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ON DEPRESSION AND SUICIDE

You might have encountered a man walking down the street with red, hollow eyes and a long face; or you once met a woman who had suddenly lost her sense of humour and was evidently battling with some invisible figures. These characters frequently disappear and isolate themselves from people’s company, choosing solitude instead and leave colleagues puzzled, wondering and guessing. Blame them not. Psychologists have it that particular behaviours result from a human’s past experiences. These may include such sad and wildly events as rape, violence in the family, bullying and other horrifying occurrences that a victim might have experienced or witnessed. Unfortunately, such experiences remain plastered at the back of the victim’s subconscious mind and are frequently ignited by some certain arbitrary actions or even the minutest slips-of-the-tongue. Blame them not. This explains why, upon witnessing some present actions or hearing/reading some certain phrases, victims suddenly shift their mo...
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MIDNIGHT POETRY

12.53am... As the sunflowers shall smile at the morning sun So shall my eyes glow in the morning breeze. The doves will be cooing, I am certain; And I too, am sure my heart will be cooing for you love. A sleepless night, seemingly it is, One demanding for a verse, for the one The one whose heart I intensely treasure. A midnight poem… As the sunflowers disgruntle the sun’s distance So shall my soul begrudge your heart’s distance. The loneliness though unpleasant, Shall never overcome The power of the hope of togetherness, That herein we so patiently await. But then my Queen, The crickets have been aroused. Don’t know by what but I can guess, If not by the magnitude of the love, Then It surely must be… The midnight poetry! 1.16am... Twisting. Shifting. Rolling. The pillow seems to feel dehumanised Oh No! it’s missing someone, I can tell, You my babe! I am comforting her by pushing it aside, And have laid my hand over her. For if we continue this way, T...
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THE DAY I CRIED IN CHURCH

I am so horrible a dancer that I don’t normally define my dancing as ‘dancing’ (if at all it qualifies to be termed as such) but rather as a ‘moving’. While others go to clubs to sing and dance to hip-hop songs or or others attend weddings to sing and dance or even others sing and dance to circumcision songs, I go to church to sing and ‘move’. So I pass by this church this Sunday and hear of a pastor praying hard. Whether he was praying or crying, I can’t tell as instead of pausing to take a breathe after commas, this nigger produced a certain sound that resembled that of someone with a hiccup. He thus literally sounded like a baby who has spent several hours crying and exhausted and the loudest ‘cry’ he can afford is that of a hiccup. I busied myself with my journey cursing the pastor. My curses were however short-lived and upto now I am sure they didn’t go anywhere beyond my nose as I remembered one day I also cried in church like a hungry breast-feeding baby-gir...
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A DATE WITH A PSYCHIATRIST

  It’s 12.03am on the 3 rd of March and, notwithstanding the fact that last evening I went to bed as early as 8 on the Pm, sleep has refused to come near me. I am here asking myself deep questions and I am receiving no concrete answers: ‘Am I going mad?’ ‘I think so...’ These are questions I am asking and answering them myself: ‘Why not see a psychiatrist tomorrow then?’ ‘I will see into that...’ That word “psychiatrist” got into my head and rang a bell then I remembered when, still a student, I one day paid a visit to that university psychiatrist going by the name Dr. Awiti, or was it Owiti?. Something like that. This wasn’t any ordinary meeting as I had previously come but had found him engaged and so we had to set a fresh date. Tuesday, at 11am we settled.   Tuesday 11am came by and I get into his cubicle office. He welcomes and offers me a seat, then those normal pleasantries from doctors followed. I stated my purpose of visit,...
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MANTAGOO

It is one of those random stories you hear and listen to – if you have time – when fate leads you into the interiors of Uasin Gishu County. It so happens that a neighbour was moving out and had hired some local folks to load his truck. Unless you’re a nincompoop and you’re one who was brought up poorly, courtesy will demand that you join and help the guys; and since I’m not a nincompoop and I am one who was brought up properly, I joined the fray. Experience, if not history, will remind you that Nandis and politics are inseparable. These guys love politics more than the way a Maasai warrior loves his cows and even more than the way an uncircumcised, Pokot bandit loves his gun. Before long, they were on Jackson Kibor’s case, (the elderly man who recently divorced his wife). It is important herein to note that this controversial oligarch is feared in these parts of the world – even the Deputy President is no match for him. (And this is true, according to my talkative friend...
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TRIBUTE TO LITTLE CINDY.

A story is told of a little girl's life by the name Cindy. When the young couple were blessed with their first born baby, nothing on earth could be compared to the immense Joy and Happiness witnessed in that newly established household. Though the young couple was not so well-off both financially and economically, their new-born angel brought to them ultimate, incommensurate bond, so strong, that tied the young family together as compared to what others may perceive of family bonding. Photo: Courtesy The husband, (whom you would later know why I prefer calling him 'a father'), had been jobless since graduating Three years before. However to make it in these Nairobi shanties, as well as support her wife, he had been hawking boiled Eggs and sometimes boiled Maize. In this business, he frequently encountered with the wrath of cruel and ruthless Nairobi city council askaris who stopped at nothing to shed the blood of anyone found on the wrong. Thanks to his, ...
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PEACE...

I, me, Murenoni Kangogo, aka Arap Kobilo, aka Arap Kamee, Aka Socrates, Alias Neo-Achebe pities, sympathises and feels for those who think that my frequent Criticism of how this Country as being run by Jubilee is tantamount to me being a Staunch, die-hard supporter of CORD. I have principles guiding my life regarding governance and more so, Justice. Even if you're my brother or my grandmother and I realise that what you do doesn't coincide with the fundamental nitty-gritty o f these, my Principles, boss, expect me to not only keep away from you, I will also disown you like a plague. All of us love peace. All of us want to make babies in peace. BUT. A big BUT. This does not mean that because we Love peace, we should sit back (because we have a govt.) as some few people disintegrate our nation into shreds of economically unstable ethnic cocoons. No. We have to do Something. Someone got to Rise up and STOP it before we lose even our wives to "them". (I hear...
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