Is Miguna telling the Truth?

I finding it hard keeping a journal, but once in a while, I write the happenings in my life when I see some beauty in it. So this week started on a high. The kind of feeling you get when you finally gather enough courage to talk to a crush. How did I end up having all these three charmed ones in a span of an unexpexted moment? Let’s just say that I grasp at every opportunity that comes by.

In other news, after Miguna Miguna (a former chief adviser of Kenya’s Prime Minister who got sacked and later emerged with a book portraying the Prime Minister as a scandalous leader who can’t be trusted to hold the President’s Office come the next general election) launched his long said book ‘Peeling Back the Mask’, it has turn out to be the trending topic on social sites. The citizens’ reaction towards this topic has heated up as many seek to know the truth. As we all know, there are always three sides of a story, side A, side B and the Truth. I haven’t dug up to come up with enough information to be able to say that the allegations made by the author, Miguna Miguna, are true. Neither am I in a position to say that its all a bunch of lies with the motive of revenge.

However, the scenario calls for criticism. Questions are being raised and Miguna Miguna better be ready with answers when he sets foot on Kenyan soil. Apparently he flew to Canada with his family shortly after the launch of his book. Though many said that he was seeking refuge, he over ruled their judgement and said that he will be back the following month.

Miguna Miguna at the launch of his book “Peeling Back The Mask” in Nairobi.

With the police on his tail and the nation on his neck, then there would be one way for him to get through all this. This is telling the TRUTH. If you happen to be reading this Miguna Miguna, all I can say is that you already know what to do. Just let the people who are in the book who feel that the picture of them you drew in the book wasn’t true, be the first to throw a stone. If you are true to your words:

“Come Baby Come”

Don’t try to seize the truth.


By AnonymousDisguise.


The Power Within

Above every cloud of misery,

there are sun rays of happiness waiting to shine upon you

The least amount of faith one has,

could bring great hope to those who believe it’s true

Basic instincts create anxiety,

entangled in meaningless worries of  the future

Counterfeit articles of Love tips exist,

haphazardly, now more hearts have a puncture

Just like food so is Love,

every relationship has its recipe

No matter the number of visits you pay to a counselor,

you are the one to blow the whistle as the referee

Inner confidence is a master key,

which should never be mistaken to be over confidence

With it you could simply unlock,

that which you desire with minimal resistance

Honesty is challenging as you know,

so tread softly with utmost prudence as you keep watch

For if every failure was a stepping stone to success,

the greatest failures would  be the most successful match

Above all take heed of old-aged peoples’ word,

but take time to analyze them so as not to fall prey of lies

Truly, wisdom does not come by old age,

rather, its offered as a gift from our creator.


By AnonymousDisguise.








The Good Things

As I gazed into empty space pondering about you,
Amidst all things, came the good memories,
All created between the time I said ‘Hi’ till now
Against all odds, there were the good times,
Yes, unbelievably good moments they were indeed,
At first, doubts engulfed our innermost feelings
And the deepest part of our hearts
But it could not put to an end what was burning inside us,
A good risk it was, for none of us was certain of the future,
We trusted each other with our lives,
Yet, how the trust was earned is still a mystery
Could we have ever met before?
For trust takes time to be earned,
Abeit, I guess we were both worth for each other
And ever, since my heart has been beating differently
Just a few years with you, and it feels like we have been together,
Not for the time we have spent, but since I bade farewell to my mother’s womb
Another moment with you, is my everytime desire,
Simply coz at such times, tomorrow seems far,
How long was it before I met you?
Surely, the good things come to those who wait and You are a testimony.

…”An Encounter”…on Friday, the 13th…

So I was out of the house today by 6.00am. The weather was not the ‘rise and shine’ one. Got to town and decided to have some coffee to chase away the cold. Still in my hood, I could feel the cold penetrate through my fingers. In this case, I would normally buy gloves, but I didn’t have enough cash on me. Or should I say, my budget was tight at the moment. Clearly my agenda for the day was to make a stop at The University of Nairobi and the French Cultural Centre commonly known as ‘Alliance Française’.
My eagerness to join campus has not yet sparkled. I’m not in a hurry. Seriously, given a choice between books and something else that will lead to success, there’s no way I will choose the books. However, my ambitions for going down to South Africa and studying aviation are still en route. University is therefore, serving as a backup plan. My playlist in that chilly morning was fully Acapella. Yuh, I mean, I would not be jamming to Tiesto Club Mixx with that weather on such a morning.
After the coffee, I decide to walk to University of Nairobi through Koinange street as I carefully calculated my plan for crossing the university way. Alas! There is a Pedestrian Crossing. Whoever came up with the idea, hats off. That area could really use the help of one(if you have been there, you probably know why). The security check at the administration block just exposed ‘the spoilt’ kid I am. I just kept going back and forth. First my keys, then my first phone, then my second phone, then my ipod till Mrs Officer gave up. Up at the reception, I sat as awaited for someone to attend to me. Instead, the person in charge is busy giving her testimony to some guy. Tick! Tock! Time flies and she is done. But it was just because Eva made her cut the long story short. Oh, Eva! We just met today. Apparently, she does Geo- spatial Engineering, and she just offered a hand to help me go about the shortlisting. I guess my looks gave me credit. Thank God am a hottie! You don’t want to know the rest.
Fast forward to where I get to know that I got accepted to University of Nairobi. From there, I went to my former school, Alliance Française. Finally, I got proof to show that I studied French. I can speak French. Oui, je parle français. The rest of the day is a mystery!!! Should I remind you that today was Friday, the 13th.

Bummer! Bummer!

Heh, life right now is so full of itself. With all this time for myself, still got me thinking of the after life. When all your pals be busy moiling and toiling. Twitter conversations an facebook updates be almost null and one will rarely remember school mates.

Some people will say that, at such times, a lot of things will be dictating your life. One of them being marriage. At such times, it will be a ‘tough’ time for some people. At the moment, the ratio of men to women is 1:1 in Kenya(my home country). For those who fear rejection from the fairer sex, its high time that you took the bull by the horns. All I’m saying is that its better safe than to be sorry.

People may ask me why I’m bumming at home for this 2, 3, 4 months. I admit that it seems kinda pointless, but the simple answer to them be me asking them to look at their parents(an exception to the retired or unemployed ones).

This time of bumming is an important stage in life. Thats according to my observation. You all can bare witness to this. If missed, then the outcome can be worryin if not shocking. However, I must say that you must not do things that you will live to regret.

‘An idle mind is the devil’s workshop’

As I wind up, I would like to leave you with this;

‘Time well wasted, is never wasted.’

I leave it up to you now. Think over it and meditate upon it. Your comments be my inspiration.

What a Teenager

I woke up today and realised that God had done it again. He has been doing this for the past 17 years of my life. And I have learnt to start my day with Him and end with Him. You should also learn to do the same.
As a teenager, I still know that there is more to life than just what I have been living for the past years that I have been in this world. Nothing can be compared to God’s love. At least I know. Not even those that claim to love you can really fulfill their promises.

‘Promises are like babies. They are made easily yet so hard to deliver.’

I have found it fit to live by the day. I’m never worried of tomorrow for it shall take care of itself. However, I still wouldn’t share in Drake’s motto Y.O.L.O to justify my mistakes or rather my irresponsible behaviour as many do. We tend to deny what is termed as TRUTH as naked as it seems. We pamper ourselves with half-truths and come up with white lies. If you ask the old, they would tell you, that whatever they did as teens, is still as fresh as the leaf of the tree growing besides a stream.
Sometimes I just want to live the moment but I remember that its better to live both the moment and the future. Something most people in relationships hope for.
And with Camp Mulla being nominated to BET Awards 2012, it got many teens thinking when is their successful moment dawning on them. Here is something that got me chilled out;

‘Don’t be jealous of other people’s success, their today is your tomorrow’

This is part 1 of my perspective of being a teenager. If you read this, please feel free to share it to any teenager. Please like, tweet and share. If I’m not asking much, please leave a comment, and follow my blog for upcoming posts.

‘Encouragement is a word or two, but the change it brings is enormous’


Sudan Revolts

“An oppressed people
are authorised
whenever they can,
to rise and break
their fetters ” ~Henry
I will make this very
simple. Please read on.
If you have been on
twitter recently or
FaceBook, there’s a (not
so) popular hashtag
#SudanRevolts that’s
been going round. After
23years of oppression
and Human rights
violation, the people of
Sudan have decided to
stand up against the
dictatorial Regime of
President Omar El Bashir
that’s committed mass
atrocities. In the past
three weeks there have
been protests in the
country. Friday the 30th
of June 2012 saw a
great number of
women, men, students
among others take the
streets of Sudan
chanting “Al Shaab Yurid
Inzgat Al Nuzam”,
roughly translated as
“the people want the
fall of the regime”.
Protesters, activists
and journalists were
arrested (over 1000)
and the police were
This is not a new thing
when a revolution is
taking place, but this is:
“One of my web board
friends called me on
Sunday and informed
me that his son was
being held at one of the
police stations in Bahri
after being arrested at
last Friday’s protests. I
dropped everything and
went with him. I was
powerless, yet
compelled to go help get
him out and try to
figure out a solution to
the mess he was in.
The officer in charge
informed us that he,
along with the other
detainees, would be
transported shortly to a
Public Order court in
Bahri, near the national
cinema. So we headed
there, as did a large
number of family
members of other
detainees. We waited
for a while until a truck
arrived carrying around
120 people, all in their
twenties. Inside the
courthouse, 4 judges
were awaiting them.
We noticed a little boy
get off the truck – he
looked to be about 11
years old; he was
crying, and stumbling as
he walked. At first, we
assumed him to be ill.
A man asked him:
“What’s wrong with
you, boy?”
“The police arrested
me for no reason”
“What do you mean
they arrested you
for no reason?
Weren’t you at the
“I was on my way
from AlDuroshab on
my way to my
grandmother’s house
in Hillat Hamad when
they arrested me”
“Why are you
stumbling around
like that? Are you
“I’m hungry, i
haven’t had anything
to eat since Friday”
“They didn’t give you
“Who from your
family is here
“No one. My parents
think I’m in Hillat
Hamad, and my
grandmother didn’t
know i was coming,
so they weren’t
expecting me.”
My friend ran and got
him a sandwich from a
nearby shop. The man
who was asking him
the questions decided
to post bail for him and,
despite the judge’s
persistence, took him
home to his family. The
boy’s name is Hussam,
from alDoroshab, and
was born in 2001.”
Information retrieved
from here. I’m sure you
all agree that this is
completely outrageous.
Now although given the
facts, it is difficult for
media to cover the
#SudanRevolts from
the grounds, the people
in Sudan have been
putting up youtube
videos and tweeting
updates but it has not
gotten enough media
attention. I believe
media attention is what
my people need to be
able to take back their
country from this
bloody regime! This is
what I am asking you
to do, simply tweet all
the media houses that
you can think of(small
or big), the hashtag
“#SudanRevolts” or
post “Twitter:
#SudanRevolts” on their
Facebook walls or any
other sites to raise
awareness on the
Sudan Revolts. By doing,
this you will be
empowering the
protesters in Sudan as
they will get
international attention
and help bring to light
what they are currently
enduring, and hopefully
through that, they will
be successful in
overthrowing the
regime. On friday they
are planning a mass
protest and your
tweet/share could help
their cause succeed.
Thank you to every
single one of you who
will do this and kindly
share this post(spam
pages, spam inboxes – I
hate it too but
desperate times call for
desperate measures) or
simply copy paste the
above on your blog,
Facebook note,
websites, send
messages, emails and
anything else you can
think of. While the
media is busy covering
Tom Cruise’s divorce, a
whole nation is being
oppressed(no offence I
love Tom cruise, but
this is more urgent), so
let us change that.
Thank you once again.