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Another Gem of a piece from my friend Fred Geke .  During my primary school days, being caned was a ritual of sorts that had to happen daily. Every time we did something wrong or failed to do something, we were summarily caned. If neither happened, some teacher would come up with something that would justify a few lashes. We were caned individually, and we were caned in groups. We were caned on the buttocks and on the palms of our hands. When the teachers got tired caning us, they got us to cane one another. And we all accepted this as a reasonable part of the learning process. One day during evening parade, the teacher on duty randomly summoned a bunch of us to the centre of the parade ground and commanded us to lie down. He went on to administer a thorough beating. In the course of the beating, a fountain pen I had in my back pocket broke in half and spilled its contents, staining my shorts. As soon as we were dismissed, my step-sister – on seeing that ink sta

Jo sat at the corner of her room on the rug. Her hand held a warm cup of soup. Chicken soup precisely. She couldn't remember when she'd last had chicken soup, let alone enjoy it. It was something she'd read somewhere, readers digest maybe? That chicken soup is good for your soul. It helps wave off the blues of life, which can be overbearing for some. And for Jo, blues never trickled on her soul, they poured in torrents. Heavy, dark and unrelenting emotional storm torrents. The weather was rainy, cold, and grey. She was home for a couple of days on leave, and had decided to take things slow. The wind blew softly as her curtains gently swayed, belieing the waves of emotions she felt. somehow, she couldn't shake Jimmy's fingers of her mind, and the soft falling rain in the evening only kept the memories refreshed like the smell of rain on earth permeating her flat. Jimmy had touched her. It wasn't anything dramatic or overt. He'd simply brushed himself aga

Fred and I worked together for a number of years as pastors. I love his work and family. Plus he has the heart of a true pastor. He is a published author with some good books out there, and a blog too, from which this post is taken. I hope you are as provoked by this piece as much as I was. You can always head to his blog for more. Enjoy the read They remain the most terrifying nights of my childhood years. We would be jolted out of our sleep by screams and traditional distress calls indicating that a family in the community had been attacked and their livestock stolen. The rest of the community would join in amplifying the distress calls. The cacophony would last anything from two to four hours. As the women kept the alarm bells ringing, the men would group and pursue the raiders. Sometimes they would recover the stolen animals but mostly they didn’t. When a homestead was attacked, there was little a family could do to repel the raiders; they were outnumbered and out-armed. Any atte

Women, like cats, of course want attention. They desire to be noticed, they almost seem to revel in it. There are two categories of men, those that know this and how to use it, and well, the rest. It’s sorta like wealthy folk and the rest of mankind. See if you have 2 of anything, you’re rich. But wealth? That’s different. Wealth and rich are very different. It's two worlds, found both in the mind, and the heart. For starters, wealthy people know what they can do, rich folk know and care about what they want. Their two world views are totally different. For example, Kobe Bryant is rich, but the man that signs his check is wealthy. He yanks the chain however he wants, and has the green to back up his whims. Back to   felines  women, the attention thingie doesn't go away. It's hard coded in them. From the moment Johnny Bravo Adam woke up and mumbled 'Oh mama',  Men have always noticed women. And women DO want to be noticed. I'm not God, so i'm gonna ste

1. If you're too open minded, your brains will fall out. 2. Age is a very high price to pay for maturity. 3. Going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than going to a garage makes you a mechanic. 4. Artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity. 5. If you must choose between two evils, pick the one you've never tried before. 6. My idea of housework is to sweep the room with a glance. 7. Not one shred of evidence supports the notion that life is serious. 8. It is easier to get forgiveness than permission. 9. For every action, there is an equal and opposite government program. 10. If you look like your passport picture, you probably need the trip. 11. Bills travel through the mail at twice the speed of checks. 12. A conscience is what hurts when all your other parts feel so good. 13. Eat well, stay fit, die anyway. 14. Men are from earth. Women are from earth. Deal with it. 15. No husband has ever been shot while doing t

I have low tolerance for bad behavior. Maybe its because was beat up as a kid. By my mom. The woman never, ever entertained rudeness, bad mouthing or talking back. Not once, not ever. You did that and you would have no reason to ever do that again. Even my friend from next door was not exempt. If he came hanging out and wanted to be in good books with mama, he had to act right. It was so funny seeing the neighborhood 'first body' looking all sheepish and squirmish at the sight of my ma'. Always gave me ammunition next time i needed to insult him. And I did. Nobody misbehaved when they came to my mama's house. She could slap the black off a Nubian in a jiff, and i mean, old school, you-better-be-near-something-to-hang-on-to kind of smack. Yaani, even if you were all testosteroned up and stuff. Bilaz! She had the hand to reboot sanity. Pap. Like the time my sister thought it was ok to hang out with her friends and come home after dark. Woi! Amazingly, she would smack

So i don't know the guy that wrote this, ok, maybe a little. He is a friend of mine, and a good writer. I like this post and so decided to upload it here. It's the first guest post so, ya'll need to act enthusiastic on this friend of mine, i'm not sure what benefits he accords me... Anyways, here goes: I usually walk into the house on most evenings just in time to dig into the night’s culinary cuisine. My timing is so impeccable, on more than one occasion I have strolled in mouthing the word “Amen!” in unison with everyone else. Sadly, no one in my house appreciates an awesome entry so as I stand there basking in dramatic entrance glory, I only get awkward silence (I take it as applause…but it kinda like looks positive criticism…which makes no sense at all, coz it’s either positive or it’s criticism, right?) and a searing glance from Mr. Kuyoh wondering if what I claim to do is really why I leave the house every morning. Joke’s on them. Next week I’ll ha

Men do change. Obviously. They become fat after marriage. For the most part. Even then, Wardrobe changes are not the only big things that happen after tying the knot. Oh, and i'm not sanctioning overeating and poor dieting among men. It doesn't help that when this happens, one enters the league of 'able men', according to some shagz mudu. The fact that just because you look like a Roto water tank will open amazing doors for you compounds men's woes. More so when you are home for Christmas. You suddenly become the go to man. The 'made' man. Don't mind the fact that you may die tomorrow because all your arteries are cholesterol clogged. Nonetheless fat fathers have something else that trip up their hearts. In their endeavors to be good men that fulfill their life's responsibilities, they sire daughters. Now there is nothing wrong with that. In facts it's to be commended. Every man loves his daughters. The are cute, they are tender, they are v