We do say we’re friends, but why? Is it that we know each others’ secrets? Is it that we share the same interests, likes and dislikes? Is it because you did help me out when I was in a tight spot? Or is it that we just fear being alone?
Honesty in this day of social media is quite fickle. Your “friends” will like the shit you post online no matter how terrible, might never tell you. I get it, theres honesty, being rude or just being a bitch. Since it somewhere with an internet connection, even the toilet, people get the confidence to say some of the weirdest shit when shitting.
But we have to adapt. It’s not like technology is going anywhere……yeah, apparently its not. This now is my avenue to air my depressing thoughts. Tough luck. I really don’t have to care what you say, since my friends no longer like my truth bombs. I always did start with a, “I don’t wanna hurt you…” but come on, what if his breath really did stink? I had to be a “friend” and tell him to stop kissing the toilet bowl. Never understood how he ended up married and me single.
So, friends of the internet, HAIL HYDRA and don’t bring your unsolicited advice and truths here.
At times being naïve doesn’t hurt. You wake up and hope that the day will turn out okay. But how many times does that happen? Yeah, remember the cliché, “life’s a bitch”. It ends up in the column of shitty days, but we always persevere. Yes, there are the good days but those aren’t the ones that keep us up at night.
So, will we just stare at the ceiling all night on election day or sleep like a baby? Will we say, we fought the good fight or we gave up on this country a long time ago and it aint my problem no more. We as a human race aren’t perfect, not even close. But at times it isn’t the perfect people who save the day, but the perfect imperfect. John D. Rockefeller single handedly streamlined, standardized and brought order to the American petroleum industry. In so doing he was a shrewd business man and created a monopoly. But it had to be done.
There is a presidential candidate out there who can whip this country into shape. I don’t know who, I don’t know how – my naivity astound…
Wanjiku was so proud to be a parent. Her daughter was her pride and joy. She could never imagine anyone hurting her. When she came of age, she was ecstatic to take her to the neighbourhood school. But somewhere along the road, the school descended into decay. Her pleas fell on deaf ears when she complained. She was loyal to the neighbourhood school, but she loved her daughter more. She had to transfer her daughter to a better school. It comes to a point where you have to cut your loses and decide what you love more. Wanjiku chose to love her daughter more.
Kenya has been playing a game of grandfather politics for too long. It’s always a case of, if my father was good at this, I can hack it too. Kenyatta, Odinga, Mudavadi, Moi to name a few. These are names of hand-me-down politicians. Basically a country descended into a pair of old jeans. At least in a monarchy you already knew you were in shit luck. Kenyan democracy is worse, The illusion of free will. A class of grown ass men st…