biko

Breathe…

(more…)

Undeniably, chickens — say birds — are fondly creatures. I have made earlier posts about how they can create such beautiful bonds with their keepers. You could argue it is the feeding that gets them closer. Or that it is just in their nature to like people. But something happens around their hatching time that makes them all fiesty. Even the kindest of them all seems to get this deadly wave…

Hello Kuoobie’s! We made a guest post! At a one super fantastic blog. Drum rolls please… (more…)

Here we are again. Here down that road that made us go silly and gaga every time over everything and nothing in particular. (more…)

Oh, it is excellent to have a giant’s strength, but it is tyrannous to use it as a giant.William Shakespeare An elephant told an ant, “You ride on my back all day, even I want to feel what it’s like on someone’s back to lay.” The ant told the elephant, “You stomp on my kind all day; even I would like to stomp and crush all others in my way.”An Ant And An Elephant

Returned to fill timeBut nothing rhymesBells just dong and chimeAnd I guessThe living world ain’t my placeNo more than my silent grave.

Now, the sign of a jiko in front of a stall is a sure bet on my next kinda meal. Githeri, maharagwe, mandondo, mbaazi name it. I was attached to this creation long ago before it hit the streets. As I’ll narrate to you. (more…)

In six words First off, Ben Carson’s mother had a solid truth about TV in Gifted Hands. Something she insistently drilled into the lives of her two sons. “Watching TV lets you watch others as they make money.” Hard nailed…. A childhood cliche and in adulthood this has become a nagging thought whenever I turn on the teli. And just how would you measure ‘too much?’ And what about reading…

One day you’ll tell

About everything you could ever want to taleOf a lost past; days that never went so wellAbout dreary paths that made me so paleOf the vast travels, leave nothing out I begAbout the faces: places and facets of the trailWe’ve journeyed near and far; ever on tread. (more…)

The music stopped with his heart Please leave a six word story, that would somehow rhyme with mine. Or simply say hi over here.

The Mango Tree – written for earth day

He who plants a tree plants a hope. Lucy Larcom (more…)

Feels like a mouthful, right? How long would you take to speak this much? When you’re a radio presenter it won’t even last a week, I guess. The air-hostess/telemarketer would probably pass this in a day. What of the teachers? An hour? But for a slow writer like me it took a stretch of 100 posts. Writing the ‘bother’ prompt got me reflective on the amount of work put in here. Am so grateful for…

Sometimes I fail to understand why I set deadlines I hardly work to keep.Other times I admire the crazy courage I get to dare myself to such great heights.Can someone clearly explain how I even started to bother with these daily writings? Oh Bothers with the botherings… Quadrille Monday

2021 still haunts like power being cut, the lights going off with you on stage, performing. Before the blackout, everything was vibed. The crowd was swaying, whooping, jubilating, dancing. Now, only muffled voices; a sad realization that no one barely sung along. It was just you and the amplifier. You struggle to accept this fact. Perhaps they hadn’t enjoyed the show enough. (more…)

There is a pot by the alterThat they began to mould ;They finished the baseBut the neck remains undoneFor they ran out of mud.Prof. Miriam Khamadi Were I have a lot of things that need to be done, within a very short time. This is the present state of affairs in the farm. Everywhere I look there lies a beckoning task. Sometimes am alluded to wonder why they all just seem to be sitting, waiting…

See, people would find you dressed up, and chilled and think everything is alright, and you have it all figured out. But putting on a gun face takes practice. I know of people who were tangled up in so many issues yet they managed to carry out their lives like nothing is ever the matter. I would say to them, having known you makes me see my problems as nothing. There’s this particular friend who…

My thoughts on the new month. From places left forgotten as extinct… Simply out to help us reflect. Oh April, you ain’t far-high!You boasted of hills not nigh.Weren’t they yet another lie? Yes, the months are rolling fast! Had believed the fourth to be miles away. But see, it’s dawning even before we celebrated March’s match! I give up betting on tides. Happy new month! At most enjoy!