Mysty Shla

24 hours prior to the New Year, I was lounging infront of the tele. Douglas of record TV was hosting a bunch of “never seen or heard before” kids whose musical background ends at some God forsaken studio. I muted the sound to save my ears from their unrealistic conversation mbu Bebe Cool should charge the same amount of money like P Square or Movado because according to them, he can pull the same numbers for a show, yeah right! I snorted. Anyways that was the least of my worries since I had a real problem at hand to deal with; finding plot that will get me through to a fresh year i.e not from home. Brokenness had successfully denied me anything money related so my options narrowed down to free entry places. Church was number one on that list followed by house parties; I settled for church given the distance of the venue and company; Kololo was the perfect place to enjoy the battle of fireworks across the city skyline. Before you judge me for having the lousiest reasons to atte...

Once upon a time in a certain small village lived a young boy called Olara, he had big dreams and didn’t mind sharing them with whoever cared enough to listen. Olara’s big dream was to travel to a distant land called FREEDOM, he’d had stories about this place and vowed to reach there one day. Olara worked hard and saved some money to buy a special material called a KITENGE which he took to the village tailor, he wanted to look his best when he got to the land of FREEDOM. This young boy came from a fairly wealthy family and his Dad owned the only car in the village however, he refused to grant his son the car to take him to the land of FREEDOM so poor Olara had to device a new plan to get him there. He decided that on Monday or Thursday which happened to be market days in his village, he’d walk all the way to the land of FREEDOM. Soon rumors started circulating in the village about Olara’s intention to walk all the way to the land of FREEDOM. Some sympathized with him while others l...

Being a scoobie is a cool thing (someone just threw a tomato to my face) banange! Ok let me rephrase that, it’s cool without the limitations i.e the rules. By the way those readers who don't fall under generation X, or the Dot Com era the word “scoobie” loosely translates to school kids. Presenting the things that kill the whole fun side of being a scoobie; You're opinions don't matter whatsoever As a scoobie you're convinced you know what's best for you i.e a mohawk, low cuts, skinnies, and by all means you know you're the definition of swag but every time you try to put this point across to people older than you, it’s received with lots of negativity like they're hating on you or something. None of them cares about your beautiful swagnificent theory. Parental guidance is on everything Starting with what you watch, what you listen to, where you go and the list goes on. Everything you do has to be approved something that never happens, so you r...