Volcano or gods wrath

The hill in Lamu island. 

It is said that once upon a time there lived a really proud and arrogant people in Lamu. They were of the Pokomo tribe.

Having been blessed with material wealth including herds of cattle they misused the wealth to the point of using milk as an after toilet wash instead of water. Imagine people cleaning their arses with milk. There arrogance was up the moon. 

The story has it that the gods got angry with them. One early morning before dawn it rained. Not cats and dogs, naaaa. It rained sand. The wrath of the gods poured all morning.

 The sand which had pilled up to form a hill barred their doors from opening neither could they escape through the roof. They were buried alive. Themselves, their houses, their cattle, milk and even their toilets.

And they were no more.

I am not sure what to think of the story. But if it ever happened the simple explanation from a scientific view point: the sand rain was probably a product of volcano eruption somewhere in the ocean. Not the wrath of the gods as the locals believe.

The hill still stands tall in Lamu island, along the sea front. And very time visitors walk past it or climb up, the story is told and re-told.

Every town has got a story.


One scary night 

I run back into the house screaming, my mum gets hold of a mwiko( wooden cooking spoon) and runs to my rescue. She goes to the door to see who is terrifying me, but she  can’t see anyone. I go to the door myself to show her the man who was crawling on his fours towards me, but he’s no more. He was never there. Just the imaginations of my head when I peer into the darkness.  

All my childhood I avoided the darkness and if unavoidable I would walk with my eyes closed. Maybe that’s the reason why  I wet my bed for I was too afraid to go to the bathroom. I would not sleep in a room alone, and since I had siblings, I never worried about that.

 Am not afraid of it anymore, and happy I got over that phobia, so how did it happen.

I found myself alone in a huge dormitory, 50m long by 10m, with cubicles on both sides of the corridor. The place was Sori Migori, along the shores of lake Victoria. It is a monastery going by the name ‘…..Skulls of Golgotha…’ scary name,,right! 

I could not sleep that night, I remember watching ‘Suits the series’ all night with headphones tuned on full volume to block out the sounds from outside. The chattering of dry leaves blown by the breeze from the lake sounded like foot steps ,,, of ,,, ghosts and skulls of Golgotha. I had not found my faith so was pretty scared of ghosts. 

The huge trees towering over the roof would brush across throwing me into a panic, wondering if ‘they’ had decided to come in through the roof. I had left the lights on, both in my room and the corridor hoping it would give an impression of ‘daylight’ hence a sense of security, but that did not help.

I had enjoyed the sound of the lake waves beating against the rock on the shores before but not that night, they were loud and fear instilling. All I could think of were the scary stories that I had been told of the Jinis of the lake side. I have a very active imagination and that night thoughts,, imaginations went through my head, anything and everything thathappen or visit in darkness.

I sat on my bed paralysed, any sound even of my own movement startled and made be jump with fear, causing a raised heart rate, sweating and shaking. It was one scary night. 

Was relieved when morning came. 

The following night, after a long day of working out in the sun, my body was too exhausted to be distracted by fear that I slept like a baby. Research shows the body can survive on lack of food for days but not sleep. And that was my medicine, never been scared of darkness again, got healed of my phobia I can say, the hard way.

Sure to be punctured

He smiles and winks
With adoration at me he looks
Beautiful you are he macks
Today as always he speaks

I can feel the spark

Try not to be flirt ired
To ignore proves hard
Speech good to behold
Feels good to be complimented

The spark has ignited

Calls and chats
His company tickles
But hes not for keeps
Never to have for evers

Ignition in flames

In camera really good
Polite and gentled
But can’t brag to friend
Forbidden so hidden

The flames have bursted

Its gonna burn someday
Playing with fire I say
Its a game we play
Sure to be 

Love flames makes prey

With optimism she radiates

               Lost her mum at a young age

       Asking for help the world was mum

To her siblings she had to be mum

               Fell in love and married

       Stayed for a time for her child

But had to leave coz of the abuse

               Self college educated

        Work came for a time

But life is a rollercoaster

               Opted to move countryside

       Simple life to raise kids

Find love and life desired

With optimism she radiates



There’s information that I have received via WhatsApp that has infused me with fear of water. 

Its about a colourless creature contained in tap water. 

Am the kind that always has a bottle of water nearby, I take a sip all the time throughout the day even the night. 

Am thirsty right now but unable to take any water. I look at this bottle of water and wonder if this colourless creature is in the water waiting for me to gulp it down my throat. 

 The thought of having a worm like creature inside me…….iiiiiii infuses me.  with great fear,,,  to my stomach literally.

I don’t think I’ll even take a shower this evening, until I get over this.




I called from my bedroom.

“Bring me the dictionary, I need to check the meaning of this word”

English is not my first language so a little bit shallow on vocabulary. Had to check this one out. Thanks to my Oxford advanced learners dictionary I got the meaning fast.

So our jails are filled with hard criminals sentenced for execution but there has been a reprieve.

Why? You may ask. Okay its a funny story, a rumour, so don’t quote me on this.

The person who used to carry out the executions died some years back and no one has the courage to take his place. 

Is that even possible, that in a country populated by 40million people, we can’t have one single individual whose ready to take on this task. Don’t count me, I can’t do it, that leaves 39,999,999 people. One of you guys should take this for team. 

Because of the reprieve, the criminals continue to eat on our taxes and they do not add any value to our economy coz am told they don’t do any kind of work. 

Waiting for death that never comes, they are hopeless and depressed it would be easier if they just ended it. One such person said that when he was interviewed on TV. 

He was convicted for killing his family – wife and three kids after a night of smoking marijuana. 

Its a pity, no family no mercy no oblivion, just misery.


Desperate Housewives

I first heard about this program when in college. Women were obsessed with it. Never cared to know what it was all about. It was the kind that I would never bother myself with, judging by the name.

They are housewives and they are desperate, what a desperate situation.

Then I found myself in that kind of a situation, the only difference was I was without a husband. In all senses I was a house wife,  all I did was wake up prepare my son for school do my chores then stay in reading watching etc the kind of things that housewives do ( no offence).

So I decided to hung out with the four ladies in the program. I managed to watch the four seasons each with twenty four episodes within a month. Thats how idle I was.

The company you keep influences us in many ways, be it personal friends, the books we read or the media, for my case it was the program. 

I remember at some point exercising so hard to attain Gabriellas body then on the third season when she got all fatty courtesy of her two kids. My workouts ended.

Sometimes I tried to keep my kitchen as meticulously clean as Brees but her stardands were beyond my reach. Susan was my fall back friend. Sloppy and desperate to please. I could do better than her, she was my comfort zone.

The career lady was on another level that I could not dream of reaching. Especially the baby making part…what! She was a real baby maker. They came in doubles for Lynette.

I remember feeling lonely the  day after I completed the series. I was missing my friends because I had interacted with them everyday for a whole month and really bonded. Laughed with them, celebrated their achievement with them and even cried with them when tragedy befell any of them. 

I know I sound crazy but believe me you can bond with anything virtual or imaginable if you spend a lot of time with them, whether in your head or in reality and losing them can feel as bad as any other loss. 

I am not sure why I shared this story, but since this is my journal, this happened  in my life and needs to be recorded in here.
My favorite was Gabriella and Susans daughter, can’t remember her name. I loved the interior designs of their houses too especially the colour themes of their wall painting. 

They were desperate for many things like attention, perfection, love but I was desperate for company, and I enjoyed theirs.