I don't know where we went,how we lost track but the magnitude of whatever happened to us has left me a walking dead. I am just living but I don't see the meaning of life. Gatush you have made my world stop and I don't know what else I can do but even writing isn't giving me enough solace cause it's like you went with all the ink and now my pen cannot write anymore. If you feel relieved, stay away and continue doing you but if you miss me come back home.
Today being the day i was born,i look back and feel a touch of pride at my younger self's dedication to literature,activism and aviation which have always given me the strength of mind to resist the blandishments of enemies of promise.. I was born at Bondeni Maternity on 1st June 1996.And the time?The time matters,too.Well then at night.No,its important to be more...On the stroke of midnight,as a matter of fact.Clock-hands joined palms in respectful greeting as i came.Oh,spe ll it out,spell it out:at the precise instant of Kenya's celebration as a free state on Madaraka Day,i tumbled forth into the world.There were gasps.And,outside the window,fireworks and crowds.A few seconds later,my father broke his big toe;but his a mere trifle when set beside what had befallen me in that benighted moment,because thanks to the occult of tyrannies of those blandly saluting clocks i had been mysteriously handcuffed to history,my destinies indissolubly chained to those of my country.For ...
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