THE KENDER BRAND

It was barely noon as I could tell from the darkness that still engulfed the room and I was still seated at the same spot I had been for the last 8 hours. The liquor bottle was half empty and I couldn’t see well enough to notice exactly what the time said. The red light beeping on my phone was an indication of either missed calls or text messages I had to respond to but I had no strength for either.  I tried lifting my self from the chair but the headache I felt out weighed my urge to stand. I couldn’t keep up with this. This has been going on since I got back from work four days ago. The wordings of the letter still appeared to me like an apparition. The years I had put into working overtime, late nights, failed relationship due to a demanding job and even unplanned out of town trips were all in vain. Seated in a sweat drenched pajamas, 34, single and with no job.  As these thoughts kept flooding my mind, I felt more depressed, drowning and almost suicidal. I had no idea where to star

Re-living childhood, the globe of a lantern was as precious as a golden ornament that is not to be toiled with. I was the careless one out of the three kids my parents had so the revered duty of washing the globe was assigned to my elder sister and she did it diligently. Every evening at exactly 4pm, she would assemble the two lanterns we had and carefully washed the glasses which availed us the luxury of enjoying an unsteady flickering brightness  when power went off. She was not to be distracted as she carried out this duty so as not to break the glass. I was also smart enough to steer clear while she performed this ritual. Not even in my wildest dream did I imagine that this chore will ever pass by and not to be observed by kids now.  Lucky them some would say, but I say it’s a shame that they were not opportune to learn this lesson the lantern taught my sister and I.  Unknowingly to us, we learnt so much from the lantern that as the flashes of nights spent around the flickering lig

Sleep has eluded me so many nights in a row. I stay up at night freely allowing my mind to wonder into depths that I could really never fathom. Sometimes I drift into sleeping and continue to ponder in my dreams, and sometimes the first ray of sunshine hits my face as I sip my coffee over just two hours of sleep  This night was specifically different. After gulping two cups of cold water, I paced around the living room asking myself this question......”what’s the next right step”?  I couldn’t really get an answer immediately, however it struck me that I may not be the only one in this fix at the moment. A whole lot has happened to the world in a space of 3 to 4 months and virtually everyone has been affected in one way or the other. It’s been a time of sober reflection for some, while for some it’s been a time to achieve a lot both financially and intellectually. I’ve been influenced majorly this period and in as much as I really never expected the outcome of this whole shift in nature

Introducing Kender's first Art event tittled ''Sip & Sketch. It's a night of sipping and pencil sketching amongst other fun inspirational activities like 2020 vision board planning, spoken word poetry and meeting great minds.  WHY SIP & SKETCH? Sketching is a therapeutic way of relieving stress. It's been known to enhance brain development and improve focus and attention. Kender leveraged on this initiative to organize an event aimed at helping it's participants develop strategic thinking and improve creativity for a greater life plan while creating Art (with or without experience in pencil sketching) HIGHLIGHTS OF THE EVENT Live Pencil Sketching Spoken word poetry  2020 vision board planning Cocktails Great Music Dance! Dance! Dance! Come experience a Magical night of creating Art and releasing all the creative juices for a great 2020.  Date: 14th December, 2019 Venue: will be released soon Time:

There was a disturbing amount of fear in her eyes, her lips quivered in deception and her nose twitched for every time she lied. I could sense distress in her tone, but her words mocked my observations. I saw beneath the lies her mouth spoke but I had no reason to doubt the gentle words she spewed, a barrage of loosely knitted words as they flew out of her. Life’s a gift, ‘’I began’’, wrapped and handed over to us. Many unwrap theirs with positive anticipation and an eager spirit hoping to get all they have dreamed of, while some do the opposite. Do we have what it takes to pick the ‘’Perfect’’ gift? I’ll give a negating answer as we are all given a perfect gift regardless of our individuality or personality, however we all have different unwrapping process. Her’s was no different experience from most millennials. Value was placed on the distractions and mundane values other than the wealth of experience and re-shapening gained from the process. Ladened wi

The brown rusty leaves rolled over her legs as she sat helpless on the grass. The park was sparsely populated which made it very easy to stay unnoticed. Lifting her head, struggling to see through the heavy clog of tears welling up in her eyes. The day was getting dark, darkness has become her place of solace. She kept a steady gaze at the kids running freely, playing catch while she battled with the decision of either staying back or going home. Home? That house didn’t feel like home and it hasn’t felt like home in a long while. The mind drifted to when she was a child with little or nothing contending for space or attention in her head except for love and the ‘’can do spirit’’, which spurred her to fly without wings and run without shoes to distances that were unimaginable. She lived as free as the wind and that was the bliss of childhood which she fought to get rid of and step into adult shoes. Since stepping into those overly talked about shoes, its been filled with

   Chapter Two                 --She was a museum full of ART, but everyone shut their eyes at her               From the forced study time in a bid to pass exams under the influence of maama’s baritone voice to the long minutes spent in the bathroom having a swell time flipping through the pages of adult magazines and her best romance novels. The models on the cover enticed her with their slender perfect figures and the stories about women who conquered the world was a delight. Most importantly, she loved to watch the shirtless men who were used to advertise colognes and perfumes that no one really saw other than the chiseled abs of the models. Time, they say really does fly, and so did the years spent in secondary school. Welcomed into a larger world of diversity and conflicting opinions on life issue in the university was becoming a problem which she looked forward to solving. She struggled to fit even though she headed her own clique. Girls and boys that found th