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...