Rising Star

Anne toyed with the idea of skipping Belinda’s birthday party altogether but, on second thought, she decided to go. She did not want to upset her closest friend and besides, she had already promised her that she would attend. She dragged her tired body out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. Lately, her life seemed to have turned uneventful since she broke up with Frank six months ago. Just the passing thought of him made Anne’s heart wrench with pain. She had loved him so much and missed all they did together. For once in a very long time, as she sat in the bathtub, she allowed her mind to drift away to the very first time that they met. She had traveled to her rural home that weekend but on her way back she’d been stranded at the Old Taxi Park because there were no more vehicles going to Mukono. Though it was a bit late, vehicles usually commuted to and fro Mukono up to as late as midnight. So, when she alighted at the Park and realized that some of the vehicles had been...

  Miranda was an only child of a rich family. Her parents ensured that she had the best education could offer. She was not only beautiful but also intelligent. Money does not buy friends but it gets you a better class of enemies, so, Miranda knew no friends. She was called ‘the rich girl’ with so much contempt that sometimes she wished to disassociate herself from her wealthy background. To accomplish this, she refused to be dropped at and picked up from school, instead, she walked all the way to their posh house. But no matter how much she tried to show her schoolmates that she was not made of money, her attempts failed short. With time, though, she stopped craving for their company for there was Frank. They were in the same class but he did not ostracize her as others did. To say the least, he protected her from the sharp tongues of the schoolmates and made sure that she never missed company.   One event really endeared Frank to her, and which she remembered vividly, ...

I write this post in gratitude for the far I have come. I am grateful to God, my parents, my friends, my mentors and all the others who encouraged me in my First Year of my Masters. I did finally finish my first year and the feeling was quite exhilarating. I felt like screaming and jumping up for joy. Truly, hard work pays. When I started in October 2011, i knew it was going to be a tough journey. And it was. I almost gave up especially during the last months. But i survived by the grace of God. So, I am done with my first year. I am done with excessive traveling. Now to second year. I have been warned about research and fieldwork. To be truthful, i am not really looking forward to the whole research issues but I have to. In every year, I have people who encourage me and urge me to push forward. At this time, I am grateful to all those people who are up there in their professions, for constantly finding out how i am fairing on. For telling me to keep on working hard and telling m...

Dear Journal, the title of this post suggests just how tough this journey has gotten. It is also part of the reason you have not seen me here since February. I am left with one month to finish my class work but some how my brain and mind is on a strike mode. Dear Jounal, assignments and writing my research proposal is calling but i just can not seem to concentrate. Sometimes, my mind is torn between watching a movie, sleeping or working on my assignments.During such times, i ask my self why i decided to go back to school. May be i would have waited for one more year before doing this.  Was i ready enough? But this never used to happen while doing my undergraduate. A s a matter of fact, i was branded the class 'choppy' or bookworm because i would read and do my assignments with ease. Dear Journal, remember the travels i mentioned to and fro my work place to class? Oh my, they have become so tiring! For this one month, i will just be trudging on to the finish line. Any way, ...

Rising Star: Happy Sad Week: The Journal of a Working Masters S... : Dear Diary, The last week has been one of sorts. It felt almost like the universe had decided to work against me. I will talk of two thing...

Dear Diary, The last week has been one of sorts. It felt almost like the universe had decided to work against me. I will talk of two things: Examinations and Deaths. Dear Diary, since the year started i have lost several friends, a relative and acquaintances.  Never have i been devastated by the occurrence of events. It started with the killing of the hubby to my friend by Al Shabaab in Somalia. It was too painful because barely a month ago had i been a maid in their wedding. You can imagine the shock when i learnt of his death; they had barely lived as a married couple! And  then, Dear Diary, on a Friday that had gone so well and we were all looking forward to the weekend, i receive a message at 0100 a.m that a friend and a colleague whom we had been with during the day had passed on through a grisly road accident. I was truly devastated and that was a night of nightmares of sorts! Dear Diary, Oscar was just like me; shuttling to and from Kisumu to attend classes just l...

 Dear Diary, I am a perfectionist and when i set my might to do or achieve something, i really go for it. I always do not want to stumbling blocks to come my way. Do not get me wrong, though, i do welcome challenges because they teach me something new. Dear Diary, i have always loved reading. When i was young, i would read anything i would lay my hands on. The number of novels i have read are countless. My reading culture was a known fact starting from my primary school days up to my undergraduate. And it all paid because i always excelled. But, Dear Diary, reading has proved to be quite tiresome and tasking in my postgraduate. I can barely concentrate for thirty minutes. My mind is always on a multi-tasking mode; i want to read, watch a movie, visit friends, listen to music all at the same time. So, you can imagine, Dear Diary, how disappointed i was when, after trying my best to prepare for my first semester postgraduate examinations, it is postponed at the last minute. I was...