Thoughtful Feeds

When I read or write, there is always a ka-voice inside my head echoing every sentence along. That voice that guides one in decision making. Can you hear it right now? It changes when I read something written by a lady, my brain creates a mental picture and then my conscience generates a voice. The voice always sounds fluent when its just in your head but then your eyes register a pretty face you want to impress. Moments later you utter the words and its a total malfunction. The brain froze for a moment and the words played by your mouth came out with scratches.  Sasa! U . . .Unaitwa Marvo? . . .I mean Naitwa Marvo. . .Unaitwa . .? As I write this ; I lie on my bed. Now 6''3, taller than I was a decade ago when it was made. I bend my legs a little to fit. I think about the cycle of life of an African child. I think about the universe. I challenge my brain with questions I cant answer. How did life come to be? Yes there is the Bible and Charles Darwin but it is ama...

She sat across from me. Not vertically but diagonally across as the chairs were arranged in a semi-circle. My eyes were glued to the little glowing box giving out tunes of the latest hits from the country,  but, my mind was far away searching for words. Words that would connect me to this female to break the tense aura that filled the sitting room. The old antique clock didn't hesitate to remind me that I was wasting time with its loud chime for every wasted second. I decided not to speak until spoken to.  I take a quick glance to see if she is also watching but find her glued to her phone. A habit our generation has adopted to save themselves from awkward situations, like the one I have put her in. I imagine what she could be telling one of her friends " I'm seated here with this boring guy" I look back quickly as she catches my glare and to my surprise she jerks up laughing and coming towards me to share something I presume funny on her phone. I ...

Hello my good people!  It's been a minute. (I hate that term, why can't people just say it has been long)  Well if you were among my loyal readers then you should remember in the post Story of My Life I told you guys to check in after I finish campo to know what's happening in my life after campus.  Here it is then,  sit back rest your legs and enjoy. Damn!  It has been so long since I wrote,  and just getting to write this piece I wasnt  sure that I still had it in me. I had to read other people's works before I could hit the reset button and write again. I guess this is what writers call -the writers block. So where to start 🤔  . . . so much has happened. I hope I have grown as a writer too,  but you be the judge. The last time I wrote was in 2016. That was my second year in campus so I'll take you guys through a quick summary of what has happened since then. Second Year. Reminiscing on the events that took place around these ...