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The Tower That WatchedEpisode 1 – The Silent GuardianFor years, the giant steel tower stood on the hill, watching quietl...
24/08/2025

The Tower That Watched

Episode 1 – The Silent Guardian

For years, the giant steel tower stood on the hill, watching quietly over the village below. To most, it was nothing more than an electric pylon, carrying power from faraway stations to the city beyond the horizon. But to twelve-year-old Amani, the tower was alive. He often climbed halfway up its frame to sit and gaze at the world, whispering his secrets into the humming wires that crackled faintly in the air.

Amani’s mother always scolded him, warning that the tower was dangerous. But he couldn’t resist. He swore he could feel the tower respond when he spoke- vibrations running through the steel like a voice answering back. In a community where life was tough and dreams were rare, Amani found a strange friend in the structure above them all.

The road of forgotten promises.Episode 2 – The Campaign YearsPoliticians always came here when the sun was shining and t...
24/08/2025

The road of forgotten promises.

Episode 2 – The Campaign Years

Politicians always came here when the sun was shining and the dust rose like smoke from the ground. They arrived in long convoys, waving from tinted cars, their smiles brighter than the promises they poured into the crowd.

“This road,” one politician thundered through a loudspeaker, “will be tarmacked within the first hundred days of my office!” The crowd roared. Boda boda riders, wiping sweat and dust from their faces, cheered as if salvation had already come. Women ululated, children chased campaign trucks for free T-shirts, and men nodded, hopeful that maybe, just maybe, this would be the year their suffering ended.


Branislav Jacob
Cc:2025

But promises, like rainbows, shone brightly and then disappeared. The elections came, the votes were cast, the winner celebrated- and the road remained the same.

The Road of Forgotten PromisesEpisode 1 When the rains came, the wide murram road turned into a red-brown river. Pools o...
24/08/2025

The Road of Forgotten Promises

Episode 1

When the rains came, the wide murram road turned into a red-brown river. Pools of muddy water swallowed potholes so deep that no one knew where the ground ended. Boda boda riders skidded and toppled, splashing helpless passengers, their groceries or school bags sinking into the mire. Children, barefoot, splashed across, laughing through their misery because they had grown used to it.

Every rainy season, life along this road became a gamble, whether your motorcycle would make it across, whether your shoes would survive, or whether the floods would carry away what little you had. The trees stood tall, the walls unshaken, but the road told the story of suffering that never left.

Branislav Jacob
Cc: 2025

Elevator Silence, The e​levat​or rid‍e lasted​ 32 seco⁠nds‍.Thirt‌y-two seconds.That’s all it took to plant something in...
14/06/2025

Elevator Silence, The e​levat​or rid‍e lasted​ 32 seco⁠nds‍.

Thirt‌y-two seconds.

That’s all it took to plant something in my chest I couldn'‌t name⁠. I wa⁠s heading h‍ome af​ter a long day at work, headpho‌nes in, backpack slung low⁠, th‍e us​ual​ routi‍ne. A‍s the elevator doors o​pened on⁠ the gro​u‌nd floor, the​re she wa⁠s.

Aisha.
​
D‍raped i⁠n a s⁠oft beige trenc⁠h⁠ coa⁠t, phone in hand, her eyes glance‍d at me once​ and then back to her screen. I‍ to⁠ok one‌ of my⁠ earb‍uds out. "Hi,‍" I said casu‍ally⁠, like​ it wasn't a‍ big deal, like my hear⁠t w‍asn’t be‌ating a touch too fast.

Sh‌e looked up and nodded, the briefest of smiles on her‍ lips. "​H‌e​y."‌
​
The doo‌r‌s closed.

Silence. Except f‍or the soft hum o⁠f the e‍levator motor and⁠ t⁠he faint sce​n‌t of som⁠ething floral an⁠d expensive that clung to her pre‍s‍en⁠ce like a signature.
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S‍he stood wi‍th th​e‌ kind of posture that told you she was always aware of h‌ow‌ she look⁠ed -​ not in an in​secure way, but in the way people who are al⁠ways being w⁠atched learn‌ to carry the‍msel​ves. Controlled. Elegant. Sl‌ig⁠htly distant.

I wanted to as‍k her something -‍ anyt⁠hing.⁠ How was her day? Wh​at flo​or she was on? Wa‍s she settling in o​kay? Bu​t nothi‌ng came ou‍t. I didn’t w‌ant to s⁠eem desperate or weird. So I said not⁠hing. A‌nd neither did she.
⁠
I glanc‌ed sideways. She wasn’t scro​lli⁠ng on her p⁠hone anymore. She‍ was l⁠o‍oki‍ng at her‌ own refle​ction in t‌he elevator's mi​rrored w‍all -a​djusting her‍ hair, then he‍r l‍ips.

Th‍er‍e was so‍mething about that‍ moment. The wa⁠y she paid attentio‍n only to herself, not out of vani⁠ty​, bu⁠t out of‍ hab‌it. Like the world‍ had⁠ taug‍ht her that bei⁠ng beautiful meant constantly making sur‍e yo⁠u s‌taye​d beaut‌iful. T‌hat being‌ desira​ble required main​t​enance⁠. A performanc‌e.‍

She⁠ was perfect. An⁠d I wa⁠s invisible.

The elevato⁠r stopped at the 7th‍ f‌l⁠oo‌r⁠. My floor.

⁠S⁠he s‍tepp‍e​d out fir⁠st. I fol‍lowed.

She t⁠urned l‍eft​. I turned right.

But for those 32 second‍s, I had existed in​ the sa​m‍e space, t​he same si‍lence, t‌he sa​me air as​ her.

⁠And som‌ehow⁠, that f‍elt like the be‌ginnin‍g of something.

Later tha‍t night, I r‌eplaye⁠d it in my head. Not the words -there were barel‌y any -but the feeling.‌ The uns​poken possibilities.‍ The mystery.

Wha‍t does it‌ mean w​hen s‌omeone can mak‌e you feel so much with‌out say​ing anything‌ at all?​

That night, I didn’t⁠ sleep eas‌il​y.‍ My mind w‍as c‌rowded with imagined convers‍ations, alternative‍ timelines, versions o‍f myself that‌ said mo​re, did‍ mo‍re, were more.

Aisha had no idea the weight of that elev‌a⁠tor ride.​
But I di‍d.
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Cc: 2025

New Neighbor, New Obsession.She moved in three weeks ago, but somehow it felt like the building had already shifted to o...
13/06/2025

New Neighbor, New Obsession.

She moved in three weeks ago, but somehow it felt like the building had already shifted to orbit around her. Aisha - tall, graceful, with cheekbones that could make a Greek statue blush. Every time she walked into the lobby, conversations paused, eyes followed, hearts raced. I first saw her at the mailbox - she had this scent that lingered in the air even after she left.

We exchanged a simple "hi." Her tone was neutral, her eyes barely met mine. She was polite, but distant. The kind of distant that didn't push you away - instead, it made you want to chase her down just to understand her better. I told myself I wouldn’t be like the others -the guy on the third floor who bought her flowers, or the gym dude who offered to fix her Wi-Fi. But every time I saw her, that resolve melted just a little.

That night, lying in bed, I scrolled Instagram. No trace of her. No public account. No tagged posts. It was like she lived in this world and outside of it at the same time. My curiosity turned into fascination. I thought, "She's mysterious, but maybe she's just waiting for the right kind of real."

Little did I know, that thought would cost me more than I imagined.

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Cc:2025

The Lamp of MemoriesIn the heart of our village, nestled among the hills, there stood a humble home filled with the warm...
31/05/2025

The Lamp of Memories

In the heart of our village, nestled among the hills, there stood a humble home filled with the warmth of family and the flickering glow of a paraffin lamp. This lamp was not just a source of light; it was a beacon of hope and resilience during the years when darkness enveloped our surroundings after sunset.

As children, we would gather around the table, books spread out before us, the soft glow illuminating the pages. The lamp cast dancing shadows on the walls, creating a magical atmosphere that made learning feel like an adventure. It was during these late-night study sessions that we developed a love for knowledge, each flicker of the flame inspiring us to chase our dreams.

However, the lamp came with its challenges. The smell of paraffin lingered in the air, a constant reminder of its presence. It was a sharp, almost suffocating scent that intermingled with the smoke that wafted from the flame, filling our lungs and leaving a film on our clothes. Yet, we learned to endure. We opened the windows to let in the cool night air, allowing the stars to peek into our little world of study.

From the year I can remember until 2007, this lamp was our constant companion. It witnessed our struggles and triumphs, the late nights spent memorizing lessons and the laughter shared over stories. Each flicker of the flame was a testament to our perseverance, our determination to succeed despite the odds stacked against us.

The arrival of electricity in our village was a momentous occasion. It brought with it a new era- one of convenience and ease. The lamp, once a vital part of our lives, was relegated to a cherished relic of the past. We smiled as we flipped the switch, basking in the bright, steady light, but a part of us mourned the loss of those simpler times.

Today, as I look back at the memories forged in the glow of that lamp, I realize it symbolized more than just light. It represented resilience, unity, and the spirit of survival. It reminded us of the rich history we carried within us, a history filled with challenges that shaped who we are today.

In the quiet moments of reflection, I can still smell the paraffin and feel the warmth of that flickering flame, a lasting reminder of our journey through the darkness and into the light.

Branislavjacob
Cc: 2025

The Lamp of MemoriesIn the heart of our village, nestled among the hills, there stood a humble home filled with the warm...
28/05/2025

The Lamp of Memories

In the heart of our village, nestled among the hills, there stood a humble home filled with the warmth of family and the flickering glow of a paraffin lamp. This lamp was not just a source of light; it was a beacon of hope and resilience during the years when darkness enveloped our surroundings after sunset.

As children, we would gather around the table, books spread out before us, the soft glow illuminating the pages. The lamp cast dancing shadows on the walls, creating a magical atmosphere that made learning feel like an adventure. It was during these late-night study sessions that we developed a love for knowledge, each flicker of the flame inspiring us to chase our dreams.

However, the lamp came with its challenges. The smell of paraffin lingered in the air, a constant reminder of its presence. It was a sharp, almost suffocating scent that intermingled with the smoke that wafted from the flame, filling our lungs and leaving a film on our clothes. Yet, we learned to endure. We opened the windows to let in the cool night air, allowing the stars to peek into our little world of study.

From the year I can remember until 2007, this lamp was our constant companion. It witnessed our struggles and triumphs, the late nights spent memorizing lessons and the laughter shared over stories. Each flicker of the flame was a testament to our perseverance, our determination to succeed despite the odds stacked against us.

The arrival of electricity in our village was a momentous occasion. It brought with it a new era- one of convenience and ease. The lamp, once a vital part of our lives, was relegated to a cherished relic of the past. We smiled as we flipped the switch, basking in the bright, steady light, but a part of us mourned the loss of those simpler times.

Today, as I look back at the memories forged in the glow of that lamp, I realize it symbolized more than just light. It represented resilience, unity, and the spirit of survival. It reminded us of the rich history we carried within us, a history filled with challenges that shaped who we are today.

In the quiet moments of reflection, I can still smell the paraffin and feel the warmth of that flickering flame, a lasting reminder of our journey through the darkness and into the light.

Branislavjacob
Cc: 2025

Evening walk in MombasaAs night enveloped Mombasa in its warm embrace, I began my evening stroll from Changamwe towards ...
22/05/2025

Evening walk in Mombasa

As night enveloped Mombasa in its warm embrace, I began my evening stroll from Changamwe towards Kongowea, traversing the familiar paths that intertwined with the city’s vibrant pulse. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving behind a canvas of indigo and gold that shimmered over the horizon.

Crossing the Makupa Bridge, I paused to take in the view. The bridge, a lifeline connecting the bustling town to the mainland, thrummed with activity. Below, the waters of the channel glistened under the scattered lights, reflecting the dance of life both above and below. Each vehicle that passed seemed to carry its own story, weaving together the rich tapestry of Mombasa’s nightlife.

The path continued towards Nyali Bridge, where the air was thick with the scent of the ocean mingling with the spices of street vendors. The bridges, merely two kilometers apart, felt like gateways to different worlds. Makupa linked the heart of the city, while Nyali beckoned with the allure of the North Coast, a realm of sandy beaches and vibrant nightlife.

As I walked, I noticed the subtle changes in the atmosphere. The sounds of laughter and music grew louder as I approached Nyali. Couples strolled hand in hand, their silhouettes framed against the glowing backdrop of the sea. The rhythmic crashing of waves provided a soothing soundtrack to the vibrant evening.

At Nyali Bridge, I paused once more, captivated by the panoramic view of the coastline. The lights of the town twinkled like stars, each one a reminder of the lives unfolding beneath them. The night was alive with possibilities, each moment ripe for exploration.

With every step, I felt more connected to this magical city of Mombasa, where the rich heritage and modern vibrancy coalesced into something truly unique. As I continued my journey towards Kongowea, I embraced the serenity of the night, knowing that each walk was not just a passage through space, but a journey through stories waiting to be uncovered in the heart of this coastal gem.

Branislavjacob
Cc:2025

Encounter at Nyali BeachIt was a beautiful Sunday evening at Nyali Beach, the sun setting in a blaze of orange and pink ...
11/05/2025

Encounter at Nyali Beach

It was a beautiful Sunday evening at Nyali Beach, the sun setting in a blaze of orange and pink hues over the horizon. The gentle sound of waves lapping against the shore created a soothing backdrop, perfect for a day at the beach.

As I strolled along the sandy coastline, I noticed a radiant Swahili lady with smooth, glowing skin that seemed to reflect the golden light of the setting sun. Her warm smile was infectious, inviting me closer. She was a Taita woman, her presence exuding warmth and charm that instantly drew me in.

As I approached her, I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Hi," I said, flashing a smile of my own. To my delight, she greeted me with an even brighter smile, and we began to chat. Our conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with laughter and shared thoughts. We discussed everything from our favorite beach activities to our dreams and aspirations.

I was amazed by her openness and the ease with which she welcomed my company. It was refreshing to meet someone so accommodating and genuine. Time seemed to fly as we exchanged stories, each moment making the connection feel more meaningful.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows on the beach, I realized it was time for me to head home. I felt a pang of regret as I prepared to leave, wishing I had asked for her phone number to stay in touch. But in the whirlwind of our delightful conversation, it slipped my mind.

With a heavy heart, I bid her farewell, my thoughts lingering on her beautiful smile. "I hope to see you again!" I called back, hoping the universe would conspire to bring us together once more.

So here I am, sending out a message to that amazing lady I met at Nyali Beach. If you’re reading this, know that you left a lasting impression on me. Your kindness and beauty made my day truly unforgettable.

Branislavjacob
Cc:2025

The Matatu EncounterYesterday evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, I found myself on a matatu heading home arou...
10/05/2025

The Matatu Encounter

Yesterday evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, I found myself on a matatu heading home around 7 PM. The vehicle was filled with the usual mix of chatter and the hum of city life, but the atmosphere shifted when a woman sat down next to me.

As the conductor began collecting fares, the lady reached for her phone to pay electronically. Just as she was about to complete the transaction, her phone rang. The sudden interruption, combined with the conductor’s impatient urging for payment, led her to make a quick decision- she opted to pay in cash instead.

She handed over a 100 shilling note, but as the journey progressed, a conflict erupted. About halfway through, she insisted on receiving 50 shillings in change. The conductor, however, adamantly claimed she had only given him a 50 shilling note. The argument grew heated, with her raising her voice in frustration.

What struck me as odd was the silence around us. Passengers seemed absorbed in their own worlds, unwilling to engage or even listen to the unfolding drama. It was as if a collective agreement had been made to ignore the commotion.

When we finally reached our destination, the argument continued, unresolved and unresolved. As we disembarked, I glanced back to see the lady still arguing, while the conductor remained unmoved. It was a stark reminder of how easily people can turn a blind eye to someone in need, even when the situation seems unjust.

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Cc:2025

06/10/2024

Happy Sunday 😁☺️

A military officer was given a 3-day leave to go and enjoy with his newly wedded wife. He arrived home😊 and realized tha...
07/07/2024

A military officer was given a 3-day leave to go and enjoy with his newly wedded wife. He arrived home😊 and realized that his wife was in her monthly period😩😭!

He had to send an sos message to headquarters requesting for an extension of his leave days🙂. He prepared his message in the usual military coded language...He wrote:
Soldier: Omega One😪,...this is Omega Twelve😶. Danger from the field😫. Red in front. Leave-extension requested. Do you read me😞 Red in front... passage not clear, extend leave?

Headquarters replied:
This is Omega One😌. We read you loud and clear😜. The danger is minimal😄. Attack from the back and resume immediately🤗. Leave-extension denied🤚
I repeat.... attack with minimal force from the back and resume immediately😎... way is clear from behind👌! Extension denied!

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