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Queues That Matter

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In the journey to break barriers, I haven’t been solo. I am in a long line in my generation. I know because the evidence of the life upon me isn’t what I would wish for my consequent generation.  All of us are in long lines. You are in a long line waiting for that Super Metro to fill up so that you can get home. You patiently sit, listening to a podcast or music that offer an escape because raw dogging life isn't for the weak. On your left is a fellow Kenyan sitting against an open window oblivious of the fact that ownership of his phone is about to be forcefully transferred; you want to warn them, but you're tired and detached from giving a fuck about other people's woes - your own have already become a heavy burden.  He has three girlfriends. He knows or not; about the fact that he is managing a queue while being in one. He is bar ely managing his finances. He queues for loans in banks where he finds others queueing - for car loans, mortgages, weddings etc. He queues to...

A Hot Tale From The North

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Bars on bars like soap on a pub counter. Crack on crack are those drugs hidden in a broken wall? Shade on shade my boy got disrespected under a tree. Dang! "I'm on a roll" that's what chapati would say. Not the intro I was going for but, when the mind decides to cook you let it. Off the line I'll admit it's been a while since I wrote anything creative. Been busy chasing the elusive bag that I failed to take a pause to reflect on life. I recently switched jobs and it's been eight weeks of service at my new job. Two months later, switching from the media industry to the humanitarian world and moving from Nairobi to Northern Kenya, I have been turned  from a wizard to an apprentice. At NMG, I had the work routine memorised. Now, I have to formulate a new routine to make my work easier and also to have and feel a flow that will give me purpose. I have tried a couple of routines; I know the perfect one nears revelation. Moving wasn't the easiest decision be...

Simpler Times

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Hi, it’s me! Pato! It has been a hot minute, hasn’t it? You must even have forgotten I exist LOL. Well just in case you are wondering. I have been doing fine. “Fine” is an understatement really, I have been doing great actually. Thanks for asking. I'm sharing this with you because you abruptly stopped responding to our conversations, you outrightly ghosted me, or we unexpectedly fell out of contact in some way. I am of course devastated beyond repair, as your attention was all that was sustaining me in these troubled times, but somehow, I find ways to soldier on. I bet you' have missed my writing. Today, prepare to have your mind blown. But I haven’t been practicing. I have suffered writer’s block for sometime so also lower your expectations I'll be a little rough around the edges.  Don’t you just want to catch a break or a hiatus sometimes? To be by the beach, with vast turquoise waters, eating fruit with someone special. Her, wearing little to nothing and you wearing sunn...

"I Must Be Dreaming"

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We are at a public park, oddly relaxing on a huge couch. Just chatting and enjoying light banter. A bit too cossy for the niche. She says she has an idea of where we could have fun, and all I need to do is trust her. I close my eyes as she places a device on my wrist and turns it on. I feel myself passing out.   Next instance, I am a virtual being, a ghost  and I can see myself lying unconscious. She is too but I can't see her ghost self. I jump back to my body and because I'm panicking and curious with questions.  I shake to wake her. "What's happening?" She explains that the ghost device gives you the opportunity to see the world differently but the only downside is, you cannot meet fellow ghosts because brains individually project how one views the world and it's different with everyone. I question whether it is possible to move things and scare people to which I'm informed with a nay. Only thing I can do is imagine anything or anywhere and ...

Always The Bigger Man...

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In an oversized khaki short exposing dusty, scarred knees, I am sat on the third last desk of the middle row in class 5 West. Waist up I'm in a blue sweater covering a sky-blue shirt. The sweater is holed on the elbows, worn out by contact with my wooden desk, necessitated by the constant need to hold up my head to stay awake for each forty-minute lesson. Madam Irene is in class today but I was  'mtu wa mjengo', busy laying brick and mortar for my golden castle in the air. Every new brick sent me further away from class that I failed to realise my blank gaze had been spotted and Teacher Irene was stealthily walking towards me, armed with a hot slap. Pah! "Come back to class!" I'm not sure which my brain registered first, the pain or the words, but I was instantly brought back to reality.  Lower Primary School felt like being stuck in an unending cycle, I never grasped the necessity to read and understand, cramming was how I passed exams. The cycle begun early ...

Itinerary

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By Patrick Muhando I'd love to pack my bags and go be a globetrotter like one of those YouTube vloggers whose JD   is to travel, eat fruit, explore different cuisines, take instagrammable photos, sleep on warm cozy king size beds, with linen sheets smelling of lavender and fabric softener and thirty pillows ( they always go overboard with the pillows ) which is akin to sleeping on a cloud full of cotton candy, they get awesomely paid and emails don't normally find them well on Monday mornings. I'd probably start off by visiting the colosseum, in Italy and take beautiful pictures of the old relic while the sun sets this being synonymous to the end of the roman civilization and the beginning of my tourist adventure/wanderlust. I’d probably be wondering how such majestic structure still stands tall for over 3000 years later having weathered unimaginable storms, stormy weather through the passage of time. I'd jump on a Vespa  (you thought right, nduthis are universal, even ...

Feeling Meh...

Growing up, adulthood did seem blissful. I am not alone in this ship, reading this I'm sure you can relate that sometimes it feels like your walking on quick sand, that every effort you use to pull one leg out sinks the other deeper and despite making a step forward, you have to repeat the whole damn thing again and again. Society dictates that we should appreciate every single step but if allowed to comment, I'd say this is a vicious cycle.  I am seated on a recliner chair, wallowing on the cross that I carry. Heavy for the spine, causing stinging blisters on my neck. To my right is a remote, a reminder that I need to be more in control. To my left is my phone, a ping and I'm reminded of all my tribulations.  Expect disappointment, so you won't be disappointed; a phrase from the latest Spider Man. I have been living with this principle most of my adult life. Saves you from stress, anxiety and high blood pressure.  At this point I'm sure you're puzzled with this...