Generation z

We are probably lost in views and likes these days. What happened to the innovative youths I met in science congress competitions back in secondary school? Today, all we want is to ask people to follow us on our social media handles, subscribe to our YouTube channels, like our contents… we forgot the easy ways of taking care of our balcony gardens, home backyard or even farms. We like it soft, we like to make noise on our keyboards. ‘’A youth with ideas, idle and has data bundles, very chaotic this one.’’

The internet is an incredible platform, very enlightening and actually a game changer for lack of a better word. The internet has since changed how we look at things or people, also the true appearance of the former and the latter. Myself cannot remember the last time I checked onto my Instagram page, not that I lack data bundles, the pressure that site brings is something else and with these times, I just don’t want to think of myself as a looser.

But that’s beside the point, this generation is one that has been swallowed by social media. The true identity of people has slowly been fading away in ‘clicks and taps.’ Today you would walk in a room and everyone is buried in their phones busy clicking and laughing at who knows what and who doesn’t, who has seen so and so do bla bla. Each moment we are out and about we encounter different characters immersed deeply in their cheap android phones, laughing annoyingly at posts. Today is Sunday, I know what some of my friends are wearing, where they are, who they are with, and what they are doing. Courtesy of social media.

The excitement that has come with this wave of views and likes is outrageous. I do think social media is a great platform, especially when used for convenient purpose. Come to think of it, since ‘memes’ were birthed, you can never drive home an important point, people of my generation will always find a way of seeing humour into it. Everything is just for laughs. Sad.

Apparently nowadays we do not even call to check on our friends, we believe when we view their status and know what is going on with them, it is enough, after all we only have data bundles and no airtime to call. People are suffering out here and faking it to the social media for likes. People only let you see what they want to be seen, a depressed generation with a messed up lifestyle trying to explain that they are okay when they truly are not.

Are we defined by the contents we post online? Is that our real image or just a cover to hide from our true selves? Some people have completely lost their identity and are now living under the online persona. Gives you reasons why most today can’t lift their heads off their phones because they have no life in the real world. The dressing code, lifestyle and looks are all but lies. Thanks to invention of photo filters, we even hide who we look like.

Thing is, the online world is fast substituting the real word. People are now living fantasies. Where is the sense? We have two groups of people in the online world; one that uses the online likes and views to get money and the other that uses money to gain likes and views. People eat pathetic meals to save money for online airtime and consequently lack sleep because someone did not view what they posted. Bro, stop being a daft and get a life.

There is more to life, life out of the phone. There are million books, unread and crying to be touched in bookshop and library shelves. We are so used to the smiling emoticons, ourselves we cannot even remember heartily laughing, as we daily express using those messaging emoticons. Get those earphones off your ear and listen to real conversations from strangers, feel the awesomeness of people around you.

Stop burying us in your own emotions, we also do have our own. Get off fantasy lifestyle in your head and face the real. Seeking validation and approval online is just but a sick livelihood. Step out of the phone and live. There is more to life, more to nature and more to what you can really invent.

Lynne

Life sometimes…

I have never been a special child; you see like those kids in kindergarten that the other kids and teachers like on a day one in school- those that stand to be the center piece of everything; when they aren’t around, then the event is not even complete- those that all the teachers make their favourite, and asks them to collect books instead of the class prefect? Those that everyone wants to get associated with at work.
I have never been that person, or at least I think.

The world is quite a mysterious place, there is how nature chooses people and sometimes it just leaves you out, just you.
And I know that’s unfair and discouraging. And sometimes we bomb our minds with lots of questions which most often do not have answers.

A few weekends ago, I met some two friends of mine, very bright chaps, very intelligent and all of it 😅. Well, since we left college, neither has been lucky enough to get something to stream in income in their lives.
One opted for boda boda- he’s from kakamega and you know those people with boda boda. I think their ancestors must have loved riding 😂 ( you Gerrit, if you don’t Gerrit forget about it)😂😂 He parks at the gates of the Mega Mall- ‘quickmart’ as known to Ingo people.

Well, you are probably wondering what the other does, he got a driving job with the Wasili cab company and he loves his job; you won’t know he’s a graduated civil engineer!
Well, my friend who rides boda boda is an economics major, graduated.
So, we get all excited meeting each other and laughing at every single said word.

I am not actually a funny person 😂 and if you find me one, then I force it. They did much of the talking. I love listening to people, I love learning how people see life. Ten minutes innit, we forgot that the menu had been dropped on our table. Btw, why do people even read menus? That thing would make me walk out of the cafeteria because the monies pasted for one meal there can feed me for two weeks, two good weeks in my bedsitter 😅… A cool kid in my contact info is actually not relating but we move.
So we order some chips kuku and fresh juice like the millennials we are. Ooh, we are at the famous Morgan’s coffee house.

The economics major guy, let’s call him Denis was the first to dig in his meal and then he cracks a joke about it.

“Napenda kuku lakini kuikula na chips is where I draw the line”

😂😂😂 We all laughed, I mean that was funny. Denis wanted ugali- which not available in this cafeteria. Then we tell him to go down to ‘Lucina’- a local joint in Town- and buy a take away ugali so that he can enjoy his meal. He chimes in with,

” but ata kuku yenyewe haina supu”

😂😂😂 I almost choked on my juice I swear. Denis is quite the guy😅. He always knows how to make people laugh and be happy. The other guy, Eduu, was not a so social person, but he tried, at least when with me. He also talked, one or two things. One thing about him, he never talks about himself, a very calm but crafty man. Life has made him that- crafty. We do alot of catching up and asking each other how life is and you don’t want to know that it turned out to be a whole therapy session.

After one hour and thirty minutes, Eduu said he needed to get back to work, so he switched on his work phone, to take orders from clients who wanted to be driven in all sorts of destinations. As he waited for one, he tells us about a client he had yesterday night who wanted to be dropped in some hotel in Ikonyero ( some kakamega names can send you to your graves😅) called Jamindas.

There was nothing fun about him, but the fact that he decided to start telling Eduu his life and how messed it was took him aback. He told us that he thought married people, more so of his age are people who had figured out life- but it was exactly the opposite. That man couldn’t stand his wife who is always talking- Isukha women will always talk😅 those ones will even beat you. Well back to the man, he then escaped home in the name of having to meet his friends over some business matter. So he didn’t have any mistress, or slay queen or whoever, he was just going to sleep in ridiculous hotel room.

I have had the taste of good hotels but also a ramshackle of it…I mean some hotels are ghetto; very small bathroom, a bar soap that is in funny shapes and no or almost some small pieces of tissue.
I honestly felt for this man.
Just when I wanted to ask Eduu if he got to ask him a few questions, his phone got a notification and it was a client in Golf hotel. He had to leave. And that was a huge suspense, but I hope that man gets the peace he needs.

So we sort the bill and I ask Denis to drop me to some place within town, upon which we leave Morgan’s.
My story will end here!😂😂.

Eduu and Denis are people in kakamega, please when you have to use bodaboda or Wasili cab, treat those people nice, Denis told me how some lady sneered at him today in the morning, and honestly that hurts! Let’s make life bearable for everyone!

Adios 😛😂

Lynne 😊

The village I hail!!

Been talking to a friend this afternoon, and the zig zag chat got me remembering something I said in 2017 that was in college….”when I get voting in 2022, I’ll be having a mini me crawling around”

I just realized how impossible it is to actualize this, also  kids mehn! (Ni babake hakuna)
Me in my 25th not bothered whatsoever, I am here manifesting a staycation, I just want to be the babygirl I am.

Or I just take myself to Kabondo, visit Oyugis quite often and admire the “Asante ya punda ni mateke” type of developments my governor prides in.

Kabondo is a good place, a place where sleeping in an empty stomach is close to impossible; we got “rabuon”- sweet potatoes in all corners of the homestead, guavas (this thing has no season in my village, it is always there) na ndizi from our Gusii neighbors.

Did I tell you guys I love south nyanza? I do, I am attached to it and sometimes I want to stay there forever lakini…臘‍♀️”tielo okia penjo yo” (the leg does not know how to ask for direction) *a luo proverb**she’d hum it in my ears to give me sense. 

Network here is unpredictable, today it’s full, tomorrow you have a phone with zero network bars; the Instagram and Twitter headache ends when I board ahero mowuok( shuttle sacco) at Kisumu.

The sound of River Sondu-Miriu is the serene sound you’d die for, cows mow from a distance, and their calves jumping all over, and the sheep? Dumb creatures those ones, moving around in groups shaking their tails.

✓Kinyozi music, they are always playing Lucky Dube, I never understood the reason why, and those poshomills …ugali must always be served.

Kabondo is a rich land, home of talents and away, elites, city lawyers (they ain’t like those from siaya though)
✓betrothing a nyar south is a spot on! They know their craft, and very confident.

I am going back to the village, to answer questions like “to tinde in kanye?” “Nisetieko school?” “To be iseyudo ng’ato omako Badi?” “Nyiew sot krismas”… endless
Loosely translated to ” where are you nowadays,did you finish school, have you found someone to hold your hands and buy us some Christmas soda”…

…it is always happiness and pure vibes with my home buddies, they believe if you work in town, you got moneyBut I hate answering such questions, I hate having random chats about myself, so I go home and stay in my father’s homestead and watch that solar 24″ TV with free to air channels until the day to go back to ‘town’..

Welcome to Kabondo you all, I have a good role model for a father, come say hi to him, he might gift you me, I am a whole package, and a man would be happy to have me next to them…come home for Papa’s blessings.
Happy holidays 

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