WAIYAKI WAIYAKI (The urban Storyteller)

A HANGING NOOSE-LIGATURE "When all usefulness is over, when one is assured of an unavoidable and imminent death, it is the simplest of human rights to choose a quick and easy death in place of a slow and horrible one. Goodbye, my friend, goodbye, my love, you are in my heart. It was preordained we should part, and be reunited by and by. Goodbye: no handshake to endure. Let's have no sadness -- furrowed brow. There's nothing new in dying now though living is no newer. I must end it. There's no hope left. I'll be at peace. No one had anything to do with this. My decision totally .’’ You draft a note with your own blood and stuff it into your pants visibly pooping out. It is the last time you are putting your poetic prowess and deep view of life in use before your asphyxiation.  You in your dreams imagined entering into a forest (for whatever reasons you may be there for-apart from defecation), and found a rotting piece of human arm dragged by a hyena from th...

A Packed African classroom-photo courtesy     There is no business as profitable as the business of selling fear. And if there was a mogul merchant in this trade was our class six prefect. The prefects-I only realized later they are also called monitors- were the most feared in our school after Woti- the headmaster. The deputy was equally feared until one day he soiled his pants after an agitated mzee wielding a machete stormed his office protesting the whipping of his son. He drew back his claws until he was later transferred for allegedly pinching a pupil inappropriately. There therefore were only two groups of people in our school, prefects and others. You qualified to be others if you weren't the teachers favorite, the tallest, the brightest or fell below  any other criteria used for prefects selection. Our school was not the type you get their coordinates from a single click on the google search tab. In fact , i f you wanted a glimpse into Africa’...