pub-4564465823266615 October 2017 ~ Writers Guild Chuka University

Sunday, 29 October 2017

FROM SIMPLE AND CHEAP TO EXPENSIVE AND RARE


A simple genuine smile, an honest handshake; these just simple and priceless gestures but in today’s modern technology-filled world, these gestures are the hardest, most expensive things to find. A simple stroll down the streets will tell you the whole story. The few smiles that will be thrown your way, genuinely I must state, are less than the number of fingers on your left hand.
With the enormous and fast-moving technological achievements and evolution respectively, we are more often than not glued to our smart gadgets. We are more concentrated on sending a smiley emoji to person miles away from you, rather than throw one genuine smile at the passenger seated next to you; it won’t cost you any data bundles anyway. Our fingers are so busy typing away on our screens, scrolling up and down on social media. Our hands always so busy to even stretch out for a simple handshake to the battler who opens the door for you day in day out at your workplace.

We are too busy taking care of our `personal’ issues. It’s not that they are less important, but I wonder where that saying I grew up with, ` No hurry in Africa’ varnished to? Many would argue that our country is now growing into a new age, an age where development comes first in order to improve our standards of living, but, what next after achieving the so-called ‘developed nation’ status, is it then that we now start paying attention to our societal sense of belonging? That for now, we can put all those smiles in a bag somewhere, all those handshakes then unleash them when we are now referred to as a developed country? Where did those simple handshakes that our fathers so generously dished out without measure disappear to?  Those smiles that defined our country as a smiling nation, were they buried with our mothers before us? They say a smile can brighten your day and then you wonder why your life is so gloomy, huh!

“Mwacha mila mtumwa”, the Swahili people said, so I guess traditions are part and person of our lives. In our traditional setting, sense of belonging was vital, great appreciation was accorded to each and every member of a society from the newborn baby to the elderly. Acknowledging even strangers was not an alien gesture, they were welcomed with open arms, received with smiles and heartwarming greetings and handshakes, not like those greetings in the movie ‘the gods must be crazy’ but, a welcoming that would leave you wondering if you were their prodigal son. Where did these practices go to?
The fact though is, we are too busy concentrating on me myself and I to notice the biblical commandment of love, love your neighbour as you love yourself, or is that only applicable to our dear beloved mafisi Sacco?

                                                                                                               By Githinji Kiiru.

Wednesday, 25 October 2017

I AM ALIVE



Shine bright,
The Chandelier's light might,,
Unleash your rainbow's glowing colours,.
Straighten the seams of your flashing colors.

Live the reality of your dream,
Smile the glow of your face's sh.ining cream,
Explore the sweetness of your heart's desire,
Dance to the beats that your soul it does inspire

Sing along your songbird's beautiful song,
Concoction of your blood and medicine strong,
Wipe your lashes dry from your tears' chain,
Breath a resounding relief from the reality of your win


By Marion Jepkosgei
(@JepkosgeiMarion124)

THE UNTOLD MENTAL TALE

Please enjoy my few sober minutes,
Na si ati ju nakuanga ever high,
Ni vile life ilikam nkiwa low ikakam high,
Leo nataka kuwapatia story,
Story yes bado haijakua termed kama history,
But story yangu,
Me mwenye siezi simama nimwite chizi mwenzangu.

Nakumbuka io siku vile life iliturn,
From a hundred i was left with none,
The city askaris took the better part of me,
And robbed what was left of me.

Nlikosa kufikisha pesa ya bond,
Na hapo ndio mm na wao tukagrow bond,
I wish ingekua something priceless ka eurobond,
But this is a bond so bad than that of being conned.

We toured the town at night, 
Siezi jua when tulienda left ama right,
Wenye tulibaki kwa mariamu tulidungwa left, 
Na place unknown naskia tuliget saved.

Nliamka nkaanza kucheka sana,
Nkismile ju ya vitu naona zikikuja,
Vitu nlishangaa sana zimetoka wapi,
Vitu spacious, nlidhani ni aliens.

Nlienda hosi nkaambiwa i was mad,
Na trust me i became mad,
Nkajamia hao mapolisi,
Ju wao tu ndio wanajua chenye walinidunga,
Sasa mitaani me hustroll,
Nakaribia mtu anakimbia karibu aroll,
Im now permanently this way,
Kuna time nakuanga sober uchizi kidogo inasway,
But this life is hard.

I wish i can take revenge,
But that nothing will change, 
Even in this state he still chases me,
And trust me i dont know what he wants with me,
I wish we can talk when sober, 
I ask him for an antidote to make this over,
Coz i miss home,
Home where i left them,
Them whom i rooted for coz they were my stem,
Them that i lived for, 
Them that God blessed us to be four.

I wish i can remember their names,
But if i did no one will believe,
As ill say it smiling, 
Not coz im happy, 
But coz im ailing, 
Im in pain,
Im in misery,
So next time u see me in town, 
Please dont knock me down, 
Hear my voice i might be sober,
Or just pass me by,
Atleast blushily ill tell uu bye. 

By Kelvin Gacheha Maina
(MARQUEEZ 2017)

Saturday, 14 October 2017

DILEMMA


I don't want to think of the future
It doesn't hold me
Neither do I want to think about the past
That was me then
I don't want to sing, I only know sad songs
Neither do I want to be quite , I have so much to say.

I don't want to advocate for peace, because I myself lack it
Neither do I want to think of war, I've been in so much with fate
I don't want to pray, I've sinned in everything
Neither do I want to grieve by myself, but I'm always alone.

I don't want friendship, because my nature fails me
Neither do I want love, I've searched for so long but all in vain
I don't want the sun, it scorches so much
Neither do I want the rain, it's drops are too heavy for me
I don't need to plan
Neither do I just need to be there
But fate will always do things its way.

I don't want to believe the truth, it's too bitter
Neither do I take the path of a lie, it's dark and rotten
I think of now and what I see is me and tomorrow
But that has a lot of strains attached
I've chosen to be a lone-walker
Because those like me can't be found anywhere
Maybe they are busy somewhere,
Being who they've always wanted to be.

I just want to have time to think
And reason on this want
But does it count?
Only fate will give the verdict.

            By Verline Mindugu

Wednesday, 11 October 2017

MY ALL



I'm not perfect
I'm not the best
But don't take me for granted

I won't promise to give you all
In fact I won't give you my all
I will want to play ball
You can join me and play catch
We can run and jump around but
It doesn't mean I give you my heart
I am afraid of hurt

It is said you get what you work for
You reap according to your sweat

For my all
You have to pay more
More than you will want to accord
Just to get my all
you will have to play ball
Play it so hard till you fall
But be sure I'll be watching all
And when you break your bones
To get my all
Be sure mate
You will be my soul

But I must tell
Don't take me for granted
I'm not perfect
That is granted.


By Sinjy Githinji

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Wednesday, 4 October 2017

8 TYPES OF ROOMMATES YOU MEET IN THE OFF-CAMPUS HOSTELS OF CHUKA UNIVERSITY



In Chuka University, hostels are few in number, every year the university admits thousands of students who are enrolled to pursue various courses that it offers. Chuka University itself being a developing university lacks enough capacity to comfortably accommodate the immense number of students flocking in every year. Needless to say that most hostels are in rather decrepit state, so some students cannot bear the thought of sleeping in group of four like high school dormitories. Also the need to privacy will compel any student to seek shelter outside the university either individually or find a roommate.  Lucky to say that opportunist wealthy investors around the school vicinity continue to  embark  in a building spree to ensure that the overflow is accommodated in their houses.
Most of these houses are exorbitantly rented out, and not all can afford to live alone. As a result sharing a space with someone is the first thing that comes to mind. For some reason one may not have the privilege of choosing their roommates so you may end up living with some very queer characters. Let us explore them.

The Weirdo Roommate
His demeanor is characterized by extreme mood swings. The first week or two this guy will be in a bliss merrymaking with you and everyone around but the next few weeks, he would sulk up at you for no apparent reason. He even refuses to share cost of foodstuffs and will start cooking his.
Owing to the rising cases of homicides between roommates in many universities you are forced to fear becoming a victim because at times you rarely know what this person is thinking because he rarely offers any transparency in him. When there is an issue which can be solved through face to face confrontation for example washing the dishes or cleaning the house he resolves to send you a text message with a condescending tone reminding you of your duties.
This is the type of person I shared a room with in my first semester as a first year. That guy was a  jerk, obnoxious, utterly unpredictable and the most difficult person to ever deal with. I thank God we parted ways.

The academic freak
This one believes that he’ll get a first class honour degree and you cannot sway him away from achieving his set goals. If he’s not in the room doing his personal studies, chances are, he’s in the university library reading behemoths of books. Sharing the same spot with this breed is a mixed blessing. The good  part is that he will help you demystify those difficult assignments the lecturer gave you to carry home as a homework.
The bad part of having such a roommate is when he decides to assume the role of your surrogate lecturer or parent and he keeps lecturing you on the virtue of maintaining a reading culture basing his reasons that CATS and main exams are forthcoming even when they are months away.
You can get depressed living with this type especially if you don’t love reading too much yourself.

How to deal with an Academic Freak Roommate.
Don’t allow him to be a pain on your neck. Place him on his place and firmly on the shade. When he’s intending to do his studies, hide some of his books or better still pour water on them and then feign an unawareness or an innocent face. By doing so, you will have send a strong an unequivocal message to him that he’s unwanted and a nuisance.
Make it clear to him that this is not Harvard University where nerds toil day and night reading while trying to discover a vaccine for Ebola or trying to make a software to hack through a woman’s system in a bid to get a cure for cervical cancer but this is Chuka University where comrades scribble small sheets of Mwakenya’s to be sneaked in during exams.

The couch potato roommate
This one hardly leaves the room. You even wonder whether this guy was ever enrolled in class. They spend the whole day either sleeping or curled up on their beds, their eyes glued to their laptops watching nollywood movies and Mexican soaps  telenovela. And they are so engrossed in this type of thing that you will hear them cursing themselves if the villain in the movies seem to be defeating his favorite character.
Such types are also lazy. You know that type of roommate who leaves the room in a jumble mess waiting for you to do everything. Wash the dishes, clean the house and put everything to order.

How to deal with such a roommate.
You are not his wife, he hasn’t married you and when he was moving from his parents’ house he knew very well the responsibilities ahead of him. Refrain from cooking and let him starve for some days, eventually he will subdue start taking his responsibilities as a man.


The come we stay relationship roommate
These are those roommates who are fornicating and cohabiting together. The lass has been reduced from a college girl that she was supposed to be into an object of  sado-masochism sex and physical labour. The girl is only seen around the school during exams period. You ask yourself what she’s going to write because she hasn’t been attending lecturers from the beginning of the semester of course the guy used to attend at her expense.
But perhaps what is more shocking is when you are their next door neighbor and they decide to have sex in the wee hours of the night. Your peaceful slumber will be rudely disrupted by the creaking of their bed and their loud whimpers and moans. The “husband” smashes the “wife” so ferociously that you are inclined to think that this is what their parents sent them to do in campus. If only the same zeal can be applied on their studies, Chuka University would  be an A –Rated University. Way better than Cambridge.

The music fanatic roommate
They say that good music heals a sorrowful soul, I agree,  and yes I said good music not just any other music. The music fanatic roommate blares the house with a horrisonant cacophony of  loud music that can damage your aural.  They don’t give monkey's cuss that you have lectures the next morning. They will leave the radio playing the entire night until  the ungodly hours of the morning, by the time call it quit your nap has already been spoilt.
There is nothing much to gain dwelling with such a roommate in fact , it is to your detriment. When you try to reason with them to have the radio kept at low volume because you want to study, it becomes a fight. Your stay  with him or her may end acrimoniously.

The sex maniac or a space hog roommate
I can’t say much about the sex maniac roommate, because I haven’t met them but those who have had the jinx of meeting them can tell you how awful it can be sharing the same roof with such people.
I am told that they come in two types, that is, the one who will exile you prior to his girlfriend’s arrival, and the one who won’t bother. If you happen to meet the latter, flee the room before you lose yourself with bouts of primeval sex hunger.

The drug maniac or the bhang smoker roommate
Bhang is the commonly abused drug among campus students . This is because most are brainwashed into believing that smoking bhang will help boost their academic grades. Probably this is one of the worst roommates you will ever have the misfortunes of living with. When the bhang start kicking in their system they turn wild and uncontrollable.
Once in a while they try to cajole you into seeing the advantage of indulging in their immoral behavior. Beware of such roommate and shun them  like a person with a dangerous pestilence.


The ideal roommate or the perfect match roommate
 They are hard and elusive to find; I’m still looking for one myself. If you find them treasure them like a gold mine. They are honest, clean and polite, an all-round person, a brother, a sister by all account. A companion and a soul mate. One who you can turn on and talk to when you have a problem, one who is easy to engage. They are a rare breed but they are there, loo for one and then thank me later
There you have it folks, which type is your roommate?


By Ben Mugambi

THE DAY I LONG FOR

The day I long for
I long for the day
When the sun rises in its glory
Driving away the lord of darkness
And it reigns with a different glory
And it’s not called a new day
But a new dawn.

I long for the day
When the good man dies
Not for his own inequities
And the bad man lives
And it’s not called injustice
But love and sacrifice.

I long for the day
When the prison door opens
The prisoner walks free
And the wader remains in
And it’s not called prison break
But forgiveness, a second chance

I long for the day
When I say the ‘bad’ thing
That everyone hates
And swallow what people like
And it’s not called hate speech
But a bitter pill; the truth

I long for the day
When the child points a finger
To the face of his own father
And reveals his wrong-doing
And it’s not called indiscipline
But correction without fear.

I long for the day
When everything changes
When everyone changes
Beginning a new life
And it’s not called salvation
But transition without pretense

                      By Vincent Owino

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