Tuesday, 10 April 2012


KABIBI’S FIRST DAY IN SCHOOL

ACT ONE I

SCENE I

It is 6:00a.m in the morning. The yellow beautiful African sun is coming out of its shell.Kabibi is already up, dressed in her new blue butterfly like skirt and white shirt. She is al set for her first day to her new school.Kabib’s mother is in the smoky stuffed kitchen preparing breakfast.

KABIBI :( with too much excitement in her voice) Mum! Mum! Am ready now, let’s get going!



KABIBI’S MOTHER :( Smiling and rubbing her eyes from the smoke in the kitchen) Kabibi………..you are looking very beautiful in your new uniform! Did u dress up all by yourself? You have tucked in your shirt so nicely!



KABIBI :( Walking towards her mother shaking her waist contentedly and singing) NAENDA ENDA, WAPI? NAENDA SHULE, GANI? SHULE YA MSINGI, GANI? NAENDA KOIWA……………………………….



KABIBI’S MOTHER :( Laughing loudly and dancing to Kabibi’s song) my dear, you are not only beautiful in your new uniform this morning but you also have a beautiful voice!



KABIBI: Thank you mum…….. (Holding her mothers hands and pulling them down)Mum can we go now? Am ready………



KABIBI’S MOTHER: We are going at 7:00a.m.We have to take breakfast before we leave. Let me serve you then we go.



KABIBI: Thank you mum, we are eating together, right? (Kabibi goes back inside still singing)



ACT I

SCENE II

Koiwa primary school is located opposite koiwa police station. It is 7:30a.m and the pupils are preparing to go for their Monday assembly. The new pupils are waiting outside the headmaster’s office. Kabibi sees Mr.Kibata, the headmaster coming towards them with a big stick; she holds to her mother’s skirt scared. Mr.Kibata is huge, dark and has a big round stomach.



KABIBI :( Kabibi looks scared and worried) Mum, is he coming to beat me?



KABIBI’S MOTHER: No, no, no, my dear, Mr.Kibata is friendly, if you are disciplined, obedient and come to school early, he will not beat you.

Mr.Kibata finally reaches where Kabibi and her mother were.



MR. KIBATA :( Extending his hands to Kabibi’s mother) Halloo……….Welcome to Koiwa primary school (turns to Kabibi) Guess this is the little angel joining our school?



KABIBI’S MOTHER: Yes, her name is Kabibi (facing Kabibi) say Good Morning to the headmaster Kabibi.



KABIBI: (kabibi looks down, with tears in her eyes, she struggles to talk) G………….o……….Goo……..d(she breaks down to tears)



MR.KIBATA :( Squats and look Kabibi directly in the eyes) don’t be scared Kabibi, am not going to beat you. In fact I’ll take good care of you. Am going to give you bread and tea at break time and buy you sweets if you get the first position in your class.



(Kabibi looks up for the first time since she saw Mr.Kibata coming)

KABIBI: Good morning sir? (She greets Mr.Kibata with confidence)



KABIBI’S MOTHER :( Smiling) you see? Mr.Kibata is not bad at all………



ACT II

SCENE I

Kabibi’s new classroom is painted red with a blue door and a big blackboard that is written ‘WELCOME TO CLASS 8P’kabibi entered with her mother carrying her new desk. All the other pupils were looking at her.

Kabibi’s mother whispers something into Kabibi’ ears, Kabibi smiles and joins the rest of the new pupils.

KABIBI’S MOTHER :( Addressing the whole class but looking At Kabibi in particular) don’t fight one another, listen to the teacher carefully when she is teaching and work hard in class and finally don’t be late for school.

STUDENTS IN UNISON: Ok Mama Kabibi………….. (They then clap their hands)



                                                         ACT II

SCENE II

Kabibi is sited comfortably on her new desk. On her right hand side is Joel, a new pupil just like Kabibi. He looks friendly. He smiles at Kabibi and she smiles back at him.



JOEL :( Extending hand to Kabibi) hey I am Joel, and you are?



KABIBI :( Looks at Joel for a minute before she shakes his hand) Am Kabibi.I come from Majengo, where do you come from?



JOEL :( Looks up the ceiling as if to remember his place of residence) Am from………. mmmmmhhh………Am from……..

Kabibi tickles him as a way of getting an answer from him; they both laugh loudly and start chasing after one another.



KABIBI :( Still laughing) Now, tell me where you come from or I tickle you again.



JOEL: (Panting) Ok, I am from Lenana but before we moved there, we use to live in Milimani.



KABIBI :( Surprised) Really?





JOEL: Yes, why are you surprised?



KABIBI: We also use to live there before we moved to Majengo!



JOEL :( Asks excitedly) really? That makes us once upon a time neighbors. (They both laugh and give one another a high five)





From that day, Kabibi and Joel remained best friends. They are both very hardworking, disciplined and were the first to come to school everyday.


                                                                                                CHILDRENS DRAMA TV SHOW
                                                                                  SCRIPT BY: HABIBA ALI.






Wednesday, 4 April 2012


HAS HE/SHE COME YOUR WAY YET?

How does it feel to have someone you can call mine and only mine?
Someone you know no matter what for him/her you can say never to never?
Someone you completely feel free and  yourself around?
 No actin holier than thou if you prefer?
How does it feel to know that someone is always there for you for better for worse?
How does it feel to have someone who accepts you for who you and not who you could be?
Someone who is ready to stick by you through thick and thin?
In temporary dry spell or the worst in a permanent one?
that is, should the GREAT decide to test your tranquility?
Someone whom you feel is a dream come true?
Just how does it feel?Great huh??????????
Now,if right now as i pose this questions,you are picturing in your head this one special,beautiful,caring,kind hear-ted  person..............
Then.......................................................................................

Gents*****************
SHE HAS COME YOUR WAY,
DO YOUR BEST TO MAKE HER STAY.

Ladies*****************

HE HAS COME YOUR WAY
DO YOUR BEST TO MAKE HIM STAY

The Writer permits you to leave your comments and contributions.

Thursday, 19 January 2012

YOU AND I CAN TRY!

I got to say what is on my MIND,
Am not a great writer or a poet but for you i can TRY,
You are such a great person,i can't LIE,
You are ready to try and show me love,that,i can't DENY,
No,you don't need to smile because an not yet half way DONE,
Now,back to our plan to crush your little pride and promise to put it BEHIND,
As soon as i make up my MIND,
Hopefully in few weeks TIME,
You and I will walk a MILE,
To the brighter future we both DESERVE,
What thinks you my LOVE?
My love to be I IMPLY,
Appearing to listen but for your full attention I DEMAND,
For if it works,have a feeling it will never DIE,
I'l always be by your side,GOODBYE!


This is self composed.Thanks for reading.



YOU AND I CAN MAKE IT

I

Monday, 12 December 2011

QUACKS ON THE SPRAWL AS DOCTORS' STRIKE CONTINUES







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he doctors’ strike has entered its second week with the situations in public hospitals moving from bad to worse at an alarming rate. These hospitals that were once highly congested have now been reduced to nothing less than a deserted house.


As a matter of fact, most patients are opting for private hospitals despite their high cost of medication compared to public hospitals. The exploitive nature of these private hospitals does not deter patients from seeking for services. Local clinics operated by quacks taking this to their advantage, charging exorbitantly. Despite this highflying cost of services, these clinics offer low quality medication oblivious of the desperate patients’ plight. Additionally, these unlicensed medical practitioners administer counterfeit drugs that pose great health risk to vulnerable patients.


However, those who are not priviledged are left on the hospitals beds with no proper attention. Patients admitted to the hospitals long before the strike took off are still there, complaining of the poor services they have been exposed to compare to the enhanced concern they enjoined before.


Even though some doctors have assumed the Good Samaritan role of helping their patients with or without positive feedback from the government, these distressed patients still exclaim that medical standards are far below the mark. Nonetheless, these patients are holding onto the thin thread of hope this strike will soon be a story of the past.


For a long period of time the impoverished in Kenya have been living on the government’s mercy from distribution of relief foods, health provision and settlement. When these privileges are withdrawn they are left with little or no alternative than to keep fingers crossed for the return of these bounties.


The government should urgently step in to resolve this stalemate for the betterment of all citizens. A stitch in time saves nine.