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I had issues about posting this because it felt kinda personal but hey, my blog, my rules. So here goes: Feel free to gag if it gets too sappy. 2012 was a one-of-a-kind year... but aren't they all. Thinking about it, if I were to sum it up in one phrase, without getting too personal... I would say that 2012 was a good year for Indie Rock. 2013 will be an even greater year because now the rest of the world will finally be catching up with the select few who've had ‘Mumford and Sons’ and ‘Of Monsters and Men’ on their playlists over and over. 2012 has also been a great year for Kenyan Rock. I need only mention ‘Parking Lot Grass’ for you to get my drift. If I were to sum up 2012, in one phrase, being completely personal, I would say 2012 was the year I lost some... and then more. Sounds depressing, I know. I lost the trust I had in a person I believed I could ultimately trust... and with that I lost a friend, because though we are a lot of things now, we’ll probably ne

Yeah!!! Its finally here. I once wrote here that I have a copy of 2012, the movie in Blu-ray to watch and laugh, hard, in 2013. I suppose tonight as I wait for midnight I’ll be sorted. I guess a bunch of you will be doing mundane things like partying hard, getting drunk, making New Year resolutions, attending prayer meetings and making out with the nearest person when the clock strikes midnight. By all means, do what you must to make the leap into the new year memorable for you. Seeing as you are reading this... and I am writing it, it goes without saying that my well-meaning advice on how to survive a zombie apocalypse was a total waste. We’re still here... at least most of us. With no definite end in sight for humanity I suppose we should continue with our given purposes in life; trying to better ourselves and the like. My mom gave herself a head start on the whole ‘new year resolutions’ thing this year. She’s wanted to start a business of sorts for as long as I can remembe

'Be The Change'... an old cliche that carries a world of truth. Sunday mornings are surreal. The reality of the new week is just beginning to hit you as you try to hold onto the remnants of the weekend. Sunday mornings are the moments when the weekend’s escapades stop feeling as glorious when you tip out your wallet to see what’s left of your last pay check. For some, Sunday mornings are their only chance to reconnect with family, pets and well...God. For Kenyans, Sunday mornings are the times we wait for that Breaking-News update or that lunch-time bulletin informing us of the latest blast or hopefully, reassuring us that there was none. You probably think that is a gross exaggeration. I mean, it’s not as if there’s a blast EVERY other Sunday... and no, we don’t wait for it with baited breath. But think about it carefully... When was the last time you were genuinely shocked at the news of such a tragedy? I am willing to bet that it’s been a while. We have grown used

  "Between writer's block; the distraction that is Twitter; and this guy who keeps brushing against my computer on his way past and disconnecting it, I feel as if the world has conspired to ensure I don't post this." I suppose that the world had conspired against my post because I typed that sentence a week ago before proceeding to stare at a blank screen till now. But guess what, the Muse has smiled again.I woke up feeling young and carefree. Yes, it was a gloomy Friday morning and I still had a 2 hour long test to sit for, but life felt ultimately good. But no matter how good I feel, I will never be reduced to living by the motto YOLO. Same goes for declaring TGIF jubilantly on every other Friday. I will not be reduced to this state because I firmly believe that those two acronyms show just how far gone Generation Y is. Yes, you'll only live once. Big deal, so will everyone. The fact that its taken you 18,19,20 something years to realize this fact doesn'

It’s been a minute since I last posted here… and it’s had nothing to do with you. This is all me. I wish I could blame it on my schedule but though it’s been hectic, I had time in between to scrawl a few words and make witty commentary of my life. To be frank, I have been suffering from ‘everythingitis’… my own form of everythingitis where I have so many different things to write about and since I can’t decide which one to pursue, they turn into a warped, confusing feeling. For starters, for a while I have been feeling very ‘mellow’ for lack of a better word… very warm, fuzzy and loving on the inside. Suddenly the words of all those cheesy love songs sounded like they had been written with me in mind. I wanted to gush out about all the love in the air… and I would have if I hadn’t been too busy enjoying it. I am a sucker for love… in love with being in love. I know I don’t act like it… but there’s something magical about love. I had stopped feeling that magic. I suppose I had g

… it is all right to be alone, to want to be alone, to be alone and not lonely—even to be lonely at times The Muse refused to smile… I brooded, wondering why I couldn’t find a single thing to write about. Not even my baby brother’s antics over the weekend could inspire me.   It wasn’t just writing. I found that I had little to say to my friends. The texts went unanswered and the phone calls were punctuated by awkward silences. There wasn’t even much to say to HIM, which is definitely weird because even when we run out of things to talk about, we never run out of things to argue over. Any tweets were just links to things I had read. No witty commentary to life…nothing. Since I wasn’t the most pleasant company anyone could have, I kept to myself and read. In that short span of time I read ‘ The Lilac Bus ’ by Maeve Binchy. Reviewers will tell you that it’s a romance novel but it’s really a book about people, ordinary people who are much more that what meets the eye: the m

"The only rule is don't be boring and dress cute wherever you go. Life is too short to blend in." Society can be such a drag. What, with all the unwritten, unsaid rules and codes. Guys have an elaborate ‘Bro Code’. In fact there’s a whole website . You will be surprised that Rule no. 1 of it is not the (in)famous ‘Bros before whores’. Girls have their own code too, though it’s not set in stone and varies among different groups of girls. The Girl code is especially tricky to girls like me who aren’t exactly programmed like other girls. So, I have a list of essential rules in the Girl Code. Some come with disclaimers and modifications. Some are universal while others are just stuff that my friends and I have come up with along the way. 1.        Should a Girl be critically injured, her Side-Girls are to never make jokes about it, unless the hurt Girl does first. I love my girlfriends…very much, but if said critical injury has risen as a result of a fall (wh