The Parklands Diary

                                              Image by Google In 2021, when we were all crazy new to TikTok and wondering whether our president will open the country up for sherehe or not, a man in Trans Nzoia was brandishing his files in a bid to sue his son. Hold it there. A couple of decades back, the newly employed Zulu and Xhosa men and women in South Africa coined a term that they lent to us; the rest of Africa. This term found significance in most upcoming economies and societies, and still, even now is relevant and deeply rooted in our customs. We can say that it has become part and parcel our proud Ubuntu. I am so glad that I first heard the term “black tax” from a Xhosa young man. ` Khuomide (sound `kh pronounced in click) and I was talking about the forms of corruption during the MNIV Debate Championships in Dar es Salaam back in 2018. I was bragging about ...

  I once was a King , Who reigned in this girl’s heart. I was a monstrous King! In my reign, I never cared an inch about her. Like the big cat, I enjoyed roaring hard, As the fragile girl cried and trembled in fear. I felt so important to such a point; That I even forgot, I too was a subject once. The stupidity in me enjoyed torturing her, Even more as she begged me to stop. And those grievous mistakes, Marked the beginning of the end of my dynasty. Today, as I lurk out here in the cold, No one remembers that I once was a monarch. And as I agonize remorsefully, The fragile girl found another monarch. And perhaps she erased every memory of the evil King. As much as it hurts me, I have to admit That the new King rules better than I did by Kariuki Njumbi