Data Loss, Laptop Woes

As I write this post the first thing that comes to my mind is "what is dead shall never die but rises again harder and stronger". But alas this was not the case in my story, mine is a sad tale that holds no happy endings and should stand as a warning that technology like everything else will eventually fail you so you better be ready when it does least you fall victim to data loss of the worst kind.

I had been browsing the net as I do before I drift off to lala land, my now late night catching up with anime and all seemed well with my old and trusted device. I shut it as I usually do and well, didn't think much of it. A day passed and late at night as I sat down to prowl the web as I usually do something funny happened, the laptop got stuck in the boot loop simply showing the Laptop logo. I thought that I simply needed to shut the machine off and on again since it had done this once or twice before (now that I think about it I should have taken this as a warning to start backing up things *sigh*, live and learn)

I tried this about 5 times before I slowly started to go into a panic. In 30 minutes I was frantically scouring the net try to find ways to revive a dead hard disk (this is totally different from a crashed one). By 1 am I had only succeed in assuring myself that the problem was not the laptop but the hard disk. I retired to bed around 2 am, deciding to try place the wretched device in the deep freezer. From an article I read somewhere it was supposed to be a remedy but alas, this served to do nothing but give false hope.

I was forced to resume research and upon reading more I discovered that tests done by BackBlaze on the life span on hard disks suggest that they usually last around 4 years before the failure rate increases by about 12% per year(I think this is for the seagate model). In hind sight I should have done this earlier but what's done is done and data lost... so much data, though I'm not willing to spend money to recover data, just not happening. So now I have resorted to vowing that anything I deem important goes to the cloud, I have about 65G up there might as well use it before I lose it.

So to you who has their old laptop and are hesitant slow to backup, your day is coming and trust me it had better find you with a recent backup otherwise you will have much to lose, I'm just sayinG

3D , Why bother

I still remember my first experience with a 3D movie and honestly, it was horrible. The Pirates of the Caribbean 3 had just come out and I think at the time only Sarit Center was showing the movie in 3D. It was all the fad and not wanting to be left behind being techno-savvy and what not I of course showed up on the premier weekend to soak in the awesomeness of Johnny Depp (No homo) wait , do people still say that or did it die a natural death like the show that spawned it.

That's besides the point, so I get there all excited and the cashier asks whether I want a front row seat or... the balcony. My face twists in fascination cause in my mind I'm picturing this secluded both atop the cinema from where I can look down upon the masses and wave. Rude shock alter, the balcony is a row of squeezed seats, heck even a matatu has more space that those so called balcony seats that cost a little extra (should have just bought popcorn).

The movie finally starts and I come to a realization, I really like 2D movies. The setup of the so called 3D movie is so that and image overlays another image to give an illusion of 3 dimensional object (epic fail FYI). Realizing I can't see diddly squat because of these overlays I take of the glasses, what's the worst that can happen right?

Fast forward 2 hrs and 20 minutes later as we are leaving the cinema hall and boom, a super migraine with vomiting and dizziness to boot. I barely made it home in one peace and continued to reel from the effects for at least another 12hrs.

So the Avengers movie recently came out and would you believe it, only available in 3D. I had to watch it but didn't stop me from cursing occasionally because of all the action scenes I kept missing because of the  3D effect. If you ask me, this must be the stupid invention anyone ever came up with, if I want to see 3D then I will look at the objects around me thank you very much. Its not a surprise the TV's didn't sell very well and yet people still make movies in 3D. Sometimes I really wonder about humanity and whether or not we truly are rational beings. Just SayinG

My Little Addiction

Its almost 3am , I reach over for my phone eager to see if the troops and ready for battle. It seems I have become an addict to this fad of clash of clans. Its been about two weeks and I honestly think I've spent over 120hrs of my precious life trying to gain victories that hold no true value but then again not everything in life can hold value, right?


I had dismissed the game for long enough but due to a recent turn of events I found myself perusing apps on the Google play store and I thought to myself, why not give it a try, I had nothing to lose anyway. This has only equated to me spending countless hours watching timers count down so I can unlock more troops or gain elixir and gold much faster.

This got me thinking on the way we start to develop addictions, I once read that it takes 21 days to either acquire an addiction or break from one (don't take my word for it). I am yet to reach that day 21 but it is my belief that my fascination with this game compares to a new sound track that I will listen to over and over until it'll just stop being fun (I hope).

I'm starting to regret downloading that game but I know like cake, all good things must come to an end(Big fan of cake, big fan). So as I begin this new week I will try to slowly wean myself off the game by setting constructions that last more than 12 hours lol.

In conclusion ,if you're looking for something to pass the time and you don't mind a little addiction then to you I say play, play to your hearts content and I will see you on the flip side. Just SayinG

A New Way to Call

It's been a minute, I know but honestly I've been a little out of it for the last couple months given that I have been working hard to finish up with this never ending 8-4-4 system. (working hard being a relative term here). Funny enough I should be reading for an exam right now but then again, I love to live dangerously lol.

As you may or may not know, I'm a big fan of tech and all the little excitements that come with it. So recently I got myself on the Android Lollipop bandwagon, spotting Resurrection remix on my fairly outdated Note 2 (It felt almost brand new for like the first two weeks, almost). I had to root and update of course given that there is no way I was waiting for a bloated version from Samsung that would end up arriving somewhere closer to the middle of NEVER. Truth be told I am loving the new material design,its... so beautiful. Full disclaimer, if you do choose to go the rooting and flashing way you will lose your warranty and if your not a pro like myself (yeah, I said it) you run the risk of bricking your phone.

 Back the beautiful material design... You know what, I'll show you

Isn't it breath taking ? for more you can hop on here and just immerse yourself. Like just really dive into that gorgeousness. But as usual I digress from the story at hand, so in my internet travels I stumbled upon the new WhatsApp call feature a while back. I was so excited and for days I tried to find a way to get myself on the bandwagon of call enabled clients but alas my fortunes were not aligned. That all changed to day, I was doing but regular searches to keep me updated with the world of tech when I stumbled on this nice thread on XDA. At first I was skeptical but then I said what the hell, I've got nothing to lose anyway so wham bam and Bob's your uncle I got a call from code name Surya57.

 I have been calling guys left, right and of course center trying to get them to join me on this VoIP experience from WhatsApp but it seems most people don't get what I'm talking about. So essentially you can now make calls from whatsapp to whatsapp and the interface should look somewhat similar to what I have below (can't risk showing my actual contact list, #teamMafisi is always lurking).

So if you're a tech fan and an  early adopter like myself (an emoji would be so appropriate here). Check out the xda thread and tell me what you think. Keep in mind this is not the official release so there will be some bugs, this to be expected of any new system. Just have an open mind about the prospects of the technology at hand.

PS. Don't forget to thank the guy on the thread.

I'm just SayinG.

Selfishness is Life Saving

For the most part I would argue against this title, especially given how selfishness has led our country to the dogs. Starting from the endless spats of insecurity to the recent rise and fall of less than standard building in mid to low income areas and the never ending menace that is corruption. And for most of that argument I would be right, this has nothing to do with the fact that I'm seated here alone with no one to oppose me. But that got me thinking, if we were to be truly selfless in our actions, how would the end result affect us as an individual in our own right?

Just for a moment think about it,someone needs food, you give them some because it is the right thing to do. You see a burning building, you rush in to try help giving no regard to your own safety. See a fight, you play the peacemaker even if it means taking a few blows to the old noggin (Been there and honestly never again). An old lady trying to cross the road, you help her because who wouldn't help her?

This is the point where I raise my hand all shy like, knowing what I'm saying goes against every societal norm ever taught but I say , gotta look out for number one. Not to sound mean but old folks have a tendency to miss that spring in their step and on busy roads where the ever careless Kenyan drivers fail to reduce their speeds (so much for speed limits) , I don't want to find myself on the wrong side of those speed demons. All it takes is a fraction of a second and a simple walk across the road becomes an eternal  rest six feet below. As I have always suggested, at our core we are set to self preservation unless you're trying to save a baby because I mean, babies are super cute and cuddly. 

A persons good-nature is always taken advantage of and its high time we stop trying to justify this by saying its better to give than to receive. If that was the case then everyone would be a giver, but the truth of the matter is that we all love to stretch out our hands to receive AKA handouts. No person ever made it in life because they loved to give, lets be real. The shroud nature of business revolves around the notion that we must guard what we have jealously in order to attain more and I agree. Until you value what you have enough not to want to share then you don't understand what loss is, just SayinG

Big Egos and Small Titles

A title is a very interesting thing to have, especially when you feel that the one you are given is not befitting of your grandeur stance in society and only serves to discredit your name. People are not designed to instinctively belittle themselves, it is our duty, nay, calling that we must bloat our ego where possible lest we are thought to be lesser than we believe we are.

I will start with the watchman AKA security consultant given that I have constant interactions with them at my school. These guys (some not all) never cease to surprise me. Given the "prestigious" nature of our school it our duty to flash our school id's before entering any building because for some absurd reason someone would , heavens forbid sneak into a lecturer to endure agonizing hours of endless lip movement with sounds that the brain refuses to fathom. But who knows, maybe these people exist so who am I to dismiss the idea so quickly. On any given day you can't miss to find that one "consultant" who presumes that you tried to avoid the sweep (flashing your ID to identify yourself ) and decides to pull you to the side. He will then throw you a dirty snare like you had stolen his last piece of meat. When you proceed to inquire as to why you were stopped ... well
"Unadhani utanionyesha madharau" (You think you will disrespect me)
All the while making sure to point a finger so no one mistakes that it's you he's talking to. Of course from here it can go many different ways but I guess that's for you to decide.

Next I will move to the waitress, also known as a model/actor in waiting. I mean you must see this whenever you eat out, and I don't mean in those ndondo joints with funny names like Mama Allan. Curious enough it's like fathers don't own any of these joints, why not have a place called Baba Mary or something, isn't this the age of gender equality? Anyway, I digress, I was speaking of the models. Unless its just me who sees those catwalk struts they make as they move and the fake smiles that couldn't save their lives if they were meant to. But in as much my attention was focused on body movements its the new acquired attitude that has me going. They seem to have acquired this Diva status because I usually feel like I should weigh my choice on the menu before blurting it out. Or maybe its the fact that I try to be down to earth by speaking the local dialect, my polished English might rub thrm the wrong way. I'll illustrate
"Sema, leo nini iko kwa special menu"
"Unaweza angalia menu wewe decide" punctuated with a sneer
*insert puzzled look*
"Ni sawa, nilitee..."
By this point the food has already lost some of its flavor and your next valid fear is will she spit in my food? I hope I never know the answer to that, ignorance in this case might just be bliss.

I will conclude with the receptionist better known as office administrator. We have all run into her and her neck twisting excuse me *insert cheeky smile*. Life at the office wouldn't be complete without her to put those new visitors in their place. I once tried to walk past one before I was hastily called back you would think I was a governor being summoned by the senate.
"Unaenda wapi, unadhani hapa ni nyumba yako"
Honestly I was speechless and I believe no choice of words could indeed saved me from that situation. Of course I was finally let in after the boss personally came to call me from the reception but it paints a picture of what kind of power they think they hold. Ego is a dangerous thing , especially when all you have to back it up is a small title. just sayinG.

Affairs

This one has been rattling in the recess of my minds for a while, how do we define our relationships either to ourselves or to the people around us? Does it matter what the world has to say about the one we term as our significant other? Where does us begin and them stop? A lot of questions, I know but at some point we must accept that our own little world has been invaded by people who made little or no contribution to help us stay together. That's just the way life goes I guess, maybe...

That poses my next question on a love affair and a relationship, what are the differences?
 I'll just site 3 simple examples, these can be contested.

1. A love affair is secret between the two of you with little to no third parties being informed of the same. A relationship is celebrated and advertised with the hopes that you don't crush and burn (no one appreciates those after breakup questions)
2. A love affair is hot and passionate, like a burning comet. A relationship, if I may borrow these words, is like hot tea you warm over time, it may occasionally get cold but it can always burn hot again.
3. A love affair is an escape from reality no matter how fleeting it may be. A relationship is vested in reality and thrives best when you approach it with that notion in mind.

 But the really scary ones are not the love affairs that require your manual input, its the emotional affair that takes you by surprise. Something you seemed to have thought to be so innocent and sweet starts to develop into something you had no intention of pursing and yet here you are smack in the middle of it. Really begs the question, can guys and gals be platonic friends especially when one is in a relationship? So many lines to cross and yet you don't even know you're crossing them. It kinda explains why your best friend should be your partner if you think about it, that way its easier to share yourself body and soul without feeling like you need an escape or that someone else gets you better. just sayinG

The Missing Minute

As a kid there were certain experiences you had to go through, whether it was being chased by a dog, hence my never ending phobia for the four legged canines or playing football which honestly wasn't my best sport, I was always the keeper cause it required less effort. There are numerous small happenings that make up our childhood each in a different way.

As a kid I used to love riding bikes, I mean what else was there to do outside in the evening than race those majestic devices with two wheels. I remember my first bicycle with the support wheels, gotta love those tricycles, there's just something about your first bike.We would go round the neighborhood clinking that annoying bell, all smiles and eager to show off. Of course mama nani wasn't in the least bit amused by our unwarranted jubilation so we would find ourselves quickly dismissed so that we could take our "kiereere" elsewhere.

Of course as we grew older , by that I mean a week later since boys want to become men, the support wheels came off and we sought to scour the lands in the name of exploration. This usually mean about a kilometer radius from home. In hind sight it was a short distance but when you are young the world seems like a vast space and we had been numerously warned about straying to far least we be abducted by the ever lurking stranger.

Now coupled with my love for bicycles was my love for books. Back then pages were filled with color and pamper so reading was an adventure of sorts as you made sense of word and picture. A library had opened up in the estate, a house had been converted in a world of wonder by way of words and I was all to eager to make my way there. So one sunny afternoon me and a pal, James and I, decide to ride a bike there. Now our conundrum was that we only had one bike so I offered to carry him on the support bar between the handle and the seat.

Things were going fine and we were a few meters away from the library when it happened. I have come to call it, the missing minute. The world in a split second turned upside down and I found myself flat on the ground with a mild headache. James was screaming his lungs out and there was blood gushing out of his mouth. As I later came to find out, he had dug his foot into the spokes of the bike which had caused it to suddenly break and hurdle us forward. Unfortunately the brake handle found its way into his mouth and caused a pretty nasty tear.

This did not kill my love for bicycles but it has been a while since last I took the liberty to offer someone a lift on my support bar. just SayinG

#MasenoDays: Punch to the face

I've never been a fighter, not that I can remember anyway. Or maybe I didn't call them fights because as a child it felt more like we were pushing each other and less like we were throwing punches, or maybe my childhood friends just had girly punches lol. That being said, I don't encourage fighting, I am a pacifist at heart and believe that we should strive our best to find other solutions before we resort to "proving we are men".

So it was during our games time which was normally around 4pm and me and a few other house members had decided to skip that ever dreaded compulsory games time. We had hauled ourselves up in the house and locked the door lest the games captain decided to make his rounds. Power in Maseno was sometimes a dangerous thing, it would turn friends to foes and no attempted interventions would persuade the lost soul to find his way back home.

During our haul up, a disagreement ensued between two of my house mates. At first I thought it was something that would pass but one of them seemed to be getting more agitated by the minute and the other wasn't letting up on making fun of him. The agitated housemate then started seeing red and he was baying for blood, he lunged forward and no attempt to hold him back seemed to work as the other housemate tried to make a quick escape. I set myself in between them and was about to open my mouth when I saw it flying towards my face. The punch hit me square on the jaw and I felt my teeth shift with the force, I spit out some blood and heeled over in agony. It made him stop long enough for the other housemate to get time to make a run for it.

He apologized but that didn't make the pain go away, his anger seemed to have subsided though. My squishy face seemed to have acted well as a punching bag that day and in as much as I don't advocate for violence, in that split second before his fist made contact with my face I wished the roles could have been reversed. It sure looked nice punching someone in the face, just sayinG. 

How to Save a Life

I don't know how this one skipped my mind but I'm sure its one of those things that will stay with me for life. Not sure if I've mentioned this before but I'm a big fan of swimming, been doing it for as long as I can remember. From the days of the infamous floaters (I don't see them these days) that branded you a swimmer in training to national competition level where I so graciously received my participation certificate, I won't say how many times.

But for the story I want to tell we have to go a little further back, to days of primary school when I was still learning the ropes. I was blessed to be in one of the few schools in town that had a pool within its compound so P.E for us would on one day entail immersing ourselves within the cool waters to avoid the ever  scorching sun. On one such day our class had made its way to the pool and as per the usual we were quick to jump into the pool. The swimming coach was already in the pool instructing guys from the deep end, me and a couple of friends were somewhere in the middle, story telling by the poolside.

That's when I saw .... let me call him Sam, diving as if t o pull something out. I watched for a few seconds before I decided to move closer and ask him what was wrong. He was frantic, he told me how a pal of ours was drowning and that on his attempt to save him he had almost pulled him under. I quickly dived down to see if I could be of help, I grabbed him by the armpit and pushed him towards the shallow end. The coach just got there in time to carry him out and perform CPR (this is a very important skill). Guy was a little shocked but didn't stop him from getting back into the pool. Just goes to show even experienced swimmers are at risk of drowning, just sayinG

The Open Road

Its been too long since I took a trip to no where, just got into the car and headed to no where in particular. I believe those are the trips you won't so soon forget, no set destination just you and the open road and a world full of possibilities. This takes me back to my first ever road-trip. 

I believe it was in the winter of '98 (as if we have such things) and my mum had traveled to Amsterdam if I remember correctly. So the weekend she was meant to come back my dad wakes up on a Friday and tells us to get in the car. Being kids, a chance to get in the car and go somewhere was like waking up to gifts under the Christmas tree unlike children of today who see cars as a necessity rather than a privilege.

Mornings have never been my thing so of course I dragged my feet a bit but I was eager all the same,we dived into the back seat and off we went. There's something about the open road, the way nature keeps rushing by as the car speeds off into the distance. We told stories I honestly can't remember but the car was full of laughter, that much I am sure of and geography was taught as our dad brandished us with his worldly knowledge watching as our eyes filled with wonder and amazement.

That was the first time we passed Kericho and I remember wondering why the grass was so tall and green, looking back now its a good thing I kept my thoughts to myself. It was a beautiful sight to behold, still is to this day, for me anyway. We were hell bent to make good time therefore Nakuru was skipped as a stop point in preference of Naivasha. We made the stop at some petrol station, Oil Libya if memory serves me right, there was a restaurant somewhere within the vicinity packed with travelers heading up country and some like us heading towards the big city.

We went with the kid's menu favorite, chips & sausage, to date I still don't understand why kids love that meal so much. That sausage wasn't beef though, it was NOT beef. We ended up throwing them somewhere on the outskirts of Nairobi as we gazed upon the lights of the city that seldom sleeps. Fatigue had begun to set in, 7 hours on the road is no small feat especially at that age. I honestly can't tell you where we slept but it will be a while before I forget that trip, just sayinG.

#MasenoDays: The Rat In My Bed

We've all seen these little devils at one point or or another, they scamper through the house with bolt like speed and ill intent and eat our food while we're deep asleep. They seem to always appear out of no where like a ghost come to haunt you but when it comes, best believe they will make their presence known and you better be prepared to counter them.

The first memory of rats was when me and my brother were around ten or so and found them in the oil we used for frying. I'm sure you can guess how that equation ends (they fry just as well as chicken, not that I ate one). Back to the rat in my bed, so soon after I joined Maseno I discovered that I had a "pet" that liked to watch me sleep. I woke up one night to make my way to the washroom, this usually entailed a quick night running session because I always had this feeling that someone was waiting for me out there in the dark (urinals were a bit far). I had come back to the dorm when I saw something move on the net at the head of my bed, now given that this was about 2 am and I was sleep deprived I didn't pay much attention, not until I tried getting back into bed and a small dark figure moved towards me.

I have never jumped that quickly off a bed, had to tuck my net all around before I could sleep with some resemblance of comfort after it left, talk about sleep deprivation. The culprit would return every so often jumping on my net at unholy hours in an attempt to get at me, it would seem that for the moment I remained far out of reach which is more than I can say for one of my housemate who got up close and personal with the night crawler (cool name, I know).

I remember that night I was awoken by a faint scream, it sounded faint to me because it I was in deep slumber. The night crawler had somehow found its way into his bed and into his Pj's, as the rat tried to make its way out it got trapped as the edge of the sleeve which was tightly bound at the wrists. Never have I seen a man scream so vehemently, honestly I thought it was someone receiving a sweet dose of mob justice. I think the rat did like 5 laps before it bit his lower lip and jumped out into the night. Fortunate for him, there was no rabies involved but it did intensify our hunt for the night crawler. We never caught him though, hope the new tenants of Stansfields are keeping safe. just sayinG

Gut Feeling

Of late I've been thinking about what guides our subconscious, whether or not we take heed to it and what repercussions our final actions have. I'm sure every one of us has made a decision that when asked they can't trace it back to any logic and so your natural response becomes "It was a gut feeling".  I stumbled on some article that referred to a gut feeling as that quirky urge. A funny tingle. That little voice in your head. It goes ahead to talk about how a gut feeling, in a sense, is your own form of innate wisdom and a lot of other interesting facts about how gut feelings are our subconscious mind speaking to us, from what I understood anyway.

A gut feeling can help make decisions whose impact is far more reaching than we could ever imagine. So the other day I was making my way to school, well I was actually preparing to leave the house. I had gotten into the car and was about to get out of the parking when something told me "go into the house to confirm if you have left my school ID". Logically I would have simply opted out of doing that since I have a backup ID which means getting into school shouldn't be a problem but on this occasion I thought what the hell, why not indulge the feeling and just check.

I had only made it past the front door when I heard a screech of tires then a loud bang, A bus that was trying to overtake a lorry had swerved off the road to avoid an on coming  matatu and rammed into the wall of the hospital opposite home passing squarely at the junction where I would have been positioned had I left those few seconds earlier. In short I had survived being hit by a bus because I went back to look for an ID I didn't need. Of course as is the culture of Kenyans everyone rushed to the scene to find out what had happened, fortunately or unfortunately for the injured passengers the hospital staff rushed to their rescue ferrying them towards the hospital so that they could be given medical attention. At least there were no fatalities ,kinda makes you wonder about life though.

There have been other incidents where I have narrowly escaped being mugged in town because I just got this feeling someone was following me and I make my way into a shop where I have no intention of buying anything, or I decide to break even though the guy in front of me isn't driving recklessly then they go ahead to swerve out of the blue and luckily I have time to react. Little things that when you add up make you realize that you must on some level know these things are going to happen, even if it is subconsciously or maybe you have super powers. just sayinG

#MasenoDays: It was the Principal

If you've ever been in boarding school then you will understand that sleep is a basic need , more basic than food, shelter or clothing. You will struggle continuously to stay awake, balancing your head between your hands on your desk. There will be snoring intermissions between you and your desk-mate,  heck you might even experience the elusive head pendulum swing as you attempt to stay awake. In Maseno school when you attained the highest level of sleep, you gained the title "Swachist" , I only had the pleasure of knowing two in my four years there.

My first dangerous encounter with the fore mentioned monster was in second term, form one. I had so far been able to keep sleep at bay but on that fateful afternoon as the CRE teacher gave a lecture with her heavily influenced accent I just seemed to drift away. I thought I closed my eyes for a fraction of a second and awoke to find half a page of scribbled wavy lines. But the purpose of why I write is not about that tale, for my story we have to move further into future (well... past now).

We were in form two and like every other day we were required to be in class for morning prep which started at 5. I can remember how I used to dread that morning bell, the continuous gong for a whole ten minutes. I occasionally wake up in a cold sweat in the fear that I hear the bell somewhere in the recess of my mind, talk about being scarred for life. During morning preps the principal would sometimes make rounds to make sure that his students were hard at work (talk about dedication to your job). If you had a good desk-mate they would wake you up before the principal saw you sleep but on this fateful day he caught us all off guard.

The principal would normally walk into a class to see who was sleeping and his 7 feet something height was definitely an advantage. Now on this occasion he decided to peep at us through the window, unfortunately for the guy next to the window his desk-mate saw the principal a second to late and all he could do was pretend to have not seen a thing and stare at his book with the might of Hercules in the hopes that he would not be asked why his desk-mate was dead asleep. The principal slipped his hand through the window and tapped the student awake, "It's me"

"Oh, its you", replied the student

I think in his dazed state my dear classmate didn't take the time to size his words, fury burned through the principal's gaze. He made a pimp slap attempt for the young man who missed it just in time, at this point all we could do was hold back our laughter (I think I was crying from the laughter). The student was told to go to the principal's office. Of course at this juncture all of us were awake, there was a lecture given about not letting your desk-mate sleep and the principal continued on his way. I'm yet to find out what kind of punishment our friend faced, I bet it was something severe. just sayinG

#MasenoDays: The Dark Pits

Sometimes we forget how good we have it until life so diligently decides to remind us. This was a lesson the great school reminded me of on more than one occasion. But the one that I will never forget was the pit latrines, before joining Maseno my perception of pit latrines was associated with ancestral homes so during my first week as a mono imagine my surprise when I asked for the washrooms and I was directed to a red iron-sheet far removed from the sleeping area.

At first I thought it was a joke but the moment reality dawned on me and I realized there was no other option, that was a dark day. I made my way to the dark pits situated at the edge of the school where the natural gas of human waste was all you could smell. Now given that this was all new to me, I didn't know the most fundamental of rule, You always take off your shirt. It sounds simple enough but yet people still forget. I learnt why people do this after I returned to my seat in class and my desk-mate curled up his nose as if to waft away the smell. All I could do was stare blankly ahead and pretend to be highly fascinated with what the teacher had to say.

Now the beauty of learning is that its a continuous cycle. Given that I now knew to take off my shirt before getting to "business" I made sure to do so next time. It was a normal day like any other as I made my way to the pits tissue in hand. I set my shirt and sweater on the designated "Coat hanger" (this was basically a pole placed outside the pits) and proceeded to enter the pit. Now my neighbor to the right it would seem had come unprepared, he proceeded to ask one of the most awkward questions I've ever been asked

"Wewe msee, ukona TP ya kutosha" *insert puzzled look* 

"Niokolee leaf kaa nne hivi"

Of course I couldn't say no, didn't make the situation any less awkward though. I continued returning to dust what came from dust without little care of the happenings around. When I finally exited the dark pits all I found on the pole was my tie, carefully placed like a handkerchief on a tux. I started frantically searching the surrounding areas in the hopes that maybe the shirt had been blown by a strong wind but to no avail. So here I was shirtless with at least 300m between me and the dormitories.

I peeked around to make sure there was no teacher around and slowly started making my was back to the dorms. Now following Murphy's law this was not going to be that simple, as I approached the dorm, a teacher appeared from no where, I had to run to the back side of the dorm. So my options were two, stay and get caught which would result in punishment no matter my explanation or climb in through the window and change into a new shirt. I chose the latter, I was almost done changing into the new shirt when I heard the teacher walk into the dorm. I rapidly flew out the window without a second thought and made my way towards class via numerous deviations of course, couldn't afford to be caught after all that.

The anticipation as I watched the teacher complete his rounds almost killed me but it seems I had eluded him for the moment, it would seem my luck would hold. 

#PoetsCorner: You Remind Me

You remind me of a time
simple, sublime
when life was made of sense
and the sword mightier than the pen
maiden in high towers round tables and power.

You remind me of a life
full of joy , full of love
romance ruled the day
lust conquered the night.

You remind me that there's hope
when the darkness does engulf
tunnel light is all that's left
and tomorrow brings a better day.

You remind me , yet I would rather forget
and let my mind be free the shackles
of memories cause it hurts to remember
and I would rather be free

#MasenoDays: Our time to eat

Nothing ever set the mood more than that end of year period when house parties came into full swing. After countless months of planning, which would mostly involve being fleeced of painfully saved pocket money all in the name of a house party, we would finally get the chance to feast like kings (as close as it gets anyway).

#MasenoDays: Shoe Thief

The earliest memory I have of being robbed is back when I was in around class 6, a bunch of thieves broke into our house late at night and proceeded to clean our sitting room of all electronics. Being the heavy sleeper that I am, the story was only retold to me in the morning after the damage had already been done.

#PoetsCorner : No longer

I am no longer at ease, wrapped round with distress
Innocence plucked, the tranquil facade a forgone memory
What have you done to me, cruel cruel age
Wisdom has become my burden
And alas the source of my unrest

Religion and dating

Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.

William Congreve

That quote reminded me of scenario, a guy wanted to go out with this lady but she was indifferent about it because the guy wasn't religious. I've been contemplating this situation and I find it somewhat wanting.