Nyaruai

Sometimes, hakuna.  There is a level of surrender you reach when you realize there is nothing you can do about a situation. Sometimes you get to this level through an incident, sometimes it's an epiphany, sometimes it finds you hopeless in the pits of rock bottom and I believe at other times, the grace of God shines so bright you just see it. I don't know what that feeling is called, a mix of serenity, hope, non-expectation and a generous sprinkle of delusion.  I lost my phone and it was graciously returned three weeks ago. A few minutes before the phone went missing, in a moment of ignorance, the pandering rain and the chaos of a closing shop at Bargain, I had accidentally bought airtime equivalent to the amount of money I was supposed to send the grain vendor.  When I realized what had happened, I tried to call both service providers to reverse the transaction but they just threw the blame back and forth like a teargas cannister on Maandamano Mondays.  Now that th

I can say I've lived though a technological revolution. In form 1, I remember learning about the Agrarian Revolution and it seemed like such a big event. Like any defining aspect of history, it is the fearless, the idea thieves, the rich and the shameless who get to enjoy the first fruit of change.  In one lifetime, I have lived to see VCRs die in favor of accessing movies thought a handheld device that can also make phonecalls, emails, serves as a camera and if you go a little further, a spying device to influence your consumerism. I have seen us go from "Do not enter a car whose occupants you don't know" to ordering a ride from a total stranger. Very rarely do we think " What if this is Joe from You?". I have seen 8 year olds rake up millions from standing in front of a camera and dancing or reviewing a box of bricks (Child labor in my opinion). All this and I'm not even 30. For some, they've been born into this madness, and if Tik Tok

I'm 200 words away from my last article of the day. Try as I may, my mind is doing cartwheels and is shut down for the day. No more sentences it says adamantly. So I download an episode of my current watch, Watchmen and get some water from the kitchen as I wait for it to complete. No one is at the office, except an academic trainer who I have never walked in before or left after. It is 6.20 PM on a sunny evening in a February so hot it could as well be a January in disguise. The download is complete. I pack away my laptop, lock it up in an office in the premises and gather my belongings and put them in my round rattan bag, which one time a makanga had asked if was a bluetooz dewice. I select the Homecoming album on a streaming app, plug in my earphones and get into the zone as I begin my walk home. It's a 40 minute walk and which I prolong because by the time I'm almost home, Mi Gente will be playing and I will go around the block to ensure its complete.  This h