I would like to dedicate this post to budding and even accomplished writers.We all have a story to tell yet sometimes we miss an audience.Let the audience of Wazua be that platform that will listen,criticize,and encourage.

You never know,a wazua short story book might be in the offing.

Allow me to indulge you,

I woke up this morning,late as usual as i never heard the train that passes by my camp on its way to pick city dwellers.Maybe it was the rain pounding down the roof,or i was just tired.Sleep has a funny way of always being dificult to awaken out of,especially after a strenous monday.

All the same,in a span of twenty minutes,i was dressed to face the day.Tuesday are my favourite day of the week.People usually put on their best and give there all.Having spent the better part of the previous day wallowing in the emptiness of thoughts,and wishing a repeat of the weekend,Tuesday is a fresh beginning.So on this particular day i put on my best and swang my way to the bus stop.

They had repaired the rail track,i noticed.The other day the train missed its track and caused a snarl up on the nearby road.But given the speed of this particular train,it gradually and safely came to a standstill and nobody was hurt.Though i also think nobody was hurt becuase nobody was also in the train.People do not like travelling in darkness;and the only power on the train is to drive the engines.Lighting on the wagons,is just but a cool dream.

Today,a samaritan matatu 'flew' us to our destination.We did not complain even when we were dropped off two stops away from our usual destination.With fuel being as hard to get by as it is,we were more than happy to alight and walk the rest of the way,albeit having paid cheaper fare.I arrived,dustier than the rest...yet happy having saved that ten shillings.With a little brush that i keep on my desk,i have now became part of the office culture.

Not necessarily,the story gives a view of life from the author's perspective.In it,the reader gets to have a glimpse of the author's life,told from a single narrator point of view.

@bendi weka ingine ama maliza hii story!

@famooz you got a blog? What is the address ama ni top secret?

mahe.goat at yahoo period com

Trust me, you don wanna know!

Kwani hii blog iko na nini mpaka u-subscribe na e-mail? Kama ni hivyo wacha nikae na wanjohiblog

Famooz, Famooz, Famooz.

What is this power you weld over me?

You promise @Mpenzi a link yet I asked first.

Such is the pain that snakes through my veins caused by the unfamiliar drug that is envy.

Famooz, my delightful snowball, be so kind and let me have the link.... so that I may douse my wandering spirit in the pleasure that is the words created under your fingertips on the keyboard.

Please....

Haiya,

Over time i have come to realise that office politics are fueled by a desire to have a lunch mate,and i being one not so keen to feed a collegues stomach,always keeps aways from them.With computer keys tapping away and an occassional glimpse in the telephone screen,i while the day away,secretly hoping that the boss will not ask for the report he has been asking for the past two weeks.

Lunch comes and passes,and i was able to have a handful of groundnuts and dispenser water.It is not everyday that my teeth and stomach are treated to such a volumptous meal and i have to walk around to the toilet mirror to see if any nut peels are stuck on my canines.This,as i empty some of the contents of my bowels.Image is everything,you know.

I started taking ground nuts with the morning tea,and have now graduated to taking them as lunch and even for the afternoon tea after a doctor friend told me they contained all the nutreints of a balanced diet.Much to the chagrin of the office tea lady who realised i was even influencing other colleagues not to buy maandazi from her.

So much so that she seems to by pass my dirty cup on the desk while collecting from loyal customers.I even asked suggested that she diversifys to nduma and ngwace so as to attract more customers.Now as she doubles up as a cleaning lady,my working area has turned into living quaters for the local office cat.

Finally,the days activities grind to a halt.But not before i get the contact of one of the contractors fumigating our office.My camp,i realise has crawling residents that i need to rid it of.I hope this time,the pesticide will indeed kill.The cheap one i purchased from local shop had all the ingredients of a good cide except the killing effect.I could see floured cockroaches welcoming me home so many evenings after dusting the camp.

My grandmother once told me that a house without cockroaches is a farmished household.True,i hold the adage,yet i think it is time to rethink everytime i switch on the iron board and surprised roaches in their clans spring out.

hehehee i thought you were kidding! just write you address again :)