Onjalazbroz- Testing the Foundation of Knowledge

The sun hung low in the sky, a dull orange ember smoldering behind a haze of dust. Chwa found Bandia perched on the cracked concrete slabs that served as the stairway to their mother’s house. Bandia’s eyes were half-lidded, the whites tinged pink, his gaze drifting lazily over the empty yard. The scent of burnt herbs clung to him—earthy, pungent, familiar. They greeted each other with a loose bump of fists, knuckles barely grazing. Chwa lowered himself beside his brother, the rough concrete biting into his thighs. For a while, neither spoke. The silence between them was comfortable, worn-in, like an old shirt. Finally, Chwa exhaled sharply and said, "Bandia, I think it’s time I started smoking weed." Bandia turned slowly, his lips curling into a knowing smirk. "Oh? And what brought this grand revelation?" Chwa rubbed his palms together, staring at the dirt between his feet. "I used to think I could get through this life sober. Thought if I worked hard, kept my ...

David sat on his sofa, the dense mattress cushions feeling as hard as plain hardwood beneath him. For several days now, he had been trapped in the same routine—waking up early each morning, anxiously checking his phone and email inbox. The interview from days ago had filled him with hope that this might finally be the breakthrough he needed to escape his life of constant struggle. He was tired of surviving on scraps. He desperately needed change. The interview had gone well—at least in his estimation. He believed he had impressed the panel with his extensive knowledge of writing, media, and literature, making him an ideal candidate for any writer or editor position. Yet the expected call never came. Each day, he tried calling the interviewer, only to be blocked by the receptionist's repeated assurances that the HR manager would call him back. David desperately wanted to speak directly to the hiring manager, but some unspoken rule—whether the receptionist's own policy or a direc...

Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o’s Weep Not, Child is an excellent exploration of disillusionment that characterized the crushing weight of colonial violence in Kenya during the Mau Mau Uprising. Set in the turbulent years preceding Kenya’s independence, the novel follows Njoroge, a young boy whose dreams of education and a better future are systematically dismantled by the brutality of colonial oppression and the futility of armed resistance. Through Njoroge’s journey and the lives of those around him, Ngũgĩ crafts a narrative that interrogates faith, violence, and the cyclical nature of suffering. Summary of the Plot The novel opens with Njoroge, the youngest son of Ngotho, being granted the rare opportunity to attend school—a beacon of hope for his impoverished family. His father, Ngotho, works as a laborer on the farm of Mr. Howlands, a British settler who has taken over land once belonging to Ngotho’s ancestors. Njoroge’s brothers are scattered across different struggles: Kamau apprentices as a ...