Monthly Archives: January 2020

BIG MAN:sketches down memory lane 2.

The challenges I give myself sometimes come through unrealistic,at least to most it would seem so.Like why on earth would I go to my whatsapp status and ask people to give me a suggestion on what to write about.Writing itself ain’t never been an easy pie and if I wasn’t doing it for the fun in the first place then it would be utmost slavery reincarnated.

Answer to this I guess would be to make my thinking much easier and writing more unidirectional;unidirectional?Did I just write that?Goodness!I never even used it in a statement as speaking this English language to an African like me born and bred in the village can be quite a challenge in itself,not forgetting the fact that I was not the ”privileged” elect to attend high end schools.At least when I tell this joke to my mum we can always laugh about it and it helps ease the pain of wanting flashy lives but never attaining it,at least as yet….flashy,huh?I wouldn’t advice on the same as it rips you off of all peace and joy at one point or the other;I mean impressing humans is the hardest duty you could ever implicate on your life…and that my dear pepa treader is what flashy is all about,cuz it is meant to be seen on the outside not withstanding the strain and tear it crypts on the inside.

Anyway,forgive my digressions dear treader,sometimes they help me place the sketches more aptly.Back to what to write about as I poised earlier,my friend and younger brother from another mother tells me to write about him.He is only three days younger than me but relishes it like a boy who just got a new ball after asking for dad for it for years.Am sure the day he sees my balding head he will be in heaven.

Writing about him is no headache but thing is we have been away from each other for a cry of eight years now.We met back in 2007,I was just reporting to Campus for my first year and being this tiny little boy I saw him as a Goliath the first time I walked down those corridors.Mum asked me if I was sure I would survive college life with such huge persons around me.I smiled and laughed about it as I told her that non of that really mattered and that the most important bit was that tiny me had finally made it to college despite all hurdles prior.She smiled and then looked at me seriously then reminded me to study hard,I was 18 then and felt like I could always hold my own and din’t need mama’s protection no more.

So yes,see,penning down the sketches of a friend you’ve stayed away from 8 years can be a pain in the fingers but replaying those memories now you realize why they became your friends in the first place.

I walked from my campus cubicle in a towel as I headed to the washrooms.We always passed through the television area(The idea of a television room available in every dorm for me was exciting as I wasn’t used to such luxuries).He sat there watching the TV and for some strange reason I always found him there:had me confused for sometime as I wondered if he did the controlling of the set,I mean back in high school we had entertainment prefects who had the right and control of entertainment sets even the TV and maybe it wasn’t any different here….But mistaken I was as I came to discover after a time that he loved news,who honestly loves the news?I guess am not a trends person so in my mind it takes quite some time to fully make pace,huh?

Asked him what he was watching and he enlightened me that the set was free to everyone and anyone who got there first.Next thing I recall is we were headed to the Mess together with a second acquaintance from the lakeside of whom they were roommates;this second one,Abraham had a love for huge speakers and loud music,blew his first HELB funding on a woofer and its sub and a computer just for music,college was going to teach me a lot of unusual living to say the least.Going to the Mess for breakfast,lunch and dinner together became almost a ritual as our numbers grew from three to four,five and at some time before meeting Dave I lost count.Git to a point the first person to get there always did a full order for all of us.

Going with him however was more fun especially when the lines were full and everyone was scramming for the little entrance to the cashier’s and then through the serving area;it all makes sense now why the serving area was always mapped out like a prison cafe,I mean,young students can be rascals especially after realizing a little air of ”freedom” suddenly handed to them.He was huge,twice my size in both weight and height,and he was unmovable when he held the rails and barriers,you swot like a he goat on heat trying to tango him and eventually gave up.(This imagery is worth watching from the sidelines).

Each time I tell people that nothing is a coincidence they think am bluffing and just lucky but truth be told,it is all written as the wanderer puts it.Picture this,I studied in the Nyanza region of Kenya ever since I was a little boy,was taught to speak their language with a cane and learnt it all without knowing,he studied in the coastal region in his younger years and ended up in Nyanza for his high school and here we met in Juja telling the same tales of Nyanza like it was all knitted in our DNA.That now my dear treader is no coincidence but pure design,a design that only the Almighty could come up with.Just before I forget,reporting days to campus became the hallmark as we would make sure we all reported on the same day and not get shoved around at the reporting queues,girls included;and you wonder why he had pretty ladies hovering around him.

I can never explain how this friendship grew but it just happened as all true friendships do not based on any tangible reason or purpose but on mutual trust and respect.He did a Bsc course in Physical science while I did a Bsc in Biochemistry but somehow our paths always linked.I remember this one time my Zoology unit of study 101 offered us a trip to the coast and both he and Abraham dove on the ride like they belonged yet not even being a part of this class.The trip was eccentric to say the least,devoid of study and filled with joy that only a little campus lad could ever narrate.

We once joined the gym together and he could do heavy weights,at some point however he grew lazy and quit but I had to strain on(gym without motivation can be hard and when your motivation is another human and not from within it gets even harder)…I don’t regret it however as it put me in shape to last me for half a decade.Here we are today and speaking to him it seems just like yesterday.I now see that there are bonds that can’t be broken despite space and time,that just as the Almighty designed it we too must be willing to fit and work within it,why you may ask but even I might not be able to give quite an elaborate answer as such.What I know however is that the beauty it breeds is always true and unmatched.

Reminds me of a time I had travelled to the coast for the first time on my own after clearing campus;he was the second person to receive me after my then ex girlfriend(I had a girlfriend at that tender age?hahaha)Don’t look at me funny,I din’t do those things you know?This you see my dear treader are the highlights of true friendships without favors or anticipations.

It has been long but he has been there,always reading even the silliest of sketches and forwarding better reads to help me improve my writing.A most useful piece I remember he sent was one called,”No valentine”.This came in just at the right time when my heart was falling apart in tiny pieces,wish I would call them sketches though sketches are only sketches when they come together and not when they fall apart.

So speaking to him today I am delighted at what life has turned out for him,having acquired a job at the ports authorities and shifted over time;work has not defined his personality but rather played a roll in his growth,an attribute most of us lack and wane out of in most cases;the huge Bphase I once knew is no longer huge,he has gotten rid of all the baby fat in a rigorous routine of discipline,self love and self discovery,he has overcome the big man name and grown into the man he always wanted to be,he jokingly tells me he wants to be able to run five kilometers in less than 30mins and feel like he was walking from the bathroom to his bed.A photo of him standing before a rising sun chiseled out by the regular jogs tells bits and pieces of the story,only it leaves out the essentials of his big heart.

This is quite a change in my perspective and a challenge as such since the same person who knew what movie series was out when and would sit up all night to watch tells me he prefers to get enough rest at night.

Not that family has kicked in yet but the value of self has taken root more;asking him about a relationship he has always been evasive and told me to marry first and pave the way being days older,hahahah…Today however,his self confidence is well boosted and he can choose truth over sugar coats.He was tossed to another by a lady he totally admired and respected but being the man he has molded himself the same lady desires to come back,if asked for my opinion,I would say this smells like a smelly fish and truth be told I don’t like any fish let alone a smelly fish…..It doesn’t matter however since the biggest achievement in life should always be to discover who you truly are and thereafter go for what you truly desire and this I believe is his path now.

He has always had a big laugh when he means it and a moody side when all was wrong but deep down he has been an amazing friend.I look forward to seeing him in a week at Dave and Morena’s wedding hoping he ain’t the camera man as my two left feet won’t so much enjoy being recorded as they left step away on the dance floor.

Cheers to many blessed days ahead Bphase.



WELCOME TO JANUARY 2020:Sketches after the frenzy pt2.

The sun sets golden yellow behind riding trees across the city under the sun.A most common phrase not drawn so far but embedded into my heart by non other than David himself.I called him twice today and he wondered where the growth of love had emanated from.Maybe January joins us more or even brings us closer;there is always this sudden surge of newness and even a deeper sense of strength at the beginning of every solar cycle.A decade ago it was the close of campus and rush for attachments and new job openings:get something little for another start of the coming semester,nowadays however it is a different urge,an urge to grow and even transform into better human beings.A yearning to make everything around us bloom into perfection,perfection,the illusion at hand.


This year,that is two days ago(haha),Morena the espoused sent me a message saying February 1st sounds ripe for their wedding.I nodded with a big smile as if they could see it from the other end of the cell.Emojis come in handy at this point of a chat but PePa here knows not much about same,or at least most people he has met who use them end up breaking his heart:haha,never even thought about that but speaking of which now I guess my wife in seasoning better not use emojis or we are reconsidering the vows.Goodness PePa,who even uses emojis as a basis of a wife hunt?


So here we are again,3rd of January,so beautiful and filled with emotions as if it were a wedding day or vacation so much awaited for.The day previous I recall making a round trip round town to catch the sunset but in this ostentatious evening the heavens provide me with an unrivaled view all the way down to home,no I din’t actually get home right away as these beautiful rainbow lightings catch my attention and the lover of photography I am takes a turn and head towards them.Just like a moth attracted towards a source of light am I this evening as the sun bids me goodnight and glides safely to sleep awaiting to rouse my senses the morning next.This not without playing nostalgia to my senses and a lull to my nerves.


Speaking of nerves,today they all call and cry foul as my fingers relent on jotting away.Their frail however deters not my racing mind that is sure riding on overdrive.So jot away I have to even if it is the fingers alone that will do the walking absent of mind or thought. Haha,hilarious for sure;more like those talking heads raised on supporting rods without a body,yellow pages or void pages>? hahaha.


Into the mall I get for a shot of glistening lighting,the aisles seem almost empty for a Friday in Nairobi malls,the coffee shops almost absent of life and most shops closed.It seems like December brisked by to warn everyone of an ensuing tragedy.Tragedy?Haha,am no believer in bad luck but omens always work for me as precursors or reminders of happenings.


So here lies no tragedy in loom at all but a rapid depiction of the fringe and pinch the past festivities have had on us.Or better still I could be wrong as most could just be worn out after a long week so far though for one that started midway I find no better reason to depict thus.Still a twist is here as most of us seem to have been bypassed by the rush of December and have come to take late Instagram,Whatsapp status and Facebook display pictures;I mean where is everyone this beautiful Friday evening.


These two families across the square seem most excited as they hurdle together for an evening family photograph,the advent of smartphones that can not only talk back but also take pictures for life is a sure blessing.I mean if we can’t see this as a blessing then our forefathers would spit on us with a curse if they rose this day.Right ahead stand these two lads in a continuous click of shots after shot in a wake to get the best pose and insta-shot.I can’t help but smile to my heart.


Thank heavens for the death of all that frenzy as this desolation has sure brought me calm in this cafe this evening;making me aware of every single bit of my surrounding immediate and far.Check for example these new lovebirds seated across sipping on glasses of red wine;red wine signifies new love I suppose huh?They never serve white wine after a wedding in Church now do they?Just one of those crazy thoughts PePa has so don’t take him all seriously.They draw close to one another,tell funny stories(Or so they seem from my viewpoint),hug and smile deeply with long gazes into each other’s eyes,new lovebirds I scoff,maybe am jealous,but no,I was never born with any tincture of jealousy,most find it weird so but that is the truth.These two enthuse me and am even happy for them as I  silently wish them the best of love in this loveless society.


See even King Solomon the great and wise Sir of old could never really understand a young man when  he fell in love with a damsel.If you think am bluffing then turn to Proverbs 30:19b :-and the way of a man with a maid,though for it to make sense you gotta read from verse 18. Another guy joins these two lovebirds and their fire eases a little.Must be a third wheel as they call it but what is a young and lonely single man to do but be a third wheeler to a romantic new  couple;you know to give relationship advise and all?hahah,just PePa’s sentiments though.


My heart and mind drifts into the dark skyline off this canopy balcony,no goosebumps reign tonight though the music below eases me caressingly into calmness.The blue from the day has no say tonight and the heat prone to January has eased to slumber.Grey and white of the clouds course into a union to let me know that no state is permanent.God’s peace sips into my essence and His loving hands coarse me into a deeper ember of warmth and reassurance of His unwavering presence.I am lost into every ounce of peace from deep within as my coffee glass drains low,now I remember I owe someone a dinner if not coffee date as I snap back to the night at hand.


The roller coaster comes to a slow stop and all its rainbows wane into the dark night.The stars above twinkle more as they rotate on their axis a bit faster as though they won tonight’s contest in a cosmos man-made contest.Lights dim off into the rare dusk as music takes on the night with reigning peaceful melodies….nostalgia grips and deepens even worsened as traffic lights in the far end resign to just a sign and glow off with every honk…….Your perfume however,still lingers here within my heart…


The bright of that lady at the corner’s cigarette  wicks off as the durst falls upon the tray;the smell not that pungent almost choking disaster that most often shoos me off but this is almost magnetic with the wind blowing errant portions into my heart.The allure of dark chambers of soot is more than allowed off sanity as it almost draws me in.The power of an ooze of endless peace.


Am soon driving home,a quiet Friday night the 3rd of January.No noise comes from the clubs along my way home,they seem to all have taken leave too soon;a wick after the December festivities frenzy;maybe not all things are as smooth as they seem(Vitu kwa ground ni different) or maybe,just maybe we lost the truth of life on our path to discovery and a rediscovery school would play a more welcome tune.


The moon crescents softly over my head,almost mid-sky as the nights grows brighter ebbing off the darkness.This music on my current playlist is welcome sooth for the  night as Jesus takes my heart and makes me his,and I will see His glory here…..Yes here as the raindrops softly pad my rooftop to a soothing slumber into never land where dreams play a tune of beauty and hams the strings of peace…..

Goodnight or good morning.

Welcome to January.