MURENONI KANGOGO

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, ...

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...

The world hates broke people. In fact, earth hates and loathes folks without money. I mean Real Money. Even pastors are never in good terms with fools who appear in their churches with empty pockets. That's a fact. If you doubt me, try going to church this Sunday (or any other day) with nothing and call me later. For instance, yesterday I was hanging around with some fools yesterday who (i think by accident or ill-luck) had more money than I did. You know there's a Kiswahili proverb that goes like "Maskini akipata matako hulia Pwata"? I never really fathomed what the proverb meant but yesterday's events gave me a personified opinion on issues. Those idiots bragged and bragged even some more. It was foolishness (or so I thought). Yaani ilikuwa Upuzi. However much you claim to be my friend, however much you purport to be my buddie and however much you claim to be my bosom friend, just just don't take my women 'cause I don't have some few coins to spo...

Mr. Stark Rotich was a teacher who hated me with Zeal. I remember scoring a Zero percent in his Mathematics paper and as punishment, he told me to go into the staff room full of teachers, kneel down, raise my hands up the sky and NOT speak or answer questions from any of the teachers. So on this day we had purportedly sneaked to Ossen and he caught us.Our names were not on the list of the players and we knew it. Starks knew it too. To make it worse, this fellow alikuwa ametoa lock before boarding the Pick up. He just walked straight to us and asked one question; "Are you in the list?" We were too stupid to think fast and respond. He blinked twice and with his drunken voice said this, word by word, "Before I close and open my eyes twice, I want to see you in Ebenezer. I don't want to know whether you will fly or crawl but before..." And he blinked once. I don't know whether he blinked the second time but the only thing I remember is finding ourselves at O...

...OF ANXIETY AND FUN GONE AWRY:   That we Loved badminton isn’t a lie. The love for the game had blossomed inside our bone marrows even before we learnt integers and number line. In other words, we envied the way that the badminton seniors smashed that yellowish cork. (I’m using the word “Cork” because if I write “cock” the females reading this will think otherwise <Wink>). Well then we were just some scared, virgin, village boys. Before we bade goodbye to the first term, we had already mastered some of the few rules applicable in the game. Second term rolled in quickly and we, or at least me, was training hard and proper in readiness for the ‘Zonals’ games slated for later that term. The d-day came quite fast and my fellow Form one by the name Akuro David were overwhelmed with some childlike joy as we boarded that pick-up looking forward to meeting those other guys out other. Ebenezer is in a forest somewhere, remember? But let’s pause here a bit. The reason...

LET'S FACE IT: Kenyans, I am certain know that however masterly one is in the brewing business, he can never brew alcohol and on the same day   gulp it down to his satisfaction . It's mind boggling how the Jubilee government's swift, proud and landmark response to positive criticism is by rounding up some few independent-minded bloggers, line them up in court, accuse them with flimsy charges like "misuse of communication gadgets", claim that the accused have no case to answer then finally free them unconditionally. If this is not what I normally refer to as mapera+githeri+busaa Smelling Fart on the Face of Democracy, then I have no better way of describing/referring to it. #Flashback: The Reason why some of us find it impossible to stomach these unfolding and seemingly unending abuse of our hard-earned constitutional rights is because the little History we know of the Hitler's regime sends chills down our black spines. You see, before the famous Hol...

                        TELL ME MY FRIEND: Tell me my friend, How about those of us who have sleepless nights; Those of us who just can’t understand and cope up with the cruelty of life; Those of us who are too good to withstand the venomous stings of life. Tell me my friend, where is our place in this hurtful world? My friend, How about those who prefer dialogue other than force; Those of us who value diplomacy other than coercion, Yet the world is wicked and operates through coercion and force. Tell me my friend where is the place of those who adore diplomacy and cherish the beauty of dialogue? Those of us my friend who see no sense in engaging in unproductive arguments; Those of us who are often seen as naïve when they are silent during arguments and weak when they choose not to fight back or avenge; Tell me amigo where is our place here? My friend, there are those of us who often sh...

CHELELE AUDIO...ENGLISH TRANSLATION What will it be Jehova, what will it be what will it be me living in tears... what will it be for the years that I have sung for You, and there is nothing I have....that if you ask me anything I have...anything that  I work for is snatched from me.... I have knelt before You and cried I have prayed to You and sung to You. I have prayed You have mercy on me and save me. I have tried to comfort myself alot of days but I have not found comfort... I have not found patience. ... Jehova.... did you decide for me to suffer like this? I have sang in alot of years....I sing it is snatched from me... and I sing and it's taken from me.... we got a case in court..in fact there is nothing I know. And there is nothing the guy that got killed knows. And he was very innocent. There is nothing we know....I never slept with him, he felt sorry for me for the things I have been through...he was told by the person who produces music for Lilian Rotich. ...and he felt...