DEWITTS BRYAN

Growing up my parents used to take me and my siblings out for a fun day. This happened almost every weekend especially after we had gone to church.  A lot of happy memories of my childhood were made here. As time went by, the sort of traditions slowly died and the outings reduced to almost twice or thrice a year. Today, I will tell you on what used to happen on such occasions. A typical day began with me being the first one to bathe because the order of showering always started from the youngest and ended with my father being the last one. This was an unspoken rule in our house. Being the first person to be clean, I would always have ample time to waste. Most of which was spent playing with my next door neighbors. By the time we were leaving the house, I was already dirty. I would have dust covering me from head to toe. This, in turn, always made my mum furious. She would later on place me in the kitchen sink and rewash me again. This time she would use cold water. That was not t...

DEAR KENYANS… Let us be mindful and be peaceful as we go into elections. Remember one thing: WE ARE ALL ONE . We are living in a country that is growing rapidly demographically and economically. A country that has produced wonderful people who have gone ahead to make the world a better. A country that has housed people of all walks of life and from all corners of the world. A country that is full of people with dreams and ambitions. A country that has claimed its place of possessing beauty. Let us now tarnish what we have worked so hard just because of delusions fueled by hate. It is during this time that we come together regardless of who we are voting for or where we come from and promote peace. We should not spread hate in the name of being patriotic. Love will never camouflage itself with hate. Let us practice peace with sincerity. The only way we will build the country is if we focus more on our similarities. The fact is that we are all the same similar since ...

Back in 2009, I was very ambitious and decided to start a magazine which is the only magazine that I have ever had. I was in  primary school  and I was not even part of the journalism club. The idea came about when I got a  spiral  notebook. The ones that roll over when you flip the page. In the notebook, I added pictures  that I cut out of newspapers and magazines and just wrote  little caption s  underneath  them . I  tried to make it sound like I am an experienced  journalist  who has been in the game for a long time . There was even a page  where  I drew models and my own celebrities caught in public. There was this celebrity that I made up and I  called her   Az  and she had been caught on camera somewhat bargaining the price of onions.  For the record, I didn’t know whether or not she was bargaining or just ask the price but I just decided to paint a different picture just like what some journalis...

I look up to nights like these where we speaks from our hearts  from expectations in our unfavorable future to our nightmares of our pasts. Nights like these when everything is still and our thoughts are screaming out loud  and emotion pour out. Nights like these we discover new things about each other and how we promise to love one another and more bonds are created in our heartfelt conversations

This is a continuation of a story that I posted yesterday. Read PART ONE  first… And so we headed down the veranda, turn left, through the door, walked straight, turn right and then left and up the stairs. By the time I was upstairs, I was out of breath.  The angry staring lady bumped into a lady who had worn a dark suit and cat-eye framed glasses. ANGRY STARING LADY: Sorry. Mrs. Maina. Mrs. Maina just stared at her angrily. Like the two had beef before. She looked at the broken heel and a wicked smile. MRS. MAINA:  the next time you don’t watch where you are going it will be your face that I break. (ANGRY STARING LADY scoffs) Do not give me attitude because I am going to--- Angry staring lady didn’t let her finish before she raised her hand quickly and answered a call that she was receiving while walking away. This caused Mrs. Maina to be angered. MRS. MAINA: I hope the call that you are getting is that your husband is leaving you for another woman. She ...

Adulting is inevit able and I have known that for the  long est  time possible . Ever since I turned ei ghteen some things changed. M y life being one of them. More than  a  week ago I took one big step into adultin g. (For some weird reason spell- check keeps autocorrecting it to adulating, which means to praise and  it’s  not that my skills are even worthy  of any form of  flattery) I opened my first bank account alone and the whole experience was worth sharing . First of all, I had  to be sure what I had to carry  so that I do not end up making unnecessary trips  back home because I am missing this or the bank needs that . I have this binder where I keep everything vital on me. From my birthday certificate to my resume  and  to my other certificates of which they are all photocopies. Just so you know the originals are somewhere safe. I  also carried my I D and my passport picture and other pictures that I took with...

I have been scared of writing for a long time. Most of which comes about with whether or not people will even like it or it will be just a waste of time. Time that I would be using to do something else ̶ which ends up with me spiraled in bed either sleeping or scrolling on my phone.  For the longest time possible, since the day I knew to hold a pen over a paper, I have always loved writing. When I was younger, around six years old, I would write stories on pieces of paper and then finish up by small illustrations and then I would give my mom who would read it and then ask me whether or not I am the one who wrote it. At around ten years of age, I wanted to write a novel. I wrote like three pages and then gave up because I was scared no one would like it. That is because most kids my age  then (and even now)  liked magazines and books with pictures.  I thought to myself no one would ever pay attention to this dump that I call a book.  Only one of my friends liked ...

A couple of songs that you might want to listen to during the month 1. Hard Feelings_Loveless - Lorde 2. Walls could talk - Halsey 3. Blow your mind (mwah) - Dua Lipa 4. Drew Barrymore - SZA 5. It's my party - Lesley Gore 6. Tossin' and turnin' - Bobby Lewis 7. Bel Air - Lana del Rey 8. Man in the mirror - Michael Jackson Have an amazing month!