Natural Handwriting

The indigenous type of handwriting we use on our notebooks is a form of art. It is creative and differs from one person to the other. Modern text editing software has laid us back. Some of us rarely hold a pen. Some even don’t own pens; what is in their accessories is a complicated piece of technology which they rely on to publish their thoughts.

Abandoning the fact that we can scribble something good on a piece of paper is discouraging. I just wish that we could embark on our native writing technique. May be people will learn the fundamentals of language. Modern gadgets have spelling and grammar checkers. There also exist plagiarism tools for those poky villains with the creepy habit of cop and pasting.

Flush out them fakes

This morning I decide to flush out people who post my pics on social media without my consent.
This behavior is getting to my nerves. Some are even tagging me on photos I don't have ties with.
The evolution of Facebook changed life, but it didn't mean people should start breaking simple rules. I don't want to be famous just because of your pics. My nature allows me to be discrete.

I don't post a lot of pics on social media because I'm aware of the consequences it may bring. Some people need to grow balls and stop living in their mama's house. This poky trait is associated to bitchy girls.

Control

White as the floor tiles

Slippery like a mopped floor

Intense like the sound of someone who tripped

Walk carefully, the world is slippery

When you fall, no one will hold you

No one will confront you

Just like the detergent used on that floor

Big Foot

Nature has a lot to offer. Life has amazing things to offer too. The existence of diverse living creatures is proof that we live in a beautiful world. My recent research, which was curiosity-driven, has led me to learn about the Sasquatch aka ‘Big Foot’. Scientists still believe in the existence of this creature. There is photographic evidence to support this.

What I love about this creature is its appearance. It is so hairy that its fur can be used in cloning of the human hair. From the nick name: “Big Foot”, you can tell that the size of its leg. This creature should be featured in the Guinness Book of records for the biggest foot.

Stuck in my own ways

My game plan is unique. My approaches to life are clever. I stand out from the rest. Living individually is a virtue I taught myself. Learning from my worst experiences is what I do on a regular basis. I also feed my mind with unique stuff every day. I dig deeper to perceive further insights. I think sharper so as to formulate the best problem solving techniques.

My mode of researching is different; it is multidimensional. I read a lot. I also critic other literal or academic work I come across. I try building on other people’s knowledge. I use ideas generated by others to come up with better ones. Copy and paste isn’t my thing because it’s an offence.

I believe that everyone can be original in doing anything different. Every one has a different perspective towards a given subject matter. We were all born artists; we are creative, dynamic and responsive. Our nature as bright human beings has helped transform the world.

I choose to stick on my ways. I choose to stand firm for what I believe in. That way, my products will be of use to the society around me.

Consume (“Chakula ya Soul”)

Music soothes the soul. It gives one a whole new beginning after a major drawback in life. Constantly listening to music ensures that we live a stress-free life.

In Kenya, we speak Swahili. ‘Chakula’ is the Swahili word for ‘Food’. ‘Chakula ya soul’ literally means food for the soul. We consume this food. The rhythms accompanied by amazing vocals are truly beautiful. The dynamic nature of artists, who create them, makes us listen to them more. Every one of them was gifted differently thus the diversity in concentration of fans who listen to them.

Music is what Psychopaths need, to calm them down. The excessive medication mental patients are given isn’t of help. Some of them are left to live in solitude; away from

My Afternoon Dream

I’ve been working hard for the past few days. I need a break. I need to take a nap. The only time available for me is in the afternoon, because I focus a lot in the mornings. This is also because the weather here in the Coast becomes less suitable for learning in the afternoons.

I guess it’s time to head home. It’s time to warm my bed. Let go of the complicated things I learnt a while ago. This is when I close my eyes; I try to breathe slowly; I recall everything I’ve learnt then “shut down” my brain. I don’t necessarily have to be dead. Minutes later,

Programming changed my life

I can’t sufficiently explain what programming did to my life. The moment I started learning it, I knew my life will forever change. A greater potential to think critically rose in me. Days of the week were normal to me for I couldn’t distinguish Saturday and Monday. My schedules were plan-driven. My decisions were rational. The creepy feelings I always had in the past whenever I did something wrong were long gone.

Some said that it made me an introvert; that I started living like a monk in solitude: I cut human contacts. Deep down in me, I was driven by

Force Vs Will

It reaches a time in life when you have to choose between what you like and what you are forced to like. Your tastes and preferences dictate who you are. Unwanted energy can emerge putting pressure; people close to you can do the same. Your decisions should remain final.

Good Kid, Mad Life

“I learnt that, whenever I want to tell a story, I should always start with my name.” The theme should always revolve around me. I should be the protagonist and my life, the context. The encounters I’ve had in my life must be skillfully penned down, to portray the different life I lived. The readers should get a vivid picture of my real life experiences. My words should be intense: emotions arise from them.

The tale of a young

Unsolved Equation

Girls are like a Mathematical equation. Their psychology is complex. Their wired nature makes them unique beings in this world. They express love in broader ways than men do. They are tender and emotional: Heart breaks and set backs leave them hurting. Good moments are treasured in their hearts. Be-nice-to-a-lady is a policy every male should adopt. It is nature; nothing hard to abide to.

I guess those are the simple rules a man should

Visitor’s Book

“Do I have to sign in that book, every time I walk into the school gate?” I keep asking my self this question.