Beast with twelve tails reigns
 By JW Kuir Dut

A community dominates an estate. Its political organization is made up of elders without gray heads.
Socially, they are Christians with favoring, gossiping and corruption.
Their economic activities are out of cultivation and raring of animals. They are neither hunters nor gatherers. The community is ruled by a council with regard to pride and all sorts of brutes.

A beast with twelve tails conquered the estate. He decides so that instead of instilling peace he takes captured swords to the rival group friendly to him.
He puts his name on the forehead of his followers. The estate turns into his worship day and night.
The beast is the chief decision maker.
He is worshiped for rains and shine and remedy of disasters yet shameless with no solution to these problems
He causes problems in lieu of solving them and the community messes.

The beast is a dwarf extremely like a blood sucker female mosquito.
Favoring is his reign.
Whoever refuses baptism in his name faces torture till his swords are taken away from them leaving them in defeat so as to accept the beast and have his name on their foreheads.
The team makes childish decisions to divide the community instead of uniting it. Woes are made and cries of the suffering are thought to reach heaven someday.
“The community needs parity,” shouts the community expecting the blowing of the trumpet to end the reign of the beast.

Locusts which had first invaded this community in the name of saving humanity were to bite and no one to die. The beast and his tails betray the community like the beast invests in wisdom he is told by anyone they think they trust. Their internal cases are taken to be solved in presence of their potential thieves they guard themselves from. The community surely wants who can invest in wisdom from heaven and parity.
The population which got the name of the beast on the forehead accepted this due to fear of torture.
Whoever is favored by the beast pours libation while the righteous resent and live never to see him once the trumpet is blown.
The beast boasts leading to a speech of nonsense. No one could laugh avoiding heads chopped off.
The chief guard of the beast has four golden plates on his shoulders with pride, impersonation and threats written on his tongue.

When the beast stumbles, the tails slap their heads hard enough in unison to be heard by the beast.
When the beast roars, the followers cry to show respect they owe him.
They run their reign in the wrong direction.
The community remains with plaited horrors. None is sure of exactly when the trumpet will be blown.
They named the council to be ‘council of the community.’
The righteous believe when the trumpet is blown, the beast will sneak at the back door and will be called ‘door’ forever.
That will be the dawn of parity, the end of bad omens and jeopardy.
The reign seems endless but will end setting the community at liberty in the rightful hand.

The respectful Jame in the world of wrongs

Jame walked into a University for the first time. He didn’t look weird to do the opposite. His fun is unique though sometimes brought by abnormal respect for belongings of other people. His fear of being ashamed having done wrong lingered and spaced itself into his brain.

He looked out to prevent a mistake.

Shortly, he fetched an idea so respectful in his world of the respectful and innocent.

He dirtied the stairs outside the University entrance to the entrance where he subsequently removed his shoes and socks. Strange gazes weren’t his business. He doubted if he had done the right as he approached the receptionist naively bare footed with the intention of not dirtying the clean floor.

Forgetting even to see how other people did it, he thought he did his right.

The guard he fears wherever he goes and likely call warrior noticed this first.

His great output of laughter made him fart aloud.

He had shame to wear so he couldn’t help again.

Other learners who had seen this were laughing divided. Some at the guard, some at the boy flashed with filth outside University building by a street urchin and equally at Jame.

Jame thought they were laughing at the boy and the guard.

He had collected his form and departed uninformed a few minutes later.

Jame once saw a pickpocket pickpocketing his money. He mimicked and pondered over whether to say, “your hand is in my pocket, sir,” to be like he accused the person a thief as he would think or remain dumb till he removes his hand at will. Accidentally, he asked him in no preparedness, “Is your hand in my pocket unknowingly sir?”

“Oops sorry, I did unknowingly because this pastor is getting funnier after every hand kick of a clock,”said the polite thief. “So sorry for harassing you…… was not intentionally.”

These polite words nourished Jame’s nerves; the polite had stolen the money that politely and changed position that evening.

A few days later when he was in the bank to deposit his school fees in the account of the school having been granted admission, he was accompanied by a friend.

The patches on the floor decorated like human feet were evident. He jokingly followed them provoking humor in the bank.

From there Jame began doing things right after his friend advised. There was a round of applause.

As the story ended, Jame said wagging tail teasing first hand wrongdoer gets you the worst sooner. He advised when things are done wrong by another person, you should mind your business because yours is always underway at the specific time someone is wrong.

“The moment it comes, the moment you believe you are no Island,” he added.

The play earned the university the first position in inter-University drama competition.

Jame became the best actor.

He invested his will in drama till he featured in movies and was well off.

Owls have begun hooting at the day time

Owls are known for hooting at night, seldom at the day time.

Am astonished they have begun hooting at the day time.

Companion should be gold but choice of a golden companion is once in a decade because humans have traits not admirable.

I minimize talking and study you and once I see an extra-ordinary element making you renowned fool, I keep distance.

Traits of open abuse are the ones am talking about and those of going wrong expecting not to be told.

A fresh story comes in.

Three weeks ago, a law student greeted me, “Bilit,” that am foolish. I didn’t stop him either, I stared and he was foolish.

In such situations, fighting isn’t the solution, stare and the person becomes foolish at once.

It matters in life people should listen to themselves before speaking out a statement.

Having that judgment within makes you upright.

People are not known for abusing, you should know.

A Sudanese local artiste sings, “There are missionaries chosen by God and those of their own nature.”

I think he sings that way or may be we both should go and find that song, it has a message it communicates.

It’s said that monkey behind laughs at the tail of a monkey in front not knowing it has its own tail the worst of all.

Blow your trumpet at night because the biggest issue we should pray God for is that collar has begun strangling pastors.

I believe  we should ask God for those who go inciting the public and gossip because God must be serious this time round and may be why he gave us this chance of the continuity of the world for us to pray for our brothers and sisters, we can’t disown.

Culture of annoying, inciting, escalating and gossiping is evil and needs second baptism.

Listen to yourself first before speaking.

If you find the collar too tight because the neck is too narrow, better transfer it to the stomach because it won’t strangle you and you will live longer.

If hooting is your problem, hoot at night where you won’t wrong-foot anyone.

You will find out why you are advised to hoot there and it’s likely to help you adjust your tradition boring the public.

Depression and loneliness end when ends meet at the end to reach joyous ends

ife maddens some, maims some, favors greed and greedy and the oppressive afflicting people like Santo.
His educational history dwindled to a halt when his old poor mother hardly paid his school fees.
Her farm could only produce groundnuts sold only to boost livelihood.
In spite of this evil, this boy developed energetic with a weighed determination majoring in whatever he had put his efforts into even stepping on sons of the wealthiest men in his country South Sudan.

He began boasting after his success in Secondary school where he scooped unexpected grade: “A” topping their school and district.
In the course of learning, he had bad attitude towards, “Ugali,” liked the most by his Kenyan mates.
His unproven deductions were: Ugali makes students dull not to pass their exams well.

“After eating Ugali you become tired and lazy, and fail to read,” he used to say.

Meanwhile, negativity was when he played with his age mates: they teased him.
His pointed hind head was compared with that of Kingfisher.

“Kingfisher, where is the road to Juba,” the boys used to say.

And when he turned to see who said and respond, it took him another that, “The Kingfisher has turned and shown the way.”

This was a belief in his Sudanese society that if you do so Kingfisher’s hind head will be the right direction to follow.

By then, it was a favorite head to boast for and in return admired by them who ignored and teased.

“This is the store of knowledge,” he blew his trumpet. “Those compact heads, stony heads give you failure.”

Indeed they failed and he didn’t.

Way to University was narrow. Santo was such an ignoramus fellow ignoring Universities in his nation, Sudan that one needs to study where they should get true education. Where corruption is trimmed and freedoms are all protected.
These deductions were from statements by his friend who said students in Southern Universities sleep on the floor and outside, army comrades studying occupy beds and houses. All to say about free Universities.

While he was told to join University in Kenya by a friend, he thought he would walk tall and aggravate hate and failures.
After the longest queue in the bank depositing money at the standard chartered, he successfully found himself in a University class.
His worries hoped to be bygone next on.

“When time comes for your success, fate frees you and follows you no more,” he quoted.

After all, the boy works as an engineer in Sudan currently financially stable having completed his course.
Origin and poverty, hatred and cruelty, depression and loneliness have ends when ends meet letting you meet ends in total joyous momentous ends.

 Socialization and being unblemished: boons for valentines trips

Socialization in travels is a boon. It had been offering me its first hand shamefully to say I have just realized this. Ninth February was the on set of my adventure to Nairobi. It must have been a sweet valentine’s trip. Late in preparations, there was a day. I hadn’t ironed, not got ticket, not an official permission from employers but I had a favour. I had a traveling document to get me moving. I struggled to only catch the wrong bus.

Well, I finally missed Dayah Express and got Eldoret Express, a bus to take me to Nairobi. “The bus goes to Nairobi express-not stopping,” said an administrator. It was a white lie the latter. We had reached Kitale at three after midnight. Those who knew climbed down; I warmed up with a chewing gum. The vehicle couldn’t go sooner. “Kong Kong,” was a knock. I threw my eyes onto the glass glaring at that Nubian I had socialized with since leaving Kakuma. If not boorish you won’t risk a boor, I tell you. I read his lips; my ears had not a single through the glass. I pushed it sideways to find out news somewhat sad or a goodie. “Passengers heading for Nairobi are in the next bus,” he spoke.

I felt sorry for the driver wasn’t ready to be sorry for me. “Give me your bags: Bring me mine,” said this social Nubian guy. It was done. Guys we were to stand in the vehicle. The bus was filled to its capacity. I felt hot. Passengers needed heat; I longed for cold. I was outnumbered. Standing: Imagine how tall you guess me right. It drove; I felt intestines mobile. Shakes, heat and crazy movements made me sick. I sat on the arm of the chair; stood to no solution at all. I could vomit water for I had not eaten anything. Just see: paying full fare to stand all the way and be sick. You can give it name.

Luck knocked on my door in Eldoret. I sat behind and began a go ahead chat with a gentleman whom I came to know being from Turkana. It wasn’t boring with this social figure. “Look,” he shouted. “That Somali old man’s sleeping for he drank water he bought on the way. I told that woman and she agreed that’s why she’s fine. I can’t buy water here. It has a lot of chemicals and these hawkers can fill these bottles and place seals to be like pure water. Buy from Kainuk back not beyond.” We laughed: interesting. He revealed that it’s because Dayah drivers are experts that they can drive from Kakuma to Nairobi. Eldoret Express drivers are changed due to the fact that one is specialized in driving from Kakuma to Kitale, the other from Kitale to Nairobi respectively. I changed seat in Nakuru placing me next to a Somali named Mohammed. “Where do you go mister?” asked I. “To Eastleigh,” he answered.  I begged him to not leave me. After tracing bus number nine which took us to Eastleigh, we descended opposite the eighth street. “This is where we go?” he said. The women who were with him nodded. “What’s your name?” “Abram,” said I. “I will find the seventh street and the lodging.” I gave a board of thanks and we diverged.

I tell you: the place was changed. Headaches kept my eyes zooming missing the lodging too closer. I could see the Mosque; I knew, buildings I knew but my mind was stirred. Sickly, I approached another Somali. “Will you show me lodging around here?” asked I.
 “Yes, come with me.” Believe me, I was that trailer. “This is where I wanted,” Shouted I. “Thanks so much.” An old administrator at the lodging was reluctant to give me the balance till the man was gone with thirty shillings he strongly wanted for the service insisting to return that evening. The fact that he liked Southern Sudanese was to let him get food as hungry as he was. “So you now are in peace?” it was funnier chat. We had chatted, so I was free minded when he had left for he seemed threat.
Eastleigh was boring without water. Showers were dry. I slept well phoning darling to be patient to meet the following day and present valentines gifts. The following day broke with drier showers. That couldn’t be a desperate move to avoid me attending a meeting I was invited into within the town, Nairobi. It was a call and a call in town till I felt soft hands behind me. “Hi,” said the voice. I turned and introduction brought name I was really in need of. We smiled, giggled and finally went to the meeting I attended for the first time. I was summoned by a friend, a social figure with forever living. I admired that meeting to meet new figures. By the time the meeting was over, I gave my presents and went back to Eastleigh with my luggage I had to take with me for security purpose, which were kept by that social figure.

I tell you I was totally broke. I had to embark on a journey the following day. I didn’t know the station or the city bus. Hassan admitted to take me. The thing was that I would buy him lunch and cover transport to town and back. It was sealed, a deal for if not done could have been grave. This way, we were in the station to board a Matatu he advised would take me faster. I secured the front seat. I gave money to this police man named Hassan to return.

Temptation came in. An aged lady sat closer to me. She wanted to travel past Nakuru that I would take her for being totally broke. “Take care,” said Hassan. “Take care of this child of mine,” he said to that lady too. I wasn’t entertained. She finally left asking, “Can I go to the house? What do you say? Which people do you help young man? In fact I heard about you. Do I go?”

“Yep,” said I.”You’re going to go.” Foolishly, she broke through. I got fresher air and bid Hassan farewell.  Cities are tempting in varying lengths. On the ride a foolish driver dodged other vehicles ignoring signboards advising on the dangers of calling while driving. It was done. Evening came and I was in Nakuru to meet a fight between two anonymous groups. I drew closer and stones flew closer to earn me one on the side. That was at the end of referendum celebrity for the positive outcome. It remains bad record for Nakuru to celebrate positive outcome with a fight. I moved away; then homed with the help of another figure. It was then that we left later for Eldoret to meet an encounter. It was Molo. Wind blew the sheet of the sign board into the vehicle nearly overturning. The shakes left the mirror of the Matatu with the number: KBC S49L broken as the vehicle stood still on its brakes. Good indeed we had belts tight and finally felt alive. The aftermath was arrival at Eldoret. Eight of these social figures who had settled my fare diffused into the crowd for cultural dance. Cold made me go home.

In conclusion, being unblemished gives first hand in travels.
Yes, if not brusque: your will stays cool for good health.

Black Messiah

Jangageer was a land far and wide where a child was born. He received a warm welcome with termite oil at dusk. Dark signified the bearer of the shield who would be known to none other than the inhabitants of the land. The child grew up under nobility as their noble King waited for sacrificial instructions from gods. They were reluctant. His dwelling was sacred, the house of the mighty one of Chiek who was Chiek like gods of Jangageer. His parents visited him yet none dined with him. His words were respected the words of the mighty one.
Once upon a time in his fifteenth age he sought permission from their noble King.
~ My noble King, he said. Knelt and skin covered his feet. Gods were silent respecting the words of the mighty one who prostrated respectfully.
~I need a walk eastwards, he asked, I see light every night so let me collect it for our good.
It was puzzling to the King before he made up his mind to call Oleere and all the elders. When the King ordered guards ran and as soon as the shadow moves they were displayed in  front. When the elders heard together with Oleere they agreed to let him go, so did the King.
Their King was not questioned in his reign. His subjects laughed loudly at the end of his speech as a sign of respect.

The following day, he would embark on a journey so he later climbed his horse and rode eastwards to see to that which had been disturbing him all nights. He wore leopard skin dirtified with termite oil.
Ten days were enough to finish his food. He switched to wild fruits. If he had been unlucky to get water, he drank urine.

One night while he had woke up on the branch of tree, he untied his horse. Their land was far behind and ahead he didn't know how sooner he would reach. He gave the little salt he had.
~Oh Joi, show me the way forward, he prayed, and let my horse graze. He went on the ride. Vegetation had changed. Reaching six o'clock was the time the horse stumbled, he fell off ; hurt. The horse ran back. He took a few minutes down and stood to walk forward. Lucky then, he heard a noisy sound ahead. He went closer hoping to find out who was there. He was a stranger cutting a tree with a noisy machine not even an axe. They met. He gathered strength to ask. " How can I help you?" said the stranger before he could.
They couldn't understand each other. They were dumb and deaf with their sign language. Three men who were guarding the stranger he met, were astonished about how they met.

As dark crept they got into a lorry to the family of that stranger, he came to know as Antipas. Antipas' father chased him out of his family and Antipas followed him. A stranger who has just known you to be friendly is better than that who had known you before. They lived that lonely life where whenever he felt like going back when the money was finished, Antipas had been getting money for their livelihood and to pay school fees meant for Chiek. Slowly by slowly Chiek came to know how to read and write. He had got revelations that education and the new religion Antipas kept on telling him were that light expected of him.

A few years later Abenego was ill. He was taken to various hospitals which could not help him at all. By the time Antipas came to know about it he let Chiek know it too. They then went to the hospital together but to make things good Chiek had to remain outside. Abenego blamed sickness on him as the causative for he had never been ill before Chiek arrived.
Antipas got symptoms as was the cause of their visit and they moved to the wild forest. In that forest they could not recognize anything, so Chiek urged they drove to their forest. It was easier then  for them to get the herb they wanted.

Chiek prepared the herb to be syrup like, bottled by Antipas and took it to the hospital. It was like the bottle was just opened when Antipas gave it to his Father so that he might not reject it. "Where did you get it?" Abenego asked first.
" From Eden mini clinic," he responded to his father.
" Eden mini clinic?" he asked doubting. " How effective will it be?"
Every one who was there wanted him to try taking it. Chiek was outside waiting. He began taking the drug which was properly filtered to look like it was from a chemist.

Days passed and Abenego got better and after all recovered. It was then that Antipas disclosed the drug was made by the boy whom he chased. He was happier to welcome them back home. That's where Chiek finished his education. Abenego who had been longing to see the land where that intelligent boy came from got a chance to ask Chiek to show them way to Jangageer, a land he wanted to know. They got prepared and embarked on a journey: Chiek showing them way.

On reaching, the King was relieved to see Chiek back. It was surprising then that he was called by another name John they didn't know. Frequent walk to the palace to disturb the King was stopped while they all awaited the sacrificial ceremony Oleere and elders wanted.

There was the ceremony organized. Their neighboring King was invited with his soldiers. Banga Kingdom was that led by King Banga.
The ceremony commenced.
Oleere who had cheated even Chiek's father was there to kill him with magic ahead of the crowd and the visitors. King Banga, Abenego and his son were amazed to hear that a person like Chiek would be sacrificed.

Then King Banga stood, his soldiers paraded.
According to their rule of shooting in air before their King spoke, a bullet landed on Oleere's  forehead: he was flat-dead. King Jangageer was shocked: dead.
Elders were helpless.

And so the King spoke his wise words not in Banga but in Jangageer. "No land should be without a King," he said. " Let John be crowned." People chanted. He became King of Jangageer land. He united with King Banga of Banga which was a Christian Kingdom. Christianity reached Jangageer then. Abenego extended his company to Jangageer. Antipas became the manager who lived in the palace. Chiek was called King Jangageer and his subjects only chanted at the end of his liberal speech not laughing.

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