Great pic

Where on earth , is this great place , want to visit !!!!!!

The dream place to visit.

STRANGE ….STRANGE WORLD

 Colleagues and students, my life in the last ten years has been a strange one, strange to the extent that it has caused me to entirely overcome the thoughts I had about past life.

     Life in the past was dark, dark in the sense that it was entirely unpredictable and profoundly dim lighted. Every morning dawn reminded me of an instant back at home and the extensively dark cave frightened my wife and son. I had to reassure them that this barrier at the mouth of the cave is to keep us safe. I had the first thick rose of any creature sited outside the cave, before finally moving out! The water was in scarce supply and tasted sour but I adapted to this; having taught my family to boil the water. The kind of food we ate was not pleasing, dried snake was one of them. To ensure the creature outside couldn’t hear us , as we all ate thankfully and eating the atmosphere of surprising serenity. I had to go out for a hunt regularly, overcoming the fear of the dangers of the cave, I knew I had to bring some food for my wife and son.

     To make my family comfortable I was able to build a moss-packed platform which was warm enough to use as a bed. I to ensure the fire was  on always, because my wife and son were afraid of the dark. Every morning I wake up, I glanced at the calendar I had screeched with heavy chalk on the cave wall and assured by family every day that life will be back to our normal very soon! Conversely, among the jagged rocks ahead, I tried to grow penicillin using crushed berries but its outs outcome turned out to be an entire opposite. Making me repeat its growth. My settlement was to aid a small child, who reluctantly suffered on her own, fighting barriers of life and death. Every time I stared at her, I saw her in the same posture with her dull eyes staring back at me. Her parents were at least concerned, I had wrap her in a bear hide. Every time she looked at me she had certain hope in her that one day I will save her from this miserable  life she was living. I had to place damp leaves on her forehead to calm her intensively rising body temperature.

     With dose scrutiny I have learnt from this experience that past life was not any different from a nightmare. This experience has taught me how to rapidly adopt to changes in life, to face least consequences! If life was ever like that, than modern life; including technology would be dimmed redundant. I cannot say that this experience was sinister, but all I can say is, it has brought many changes to my life and way of living. Even though it was always an atmosphere of melancholy. My father and I stuck together it was all that mattered.

THANK YOU!

By Ria  R.

nights of horror

                                                                          

It was a warm summer morning , the  bright golden rays of the sun penetrated through my window pane exposing the jagged tumbles of wood that crumbled down the ants’ hood that lay in the several cracks my floor was made up of. I lazily arose from my hard based thing always called a bed and stepped on the creaking floor letting out puffs of dust and nearly killing the beads of ants that ruled my house. My house was a nightmare , unlike  other houses like that of Tipsy’s were big mansions with maids , colorful  walls with paint , amazing designed rooms with swimming pools and everything new, look at mine a room of the whole animal kingdom and botany where only they enjoyed . For how long!

The only thing not damaged and colorful in what I called a house were the plasters of sticky notes which contained the sketches of my dream house and people I never knew. Those were the things that hid the scrippling off curls of paint and the yarns of cobwebs that acted as shields of the unknown. Sometimes it had seemed to me as though my house was haunted , what brought this thought was the restricted room . I did not know why my parents  never allowed me to go see it , and when they caught me trying to peek in and see they would yell at me especially my dad. My dad was the rage monster in the house, if nothing was according to his want he would do anything to put it his  way. That’s why I yet live in this large abattoir , just because he likes it here .

My parents left me home alone to “enjoy” all the nights of horror alone , sleep where it was never comfortable and tremble downstairs to drink water all alone . I was scared whenever they left me , they thought Andy , the maid would act as guardian. They never knew how I spent the nights , but now they promised me never to go , it was only one more night I had to spend and as the light comes , they come. I walked downstairs to once again see the rusted rails and the dull dinning and sitting room nearly rubble and the sad Andy once more , the sitting room was a pale green room with a collection of torn sofas , scratched wooden chairs and a half working early 90’s television box.

The only thing everyone had liked about my house was the botanic garden outside my house that consisted of the sweetest fruits and the best scented flowers. What had shocked me to the max Was that just after my house walls the outer world was so bright and lively , only the butterflies that entered my house lost their colour , only the rats that entered my house walls were burnt to death and only my family chose to live here . something was wrong with my house , that’s all I knew until that night . It was a cold stormy night when I went downstairs and saw something.  It was a dark shadow and it suddenly disappeared , I saw it slide through the bumpy and dull floor to the kitchen .

I slowly tiptoed to the dark kitchen grabbing hold of a knife , as I stretched my hand to press the switch I heard a foot step just behind me , my heart thudded with fear . I turned my bleached eye balls to see a dark monster like shadow. It slowly approached towards me and suddenly I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder . my body froze as I saw a dirty long nailed hand crawling near my neck , as I looked in front I saw something approach towards me , its shadow slowly mixed with mine to form a darker one , a scarier one . my now trembling hands struggled to press the switch without any movement .

I suddenly saw my other hand and remembered that I had held a knife and when I slowly raised into the darkness I saw that it was the blunt butter knife . my fear grew worse and suddenly a sharp voice brook  through that moment of fear , it was  followed with a wicked laugh like that of my grand ma .my weakened hands finally worked to switch on the lights . I was frightened to my wits when I saw half human monsters approaching towards me with large teeth, what had shocked me so much was that the faces were stationary and never made any move. My suspicion increased until I saw a limping fat from below “monster”. From that observation I knew that everything was fake, they were all my relatives.

They all laughed and requested me to ask them for anything I wanted , I asked them why only my house was a graveyard for my kind and a home to the unknown and what they had always hid from me , the secret room, that was only forbidden to me. They did so, and told me that my house belonged to the great goddess Lixuria, who was my ancestor. I could not trust my ears as I heard my past just being told in secret after 13 years of being hid. With this thought I asked my grandmother, “why did you hide this from me all along? “she told me that if my house’s identity was revealed , the whole world would not leave even a piece of this already tumbling house, why?, because this house had walls made of ‘ the witch’s grains’ that has the power to fulfill any wish anyone would want.

My grandmother held my hand and took me to the forbidden room , as she unlocked the room , the door creaked open letting out puffs of what I called ‘pixie dust’. My eyes lost their moisture not because of the dust , but because of seeing it all.  As the dust cleared I saw her … her eyes were covered by dark lashes of beauty and suddenly as I approached towards her , the wind rustled as her silky dress  flew in curls against her smooth blushing face . she seemed to smile as she lied on her white bed . suddenly as I went closer and closer a certain force pulled me and with a shock I got a vibe . I was in another world and I saw her, she stood in front of me and her soft words ‘thank you’ touched my heart . she told me that she was lixuria and that only I was made to unlock her from a curse.

She told me that when she was cursed , only the flower in her hands was colourful , and that if I extracted the ‘essence of wisdom’ from the flower, and pored a drop in her locket she would get free of any other curse in her whole life. Slowly I got into reality and did as I was instructed. Lixuria slowly arose and gave me her purple locket and said “ keep this , and store a drop of your blood . That blood will transform into the essence of immortality and you will become a god, a legend that removed a doubt of destruction from the all doer , from lixuria. She vanished away to let out blundering sparks of light and when the light disappeared I saw a small shell . I brought It close to my ears and heard her voice once more. For the last time…

                                                                                                    

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Look at the sky , to know that, you are not yet there.

You need to strive for higher  grounds in whatever you do.

THE REAL TRAGEDY

THE REAL TRAGEDY

Billy , the  light heavyweight boxing  world  title  holder  , was  living his dream life  in new York’s suburbs having  a supportive wife and a  witty daughter . When he lost his wife, house and the   property, Billy was devastated and he ended up becoming a drunkard. His daughter, the only reason he would live, was taken by domestic officers to a children home.

Just  like  any other boxer , he  was  where he could sustain injuries   and bruises on  his  face from remarkable  blows of other  boxers who hoped to bag  his title, he somehow managed to  get a job  as a gym  sweeper.

This created an opportunity to land a new coach and training ground. Before long he was up again and ready to face his tough rival Escobar.

As I reflect on this 2015 film titled ‘south paw’, it can be quite depressing to lose what you value the most. Billy was at the breaking point, ready for suicide, but he did not break.

The most significant lesson is that the real tragedy of a man is not loosing what he values the most, rather, loosing hope. We must never   lose hope in ourselves, even when no one else believes in us, at least let us be the only ones who believe in ourselves.

The  good book  tell us , even as  small  as a mustard seed  , you  could  say to this  mountain , “ move  from here to there , and it will  move.  Nothing will be impossible.

No matter how far deep we sink, we must call to mind that nothing is impossible for those who are hopeful. Faith is inseparable from hope. May we never lose hope and succumb to the real tragedy.

Written by Jane Njambi(madam)

EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED

EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED

James  just turned sixteen  and he was never happy as he  was  today, because  his uncle John surprised him with a  ticket  that would fly  him  to  Hungary to complete his further studies. James had been staying with his uncle John since he was seven after a tragic occurrence where his own real parents abandoned him. He never knew why this happened. His prayers was that, one day he could meet them , and ask them , really , what the hell happened!. It haunted him at nights and would make him zone out during classes.

All parked and ready to leave, he bid Uncle   John a heartfelt of love and finally said goodbye. While on board, James could not stop thinking about all the favours his uncle had done for him. He decided to work hard and   let no distraction come his way to deny his goal.The plane touched down and there he was, in Hungary and in front of him he saw his new and bright life.

The temperatures were moderate and the city was clean. It was a total contrast from where he had grown up. He noticed the yellow taxis and booked one to take him to his apartment. As the journey begun, James gazed outside the open window at the tall buildings and new faces that passed by. The wind hitting his face brought his heart at peace. He breathed in the fresh air and could not wait to see more, explore more and taste more.

Opening the golden, cold door knob, James placed his foot into his room for the first time. He was mesmerized at how it looked. There was a closet right next to the door on the left side and on the right side there was a bathroom. Walking two steps forward into the room, he saw a large window that gave him the view of Hungary. There was a couch, a table and a bed and in the corner was a study table. This was just perfect for him.

James made friends fast and soon they decided to have a look around the city, to familiarize them with the new environment, as he passed the thousand faces, he saw someone he thought, he knew. Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw. A rash of joy ran through his spine because it was his problems possibly being solved! He did not want to assume that it was them, his parents .So, he followed them, this time leaving his friends behind, was it really them? Will he get the answers to his questions? So many questions bombarding his mind as he tried to push through the crowd. He finally made it to them.

Before they could speak, he flooded them with his questions   and when he was done he noticed that everyone was staring at him. He ignored the stares.”Why could you do this to me”, he asked the elderly couple, ‘How’? ‘Why?’

He wondered, if he was seeing some ghost, he knew his parents were dead, but this couple looked so much as his parents.  That explained why everyone stared at him because they thought he was talking to a blank wall and that he was crazy.

The old couple could not understand how a stranger could claim that he knew them. The couple vehemently denied ever having had a son; this crashed the little hope James had of ever meeting his parents. He walked away from them with eyes full of tears. He did not know where he was going; he just walked blindly, not knowing where he was going. He was in total shock

By Janvi Patel

STORM

STORM

The muscular gusts carrying great amounts of invisible moisture drenched my entirely in a sudden gush. The wind so energetic that it uprooted whole shrubs and catapulted them yards away. The rainfall so uncontrollable that a dry road took merely half a minute to be filled to the height of a baby pool. This is certainly a glimpse of how painfully devastating Mother Nature can get when sudden, unfavourable climate factors intercool.

Circular lumps of hail being thrown by the devil personally shattered windscreens of   many cars left in the open in the unforgiving vicinity. It was as if a swarm of bullets manifested the utopian land to destroy its innate peace.

The furrows travelling parallel to the streets on either side of it overflowed till it created an unwanted, flat groove which flanked it on both sides. Loose mud carried  in the  beating  currents of waves  coloured the water in an  undesirable  shade   of brown , much like  seeing an overflowing sewage in a  third  world  country.

Twisters of unimaginable  magnitudes flocked  from across  the  horizon , sweeping  mercilessly  any matter  that crossed its pre planned  path of total annihilation. Wood planks and mutilated twigs found itself flinging out of the tornado. If it found itself on the edge of the engine of the humungous centrifugal force.

The dark  grey  clouds  never  seemed  to dissipate , always dense enough  to even  darken  the sunniest of the days. Lightings banged upon empty grassland, producing thunders loud enough to destroy ear drums from tens of miles away.

Done by Amba K.

turned red

turned red

I shot up in bed awakened by a sound that I had thought was my alarm clock. A cool breeze blew in my cold, dark room. The red LED light of my clock read. 1: 22. A sudden cloud of smoke filled the room and my eyes started burning and turned red. I rushed out of the room realizing the rise of temperature in my two floored house.

Looking out, I saw a beautiful orange light lit up the sky. Too eager  to know , I tumbled  down the stairs   and   out  of  the warming  up house ,  I went. At the  sight  of the valley , my  eyes   tired  of watching the confused  area stuck to  my  heavy  eyelids.

‘Hello!’ I asked a man screaming.

 No answer. Boom! I heard it again.

 Walking  a few  steps , the  heat increased  and I stopped  to see  what was happening on my  right hand  side .  All that could be seen was a flame eating up the tallest  building  in my  colony , a dusty , grey smoke  rose above  my  head  as I watched the scenery , stunned. My muscles froze and my eyes refused to close.

Done by Shakshi

HAUNTED HOUSE

HAUNTED HOUSE

Blood stained walls, red and vivid,

reflecting in the gloomy moonlight.

The screaming of the living dead,

echoes against the walls,

 sharp as a knife ,

 piercing through my ears,

 their cries  and scream were heard  from  miles ;

 a  plea for help.

Cracked floor boards,

moss and fungi filling the vacant space,

 forming a grass soft carpet but an eye bleeding sore.

 The air was cold against my skin,

fast moving air almost trimming the hair  that laid  upon  my arm , as I opened the door  that could  determine my fate.

 Dust filled rooms,

dark and empty,

again more scream,

 shattering the silence.

Written by Kimanzi K.

WHAT A LIFE

WHAT A LIFE 

Don't just have a career or academic goals. Set goals, to give you a balanced successful life. Balanced means ensuring your health, relationships, mental peace are all in good order. There is  no point of getting promotion on the day of your breakup, there is no fun in driving a car when your back hurts, shopping is not enjoyable if your mind is full of tensions. 

Don't take life seriously, life is not meant to be taken seriously as we are temporarily here; we are like the pre-paid credit card with a limited validity. If we are lucky, we may last another 50 years which is just 2500 weekends. Do we really need to be worked up?......... It's okay to miss  few classes, scoring low in couple of papers, take leave from work, fall in love, have a little fight with our spouse. We are humans not programmed devices..! 

There should be time for every thing for example;

- time to cry

- time to laugh

- to to play 

- time to rest and sleep. etc

So dear, don't be serious, all the time,  enjoy life. 

reproduced from 2016 articles 

kind permission from Akash Bhatt                                                                                

COURT SCENE

COURT SCENE

The atmosphere was utterly silent. After a heated debate, the judge was kept busy like a bee as he had to compile evidence and statements from both sides. As the clock ticked by, everyone was seen fidgeting nervously as they grandly awaited the final verdict by the judge.

Most of the eyes in  the  dusty , old room gazed upon the wise man  wearing a curly  , white wig , depicting  great  figures  such as   Newton and Voltaire . Others looked down at the floor in desperation, especially the convicted. A calming, tranquil painting of giraffes by the sunset hung above the judge’s head, which had zero effect in this case as no one had come to a court, leaving their livelihood, to gaze at a spectacular, ineffective work of art.

 The benches behind  the main stage  were certainly  flocked  by people , all in  an alert  state  but  none discussing their  state of mind  with the other. Sharply dressed lawyers – gold studded watches, polished boots and matte black suits – were the only ones who were used to such uncomfortable, awkward situations – they seemed to be the only two people who could keep their calm in this life defining moment.

A sixth sense floated around that the convicted is actually guilty, and its intensity could be felt in the eyes of the invited spectators. All looking at him , but displaying  diverse facial expressions  - from  sheer disgust of  raping a mother of two , to  the fierce anger of  how  a shaming such an act  can prove  to be , it  could be all be  felt  through  the windows of the soul.

Done by  Ambar K.

FIREWORK DISPLAY

FIREWORK DISPLAY

Everyone’s eyes are starring deep into the night sky, soon to be brought to life as the clock ticks by. It is a perfectly cloudless night, with dim stars visible despite the bright city lights. Telescopic camera lenses have all taken stance towards only one direction, as if the only way is up.

Swoosh! There goes the rocket against the force of gravity, creating explosive sounds. For a moment, everyone thought they are in a battlefield engulfed in sounds of flying bullets and swinging rockets. Their fiery trails locked the gaze of the thousands of eyes present there, like a comets tail burning as it gets too hot.

For a second in mid – air, it seemed as if the rockets had disappeared into thin air abruptly. But no, the first patch of vivid colours burst into life just the way a flower buds pops up in spring. The fiery traces glittered intensely as they broke off   from the point of incarnation, and in the process warmly illuminated the dull, void sky.

 A second  wave of rockets dispatched  loudly , this  time  bursting and taking the shape  of a hexagonal ice  flake , whose  six  sides further went ahead   with a glowing tail , then busted  into six smaller  ice flakes . This time they were smaller, but collectively brighter and charmed the awed public in sheer memorization.

As excitement reached its peak level, clicking flashes were visible from the crowd, with phones facing higher than anyone’s eyes. The colours of blue, orange, red and yellow had bled the sky with a sharp, lively spark. The blend of colours sent currents down my spine, provoking goose bumps on every part of my body.

Done by Ambar

FOREST

FOREST

The vertically gigantic pine trees created a dense canopy, below which sunlight could not comfortably penetrate, always keeping the floor of the forest damp and cold. The ancient barks were stripped off its outer layers, rendering to the harsh seasons it has gone through.

The air was always stagnant, with most of the gusts broken down by the mighty resistance of the trees.   They were the guardians of what lied below them, from the brutal precipitation of the wet season to the intense sun’s heat in the dry season, anything under its shadow was sure that they would not face the first wave of attack.

Intertwining  streams from many different vein tributaries  joined up at the heart of the forest , where lush greenery  was at its best , and the spot where the grizzly  bears and the elks  and the moose’s of the  tundra met after a day full of feeding the patchy grasses on the wet rocks.

The rocky, steep cliffs formed a boundary to one side of the forest, beyond which neither the animals could climb nor come down. Along the cliff, a waterfall formed in which salmons rushed upstream. Hungry brown bears were ready to catch their prey as they patiently awaited their arrival upstream.

Below our feet, fallen decaying leaves were being consumed by thousands of maggots. The busy ants were systematically following a trail via which they got back autumn leaves and   stripped, dead tree barks back to their tiny dugout.

Done by Ambar K.

QUIET RESORT

QUIET RESORT

In the midst of the gentle, green valleys in the middle of nowhere, I stood a vast fenced area with silent meadow and scattered buildings. The gentle breeze brushed upon my  face , the rustling of  leaves on the tall ,  coniferous trees playing a soothing melody, harmonized  by the explicit chirps of colourful birds  never  known  before .

It  was a real life paradise in this unforgiving utopia . Away  from the bustle of the city  and  the stressful  responsibilities , the warm atmosphere hugged me into its arms of tranquil serenity. The  sun was high in the sky , although not intense enough to slither through the optically dense mist. The dew on the  grass had not yet evaporated although it was just half an hour till  the second half of the day would commence.

On the lower  side of the undulating landscape , a river formed  from a waterfall originating from so high up that even the clouds could not climb it. Its water so sweet  that I thought it must have come  from the lake of wisdom from  higher  lands.

The dark green pine  trees  grew  so high  that if you  reach the top  you could tickle the sky. It’s pointy top scraping through the clouds like a needle piercing through a piece of cotton. Overlooking the dense pine vegetation , there is a silver river that  never ever  runs dry, in which if you take a swim you would learn  how to fly.

Done by Ambar K.

bright sky

The clear blue bright sky

The beautiful blue sky 
Brings a smile to your face

Signaling a new fresh day for you

There is a feeling of joy every morning
Makes you feel free like a baby
Feel the cool breeze pass by
It's another great day for you

Do , what you like doing best
Makes the  day,
Happy and great day to you!

LIFE EVERLASTING ?

LIFE EVERLASTING ?

Life everlasting? Desire ever wanting?

Paintings on a wall, shimmered  in the dark fog

Light seeping in, emulating the rising call

Pitch dorks and fine demanding my fall

Quiet the liar’s!  out spoken the  dividers;

Dispute the reminder, but never be the liar.

Driven with fire, left to burn entire

Reasons with no domineer, all at most the bitter fear.

Interrogate my interior? To deteriorate my exterior

 Discriminate through one ear, out the other

The domineer, rectifying the problematic concealed

Only to find it, lost in the rear

A pulsing heart, driven by fear

Gives off, none the less few tears

Left to consider, all at best;

Unbearable life , apart from death

Done by Kimanzi K.

EDUCATION - EVERY INDIVIDUAL'S RIGHT!

EDUCATION - EVERY INDIVIDUAL'S RIGHT! 

Have you ever wanted to be famous, to know answers the way you know lyrics? 

Well, education is the key. It's basically a process of learning, teaching and training. It includes : academics, sports, co-cirricular activities, and morals and values. It's importance we all know, but here are a few key points:

• The art of playing with words aids to paint the canvas of hearts with different perspectives .

• It gives you the roots of independence that anchor you to the world, keeping your stem from wilting towards the light of favour. 

• It's a ticket to the synonym of success. 

• It empowers you with the right to freely dream with the assurance that you'll be able to fulfill all your dreams. You can be the doctor, the artist, the writer, the musician... name the person and the title you've always wanted. 

• It nurtures your inner self to quench its thirst for good morals and core values. 

• It bestows you with the right to explore life, to discover more about things than merely knowing their surface meanings. 

To conclude, education is the sculptor that moulds the clay of your basics to a pot of your foundation to which every experience counts. 

                          Written by:

                            Shreedhi Mukesh

                            Diyaa Ramchandani

                            Amara Kandimalla

                            Ritu Karania,

                            LEO Club of Nakuru

EDUCATION AND ENTERTAINMENT COMMITTEE

MOTTO :

EMPOWERING PEOPLE WITH THE LIBERTY TO EDUCATION. 

VISION :

TO ESTABLISH A WORLD IN WHICH BOTH INTELLIGENCE AND MORALS PREVAIL. 

MISSION :

TO CREATE A PLATFORM WHERE LEARNERS FREELY EXPRESS THEIR IDEAS AND DEBATE ABOUT ISSUES OF IMPORTANCE, AND ALSO TO EVOKE A LITERARY SPIRIT AMONGST THE YOUTH. 

Beautiful , view.

Just love this picture, its in the tropics, at around noon ,when the sun is at its brightest.

Just enjoy the view.

LIFE EVERLASTING ?

LIFE EVERLASTING ?

Life everlasting? Desire ever wanting?

Paintings on a wall, shimmered  in the dark fog

Light seeping in, emulating the rising call

Pitch dorks and fine demanding my fall

Quiet the liar’s!  out spoken the  dividers;

Dispute the reminder, but never be the liar.

Driven with fire, left to burn entire

Reasons with no domineer, all at most the bitter fear.

Interrogate my interior? To deteriorate my exterior

 Discriminate through one ear, out the other

The domineer, rectifying the problematic concealed

Only to find it, lost in the rear

A pulsing heart, driven by fear

Gives off, none the less few tears

Left to consider, all at best;

Unbearable life , apart from death

Done by Kimanzi K.