LA'BOND CHRONICLES

To Be Continued… My heart slammed against my ribs, fingers burning as I clung to the cold metal beam. The city below blurred into a sea of lights, my breath ragged, my mind racing. I was seconds from death. Seconds from everything ending. That’s when I heard it. “Do you hang out around here often?” FUCK ME! I twisted my neck, heart still pounding, and saw him. A tall, lean figure, leaning casually against the rooftop railing, arms crossed over his chest. The city lights painted his face in shadows, but I could make out the smirk curling at the corner of his lips. His eyes? Cold. Calculating. Like he’d seen this scene a thousand times before. “Need a hand?” he asked, extending one. His voice was smooth, almost comforting. Almost. I hesitated. But my grip was slipping. I reached out, and his hand locked around mine, strong and steady. With one powerful pull, he hauled me back onto the rooftop. I collapsed, gasping for air, staring at the night sky. “Close call.” He chuckled, ...

Correct me if I'm wrong but, Sometimes life hits so hard, you wish it came with a manual — a step-by-step guide on how to live. Or maybe a glimpse into the future. Or just someone to guide you through it all, to make the journey a little easier. We all get anxious about life. The unknown is terrifying. Career, relationships, family, dreams — nothing is certain. One moment you think you’ve got things figured out, the next you’re questioning everything. Will you get fired tomorrow? Will your business collapse? Will your spouse leave you? Can you provide for your kids? Will you ever be successful? The fear of what lies ahead can be paralyzing. And instead of living in the present, we end up chasing shadows of the future. But the truth is, everyone is doing life for the first time. There’s no script. No blueprint. We’re all just guessing — trying, failing, trying again. No one has a path identical to another. Not even twins. We read self-help books, binge motivational tal...

NOW,they say life is unpredictable, but no one ever warns you just how cruel it can be. One minute you’re young, hopeful, and dreaming of the future — the next, you’re holding onto memories that never got the chance to exist. Coming back from the hospital that day… it felt like stepping into a nightmare that wouldn’t end. My wife and I returned empty-handed. The joy we had carried for months was gone, replaced by a deafening silence. The house that once echoed with laughter and anticipation now felt cold, empty. And the worst part? We had to face the reminders of what could have been — tiny clothes we had bought in advance, neatly folded, untouched. Diapers stacked in the corner like cruel jokes from a life that never began. I remember staring at them and thinking, What the hell am I supposed to do with diapers now? I couldn’t wear them, could I? I even laughed at the absurdity of it all. But it was the kind of laugh that comes from a place so dark it chills your soul. ...

Have You Ever Lost a Child? Well… that happened to me at 20 years old. But before I get to that, let me take you back. Back to where it all began — in 2016, fresh out of Form Four. I had dreams, big ones. I even got into college, but life had other plans. Financial struggles hit hard, forcing me to drop out. That’s when reality slapped me in the face. In 2017, I landed a low-paying job. How low? I earned 1,000 KSH a month — barely enough to survive. Still, I was determined to carve my own path, so I moved out of my parents’ house and rented a single room. My own space. My little corner of independence. But it didn’t last long. By 2018, I couldn’t keep up with rent and had to go back home, defeated. I stayed there for four months, plotting my next move. Then came the bedsitter — 5,000 KSH a month. It felt like an upgrade, like a fresh start. Life had a way of throwing curveballs, though. That same year, I met Marly. She was 19. I was 20. Young, reckless, and in love — or...