MISS MULI DRIVE

    I want a ride home I was now two weeks old in the school and the matron could no longer wash my clothes. Not because i learnt how to do my laundry but because I had two std.8 girls fighting for me. He he i just wanted to say that...cause it feels nice. Right?     Ndunge got me from my first morning in the school as she argued out and now Esther, argued herself out that she's from the coast. I couldn't choose. They were all nice. I was just there like a little princess. Did i forget to say shaven? Yes shaven. Bald. Everyone was. You should see my ears when bald. Satellite.     thanks to Ndunge I had a nice stay   Okay. I always had clean clothes. My suitcase well arranged. Never bullied. Was i a pet? I don't know. But one thing i never got used to in this school is the FOOD and my home sick got stronger each day. "Mimi sili sima ya kuungua. Sinywi uji. Sili pojo. Sili hiki, sili kile..." It was my daily song. It's funny how

i love my school "Brrrrrrrrhbruuuuuuh" I woke up to the sound of this which i later learnt it was the school generator. No electricity here? Scratch that, that's not our story. I stretched before I opened my eyes. " Hey, sasa ?" That was the girl standing beside my bed and my reply was, " Why are people waking up in the middle of the night ?" She laughed saying it was already 4 o'clock. Time for morning preps. Okay! I was learning some new vocabularies here. But wait, 4 o'clock? Ain't this some typa oppression? I hardly had sleep the whole night, please lemme sleep. I stoop up, the blankets fell down my body. My feet tingled from the pressure of standing, they must have fallen asleep. Ndunge, as she introduced herself, walked me outside to the bathroom. What am I seeing here? All of them there were naked. In that spacious corridor of the washrooms. There were like 4 bathrooms and since it couldn't ac

      Today it wasn't normal at my house. It was the D day. My day. My bags packed with my NEW everything and a wooden 'box' as the school requested.   And there I was, making faces to my brother, laughing at him that he didn't have any new things as I had. He just starred as if to say "woiye baby sis I just wish you knew what awaits you" But I didn't care, I was going to UKAMBANI school, with my new SHOES. I'm going to beat them all in exam, those kamba kids. Exam results was my pride, more so in Mathematics. So I'm going to show them. I kept telling myself.     The whole ride from Wote town, where I put on my NEW uniform on, was silent. Not one word was spoken. We all kept our thoughts to ourselves until we came to a stop. That's when I realised we were parked outside the school's gate. I turned to my parents just to confirm they are going to sleep in the school compound too and they did. Bingo! I had totally nothin

      "Nani anataka kwenda boarding school?" My mother asked as we just sat there starring at her wondering what she meant by boarding school. Oh! And so it happened I was the only one who didn't understand as my brother replied saying he would never to to boarding and if it reached a time for him to be in high school then my parents should be living in the neighbouring.     So now my parents turned to me with a warm smile, explained what it meant by boarding school. The fact that I'd leave behind my new friends, ( in case i forgot to mention, we were just a few months old in this town #80403 so i managed to pick out a few friends in the school i was at ), made me be hesitant. "You will have new uniforms, new shoes, anything that you'll want you'll have it new" that's my father saying. My brother just shook his head as if to pity me.     Mmmh...new shoes! I thought to myself. I've always wanted to have these bata toug

    Suppose you were a stage artiste and you were to play the role of a woman, though you are actually a man.   Don't be ashamed to call quits on bad habits      You would put on a woman's dress and wig, talk and perform like a woman. But you will not forget that you are a man at the end of the act.   You would eventually get off the stage and go back to the dressing room, change into your real clothes and walk down the street. When you set out to work on Monday morning, you will talk and live like a man. It would be ridiculous for you to go back to work talking and behaving like a woman, the way you did on your role play the other night. The same thing applies to you now. You acted in the wrong way before you knew it was wrong ( I'm not saying being a woman is a bad thing ) but now you have a new life that makes you differentiate the right from wrong. You have been playing the role of a woman for a long time and sometimes you forget yourself and st

 UNDERSTAND ME        Many people keep on asking why they cannot find themselves in good relations with others and keep blaming others. Well, Let's look at the art of communication as a major key point of developing healthy relationships.   Communication is an essential in any given relationships we find ourselves in. A person is able to air out his or her thoughts and opinions on certain issues and hence discuss with the other party involved for a better outcome. This reduces chances of stress caused by overthinking on a certain itchy matter and as we all know, a problem shared is a problem half solved.   A good communicator or communication entails : Knowing what you want to communicate. Listening to what others are saying. Developing solutions that will be for the good of all parties involved (Commonly known as the win-win situation). Expressing appreciation.   HELP ME HELP YOU     Expecting someone to know or read your mind

    hold your head high     It's amazing the way we live through a day. Being motivated by the achieves of today. With lots of cautions when we remember the drawback of yesterday.   We empower ourselves when we are down, not wanting to let go the little we have. We keep on craving for and obtaining more. If anybody sad we cannot, we listen to them no more. You live contented when you have something you can look back to say i did that. Even when we are exhausted , we still manage not to lose hope and with this hope our former energies are restored. Not wanting our inner soul to be engulfed by doubt. Not wanting to be shutterred by mystery of the world.   We keep on holding onto the right, the truth. Even when some argue against it we strongly say no, they have to be wrong. We head to the top no matter the price. Though pricked by the thorns we step on as we go up we still manage to keep moving. Tears falling not because we are sad but because we are joyous for

  They are the most over-protective brothers in history. I often feel like I am queen and they are my personal guards,except that I can't order them around, like a queen. which hardly seems fair. Needless to say, they have never let me near enough to a boy to be in a relationship. This one time, one brother, George, said on me over a boy I had my first kiss with, as if a girl couldn't have enough trouble securing a boyfriend. { why I am using this photo, I do not know } And so now it was the first day of campus for me and I was ready for it. I mean who hasn't been ready for a great time in campus! I went to the living room and there he was, Merck. HIM: So are you ready to rock your life in campus? ME: Hell yeah, cant wait to see all the cute boys faces. HIM: No way! you cant talk to any boys except for Thomas. ( see now, Thomas you wonder who he is. Thomas is one of our brothers, at least we make it look like it. He actually i