My Diary

Photo:Internet By Wakini Kuria Technology is yet to bring me the much needed 'delete' button for selected memories. You know, where you open Folder 'Mendula Oblongata', highlight a few files and delete them permanently. SHIFT + DEL + ENTER and Pap! You are over and done with. For life! Memories of people, instances, circumstances and things that may have in the past injured your ego, hurt, embarrassed you and/or others but have refused to die with time. Waves of remembrance keeps flickering with the slightest of provocation changing your moods instantly. Suddenly at some memory you want to crawl under the bed and never to come out. You want to switch off the lights and stay in the darkness forever where nobody can see you. You want to hide behind masks in public, the sunglasses aren't enough cover and again the sun doesn't shine forever. Another memory sees your face turn red in anger, clouding your face in near tears fists held tight ready to cr...

By Charity Kuria Never settle or get into a comfort zone. You were once a toddler and wished to be in school and hence would carry your older siblings schoolbag obviously too heavy for you. Then you joined nursery school and really felt on top of the world although you cried when your mom left you in a strange place. Then you got used to the idea of hopping into your school uniform every day that you even got up on weekends to go to school. You didn’t understand that days were different and that you needed rest. During the weekends you spent with family and went to church. Come Monday morning you would be in class with your newly found friends. You quickly lapsed into a routine up until you knew that there was class one. Everybody in nursery school aspired and longed for the day that you would join class one. Your teacher encouraged you to study really well and join class one. Years passed really fast and soon you found yourself in class one. You really felt nice and told ...

By Charity Kuria She would call me. Beckon at me to come in secret. She would do me favours. I thought how generous! How lucky l was - just how lucky! Amongst them all. She chose me. Picked me. To poke, torment, hate-love and severe. Murio ni wiriagira - the special treats l got above everyone else. The telling-side glances l brushed off. They told so much. Yet was too blind to see. Lightly l took matters that l didnt discuss, this, with those who mattered - those who matter. Money here, a bite there. I really felt the attention only to be severed later - majuto ni mjukuu huja baadaye. The seed grew. Under her nose. The outcome manifested. The wasted resources. The wasted school time. The pain. Oh! My the pain!!! Forgive and forget? Of course l will forgive but forget? That l wont - can't promise! For I forbade me to forget...