James King'ori's poem on Mashoka is here!

The unsaid us…

If you listen

You can hear it,

The campus; it groans McGregor

In silence, a cry from within…

The unspoken curses, the scared us

Scholars, the threatened society…

For the nights errands have been cancelled

The nights of our ‘Pita’ have come

Activated by darkness, just cut a few

Parts of our heads

Some lights were placed, contingency someone said

Did they heal the broken confidence?

When some brethren from the congregation

Said no to dark time prayers

And that girl from the extreme school

Not able to Kamukunjically threaten…

Wore a blouse; ‘I aint scared of you!’

In time when others made some calls home

A few felt to leave… but exams were coming

So that when that playerful lover called

Told the sweetie he can’t make it

She understood, the reign of Mashoka

Thought of searching for ‘Pita’

But within, our heads so precious

Could we wear a helmet?

Has he a shortage of Shoka’s

Haven’t heard that he threw

Can’t bear to lose one?

Next time you strike, tutaasha stima mchana!

Comrading..! The student leader advised

When some are so deep in books

For the library seats, have groaned in emptiness

Two months now behind

A few just found love…

After all, there will be handouts.

So we keep in silence

Not saying much of what the Mashoka.!

In hope our heads won’t be his right

Trusting he won’t cut our beloved

As long as they don’t live past stage

And if they do, they patrol themselves

But who said that such issues, should bother?

Did your mum say you came to learn..?

We watch a few action movies

In our silent fight-back

Eating our early bought meals after assignments

Talk a few stories, wait for the semester close

As we consider our past errors, a vow not to repeat

Time will be past, a new start here

Our homes waiting, there we graduate

We have left…

By James King’ori.

School of Information Science

Annjoy Karimi tells you what love should mean

Love in its natural capacity

By Annjoy Karimi

The bible states that  love is the greatest commandment of all,and I surely agree with it. How would the world be without love?  

I tend to agree with them who say that love is a feeling that exist  in all forms.

Love should be that feeling that brings us together. The feeling that crowds our differences that despite of everyone else seeing my tribe as the enemy, you will see me as one among  your closest  friend.That despite of our difference in tribe,we will sit down and share our cultures, teach each other of our different ways of life and even teach each other our different languages. We will agree that we are all human beings who feel pain and sorrow by similar means.

Love should be that feeling that  enables us to let go the past despite of how much pain it has brought into our lifes. It is love that makes a child look for their parents  who abandoned them when they could not protect themselves or know who they are. It is love that makes  you welcome her into your house despite the fact that she sold you to the enemy.You will lend her you handkerchief to wipe her tears despite the fact that she made you shed not just tears but blood.

It is that feeling that enables us to swallow our pride  without giving regards to our ego. We will accept that our views are not always right. That before making any decision, I will give time to listen to my brothers/sisters point of view. Every time I feel have been wronged,I will give the other person a chance to express themselves before making my judgement and resulting to unfair solutions.

 It is love that makes a leader. They will care to consult their subordinates before making beuracratic decisions and avoid unnecessary wrangles. It is love that makes them reward the employees due to the recognition that we are human beings who need to be motivated.It is that which makes her to question why that group member looks confused and in great thoughts.

The love for our country will make us think twice before throwing that empty bottle on the road side. We will contemplate on the damage the disposal from our beutiful  flower  farms is having on lake Naivasha ,how much damage we have caused Lake Nakuru and Lake Victoria. We will care to visit hells gate ,the Mara and other sites if we can afford and appreciate our country. We will think twice before uttering those hate speechess despite of our position in the society, before giving that bribe and before looking down on others.

Love can do wonders, but just as the bible states,there must be real  actions. The word alone will take us no where. A friend of mine once told me how she was caught up in paying school  fees. She really needed money to pay the outstanding balance within a day in order to sit for an examination. Scrolling through her phonebook, she was confused on who she would call. She had several options which centred around her friends and relatives.

Caught up in the confusion, she narrowed down her option to two people—her best friend and her sister. First she decided to call her sister, funny enough her sister who she thought would never let her down reluctatly declined and said she could not assist. Her best friend on the other hand offered to help. Surerly, love got me confused.

We have all heard of media stories where husbands have turned against their wives and killed them, fathers having raped their children, stories of mothers abandoning their own children and siblings fighting each other over inheritance. Does real love exist between them or  do they have a strange way of expressing the love that exist between them?

At times human beings let the love that exist between them be overpowered by other unnecessary feelings. But if we let real love control us,we will go far. It will enable us to memorise in ourself The Secret, that  Christian D.Larson states will help us to:

“. . .think only of the best, to work only for the best and expect only the best

To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as we are about ourself

To forget the mistake of the past and press on the greater achievement of the future. . .”

Ahmed Hussein talks about the Hague

IT IS THE HAGUE, NOT VAGUE

By Ahmed Hussein

The train to the Ocampo temple of justice has just left the station. The guy calls a spade a spade but not a fork. He cooked their goose don’t be vague, it is The Hague.

Accompanied by forty MPs and their families, the Ocampo six left the country to face charges for allegations linking them to the post election violence. They are believed to be behind mass killings, destruction of properties and displacement of people. About three thousand people lost their lives in what was described as genocide against humanity.

Cabinet minister Henry Kiprono Kosgey, Eldoret North MP William Ruto and radio presenter Joshua Arap Sang were due to face their charges Thursday this week, while deputy Prime Minister Uhuru Kenyatta, head of civil services Francis Muthaura and post master general Hussein Ali will appear before the court this Friday for the pre-trial chamber. The prosecutor Ocampo has however, laid down strict conditions which subject to violation will call for an automatic arrest. The matter is rolling and the destiny of these key politicians is not in the hands of a local hooliganated judge but rather the ocampo judges.

The strides taken by the leopard are not a symbol of cowardice, the six suspects have however, and shown that they are ready to face the drama that has psychologically tormented their families. But the moment they are proved guilty their life will take a turn around as if in a merry-go round competition. You can run away but you cannot hide says the English man, what should they have to do? It is the camouflage trait of the chameleon that protects it from its enemies, for them they can neither hide nor change color overtime but rather adhere to the courts conditions and keep hands crossed to gain freedom.

A research by the Synovate in mid this week revealed that 61 percent of Kenyans want the perpetrators of the post election violence to be tried at The Hague while 20 percent would complement a local tribunal. This underlines Kenyans have faith in the ICC rulings and would want the masterminds of the post election violence to be brought to book.

With the 2012 elections looming, the Deputy Premier and Minister for Local Government and the suspended Higher Education Minister will be hoping to be overturn their charges and start putting their 2012 campaigns in order. Moreover, the exchange of harsh words between the Prime Minister, the former and the latter explains the deep-rooted enmity that exists in the Kenyan political scene. In my opinion, the moment the two Hague suspects are granted amnesty, then the ambitions of the Prime Minister will not be smooth sailing.

However, with the images of the post-election violence still drama in their minds, Kenyans all over the world are praying for justice to prevail and truth to be told. Is this their moment? It is so close yet so far away it gives a itching mind for history to repeat itself majority are not hoping for a repeat of what happened three years ago come 2012 elections.                   

  

Repher Mukonzo and Victor Moguche describe Moi University walls

UNIVERSITY WALLS

I am a wall, I can see you

I can hear you; I can feel you, touch and smell you

 I know everything you do, when, where, how and with who.

You just write funny staff on me

Yet I don’t lament –yet you need me.

I am your wall that stands tall at MTL

You have no respect on me yet you need me the most

I can see you when in pairs in the name of reading with heavy handouts

Yet you come to put out the fire burning in you

“Kevo N Sheila were here”- am I worth to be written such stupid names

Am I worth to be written on such stupid names?

I am your dirty wall at the loos of hostel B. you have written the names of your dream girls on me. “Concepta Domitilah” –when you come for your short calls, you point your small thing on this name – you masturbate on it – yes on my face.

I always see you enter the loos, you climb on the bowel, then you hold me with your two hands – you do – am warning you Robert, learn to carry tissue paper instead of rubbing your behinds against me. I will resign being at the loos, I rather be a wall at the administration block, may be in the office of the V.C.

I could love to witness how he sits, reasons and comes up with solution to the uprising  matters like the “Mashoka” story accommodation matters, missing marks matters truly one “Mashoka” was dumped, he is now rotting here with me. Those who dumped these creatures I wish I could have guts to approach your creature and report to you so that he sends you to hell to burn with a pop sound.

I am your wall that stands short at Students’ Centre. I see you when you bend over during “kadunda” yet you read the first and the second reading of Apostle Paul on Sunday. But some irritate, they bring cheap alcohol viceroy and shamelessly urinate on me yet I do not lament. As your wall at student centre, I have had a pleasure to see incredible persons like Redsan, Nonini. Mejja, Miss Moi, Mr. Flex yet I do not pay the damage.

I am a wall at LH1 or I should a wall at the finance office. To see how the MUSO bursary are equally allocated or how some fees just suddenly   goes missing.

Oh my friends let me be a wall at the bathroom of Hostel J. Whauuh, beautiful scenes I would see, some big, some small, some good and some irritating but it is good to a wall at Hostel J.

Or a room in this hot Hostel J. to see the dark ones and brown ones, some chests - some “just there”, others really there! And others “Mteja”. I could wish to those who constantly exile their roommates.

But now I am your wall at the sewage. Oh, comrades what I see are doctors, pilots, pastors, rarely do I see thieves but what I experience during exams is beyond my measure. Most have taken cheating as an elective, they fix tiny, dirty “Mwakenya’s” inside my tissues, they write funny QS formulas on me, do I complain? I should start my own “JIAMINI” campaign. Sometimes I love being the LH1 wall, I am an assured Christian, I am fed with “chakula cha roho” yet no basket comes to me collect “sadaka”.

Or I should be a wall at the Soweto mess so I should eat rice and beans that remains. I love being a wall though I have my dark points.

By     Vic Moguche and  Repher Mukonzo