Sunday, 24 August 2014
HELB
To all fresh guys out there, you can now apply for helb here https://portal.helb.co.ke/auth/signin
Monday, 18 August 2014
UNFINISHED AFFAIR.
When you get to read this article, either from campus corridors, academic paths or the gossiping hotspots of hostel Q** and J** , my dear, you will learn that it is too late to say sorry, and in Tarrus rilleys' words, sorry is just a word.
From the very day you were diagnosed with a serious disease that could have caused your life, I stood by you. I forgot our differences and provided a shoulder to lean on, I provided a listening ear to the one I loved, to one whom had it not been for uncertainities of life, could have been a mother to the family! When you paid me a visit, I sensed all was not ok, but I could not let you know that your condition was worsening, how could I even start telling you that you were soon to leave us? Above all how could I stand your absence? I had started tuning my mind and prepared for "everything". When you passed away last night, twice to be precise, at consecutive intervals of an hour, you talked much, you lay bare you love for your "hubby" and your niece. That was just the begening, then you started wasting, so fast that I had to tell you but with caution, I empathized, it was sad to see you leave this early as the world was not prepaired to say adieu.
Did the varsity Doctor tell you that you passed out again in her office? You fell down so quick and fast hitting your head on the tiles that she broke into tears. Your ordeal was one of its kind, a tear dropping one, but how could I let you know? I kept the secret for the sake of our relationship. Even if I had to tell you, it will be as if I am injecting another dose of trauma in you. My love, you remember nothing, I mean entirely nothing.
The other day you lay in the hospital bed, far away to seek private treatment as your condition was worsening, there I stood by you, a second after the other praying hoping for the best. Those were my most trying moments.
I may take a whole centuary to reminisce the jovial-sad past, they seem outstanding, blissful and sad.
The last words you uttered on that bed and I beside you, "ken, promise you wont leave me......promise to love me forever.....". "...Yes dear, I gona stand by you...." I responded in a somber mood. Symbolically that dark string was hanging up-down, my faith was fading so fast but my love was determined.
It may seem to some as if I am writing a "living" autobiography but I am not. The last thing that struck my heart was, at last, grass shall grow and the rains shall fall to wash away the smokey past.
I always whispered in your ear and even cracked jokes on the shocker of this inter-ethnic relationship between "these" two antagonising sides, just to always prepare you for the challanges that awaited it. You always responded by saying, ".......ken, I am ready to fight for my love...." Today stands no history but a documented record of my saying, you bowed to the pressure.
It may seem as if hatred is brewed in the heart, but the soul overflows with joy, pain and experience. You may have persectively viewed my limit of your association to some circles of your boyfriend's as being jealous, No, I was trying to restore your image, build your reputation and uphold your moral standards. Infact, my heart is a high vault of philanthropy.
I may have categorically quoted your first love because I knew you had an unfinished affair!!
My assertion tonight might be skewed but honest. You had an unfinished affair, infact a secret affair of betrayal, a vangeful act and a pin nailing truth of the in compatability of the antagonising two. When you get this information, I dont know of how you will react, you may laugh and make merry, as well as you may sink in deep tears.
You owe me a dime, I owe your a precious gold, blood gold!! I know you understand what I mean, the war of emotions and feelings has been long, tiring, painful and heart wretching but we have fought it, we have fought dedicatively, we have fought united, we have fought deligently ,we had prepared our ethnic arsenal and our artillery were all forcused to the few bewitched hard tribalists.Unfortunately we have fallen for the enemy, we have been subdued and our territory taken over.
At one point, history draws it close, that when it walks like a duck, waddles like a duck, behaves like a duck then surely, it is one. You may not have been previlledged to see your in-laws, but I believe that was all the Almighty plan.
As I pen the final bits of this short note, all seems impossible, the interpretation that you give it is actually what stands.For that was the short journey towards matrimony we travelled, traversing the the deep seas of problems, oceans of tribulations and rivers of challanges.
I bid bye to you, from your sick bed I stood with you, for better for worse, in joy and sadness for the duration of life. I say adieu for the unfinished affair, I hand over the elements of power, the arsenal of war to the highest ethno-relatic bidder, to the perpertuators of perenial ethno-centred strings of relatic war, the protagonists!
The journey might have seemed long and boring, but this marks the end, One day, you’ll understand
that waiting isn’t easy at all,You’ll understand that waiting is like you let your scars left unhealed.
One day, you’ll understand that saying the truth isn’t easy at all.You’ll understand that saying the truth is like stabbing yourself, noticing the impact of the truth for the one you love.you’ll understand that letting go isn’t easy at all.You’ll understand that letting go is like let you die little by little, you’ll understand that loving someone isn’t easy at all, loving someone is like trying to change the whole world, knowing that (S)he never loves .
My dear, I should admit that sometimes we need to let go of things we’ve never had or things that just not mean to be for us.
I should admit that sometimes we need to let go of memories we’ve experienced or memories that cut like knifes.sometimes
we need to let go of someone we’ve loved or someone who’s definitely wouldn’t fight for us.You should know that sometimes you should let them go because you really deserve to be happy.
Adieu,
Tsamparada.
From the very day you were diagnosed with a serious disease that could have caused your life, I stood by you. I forgot our differences and provided a shoulder to lean on, I provided a listening ear to the one I loved, to one whom had it not been for uncertainities of life, could have been a mother to the family! When you paid me a visit, I sensed all was not ok, but I could not let you know that your condition was worsening, how could I even start telling you that you were soon to leave us? Above all how could I stand your absence? I had started tuning my mind and prepared for "everything". When you passed away last night, twice to be precise, at consecutive intervals of an hour, you talked much, you lay bare you love for your "hubby" and your niece. That was just the begening, then you started wasting, so fast that I had to tell you but with caution, I empathized, it was sad to see you leave this early as the world was not prepaired to say adieu.
Did the varsity Doctor tell you that you passed out again in her office? You fell down so quick and fast hitting your head on the tiles that she broke into tears. Your ordeal was one of its kind, a tear dropping one, but how could I let you know? I kept the secret for the sake of our relationship. Even if I had to tell you, it will be as if I am injecting another dose of trauma in you. My love, you remember nothing, I mean entirely nothing.
The other day you lay in the hospital bed, far away to seek private treatment as your condition was worsening, there I stood by you, a second after the other praying hoping for the best. Those were my most trying moments.
I may take a whole centuary to reminisce the jovial-sad past, they seem outstanding, blissful and sad.
The last words you uttered on that bed and I beside you, "ken, promise you wont leave me......promise to love me forever.....". "...Yes dear, I gona stand by you...." I responded in a somber mood. Symbolically that dark string was hanging up-down, my faith was fading so fast but my love was determined.
It may seem to some as if I am writing a "living" autobiography but I am not. The last thing that struck my heart was, at last, grass shall grow and the rains shall fall to wash away the smokey past.
I always whispered in your ear and even cracked jokes on the shocker of this inter-ethnic relationship between "these" two antagonising sides, just to always prepare you for the challanges that awaited it. You always responded by saying, ".......ken, I am ready to fight for my love...." Today stands no history but a documented record of my saying, you bowed to the pressure.
It may seem as if hatred is brewed in the heart, but the soul overflows with joy, pain and experience. You may have persectively viewed my limit of your association to some circles of your boyfriend's as being jealous, No, I was trying to restore your image, build your reputation and uphold your moral standards. Infact, my heart is a high vault of philanthropy.
I may have categorically quoted your first love because I knew you had an unfinished affair!!
My assertion tonight might be skewed but honest. You had an unfinished affair, infact a secret affair of betrayal, a vangeful act and a pin nailing truth of the in compatability of the antagonising two. When you get this information, I dont know of how you will react, you may laugh and make merry, as well as you may sink in deep tears.
You owe me a dime, I owe your a precious gold, blood gold!! I know you understand what I mean, the war of emotions and feelings has been long, tiring, painful and heart wretching but we have fought it, we have fought dedicatively, we have fought united, we have fought deligently ,we had prepared our ethnic arsenal and our artillery were all forcused to the few bewitched hard tribalists.Unfortunately we have fallen for the enemy, we have been subdued and our territory taken over.
At one point, history draws it close, that when it walks like a duck, waddles like a duck, behaves like a duck then surely, it is one. You may not have been previlledged to see your in-laws, but I believe that was all the Almighty plan.
As I pen the final bits of this short note, all seems impossible, the interpretation that you give it is actually what stands.For that was the short journey towards matrimony we travelled, traversing the the deep seas of problems, oceans of tribulations and rivers of challanges.
I bid bye to you, from your sick bed I stood with you, for better for worse, in joy and sadness for the duration of life. I say adieu for the unfinished affair, I hand over the elements of power, the arsenal of war to the highest ethno-relatic bidder, to the perpertuators of perenial ethno-centred strings of relatic war, the protagonists!
The journey might have seemed long and boring, but this marks the end, One day, you’ll understand
that waiting isn’t easy at all,You’ll understand that waiting is like you let your scars left unhealed.
One day, you’ll understand that saying the truth isn’t easy at all.You’ll understand that saying the truth is like stabbing yourself, noticing the impact of the truth for the one you love.you’ll understand that letting go isn’t easy at all.You’ll understand that letting go is like let you die little by little, you’ll understand that loving someone isn’t easy at all, loving someone is like trying to change the whole world, knowing that (S)he never loves .
My dear, I should admit that sometimes we need to let go of things we’ve never had or things that just not mean to be for us.
I should admit that sometimes we need to let go of memories we’ve experienced or memories that cut like knifes.sometimes
we need to let go of someone we’ve loved or someone who’s definitely wouldn’t fight for us.You should know that sometimes you should let them go because you really deserve to be happy.
Adieu,
Tsamparada.
Thursday, 17 July 2014
More Than Birth and Babies
A very sad and moving short life experience on what our sisters, mothers and wives go through on a daily basis.
Friday, 11 July 2014
An open letter to a lady I pretended to have a crush on in campus.
Dear Miss Iymar,
Love, I know you will come along this letter in campus corridors. From the days I used to refer to you as a semi girl, the young charming, beautiful and benovelent girl, sharp upstairs and amassed with "wealthy future and promising past". I still dont want to allude that you had a provoking rare, but my illusion is on your imensed beauty.
From the tense lectures on common units, under the tense tutolage of Lecturer Ondieki to the most boring yet educative Computer Programming lectures by Odawa, the memory still rings fresh and young.
I was shy then, but I could not let you realize it, I was full of life and adventure, travelling everywhere and to nowhere in particular was my hobby, at least the heart was willing though the pocket wasn't.
Do you remember how I asked you about your phone number? My teenage compliments? At times you joked around, teasing with your warmth breath. I liked hanging around you, it was all bliss and drama. Your dimples, smile to the lovely winks. You were an envy to many. Do you remember those moves? Yes, the way you used to cat walk, cutting the edges , majestically moving like mahogany , with thick thighs . Your hena red sensuas lips were a killer to many, the protruded swaying hips not only ascertained to a marvelous Godly creation but a true reflection of an african beauty.you kept it simple an forcussed, academicaly oriented and morally upright, loved and hated on equal measure, but who could help my crush? Because I loved you and you too knew about it very well.
Years have rolled and set those of past, emotions have flowed and the rich flowers of life have growned. As we prepare to bid adieu the campus life, remember its nolonger a crush, the future is sealed. Someone might have blowned mallice behind you, forget it like yesterday, it was out of envy, keep it forcussed.
My pennal blotting comes to an end, just as I joined the world in developing my county, so I leave for my weekend vacation, remember always, leaves sprung during winter and whither during summer. As you open a new chapter into your life, know that we are out to build the future, as we lay the foundation with bricks, let's keep the forcus.
When the heart bleeds, a hollow is felt, from the incessant chipping of crickets to the whistling of the idle winds, the heart finds no peace in strangers. Do you remember our adventure by the river side?yes, the cool breeze pierced through the body, torn the heart to a heeling rhythm. It numb the emotions so strong as if we were by the river side awaiting the knife of life- circumcision, right we were by the river side but the initiator was conspicuously missing with the knife, to unite us as one.
It is unnecessary to reminisce everything, let the few speak for everything, for this is the sound of a pretended campus crush, three years down of love, deceit and torment.
When you come to the attention of this letter, just remember that I still cherish the moments, not that we aint communicating, not that we wont meet, but that the juxtaposition is true, that the contrary is justified. Despite your tight schedule, dont hesitate to reply
.
Yours affectionately,
Tsamparada.
*Iymar *a semi girl are not true identities of the above described personality.
Love, I know you will come along this letter in campus corridors. From the days I used to refer to you as a semi girl, the young charming, beautiful and benovelent girl, sharp upstairs and amassed with "wealthy future and promising past". I still dont want to allude that you had a provoking rare, but my illusion is on your imensed beauty.
From the tense lectures on common units, under the tense tutolage of Lecturer Ondieki to the most boring yet educative Computer Programming lectures by Odawa, the memory still rings fresh and young.
I was shy then, but I could not let you realize it, I was full of life and adventure, travelling everywhere and to nowhere in particular was my hobby, at least the heart was willing though the pocket wasn't.
Do you remember how I asked you about your phone number? My teenage compliments? At times you joked around, teasing with your warmth breath. I liked hanging around you, it was all bliss and drama. Your dimples, smile to the lovely winks. You were an envy to many. Do you remember those moves? Yes, the way you used to cat walk, cutting the edges , majestically moving like mahogany , with thick thighs . Your hena red sensuas lips were a killer to many, the protruded swaying hips not only ascertained to a marvelous Godly creation but a true reflection of an african beauty.you kept it simple an forcussed, academicaly oriented and morally upright, loved and hated on equal measure, but who could help my crush? Because I loved you and you too knew about it very well.
Years have rolled and set those of past, emotions have flowed and the rich flowers of life have growned. As we prepare to bid adieu the campus life, remember its nolonger a crush, the future is sealed. Someone might have blowned mallice behind you, forget it like yesterday, it was out of envy, keep it forcussed.
My pennal blotting comes to an end, just as I joined the world in developing my county, so I leave for my weekend vacation, remember always, leaves sprung during winter and whither during summer. As you open a new chapter into your life, know that we are out to build the future, as we lay the foundation with bricks, let's keep the forcus.
When the heart bleeds, a hollow is felt, from the incessant chipping of crickets to the whistling of the idle winds, the heart finds no peace in strangers. Do you remember our adventure by the river side?yes, the cool breeze pierced through the body, torn the heart to a heeling rhythm. It numb the emotions so strong as if we were by the river side awaiting the knife of life- circumcision, right we were by the river side but the initiator was conspicuously missing with the knife, to unite us as one.
It is unnecessary to reminisce everything, let the few speak for everything, for this is the sound of a pretended campus crush, three years down of love, deceit and torment.
When you come to the attention of this letter, just remember that I still cherish the moments, not that we aint communicating, not that we wont meet, but that the juxtaposition is true, that the contrary is justified. Despite your tight schedule, dont hesitate to reply
.
Yours affectionately,
Tsamparada.
*Iymar *a semi girl are not true identities of the above described personality.
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