Simu Ya ‘Elder’
Na Opere Nicholas

(Simu inaita. “Elder” anasafisha koo kabla mama hajaichukua)
MAMA:Haloo…unaniskia? Hujambo lakini?
ELDER: Mama hata sikusikii. Nasema jana najuzi na hata ile juzi ingine sijala kitu.
ELDER:Njaa mama, jana na juzi na hata ile juzi ingine sijatia kitu kinywani. Credo nipekopa.
MAMA:Njaa iko hata huku. Si ungekopa skuma badala ya “credo?”
ELDER:Nitumie credo.
MAMA:Eee, tumia tu.
ELDER:Nkt! Mama… nipe baba niongee naye.
BABA:Habari yako Opiyo? Ile loan ya HELB imekuja unitumie elfu moja niwalipe watu wakupalilia shamba?
MAMA:(Akizungumza kwa umbali) Mwambie kakaye mdogo hana kiatu.
ELDER: (Akipuuza usemi wa baba) Tafadhali baba, nisambazie hata mia mbili niweze kula leo na kesho.
BABA:Opiyo,maisha ni kuvumilia. Nunua hata mboga ya tano na nyanya ya tano.
ELDER:Hata napirate kwa rafiki, sijamaliza kulipa hela za nyumba.Nisaidieni.
BABA:Kupirate pia iko na pesa, bora usikamatwe. Kwani ile kazi ulikuwa ukifanya Radio Sayari uliipoteza?
ELDER:Ilikuwa attachment. Hainamalipo.
BABA:Mwanangu, malipo ni mbinguni.
ELDER:Wah! Nipe Kaka niongee naye.
KAKA:Hujambo ndugu? Unamalizal ini chuo?Sijamaliza ile sehemu ya nyumba yangu.Niokolee hata mabati tano.
ELDER:Eh! Sasa nitaongea  na nani?
KAKA:Ongea na Shosho.
ELDER:Nkt! Simaanishi hivyo!
SHOSHO:Bwanangu!Jirani yangu Ongoro jana aliacha ng’ombe, mbuzi na kondoowakavamia shamba langu la migomba. Unakuja lini unipeleke kwa chifu?
ELDER:Habari Shosho?
SHOSHO:Ni hayo tu, hayo tu bwanangu. Uniletee blanketi mpya.Ile yangu imekatika vipande viwili.
Asante sana!(Simu inakatika ghafla.Opiyo anabaki kinywa wazi.Hajui aseme nini.)
ELDER: ( Akijizungumzia) Kweli ukiyastaajabia ya mama, baba na hata kaka, utayasikia ya shosho.

The writer is a Kiswahili Editor with The Legacy



The Not So Honourable MPs
A famous dictum states that power corrupts and
absolute power corrupts absolutely. This has been a manifestation of the underworld behavior of our not-so-honorable members of the parliament. The dust has not settled yet on the contentious rejection of Dr Monica Juma as an appointee to the position of the secretary to the cabinet, the lawmakers again shunned policy issues and resorted to private lifestyle during the vetting of the leadership of the Central Bank of Kenya on Tuesday.

In a process that was expected to set the economical agenda for the country, probing the nominated
governor on his philosophies and beliefs, the members of the parliaments’ Finance, Trade and Planning
Committee resorted to seeking to know why nominee for the Central Bank’s governor, Dr Njoroge, was still single at 54 years of age.

One of the committee members even retorted that one of his colleagues had a single sister, insinuating that they had a catch for the nominee, hence the interest in his marital status. The lawmaker was even concerned by Mr. Njoroge’s lack of assests questioning whether he was reluctant to invest or was simply poor.

The gangland behavior the committee members gave an idea about during the interview has left so many Kenyans faulting themselves for the kind of leaders they put in the parliament to represent them. This manifestation has been coupled by other surprising shows, recently including the puzzling rejection of Dr Monica Juma.

The former permanent secretary to the interior ministry fell a victim of slighted MP’s revenge, after allegedly writing a letter to protest over the several trips the
lawmakers made to her office to influence government

appointments and promotions of civil servants. In
democratic nations and those that believe in
administrative principles, the infamous letter should have been considered as part of her credentials during the vetting.

However our MP’s have failed to show their integrity, ethics, professionalism during  such vetting, even
putting to question the composition of such
parliamentary committees. It would be prudent for such committees to be composed of professionals who would have the integrity to vet professionals and highly learned persons for various government
positions. The committees should be filled by
individuals with national interests at heart, sweeping personal interests under the carpet when it comes to issues touching on the citizens they represent.

Kenyans should use a better yardstick when electing people to positions of power, people who will excuse the august house of redundant chest thumping, tart
exchange of words, appalling sexual harassments of colleagues, recurrent fights and constant political party and supremacy battles.

It is important to note that nothing deters national growth more than vengeance and the continued thirst to be a conservative political leader.


Wisdom Of Lynching

In more than two events, stones have been most      precious comrades. Resultantly, stony feelings are all we have now; revenge, incitement, remorse, neurosis and regret.

Imagine for a moment, how great the feeling is, to have the power to do what you want. Wake up, make the kind of breakfast you like, decide whether the    lecturer should come or not. By snapping your fingers, your love comes trotting humbling mumbling ‘master’. The kind of power which when a thief is caught, you can assuage stones to sing the song of justice. You can inflict the highest and most acute agonizing pain to make them pay for their atrocious behavior. That only you can decide their fate.

How stupid it is, mundane and uninteresting to play God. The truth is, we have no idea what power is. By definition, it is the loss of electricity in Soweto, K, L and M. The accomplishment of getting ourselves a MUSO’s docket and clubs’ leadership seats, common and dreadfully boring dream of becoming the man of the house, the lady who will lead ‘chamas’, the richest man in the village, the first woman to become a      senator in your area. The reason why these dreams are    stupidly boring is because we have no idea what to do in the event of achieving them.

By lynching a thief, your laptop will not be brought back after they have died. There will be no sweet apologies. Psychological impulses of revenge will not be quenched permanently. All there will be are those moments of victory; shameful victory, a paining ember of anger and regret. That is when it dawns on you that matters have become worse than they were. Another burden of self-justification is on your shoulders.
We lynch all the time. Not with stones and running battles but with words, perception, stupidity and wrong judgment. You will be labelled as weak,
psychologically wanting, failure, complicated and an easily malleable character that can be bent to
everyone’s will. These are the kind of stones we throw at each other every day.

If you cannot give life, you have no authority
whatsoever to take it away. If you are not morally
upright, you have no right to judge other people’s ways. If you are of a particular tribe or religion, you have no mandate to judge another tribe or religion because you have no idea what it is like to be of that tribe or religion.

In conclusion, let us not end the lives of others with stones of perception. The lives of lynched martyrs…as for me I call them saints, they must not go in vain. How many have died for their sins…only these       precious souls. Just because of properties incomparable with their priceless lives. In every person there is good and bad, darkness and light. We must try to ignite flickers in people who are dimming and if not so, we will lynch one another till no one is left.
The writer is a Second Year in the School of


The Signs Of Ageing
By KAUMA Frank

It’s your time to speak and squeak
It’s your time to sip or drink with your beak
A political vulture, a goon to the peak
With ignorant excitement, to you all are weak
And when you rise to speak, the elders go sick

I was worst in my time, a young man’s search for fame
We hooted like hones, to the elders we were hard to tame
We opposed for the sake, just to be players in the game
Fast we were to speak; everyone to us was to blame
Shaggy hairs we kept, the bottles we drank to keep our flame
We thought ourselves the best, all was for our name

But nothing was to last, neither were we the first
All came to pass, old we grew too fast
The young men are at it again, our time to eat dust
They think us old, our mind never to trust
We speak of experience, they despise as past
Fine, it’s your time, but shall also come yours time to rust

One, two, three and four, that’s how fast we grow
And off the stage you will bow
A junior will mock your beards in their time to crow
Everyone with his time, be sure to taste the cow.

The Power of A Dream

When the young man from Vihiga County expressed his intentions to vie for the post of Director of Academics last academic year, very few comrades believed in his dreams. In fact, his approval ratings at the beginning of campaigns were low.

To those who gave him the benefit of doubt, all they could say was that time would tell.

Today, that humble man has proved the doubting ‘Thomases’ wrong and his approval ratings are possibly the highest among the other MUSO officials he was elected with.

He most likely is the ‘Erick Kinaga’ of the 29th SGC-the best performing Director of the previous Students’ Governing Council. The person is undoubtedly Edwin Gogo
His success has surprised many considering he took over office when a lot of students had issues with their HELB loans and the perennial missing marks.

The challenges looked insurmountable and the odds were obviously high. Amidst all that, Gogo managed to successfully sort out the issue about students’ loan.

Under his leadership, he ensured that the 2014/2015 academic year loans were disbursed on time and efficiently, and is focused to ensure that for the 2015/2016 is also handled in the same manner.

‘HELB’s next financial year begins in July and therefore comrades should check their accounts in mid July. I have realized some comrades applied for the fifth time which should only apply to the Engineering student. That is beyond my intervention but I talked to the HELB officials who assured me that for such cases, one has to talk to them at personal level.’ He says.

He takes pride too for managing to clear rumours about academic calendar. ‘I said comrades were to report back on 11th and it came to pass’

His leadership style has been people focused. He willingly and readily helped comrades who had financial issues sit their exams. Harambee’s were held to help the students who could not raise their fees. Students who also had problems with their green forms found help through him. An act that has never been witnessed from any the SGC directors in office.

School based organizations have been empowered under his tenure. Through Gogo’s intervention, ESA-Economics Students Association officials went to Nairobi to attend a business conference. Very soon, class reps will be getting small perks to cater for the airtime they use while coordinating classes.

The state of Lecture halls have also improved. LH1 is fitted with an operating PA system. All that is needed is the Class Rep’s signature at the Dean’s office.

Challenges have also come in equal measure. The number of students is high and therefore it’s not easy to sort out every comrade’s problems at a personal level. Balancing studies and serving the comrades is also a huge task to deal with.

‘I want to further my studies in the future. I want to be a Diplomat and therefore I will pursue a Masters Degree in International Relations’ he concludes.
By OGUTU gordon.


Edwin Gogo. The outgoing MUSO Director of Academics.



The night has fallen of upon the day. The earth’s arc of justice has divorced the heavens at the horizon. A valley has dug deep into the souls of the wise. A wise man, an African Socrates has vanished into the clouds. The David’s sling of justice has swirled towards a wrong direction and has landed on a wrong forehead. The curtains that blankets wisdom has rolled down on a soul so dear.

Mr. President, Mwalimu Florence Doghana, The African Socrates, The philosopher, the father of books and the guardian of knowledge, the custodian of Queens’s language, and the man with a light oratory tongue etched on a persuasive rhetoric voice. An icon of humility and another ardent believer in justice is today, lying helplessly inside the stinking basket of death!

Well, like a man shaped in the boldness of fatherhood I should have held my tears, but even if I do, they will never quench my thirst. My heart is bleeding with heretic questions, but the man I eulogize today was a God’s instrument who spoke the voice of the oppressed. Doghana, a disciple of Martin Luther Kings’ Christ, has been fished out of the temporary immortality of man.

I came to know of him when fate admitted me to Moi University. Young and willing to explore, I was fast in my attempts to identify with the university “head boy”. And so, on the second day after my admission while on an errand to acclimate myself with university paths, I saw the fable President. His head stood almost 6 feet four above his heels as he carefully made his steps towards the entrance to students’ centre. He was a simple man. He appeared meek and feeble until he stopped to address our anxious ears.

His greeting was a speech, an impromptu speech to freshmen who were anxious and hungry for social identity. He had his own way of sinking words into the souls of his audience. Normally, such platforms are characterized by unruly boys, some so impatient even to listen to themselves but Mr. President had his own way. He constantly referred to us as “children of God” and when he finally walked away from us, we were indeed convinced that our confusion was just for a time. “We would soon overcome”.

He was the people’s president indeed and my love for words would not allow me to be so far from him. From the very day I met him, I became a secret disciple of this Main Campus savior. I would attend any meeting that he was rumored to be part. His eloquence reminded me of Luther Kings. Like in any political ecosystem, he had his critics too, but they lasted just as long as he was willing to be silent. Once he raised his eyebrows to widen his mouth to spit words, lions would choose vegetables over antelopes. Though he was soft spoken, in his mind boiled a pot of insolence whose moisture could not spare the unjust.

The Doghana I knew was extremely difficult to offend but extremely easy to defend. Mr. President was almost a hermit. He had a lovely engagement with books, I mean good books. Often he would be barricaded within his rooms munching knowledge and suffocating himself in philosophy. This was a trait that earned him a few enemies.

A misunderstanding cropped in his council as the president of the union. Perceived to be quiescent, Mr. President always struggled not to be. His insolence and ebullience gave him a contradicting look. A possible cause for the disintegration within a council that harbored men and women of classified integrity. And on we matured in campus with Doghana as our president. Personally I held Doghana as a role model to my political aspirations in campus. And when his council was dissolved after being the longest serving chairman, Doghana left a champion. He had his failures but his strengths were much more conspicuous than his human errors.

After trailing his roots secretly to a point of maturity, my time to salvage him from the jaws of injustice came when he staged war with some egocentric woman in some department in the administration. I ardently and with all my knowledge stood by his view and when he finally exited after expulsion, Doghana was once again a darling to many who remained keen on his track.

That was a time with this great man, a teacher by both confession and profession. He was easy to admire but hard to understand. And when death finally talked to him, he turned against longevity that was my wish for him.

Mwalimu is dead. The grass will never know, the sea will never realize neither will the beast of the wilderness grin, but he has left an indelible mark upon the air. Silently, he has accepted the invitation to the council of heavens. Go well Mwalimu. Find peace as you sail past the sea of clouds. And as you enter the chariots, drop your rob for me, my African Socrates. Find shelter under the shade that Obillo Kobilo has built and when we finally meet, I will spend at your place before my own judgment day.

Go well brother.



Ebola is known to have spread from animals to humans according to the current research. It was recently presented in a new study as having originated from fruit eating bats to humans .It is one public heath catastrophe that has already cost more than 8,000 lives in West Africa ,let alone billion of us dollars that have been spent on the disease. New findings released recently during the Christmas season in the EMBO Molecular Medicine Journal reveal that the Ebola virus may have passed into its first human victim (a child) in Guinea from a small insect eating bat .

Other studies done in the past have also tried to look into the origin of the Ebola virus but have ended up with almost the same explanation.While this may appear like a subject for ongoing research, it still raises serious questions like; How safe are we with domestic and wild animals that are close to us?

What does the future hold in terms of health research and prevention for high risk counties, where bats and other animals are known to transmit viral diseases to humans are so prevalent?