Vinz Fazul 'Kiptingit'
Err, so today I just thought about Tingzy. My departed deskmate. How his death deeply devastated me. The last time I ever saw him was when Mr. Gregory came and called him in class. That he was supposed to go for a checkup at Tenwek Hospital. It made me feel so bad that if he hadn't gone for a checkup he would still be alive today because he was hale and hearty before the call of death. I felt like sometimes things should be left the way they are.
In an effort to make things better, you make them worse. In an effort to make things easier, you make them harder. After all, many people always try to maintain their current situation. That's why we always work hard so that we can continue to have regular meals like we used to. That we can keep things flowing like they used to. A small alteration, a cut here, an inconsistency there then things will fall apart, at least when you live from hand to mouth. If your principle is 'exactness'. That's when you realize that better excess than less.
Idiot came about and he dropped the bombshell. All this time he had been admitted to Tenwek but he didn't make it. I was thunderstruck. I rushed to the academic square to contain myself. I could not get a sense of it. Him? Really? but why? For the better part of that final year. I was always in my world. I could be seen staring deeply at the grass facing away from the assembly.
"na kila mtu atauchukua, mzigo wake mwenyewe e mwenzangu, siku hiyo inakuja..."
"meet me halfway"
all those songs that still resound as your casket was being lowered. It was so so sad.
His dreams of joining the Al shabaab and 'overthrowing the government'
But don't you sometimes think that he escaped the travails of life. Picture him right now in his Belgut grave. Bones underground devoid of sentient. Lifeless. Dumb to complain to the injustices up here. Insensitive to the toxic emotions we get up here... Don't you sometimes envy him. Man, this life is so unfair, so hopeless. The worst thing about it is that we spin the wheel of vanity knowing very well knowing that it will eventually lead to a forgotten grave. I will never forget you deskie, even though I broke into your box to steal a "Nokia C2" that you had told me you have. I remember how I was chasing you in Elite dorm as we played. Then Nyolei nabbed us thinking we were night runners.
Whatever hardships you are going through just know that there is someone facing harder times than you. Like if you drink yourself silly because you are unable to raise Ksh. 4000 that is capital for your freelancing career, which is not even a guarantee. Picture someone who has been given a notice to vacate within 10 days. Think of people who have those people who are stressing themselves with swotting cryptic IT courses, think of that guy who is about town of white and blue buildings armed with diploma documents looking for employment... everybody suffers.
In an effort to make things better, you make them worse. In an effort to make things easier, you make them harder. After all, many people always try to maintain their current situation. That's why we always work hard so that we can continue to have regular meals like we used to. That we can keep things flowing like they used to. A small alteration, a cut here, an inconsistency there then things will fall apart, at least when you live from hand to mouth. If your principle is 'exactness'. That's when you realize that better excess than less.
Idiot came about and he dropped the bombshell. All this time he had been admitted to Tenwek but he didn't make it. I was thunderstruck. I rushed to the academic square to contain myself. I could not get a sense of it. Him? Really? but why? For the better part of that final year. I was always in my world. I could be seen staring deeply at the grass facing away from the assembly.
"na kila mtu atauchukua, mzigo wake mwenyewe e mwenzangu, siku hiyo inakuja..."
"meet me halfway"
all those songs that still resound as your casket was being lowered. It was so so sad.
His dreams of joining the Al shabaab and 'overthrowing the government'
But don't you sometimes think that he escaped the travails of life. Picture him right now in his Belgut grave. Bones underground devoid of sentient. Lifeless. Dumb to complain to the injustices up here. Insensitive to the toxic emotions we get up here... Don't you sometimes envy him. Man, this life is so unfair, so hopeless. The worst thing about it is that we spin the wheel of vanity knowing very well knowing that it will eventually lead to a forgotten grave. I will never forget you deskie, even though I broke into your box to steal a "Nokia C2" that you had told me you have. I remember how I was chasing you in Elite dorm as we played. Then Nyolei nabbed us thinking we were night runners.
Whatever hardships you are going through just know that there is someone facing harder times than you. Like if you drink yourself silly because you are unable to raise Ksh. 4000 that is capital for your freelancing career, which is not even a guarantee. Picture someone who has been given a notice to vacate within 10 days. Think of people who have those people who are stressing themselves with swotting cryptic IT courses, think of that guy who is about town of white and blue buildings armed with diploma documents looking for employment... everybody suffers.
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