15/02/2020
Adopt a more inclusive way of living and kill the narcissistic noise.
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Seeing through the eyes of your heart
14/02/2020
How clear is your conscience with regard to serving humanity?
13/02/2020
Fill your soul with a love for humanity.
12/02/2020
Emancipate yourself from mental slavery and realize your role in humanity.
11/02/2020
Human service is all in love. Live it.
10/02/2020
Touch a soul or two, and discover the human in you.
09/02/2020
Humanity is in us all. It must however be awakened.
08/02/2020
Give life not death.
07/02/2020
We are first human before we are anything else. Let's live like it.
06/02/2020
Whatever you want to do, is it Evil or Good? Choose wisely.
05/02/2020
Practice some more love, show some more compassion.
04/02/2020
How can you love humanity as a whole and not love your neighbor?
03/02/2020
Having faith is the first step.
02/02/2020
You are exactly what you need to become what you want to be. Keep refining yourself.
01/02/2020
Live life like you will never live it again.
20/01/2020
Beauty on Tuku Inword
31/12/2019
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! This year we win more.
22/12/2019
WANT A HUG? GET IN LINE -- Most men will relate to this. In every man’s life, at a certain age, girls are the only trophy worth sweating for. Girls seem like mini gods of some sort. During that time, most of us never had a profile of the girl we wanted. No. Anyone in a skirt and not taller or bigger than us that looked hot enough would work. It is like the climax of the dry spell if you look at the demand and availability of opportunities to meet girls, and also given that this time finds us in high school. These are the times when boys are discovering their bodies and are excited about the abilities they realize they have. So every school event that would come up that involved girls being attending, boys would kill to go for these school activities. Sadly, not all of us could play games, were good in math or had some cool ideas to present in the science congress. But thank God for set books, symposiums and benchmarking. Another opportune time for boys and girls to meet was during mid-term breaks and school closing days. They would hook up on the way home and the way back to school. It was a lot of fun sitting next to a pretty girl you liked, that liked you, back in a PSV Nissan full of fellow peers each in the same state as you and just talking about everything as the music played loud through the fourteen seater speakers with the driver speeding to the limits of 120 km/h. This was life.
Sadly, enough, not all the boys were good at talking to girls. Some men still can’t talk to girls. These boys always had the hardest time if they would by any chance find themselves next to a girl. They would keep checking if they are well dressed, if they smelled sweaty, ensure not to disturb the girl in an effort to try and impress her… How ironical is this last point? You seat next to a damsel, a pretty damsel, you like her and would die for a chance to be her boyfriend and the best thing you can do is smile back at her when she by chance looks your way and then you act like you do not need anything from her. How lame? And assuming she was an understanding one, she talks to you. Then what do you do? You become the girl in the conversation and you just answer all the questions she asks without seizing the opportunity and making a worthwhile conversation out of it, one that she may remember you in a good way for and that would make her want to talk to you the next time you maybe meet on your way home or in another school event. And as if that is not enough since she kind of is into you, she keeps with you the whole day and when it is time to say goodbye, she gives you that puppy look. That look that says, “I had a lot of fun today. Thank you for spending time with me. I will miss you and think of you often when I get back to school, and I like you too.” Then right at that moment when it seems so obvious that you should hug her, you extend your right hand to say your goodbyes. And she takes it unwillingly to show you that it’s OK to hug, but you don’t see the signs. Then she leaves and you get back to school and restlessly wait for the closing date to come that you may see her again. The day comes, you get to the bus stage, then you see her and she sees you too. And just when you think to go and meet her, she says something to her friends and they leave in a different direction as her friends look your way to see who it is they are running from. That must really hurt. Which leads me to the main story.
Just the other day as high school students were going back to school, I happened to be in Machakos, my home county. Specifically, around the bus stage. My uncle was going to pay a dowry and I had to be there to help him. I was looking for a sisal rope to tie the new mattress, we were talking to the in-laws when I saw them. A group of five high school boys was walking with one pretty lady, a few inches taller than them all. I figured she was an elder relative of one of them, either cousin or maybe a girlfriend to one of them. How she kept close to one of them and how both he and she stayed further behind the rest of the group suggested that she was closest to this one boy. The others looked like wingmen. Which had me asking, who needs four wingmen? Or maybe the boy is a school champion. That I will never know. It was what followed when the lady decided to not es**rt them further that captured my attention most.
She gave the main guy a very long hug as the other boys stood there watching like dogs watching their master as he chews on a bone of meat hoping to get a taste. There was hope in their eyes that they too would get a hug from the said lady. She was not up for it and it broke their hearts. But thanks to the pity she felt for them, she decided to. And this is where I laughed. The boys came towards her with speed and vigor pushing each other out of their ways that it looked like they were fighting. Their excitement could not be concealed. The main guy stood between them and saved the lady from getting pushed into a sewage trench they were standing next to. It is then that she said it. “If you want a hug, get in line!” For a second there I thought that their egos would not let them accept these terms, but their desire to feel a female’s body against their own was more superior at this particular time. They got in line, got their hugs and as soon as the lady was not in their vicinity, they started celebrating and you could see a change in their walking styles. The boys were bouncing head high, chest front, and their egos almost in the sky.
Their smiles were genuine and the pride they had inside brought them true joy. As humiliating as it may seem, these boys had a moment of greatness right there and then. They did not only have a reason to feel cool, but they also had a story to tell their peers when they got back to school. It will be exaggerated, and all the bad parts will be removed, but the bottom line, they had a story to tell.
17/10/2019
LOSING & GAINING FRIENDS - I never get to say that I am perfect. Not because I cannot say it. We all can. I choose not to say it for fear of being ignorant and inconsiderate after a long while of self-inflicting that kind of foolishness into myself. It has taken me a fairly long while to get met to where I am and for me to gain an almost clear understanding of what it is that I want to do with my life. It on my path of getting here that I got to clearly see how two people, two close friends, could drift apart and become strangers for reasons they couldn’t explain. I was not okay with this, but I had to learn how to be okay with it because life was never taking me back to where I came from.
I, therefore, chose to keep the friends I had left so close to me and I did a lot to make sure that I would come through for them each time that they needed my aid. At that point, I knew nothing would get between me and them. My hopes proved true, until the day I started realizing a pattern in one of them that really got me thinking. I had become an enabler of his dependant traits and this friend in particular never really cared to go dutch on anything that we both needed to have. It got so bad and it escalated to them not seeking consent from me whenever they needed something that I had, be it in plenty or not. I had a conversation with them about the issue after a long time of complaining to myself and to my other friends, and he understood it. Or so I thought. A while later, he pulled the same stunt. What made this possible was the presence of a common friend that he and I have. I had to confront him about the same a second time and this was even worse for me compared to the first confrontation. My heart weighed heavy, but this was the only way I could inform my friend of how he had wronged me.
This happens to all of us. Once in a while, we get into a situation whereby the people we love and care for take advantage of us. You cannot blame them nor allow them to use you unless you both are using each other at the same level. Particularly, in the area of finances. If they are taking advantage of your kindness, be gentle and stern with how you put the point across to them, and keep reminding them of the same when the behavior shows again. Also, don’t be so keen to show them how much you don’t need them. Instead, be the wiser and help them through the problems where you can, but only if they are willing to learn. The idea is to identify those friends that are worth suffering for, and belonging with them. It good friends that helped me see and deal with my other good friend’s ill behavior. We all need support. You don’t have to do it alone.
15/10/2019
SELF-CORRECT - Each morning I wake up, I start a train of thoughts about humanity. I think about the ones I Love, I think about the ones I don't. I think about why I love and cross-examine why I don't. I think about poverty and how I do not want any bit of it, and as I smile in my thoughts of one day being wealthy, my face slowly turns from stupid happy to a focused and keenly thoughtful one as I draw plans on how to get the big money. I take a break and start going through my WhatsApp checking out funny memes and posts on people's statuses. Then it crosses my mind, somehow, how I used to look forward to viewing her status updates. I think about how we shared silly memes and how much we enjoyed being in each other's arms, naked. I then start to regret losing all the pleasure and love she brought into my life. Midway into my self-destructive thoughts, I remember I am looking for a woman I can wife and probably make the mother of my children, and every reason why I had to leave comes back to me.
I think about her a lot and miss her like crazy too, asking myself silly questions like, "Where will I find another like you, one that is willing to self-correct too?" I definitely want better, and I am certain she does too. This is why each morning I wake up, I self-correct. I hope she does the same too. I pray you self-correct too.
10/10/2019
So many thoughts, so much pain
Wars fought, hope drained
So many thoughts, none is spoken
Afraid the world, will label us broken
So many thoughts, battles we lose
Vulnerable nights, drugs and booze
So many thoughts, nothing to say
The lie grown ups, call being okay.
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