Its 5.30 am and I have counted 15 young children lurking around the pre-dawn darkness. They are not the Pre-teen vice squad or vice mongers I don’t think. They, like me, are gearing up to go to the office, perhaps like me, cursing the day they were born.
I count 6 buses. I’m thinking there is something desperately wrong with the dark picture. What could these little people be learning that I didn’t in my day? But then the professions you hear about nowadays are more than we new we could be.
They might be learning how to be Rose whisperers. Or scholars who study orgasms and the search for the elusive G-spot.
But then most of them just want to be Nonini or Amani or Esther Arunga. And so they don’t learn how to speak in sentences – as in, ok, like, saa’kuwa dockee (doctor) hivi – as in its boring, you know? The others want to be politicians. Again, why read so hard?
There has to be something wrong with an eight year old having a 12 hour academic day.
Word 2007 is a real treat. I just want to see now if I can blog from within here.

Al Kags is a poet and writer based in Nairobi Kenya. He is the Author of the Book - Living Memories (http://living.alkags.com), a collection of true stories narrated to him by ordinary people who lived in the extraordinary times of the 1950s.
As a poet, Al Kags has published the Quarterly Colour Series of Poetry, a series of ebooks since 2009, which have been read by over 1,000,000 people around the world and which are contributed to by people from all over the world.
For his day job, Al Kags is an acclaimed Marketer and project Manager.