Infuse your life with action. 

Don’t wait for it to happen. 

Make it happen. 

Make your own future. 

Make your own hope. 

Make your own love. 

And whatever your beliefs, 

honor your creator, 

not by passively waiting for grace to come down from upon high, 

but by doing what you can to make grace happen… 


right now, 

right down here on Earth.


Last Coffee Date.

We had been dating for 11 full months. This last date was to be a celebration of our first anniversary. 

We had our favourite coffee shop. One that we had settled on after the first seven coffee dates at four different coffee shops. The first one was too expensive for us. The second one….poor sanitation. The third one’s coffee tasted like shit. The fourth one. Well, the fourth one…my lunatic ex worked there. 

Every Saturday evenings were meant for coffee dates. No matter what, we had to show up for the date. Even if we had had arguments over the week. It was actually the best way to redeem ourselves. To forgive ourselves. To kiss our differences away. 

Today was to be different being that it was to mark our 12th month of love. I proposed that we had our date at the first Coffee shop. Yes. The expensive one. And you refused. You said you had fallen in love with the other one.

Today you were early. Unusual. And you were wearing the dress I bought you as a present on your birthday. Sweet. Too bad I had already decided this would be the last Coffee date. 

To The One I Love.

Hi love, 

It is me. Yes, it’s me. The boy who is crazy about you. The one that thinks about you every single day. It is me honey. The one who is madly in love with you. I am the one writing you this letter. I know you might wanna know why I had to write you this letter on a public-online site and not on a private system like email or through old fashioned method, the physical mailing system. Well, I also wanted to let my internet-made friends know about what you have done to me. 

The best love is the kind that awakens the soul; that makes us reach for more, that plants the fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds. That’s what I hope to give you forever.

I am writing you this letter to tell you how much you mean to me, and to thank you for coming into my life. You are something I never thought could exist for me. You are the best thing that has ever happened in my life, and I don’t regret telling you how I feel.
From the very first time I talked to you, I knew there was something so “true” in this person sitting in front of me that I didn’t have to act like a higher class version of me. I could be the true me.

Others might look at our relationship and laugh at me to be so shallow when I admit 2 times of face-to-face meetings in 3 months are the evidence of real love. But they know nothing. They know nothing about my past. They know nothing about my journey of finding true love that in the end turned out to be the game of playing catch. So they know nothing about how I feel about you, about how you make me feel. They totally know nothing. 

I know this may not get to depict everything I want to tell you, but I hope this will unveil to you the little things I want to thank you for.

I am clearly charmed by you, and even for five wonderful years you continue to sweep me off my feet and remind me how incredible life has become since you’ve become part of it.

I want you to know that I continuously feel blessed and that I have nothing else to ask for, but for you to continue to be healthy because I would love to spend all my years with you.

I want to thank you for telling me I am wrong when I need it the most, for reminding me that I am just human, and for allowing me to make my own mistakes and letting me learn from them.

Thank you for allowing me to be myself. Despite of the years we’ve been together, you’ve never tried to dictate on how I should live, nor did you try to mold me into someone else.

Thank you for appreciating who I am and for respecting me throughout this relationship.

Thank you for letting me grow and for letting me experience life. You have taught me how to value ourselves in the process of learning to appreciate each other. Thank you.

Thank you for loving me despite all my imperfections, despite the little quirks you hate about me, despite the smell of my fart, despite my morning breath, despite the fact that I talk too much.

Thank you for sharing your time with me, for allowing me to see you at your most vulnerable, for letting me see you cry, and for giving me the chance to listen to your thoughts.

Thank you for being my strength, for being my light, and most of all for being my rock.

You are my obelisk. 

I want you to know that there are countless of reasons why I should thank you. But most of all, I want to thank you for loving me unconditionally, for loving me continuously, even during bad days.

I want you to know that I love you as much as you do, through all the days, the challenges, and the ups and downs.

I love you. 

Yours in love. 

Campus Love Story: Part 1


“Jesse , you know I love you.”  Christina replied. But how could Jesse trust the girl who had broken his heart over and over again? He didn’t say anything. He got up from his bed and went to the window. He looked out the window. The sky was tar- black and the large clouds were moving towards him. He heard a tapping on the window
and then it became a pitter-patter. People ran for cover outside and umbrellas were opened as the clouds spat out their beads of water. Puddles began plinking as the rainfall became heavier. The roofs danced with spray and He could hear the murmuring of the
rain through the window. It sounded like the buzzing of angry bees.

“What they are saying about me is not true.” Christina burst out into tears. ” I… I… I love you Jesse and I would never do such a thing to you.” Tears rolled down her cheeks. Her voice was trembling. Jesse, six feet tall, and heavily muscled. He had short black hair that matched with his deep black eyes. His skin. Dark. His face was set into a scowl, clearly annoyed by her defiance. His shoulders were stiff and Christina could tell his muscles were coiled and ready to spring. He was ready for a hunt. He was ready for a fight. And he was ready for blood to be spilled. He kept his hands in the pockets still looking out the window and never spoke.

The two had met two years ago. Jesse was running down the stairs when he bumped into her. He had gone to the ladies’ hostel to pick up his book from a course mate. Christina was on her way up the stairs when the hurrying Jesse slightly knocked down her books. They both said sorry at the same time and went down to pick up the books. They both reached for the same book. Their hands touched. Their eyes met and without saying a word, a union was created. Love. She pulled out hersRead More »

The Little Things I Did For Love.

I chose to go down with you,
To the valley of love,
Where we’d both relax,
In one another’s arms.

I chose to fly with you,
To the mountain top,
Where we’d get help from above,
To live forever in love.

I chose to sail with you,
To the island of romance,
Where there are no inhabitants,
Except you and I.

I chose to swim with you,
In the stream of emotion,
Where we’d never be afraid,
Of the flowing force of the river.

I chose to cruise with you,
In the vessel of joy,
To a place reserved for us,
Where we’d never be disturbed.

I chose to travel with you,
To the land of peace,
Where there is no today or tomorrow,
But our heartbeats count the days.


Ngrrrrrrrrr…. Ngrrrrrrrrr…. Ngrrrrrrrrr. My phone rings. It’s 5.22 in the morning. I’m not used to receiving calls this early in the morning. I only get to receive calls like this once in a while. Like when bae wants to wish me success in my exams or when my friend, Dickson,  needs my help with his computer. He is analog but very intelligent. Or,  when my mum and dad want to say happy birthday to me or remind me to go to church. This morning it’s not bae calling. Neither is it Dickson nor mum and dad. It’s not even our class representative. It’s my ex.

“Hello, is this Patrick? ” a sharp female voice from the other side of the phone asked. ” Yes, I’m Patrick, ” I replied with a fainting voice. If you could be next  to me at that time, you could have noticed that I was nervous. Nervous about the whole thing. I mean, a phone call that very early in the morning and to make life more complex, a lady’s voice on the other side of the phone.” This is Sasha speaking. How have you been? ” She continued. I sucked in a shaky breath, feeling my throat constrict. Panic rose like bile in my body. I suddenly didn’t know how to speak. Or walk. I just sat on the edge of the bed blankly, staring up at the terror before me. My palms were clammy, and it was all I could do not to knot my fingers together. “Good. And you, how have you been?” I managed, the words rolling out of my mouth like tumbleweed. “I’ve been good.” She replied. Her clear voice pierced through my ears into my flesh. When did she wake up? Aren’t people supposed to be sleeping still? I wondered. I usually don’t wake up early. It’s my biggest strength. “Sorry for waking you up this early.” She continued. “I’m having my wedding ceremony tomorrow the 2nd of April. The ceremony will be at the Bahati Christian Church in Kitengela. I have been looking for your contacts since last month. I must say that you are really hard to find these days. You are invited.” tuuut. tuuut. tuuut. Call ended.

What? Invitation to a wedding ceremony? Tomorrow the 2nd of April? This can’t be true. I remembered. It was 1st of April. Fools’ Day. “This could be a prank.”  I said to myself. I had, the previous day, promised not to believe anyone on this day. Even when one told me I was handsome.  “… My wedding cerem…Bahati Christian Church… Invited…” I laid down on the bed with my eyes on the ceiling. It was really Sasha. That I believed. And the wedding thing was hard to believe. She sounded serious on the phone. Her voice was still the same. I wondered if anything about her had changed. It’s been four years since we last saw each other. The last time I saw her, her hair was a rich shade of mahogany. It flowed in waves to adorn her glowing,
porcelain-like skin. Her eyes, framed by long lashes, were a bright, emerald-green and seemed to brighten the world. A straight nose, full lips – she seemed the picture of perfection. Had she smiled, the
world would sigh with contentment. Had she laughed, the world would laugh with her. And had she wept, the whole world would want to comfort her. She was a masterpiece.

Memories about her continued to flow. We were young and happy together. We were in love. We were a clear example of a happy couple. The evening walks we had together. Our weekend afternoon  meetings at the river bank. Our late night phone calls. All these went into the bin. Why the hell did we break up? Fuck!! I couldn’t even be able to remember why we broke up. Crazy. We lost touch. I heard after two months that she got a scholarship to one of the universities in South Africa. I indulged myself to achieving my goals in life. She never crossed my mind. Perhaps it was because I was ever busy. Four years down the line and now she is back. Getting married. And she is giving me the news on a fools’ day. “I’m not going to be your fool today young lady.” That was the pride in me talking. We dated for three years and never did she play a prank on me even a single day. One reason to believe her. She was very serious with everything she said. Another reason to believe her. Who would joke about marriage to his or her ex when everyone wants to let their ex know they are doing well? There can never be any other reason stronger than that. I believed her.

Well, it happened that I was in Nairobi for a weekend. I have been to Kitengela and knew exactly where Bahati Christian Church was. 2nd April was on a Sunday and therefore I had no excuse for not attending the wedding. In the morning of the wedding day, I wanted to make a phone call to her to confirm if all she told me the previous day was true but my sixth sense told me not to. I prepared myself and left for the wedding. I decided to dress as simple as possible. I wore a pair of navy blue  khaki pants, short sleeves shirt and a pair of loafers. I was still not sure if the whole thing was a prank or not. I decided to go anyway. I had nothing to lose.

“SASHA AVILA WEDS TIMOTHY MUNGO. ” It wasn’t a prank. The banner at the Church’s gate said it all. She was really getting married. I was right on time. The ceremony was about to kick off. The compound was busy. People finding places to park their cars. Kids running up and down. Smiling faces all over. Some walking in pairs. Others in a group of three to five. Only a few were in casual wear. I was able to count them. They were three. The Dee Jay, the camera man and I. I walked into the church and found a place to sit. After a few minutes, a pretty girl came and sat next to me because the venue was almost full and the
sit next to me was one of the few ones available. After a few minutes of silence, she spoke, “Are you from around here? I’ve never seen you before” I swear she spoke like Lilian Muli, only that her voice had more soprano to it, making her sound more sexy. “No I am actually from Nakuru,” I answered with a smile “Nice. I love people from Nakuru, even though I have
never talked to one before. I am Grace. But you can call me Natasha. I like that more. I am a student at USIU. ” She was already giving out too much information but it was okay. Too much info
always means that a girl is interested in you. “I’m Patrick. Nice to meet you Natasha.”

Our conversation picked up pretty well from there even though it was difficult for me to be a good boy and keep my eyes off her cleavage
and thighs, She was such a hottie. I swear she must have noticed my maneuvering eyes. We talked for almost an hour before the service started. At the alter was the groom. Dressed in white. About 5’9” tall. His best man was a bit taller than him. The master of ceremony announced the arrival of the bride. Everything was beginning to become a reality to me. She wasn’t joking about this. She meant it. About four years ago, she described to me how she would want her wedding to be. The color. The decorations. The gown. The song to be played as she walked down the aisle. Everything was as she had described to me four years ago. This was her dream wedding. “Patrick. Patrick. Are you okay?”  Natasha brought me back to the present world. “Yes,  I’m fine.”  I smiled. She must have noticed that I was lost in my thoughts. Sasha was being accompanied by her mum and dad. She looked nervous. I could tell that. I looked at the bride up front and he was really happy. Well,  she made it to the man of his life and it was now time for other church activities before they exchanged vows.

Natasha pulled out her Samsung Galaxy S7, looked at something on the screen and then asked me what time it was. It was already 12.30pm and she couldn’t believe it. “My favorite segment is over and I’d like to leave now,”  she declared. She told me she enjoyed seeing the bride cover a distance less than one hundred and fifty in more than ten minutes. “I’m leaving too. I’m feeling a headache.” I lied. Natasha sympathized with me and suggested that we go to her place which was around five minutes walk. “My place is just around and I have pain killers at my place. Let me help you.” She said. Hehe jackpot….

Until next time. bye.