Before I lose my sight to the spirits of old age, before I bend like a crescent moon, just before I lose my soft skin to the witches of the East, I will call for a rendezvous of all the children I will have sired, whether young or old, dark or light skinned, I shall…
I remember the days I was eyeing on this girl, Polina, she was the most beautiful girl in our village,
She used to live a few miles from our home, at the verge of one of the corners of my father’s ancestral land,
Sometimes I would hide in the bushes and listen to her as she gossiped with her mother,
She sat at the feet of her mama, weaving a traditional kyondo, used for fetching cereals from the market,
As early as 5 am in the morning, we would commence our journey towards Kikuu river, a seasonal river that served the entire village,
So we had to hit the road that early to avoid hurting our feet when the sun rises, no one knew the feeling of putting on shoes, we were raised that way,
Upon reaching the iconic river, we would identify a wet area and dig using a shovel, then we would test the water inorder to fetch the sweetest not the salty one, otherwise mama would beat us hard!
The struggle to accumulate wealth before we vanish from the face of the land is real, everyone is fighting to climb the ladder as fast as they can,
The urge to surpass the world’s richest man Mr. Jeff Bezos the Amazon founder, or Aliko Dangote; the richest man in black Africa before the sun goes down, is on another level,
The fact that life will never give us a second chance scares me alot! You know that ancient quote that life waits for no man, right?
That once a second, a minute or an hour slips away from your fingers, no matter how powerful you are, man, you’ll never recover it untill you kick the black bucket?
The night is here, longer than I expected; I’m staring at my colourful yellow bulb that fully illuminates my bedsitter to the four corners,
It’s almost midnight, the night clubs and casinos have been shut, the mugithi live performers have finished their job, it’s now pay time,
Loud voices of both rich and poor drunk men can be heard as they are forced to vacate the local bar, it’s almost curfew time!
Some are giving directions to taxi drivers, others have their own private drivers while the other class of poor sons are walking on foot back to their wives,
Africa is one of the most magnificent continents God has ever made; the vegetation, wildlife, the beautiful view of a warm rising sun is incomparable,
Different languages, clans, tribes, different colours, but we can still afford to bond and speak one national language,
For instance in my homeland we are more than forty tribes, some of us are hunters others are pastoralists, and others are fishermen,
From the coastal region all the way to the northern parts of Mandera, Kenya is among the most captivating countries in Sub-Saharan Africa,
How we struggled to speak in the white man’s language, in fear of being punished by the tutor on duty, for conversing in our mother language,
Life was not easy when we were younger, we used to fight regularly for no reason, just to see who’s the looser in our class,
We loved competing in races, we would run for about five rounds in the field and whoever came last would be nicknamed a “warthog”
Now it’s been a decade and half, things are not like they used to be though we’re trying, I’ll come back someday my village people.
The greatest adversary of man is a man, let alone the snake and her descendants, the curse still lives on,
People would never feed you when you’re hungry, they would rather feed their four- legged night watchmen than stretch their hands to save your starving soul,
But they would travel miles to come and burry you when the news go viral that you’ve kicked the blanket,
That is the moment they will offer to buy you a golden casket, that you may be send six fit under, in a colourful way,
Life in Africa can only be compared with a football match between a bullet-less Arsenal and ofcourse a bigger team like the real giant of Madrid,Even before the players start blinking well, just as they are adapting to the cold climate of the Spanish capital, the game is already one-nil,When Xhaka is about to break…
Why have you decided to wear a designer suit on top of your dirty pants? And yet you haven’t taken shower… why Francis?
Ever complaining of a persistent stomach ache yet you don’t cleanse your cup when it’s tea time!
This is like inserting your hands into the mouth of a crocodile and expecting it back as it was,
No matter how influential you are son, you will never teach an old baboon new tricks on how to survive in a jungle!…