voted in. in fact, the Nazis took advantage of an … Continue reading LET’S…
Don Benzo It’s the middle of the day around 11am, the sun hanging directly on top scorching everything in its path. The heat is sweltering, tyrannical and scorched everything in its path. It’s the type of heat that made a mockery of the anti-perspiration body lotion by turning the paths and parks into sky lined ovens. I was sauntering to my daily grind in wondering … Continue reading JUST DO GOOD