Nyque Ambetsa

So you just got your admission letter to the university early enough thanks to the Techno world that spills out the pot contents the envelope not to set one ill at ease rather awaken these anonymous butterflies, this is the time when the wannabe freshas gamble up with expectations, ready to unleash the so much suffocated relish of the so told and untold tales and for the debonair lads circling dates on when to meet the ‘kuna wasichana’ mulling over and over the lay tolls the first few weeks their almost palpable minds like a pendulum swinging from pleasures to treasures. With the common phrase, ‘umeitwa wapi?’  now clattering their teeth of which some may lie to excuse their ego and being asked belittling questions especially for those who used to burn the midnight oil and nature obstinately places the obdurate and the calm back then in high school together it poses a challenge to both to the extremes of cursing the late night stays if a mere contrast is d...

by Nyque Ambetsa It's just a few days ago when Willy Paul's song mbinguni hakuna digirii song topped playlists and made headlines allover the media to the dire extremes of forming a consoling background tune in the campus students minds especially in those brain faculties were concepts are murky, volatile and the latter is at the door of death (exam rooms),  at the precipice of giving up at the expense of the mantra that that goes degree ni Harambee were a strong camaraderie is mustered and if it's strongly monitored they throw their hands to the world, a true manifestation of the tempting-to-dance tune that breaks their composure. It is within this two or three week hiatus where you'll meet the devil-may-care and the library phobic tussle with the last minute rush their countenance blurring behind the piles of notebooks with different handwritings being condensed in a srip of square ruled paper their brains almost palpable propelling them blankly along exam rooms of...

I define my name and I tend to defy the prefixes and suffixes that breed a nickname maybe from my character and the all-I-do how-I-do hullabaloos. Well, since I peeped through and lay my hands on the seals of Joharis window a different picture was painted in the walls I’d already erected and a picturesque laid. It dawned on me that yes indeed there is my personal life being lived somewhere else in my aura. That someone else can chew my life pellets and advice me on mint, cinnamon, ginger… my own pellets! They know more about me on an issue concerning me that I’m blank on.  If my name is laterally inverted in a mirror then I’m I? I’ve always lived to be the best version of me and every time I stare at the mirror I grin. Maybe it was my laterally inverted grotesque that took a frown for a smile. I just joined campus and still limping in between the lines of advices and the do’s and don’ts that bred butterflies in me, that flew effortlessly ...

By Munyiva Ngumu Stop... Think… What kind of person have I become? My type of character, strengths and weaknesses, I mean what kind of an entity am I to the society? The desire to be a successful being has always been the driving force of our existence. Living in a society where success is defined by owning a modern house and a sleek car Does this define my success? Well, Let’s stop and think? Doesn’t full self-discovery define success? I admire the few persons in society who seem to have come to a full realization of who they are, what they seem to have been created to do, do it perfectly and derive a sense of satisfaction from what they do. Deep within us is a sense of self confidence that keeps telling us that we were meant for so much more A voice that says, keep going dude you can do it. We were created with a deep sense of accountability to ourselves No matter how hard we try, our hearts keep telling us the dreadful truth. How many times do we watch as peopl...

I feel less sorry for all those times that I’ve been so much lost into soliloquy making weird signs to my invisible choir, throwing my right hand to the world with the wacha ikae   mindset a painted picture on the wall of the struggles, fights and clashing of ideas that conflict in that piece of mind and I only seem to find refuge in this cathartic aura and if it happens that my word goes by the winter winds then they will automatically fall onto deaf ears. A clairvoyant being I am and I see the future from the eyes of a child, the humble eyes that knows not the tears that tear. He who draws that circle of trust then he must stand at the centre point to assume a perfect sun like round that he uses it as an aperture to peep into their comfort zones. I don’t need everyone in my life. Well I just said it, a toll that will squeeze itself fit in the circle making it assume an amoebic shape, the said shape of a HIV virus that keeps on changing its shape pilling on and on the...

Gloria  Msichana mrembo that bila yeye beauty haiwezi kua full,shingo la upang a sabuni ya roho nikuite pia, kiuno cha nyigu, insect, ni inspect your whole body waseme ni optical nutrition ma hater, but one thing i know ni my eyes were meant to see you.  Nakupenda Gloria, nkt, lakini unaunasuspend heart yangu kama pendant ama maybe ilikua tender hukunisho coz I find refuge in your heart gloria niite Tenant ju niko ready kung’oa zote magugu including weed, with all the insects to the tenth ant, ni respect wako wazazi hadi the tensed aunt, ni settle fears zako na kukemea memories deep zenye bado still zinaku haunt Gloria  Najua ata nilie machozi au ni shed my last tear, the sun will still set to the west. Nakumbuka that day niki waste my tear, my heart ikitear, kwa ile mlima tuki observe the sunset, nilitamani niishikilie isi sink to the clouds ndo atleast uchange mind, ni block rays zake to you ndio tubaki me and you kwa dark pengine ni luck, mvua inyeshe, kukue s...