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My Heritage My Splendor

12th December 1964.

The day we became a republic. Our Jamhuri day. A day up till now we celebrate. (I wrote this title at a time when I felt so proud of Kenya. It’s sad that at this time I do not write on a positive note)

I’m afraid this day has become nothing but a day to get off work. We have forgotten how it all came to being. How people fought and died so that we can get our freedom, so that we can run our own country. In a previous article, I asked “Are we still colonized?“. I urged us to wake up and stand for our country. But what is happening now?

I weep for my country. The news now a source of stress and depression. Our leaders use our problems against us without our knowledge. Ignorance blinds us to reason. Demonstrations day after day with people getting hurt, some dying even. Businesses running on constant losses with our economy taking a nose dive? Children in all their innocence now know what tribalism is. Only that they do  not know that it is a disease that eats us from the inside, breaking down our systems and killing us slowly.

I grieve for Kenya. Hopelessness now the order of the day. The nurses’ strike has devastated the citizens with some seeking medical attention in neighboring countries. Not that they can afford a flight ticket, most of them have never even been out of their county. But what else can they do when their own country fails them? The youth have been promised employment opportunities regime after regime, still nothing. So I understand the desperation and the need for change. Being a young person I can relate to the struggles of working hard without knowing whether after obtaining your degree, you will get a job.

I wail for my homeland. I aspire to make a difference but I only have one vote. As citizens we queue for long hours to choose our leaders. We do not go to steal votes. Why can’t our leaders take our decision as is?? Non of them is innocent. They are all guilty of cheating and stealing from us. It gets to a point we choose between the evil we know and the evil we don’t know. Still after every election we hear about rigging and there is always a party that feels disadvantaged. What I think, and anyone is free to disagree, they all steal… only that one does it better than the other.

I pray for my motherland. That wisdom shall rain on each and every one of us. One politician said that we should not trust politicians. But we all know that politics definitely affects our growth as a country. So I pray that we may be wise and make decisions without thinking of our tribe or following a person blindly. I pray that we may only think of what is best for us as a country in unison. That the youth may get together and find better ways to solve our problems instead of burying our own. That the police may give security to peaceful protesters while businesses run smoothly. That the courts may make the right decisions considering today and the days to come. I pray that we will get servant leaders that put the country first.

This is our country and we will live here longer than the years a leader can be in power. People already shed blood and lost lives fighting for freedom, democracy and for Kenyan citizens. So why should we do it all over again? Most especially, why should we fight among ourselves??

 

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Posted in Life, Motivation, Uncategorized

On a mission

I came to a realisation…

My life is boring. And I think I know why…
No, it’s not because I’m single (although at one point I was convinced that this was the reason). For the past 10 weeks or so, we have been doing this book ‘Mizizi’ in our youth church. For it to be successful, we had to be divided into smaller groups and I ended up in a wonderful group which we later named ‘The’ GANG’ 😎😎. So what happened is that every Sunday after the service we would meet to discuss about the week’s reading. We always started with how our week was. I would listen to people and think, “wow, that’s great!”. But then it came to me and all I had to say was, “My week was fine, nothing much happened”. And that really bugged me…
All through life, I have always had a thing for adventure. I like to travel, hike, walk in thick forests, climb ropes to challenge myself, row a boat yet I don’t know how to swim (I’m guessing this is more reckless than adventurous but nonetheless I enjoy it). In short, I love adrenaline charged activities. I also enjoy art in its every form. Be it music, drawings, poetry name it all. And finally I like a bit of sports. So with interests in all these things one would not expect me to get bored, at least I didn’t expect it.
But I had nothing that made my heart cartwheel in its place. What was I passionate about? What would I do in my sleep? What is it that I’d do early in the morning without being grumpy? It is questions like these that led me to the ultimate query… What is my purpose in life??
Someone once said that a man has two important days in his life. The first, is the day he was born. If you don’t celebrate your birthday, I suggest that you start doing so. The second, is the day they find out why. Now, I already know when I was born but I do not know why yet. The funny bit is, everything that’s happening around me right now is about my purpose. Have you ever felt like all forces of the earth are conspiring to send you a message, but you don’t have good reception? That’s me right now.

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But I did get a little information from the message. After a lot of effort I decoded a few kilobytes as follows:-
1. What are you passionate about?
What is it that you love doing?? What sets your heart on fire? It probably is something that God meant for you to be doing in and with your life. He wouldn’t give you a purpose that would bore you or make your life devoid of joy.
2. What bothers you deeply?
Do ever look at a situation and think it should not be that way or you feel like it needs fixing? Chances are that you already have the solution. If something grieves your heart then it’s your job to fix it. Don’t stand aside and think that someone else will do it. It may not be disturbing them as much as it’s disturbing you. Your purpose may lay there.
3. What are you good at?
We all have talents. Some of us discovered them early in life, while the rest of us are late bloomers 🙄. So find out what it is you’re good at. If you don’t know yet, try asking the people around you. I believe that God likes His work done well. So He must have equipped you with the skills to carry out your mission. I mean how would He send you to battle without full body armour, a sword and a shield? Not that we’re going to war or something, well you get the point.

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When asking yourself these questions, it’s important to go back to the creator and ask for instructions. A wise someone once said that ‘When purpose is unknown, abuse is inevitable’. I found that the best way to discover your purpose is to go back to the manufacturer and get a user manual. Let God be the one to reveal your purpose to you. Besides, He knew you before you were born😊😁…
I am on a journey. I’m yet to answer the above 3 questions. But I thought I should share this. Some may already know their purpose, others might be pursuing it but they didn’t know it and some may be at the starting point like me.
Find out your purpose and pursue it.

That was just an introduction. A friend of mine, after hearing about my struggles shared these links with me:-

Pursuing Purpose- Part 1 // Bayless Conley
Pursuing Purpose- Part 2 // Bayless Conley
I hope you find them enlightening.

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Suicide, a cry for help

For those who may not know, I write short musings and thoughts on Instagram @alfie_ciru_the_blog every day. So what I do is just before I sleep, I note something down then post it in the morning. So yesterday night, when I was about to sleep, I had the idea to write something short. Few words that carry a lot of weight. The last time I had this thought, here’s what I came up with:-

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This time round, the words that came to mind first were “Love me”. But before I noted them down, a memory knocked on my brain like ‘hello, do I mean nothing to you??’. So naturally, I had to pause and rethink the whole thing. Due to the endless election break, I watched the entire Harry Potter series. So imagine me putting my face in a pensieve… In case you are not a die-hard Harry Potter fan, this is the silver basin/bowl that Dumbledore had in his cabinet in which he used to review his memories (I sound geeky, I know😊). Now, in my memory, I was walking with someone in the arboretum garden. I do love and enjoy long walks of nature. And on this particular day, we found a few guys staring up into the trees and talking with this concerned look on their faces. One of them was a police man. Of course my first instinct was to stop in my tracks. I prefer to stay away from the ‘boys in blue’ as we used to call them in our primary school English compositions.  But the person I was with was a curious one and wanted to know what was going on. Luckily, before we got closer, one of the guys walked towards us on his way out of the park. We stopped him and asked what was happening. I had a few expectations of what his answer would be. They had found drugs stashed somewhere in the bushes or someone was running away from the police and ended up hiding in the trees.

But the answer he gave was not one I had anticipated.

They had found a man, well dressed in a suit and nice shoes, hanging on a branch.😯😯. Even right now, after writing that sentence, I just froze like I did back then. I mean what do you say after hearing such news?

The society shuns the idea of suicide so much that the person doesn’t even get a proper burial, or even mourning. The family feels disgraced and disappointed that they almost disown the person. But do we ever pause to think about the real issue here?

I mean can you imagine just how sad a person has to be and how lonely they must feel to think of just ending their lives? For example, that man in the park. From the way he was dressed, what huge problems could he have had? He must have had a good job to afford to be  smart. But it’s not always about material things, now is it?? After that day at arboretum, there was a lot of talk in the news and talk shows about suicide. I don’t know if it was just a coincidence or I needed to hear it.

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Do you feel like this? You are still worthy of it all… Hold on

For someone to get to a point of really going through with suicide, they must have mulled over the idea over and over again. They must have reached out for help either directly or indirectly. What am I trying to say here? Be observant of the people around you. When you hear them say “I’m tired of life…” Or “I could just kill myself…”, really ask them what is going on. At times people take their own lives because they feel that no one would miss them or that it wouldn’t make a difference whether they are alive or not. But they don’t say the grave is the richest place for no reason. Each and every one of us has a purpose and were created for a reason. Being there for our loved ones and making sure they know it is the first step. In this day and age, parents know close to nothing about their children. I have even heard of a situation where a mother drove her eldest daughter to suicide out of neglect and indifference. A child takes his/her life and the parents are left in shock. They didn’t see it coming. Why? Because they have no relationship with their kids. Apart from “have you eaten? How are you performing in school? What time will you be getting home?”, there is no personal relationship between the two parties. Which is quite sad if you really think about it.

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You don’t have to give up

I always say my base, my ground zero and where I go back to ‘rejuvenate’ is back home with family. What if one doesn’t have that? What do they do? Whom do they turn to?

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After remembering the incident, here’s what I came up with

Another important thing is, in order to get help, you must be ready to take the risk and ask for it. Trust me there are always people ready and willing to offer it. They may not understand what you are going through, but just by listening they could make all the difference. If you can’t find solace at home or with your friends, try your place of worship or even a guidance counselor. It doesn’t have to be someone you know. For more information on that check out https://www.befrienderskenya.org… they might be of help.

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Most times, this is all it takes. A problem shared is a problem half solved

I think it’s high time we see the situation as it really is. At times it could be a mental illness of some sort and other times it could just be hopelessness. Depression should also be taken seriously. Do you know even children get depression? It takes a whole community to battle this. We should not stereotype people who consider suicide as their way out as being too weak to face the world or strong enough to take the difficult way out.

It all comes back to LOVE. You are loved!!!

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Let no one tell you otherwise!!!

I would love it if I got to hear your thoughts about this through the comments🙂. I may not be a professional, but I like to listen and help where I can.

Thank you for reading ☺

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All About Me

Do you have times or moments when you just wanna tap yourself on the back?? I do.

I remember sometime last year I was at a bad place. Nothing serious or anything but I really felt a weight that held me down like an anchor. Only I wasn’t in need of it. Yes I did need an anchor, everybody does. Something that keeps you grounded, something that reminds you who you are, something good and not a burden like I had.

Identity is important. I did have an identity, or so I thought. I later realised that I had let other people define me. Between 2015 and 2016 I lost two very important people to me (no, they’re not dead, in fact they are alive and well… How do I know that? I see them almost everyday). Over this period, I preferred to sit by myself and mull over the occurrences that led to us falling apart. I blamed them for some time, then I blamed me and did it all over and over until my mind got tired. I remember one time I just lay on the floor, it was cold by the way, because I felt like my problems were getting earthed. The cold floor brought a cooling effect to my body and mind. And for a long 30 minutes, I just lay there. I may not be an overly-social person, but I had lost they energy to interact with people. Why would I when I couldn’t even prevent myself from hurting them?

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I got to a point where I questioned my goodness. You know when you’re in a relationship and everything is going so good that you just want to mess it up?? Hehe, that’s me. It didn’t matter what the other person thought or felt. I’m guessing losing the people closest to me was like a wake up call.

But that was early 2016. Fast forward to 2017, I’m feeling much better 🤗. I’m having healthy relationships with my friends, I don’t have as many but they’re good ones, with my family, we’ve always been close😍, and most importantly with myself. I don’t let other people define me and that I can be fine being alone, not lonely but alone. I used to fear being just me, so I clung on to people who didn’t really get me. And when they were no longer there, I crumbled. In order to stifle the loud condemning voices in my head, I sought company. I never took time to deal with me and my issues, I just preferred to ignore them.

But now, I feel like I can rule the world!!💪 I do fall back into old habits once in a while but the improvement is massive. I exercise regularly, I have gained healthy weight 😄 ( this was a struggle), I give myself a lot of me time, I go for things that I want and could better my future and my first goal is to make me happy, the rest can sort themselves.

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This is the order of the events of my life

I know who my master is. Right now, I’m trying to find my mission, my purpose. I’m making sure I grow as a person before inviting anyone else to share this rollercoaster of a life with me. I am making my future brighter for my sake and the sake of my future generations. I have always wanted to make a difference in the world, doesn’t matter if I only manage to touch one person’s world. Above all, my aspiration in life is to be happy (stolen from Beyonce 😂)

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The foreshadow 3

Hello dear reader, welcome back…

I would suggest that you first read The foreshadow

And The foreshadow 2

The foreshadow continues…

Her weekend was long and uneventful. She had gone home on Saturday and to church on Sunday. What was it the preacher had talked about? Running your race?? She had drifted off immediately the word ‘running’ was mentioned. Thought about that guy who had run off on Friday. Rosita knew she had seen enough of him to recognize who he was, but it seemed she had hit her head pretty badly. Monday came and she couldn’t wait to go back to school. Not that she enjoyed the classes or anything. First period ended and she still had no clue as to who was at the door that night. She was staring straight ahead when she walked out of class, at the rails along the stairs.
Then she saw it… It looked exactly the same.
The hand that had a green watch around its wrist. Rosita pushed through the crowd trying to get to him but since she was short, it wasn’t easy. Then she had grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him back so hard he fell. In less than two seconds she was on top of him holding his collar like she was ready to mess up his face. Before she could say anything, the gravity of what she had just done weighed heavily on her. She stood up, her head hanging. At this time, everyone was either amazed by her guts or laughing at her stupidity. Her legs were her best friend at the time as they carried her off to safety far away from her embarrassing moment.
So on this morning, she could not believe that of all people, she had to bump into her lecturer… After almost beating him up black and blue. He calmly invited her to his office expecting and explanation. Problem is, how would she explain that she thought he was some guy who behaved like a stalker?? He offered her a seat and she sunk in the chair hoping it would swallow her. “Umh, what were you thinking last week? I had to go to hospital to get my back checked you know!!!!”. Whatever strength he’d had to hold in his anger before had worn out. When Rosita hesitated, he banged his fists on the table and stood up towering over her. He looked like akuu with his red eyes and scary demeanor. This was not going to end well. She opened her mouth to say something but she was too shaken to utter a word.
Relief is an understatement when it comes to what she felt when the door was opened and a young man’s voice said, “It’s not her fault, it’s mine”. She stood up to see who it was and just sighed. She knew there was something familiar about the figure she had seen…

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The foreshadow 2

Welcome back dear reader. If you hadn’t read “The Foreshadow” click here

It had been on a Friday evening. The room was empty. Everyone but her had left immediately the class was over. Rosita wished she wasn’t alone on a Friday but her friends had gone on a road trip to Nyali Beach Hotel. She went through her gallery looking at the photos they had sent her. She had really missed out on a lot of fun. School of Engineering was really messing up her life. So she decided to put on some music. With no one else around she had no need to put on her earphones. A few minutes into her playlist, she was feeling much better. Her favourite song came on and she jumped to her feet. She knew she was a good dancer as long as she had no one to prove it to. She found some space and started dancing letting the music uplift her spirit and the beat sync with her heart beat. Soon her eyes were closed with her hands waving in the air, her body moving to the rhythm. She was really feeling it.
Until she heard a sound… some movement that startled her making her turn so sharply she almost lost her balance. “Who is that?”. Before anyone could answer, she rushed to the door and pulled it open. There was nobody at the door. She peeked down the hallway and saw a figure going down the stairs. Tensed, Rosita ran after it. She knew her behavior went against everything she believed in. Every time she watched a scary movie and the character went towards the danger, she thought it was plain stupid. Right now, she was being plain stupid. But she somehow understood how one would do that. The curiosity made it thrilling, like a spy or detective. Missing a step on the staircase brought her mind back to reality but it was too late. She went rolling down the stairs and bumped her head so hard she felt her brain matter would be pushed out of her all so tiny head. Everything went black.
When she came to, the first thing she did was look at her watch. She was overwhelmed with relief to know that she had only been out for five minutes. She tried to move around just to check if anything was broken. Apart from the bump on her head she seemed fine. She took hold of the railing and pulled herself to her feet. The building was empty and quiet. So who could have been at the door? Had they seen her? And if so, why did they even run away? Why did they hide. Why did he hide? Rosita was sure it was a guy… Question is, which one? Who could it have been?
She had this feeling at the pit of her stomach. One she did not like at all. Something smelt fishy and she had to find out what…

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Mother, my hero!!!

They say all babies are beautiful, but that was not he case when it came to him. His head was too big for his body, his eyes oddly wide, his ears stuck out too much and his teeth didn’t fit in his mouth. People were not particularly flustered when he smiled at them. They did not fuss after him and when he cried, they did not care. Only one person did. His mother. Every time he shied away from a group of kids and kept to himself in a corner, she called out to him and when he did not answer, she took the children to him. When he did not trust his answer when doing his homework, she helped him out and reminded him “You can do it!”. Years later when he stared at himself in the mirror for too long, she’d say “If you keep staring at your handsome self for so long, you will go blind.” And he believed every word she said. That he was handsome. That he could do it all. When others did not believe in him, he thought of his mother, smiled to himself and went ahead to prove them wrong.

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Twenty five years into his life, he realized the truth. He wasn’t ugly or insufficient. He was perfectly normal. His featured seemed enormous when he was a baby for the simple reason that he was a baby. By now he had grown well into his skin. People were flustered when he smiled at them or laughed, just not as much as his mother. They did care when he cried only that by the time they reacted to his outburst, his mother was already by his side sweeping him into her arms. The love she gave him made all else seem exiguous. And people doubted his skills and expertise because that is just how the world is.

When she called him handsome, it was no lie. How did he know that? As he stood in front of a crowd of friends and family looking straight ahead all he could see was the most beautiful lady he had ever seen (after his momma of course). At the altar when he said I do to his now wife, his heart was swell. ” Why are you afraid to approach her? She would be the luckiest girl in the world if she had you by her side…” His mother was never wrong when it came to some things. She always said that he was the best gift that God had ever given her, but he would like to tell her… I… would like to tell you that you are the gift here. Mom, because of you I am and because of your love I grew up to be the man I am today. You never denied me anything, well apart from the play station 2 I had wanted as a kid. But you knew what was best for me. You encouraged me despite my lack of self belief. You allowed me to explore and discover what I did best. Allowed me to pursue my passion and become my own person. I realised I have never told you all these things. So instead I wrote them down. I love you mom!!!!! What else can I say? I’m grateful, thankful, happy and many other things…

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY MOM!!!!

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Social Media on the up side

How long has it been since my last post? Close to three weeks🤔?? I remember when I started blogging. I aimed at posting an article every week… and I did manage, while I was on holiday. But then we started the semester and I would like to say that campus life is all fun and games but someone clearly lied to me while I was in high-school. Almost everyone who came to preach or motivate us (I’m guessing most of us had their fair share of such) told us the same thing. “This is the hardest level of education. When you get to university, you will have all the time to do all these social things you cry for and the best thing is, no one will be running after you.’ May they all face the wrath of karma for lying to us!!!😠 The only true bit is that no one is running after you. I don’t know about the rest of you though. Maybe I could be the only one mourning the death of my social life since I got to the 3rd year of university. Let’s have a moment of silence please…

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Meanwhile let’s appreciate the magnificence of this sunset. Photo by:- Candles Online

Now we resume.

So, since I cannot have an active one on one social life, I am thankful for social media. THANK YOU MARK ZUCKERBERG!!!!👍 Honestly though, I haven’t been tech savvy until I was forced to step up in order to fit in our engineering class. I was the last to join facebook, instagram and snapchat (which I am still trying to understand). But I really like the idea of interacting with people without having to meet them. This may have something to do with my weird relationships with strangers. My parents though, and many more, definitely do not share my sentiments. Social media makes you lazy, rots your brains and will make you poor while you make others rich are just a few of their views and thoughts. But here are a few things parents don’t know about social media. Actually let me summarize them to two.

  1. Social Media gives you exposure

Well there is good exposure and bad exposure. The bad kind definitely stands out more and is the reason for the bad name. Other than that, it’s all good. I can barely count the times when I have had brilliant ideas just browsing. Social media has become my encyclopedia and at times a source of motivation. The beautiful dresses, shoes, cars and houses online are all the motivation I need to make my life ‘The life to live’.

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People get access to information on twitter and are able to air their grievances, something Kenyans and Trump have become really fond of. Hashtags are bringing more change and awareness than ever before. I have visited countries and attended events via my screen. I mean it doesn’t get better than that. Well that’s a tiny lie.  I would love to be in these places in person, sponsors are welcome… J.K

And now the most valuable point. Drum-rolls please…

2. Social Media can give you a career

I won’t even try to use my own words. I am a huge Instagram fan and as I was doing my daily rounds, I came across the following:

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Are you as impressed as I am? Was this an eye-opener? I know what some of these words mean separately but together, I don’t think I understand what they mean yet. But I already think I have an idea of what I want to do with my life.

Businesses nowadays depend on social media for marketing solutions. Start-ups grow right in front of our eyes. Talents are nurtured and turned into money makers at unbelievable ages. That’s social media for us in the 21st century. Everything is going online people… don’t get left behind. Be in the front line!

If your hobby involves passing time on Facebook, complaining on Twitter, practicing your photography on Instagram or experimenting on Snapchat, know that your life is not entirely a waste. There is still hope for you and a bright future ahead too…

Speaking of which, I acknowledge that I haven’t been posting as often as I would like to. Hehe… Writer’s block is real people. I have seen it. Always thought it was a myth. In order to write, inner peace is required. Since it proves difficult to write long articles due to lack of this peace and quiet, I do my writing on Instagram. Scroll to the bottom of the page to see what I have been up to while I was M.I.A. Hit the follow button too😊😊, on both Instagram and the blog…

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LONG LIVE SOCIAL MEDIA!!!

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Wake Up Kenya!!

3rd world?? What does that even mean? 🤔Are the 1st and 2nd world countries better than us? So what, we are broke and cannot help ourselves? But is that really true?
Let’s look at this step by step, shall we… Africa is known as the dark continent. Probably because we did not have electricity before the 1900’s. But we did have the sun right? It couldn’t have been that dark. Oh wait, come to think of it, it might have been. We had a large forest cover that was thick which could have blocked the light from getting to the ground. Oh well we’ll never know… So the whites, British to be exact, thought they would come to Kenya and enlighten us and we became the Kenya colony in 1920. Well that is when they made it official but we all know they had stayed for quite a while before that. From the history I learned in school and the set book ‘The River Between’, the Kenyan people fought for their freedom. The Kabaka guy, Mekatilili Wa Menza and Dedan Kimathi are just a few of the freedom fighters we read about almost every year.

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A few collaborated as they were taught about the Good news and introduced to education (these were the guys who followed the saying that ‘when life gives you lemons, make lemonade’). They knew that their weapons were nothing compared to the guns the whites carried with them everywhere. At times I’m not sure if I am happy about the whole colonizing thing or not. I mean sure the Gospel came to Kenya and we were able to access education and utilize most of our unused brain. But on lazy days, I curse the colonizers… I mean instead of going to class and sitting through a long tiresome lecture about the Maxwell’s equations or Bell and Schrodinger (Man I hate this guy😒😒, scientists are weird though. Why did they go ahead and see things that were supposed to be invisible?? Now we have all these things that we are supposed to know and are very difficult)… Uh-oh, I am way off topic. Where was I? Ah, the class. Instead of being in class, I could be somewhere in a forest digging for food maybe. Considering my age, I could have been married with some kids. Well over three I’m guessing. That’s a downside, but it would have been the norm. Walking in animal skin and bathing in the river… aaaah that would have been the life😎!!!

But hey, getting colonized was okay I guess. So here we are in the 21st century and it feels like we are still on a leash. We are still surviving on grants, deep in debt and cannot solve our own problems. The last few months I have attended a few conferences and it just hit me that we are so dependent on other countries. Not to sound ungrateful or anything, trust me I am full of gratitude. How is it that 54 years after becoming an ‘independent’ country we don’t live up to the name? I love our country and would not prefer to live anywhere else but honestly some times I am highly disappointed in ourselves. When I was seated in the UON towers, 6th floor, during a session in the Triple Helix Conference, a question came to my mind. “ARE WE STILL COLONIZED?”. I think the answer came to me just now. No! No, we are not colonized. We have handicapped ourselves. Kenya may seem well off from a far, but we are not doing anywhere close to good. In a population of 44 million, 42% live below the poverty line.

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That is not good at all…

That is like a machine that has an efficiency of 58%. Anyone knows that is not good at all. I remember there was a time when we used to say that foreigners cause war in African countries and meddle in our affairs to drain our resources. That may or may not be true, I don’t know and frankly I don’t care for now. I think it’s high time we stop shifting the blame. We take debts and grants from the world bank(or whoever) and for a moment there, we feel rich. Then we divide the cash among different ministries and counties with the intention of making change. Instead they land in people’s pockets thus the rich grow richer and the poor stay poor. We dwell on giving political solutions instead of technical ones. I mean how else would you explain the same road having to be repaired every rainy season, yet the same contractor will be hired time and time again? Right now the roads are being built by the Chinese. Does that mean that we do not have capable guys to do the job? Every year, well over 2000 engineers graduate from the universities. Where do they all disappear to? How is it that the youth are constantly crying that we lack jobs yet the doctors and teachers, in fact all professions, are complaining that they need more people? Strikes have become a day-to-day thing since that seems to be the only way to communicate. Inflation is a nightmare yet our salaries remain a constant. I know I sound like I am just pointing out what is wrong. That is exactly what I am trying to do.

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Kenya is a great country with huge potential and brilliant people (or is it just the ones surrounding me? Nuh, I don’t think so). Why don’t we take up responsibility for our own problems. I believe the solution is within us. I mean the problems are our own after all right? Let’s start with the coming elections. Let us all show up to vote and nominate great and honest leaders. Let’s be peaceful. Don’t harm your long term neighbor because they have different views from you. In fact, kura yako ni siri yako (your vote is your own secret). What is tribalism?? We should refuse to be split by something as trivial as tribal lines. WE ARE KENYA🇰🇪!!!

I invite us all to go read our National Anthem and sing it as a reminder of what our country is all about.

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New Love

Two strangers cross paths either by accident, as a coincidence or because the circumstances forced them to meet. They exchange a word or two and boom!!! They like each other. They think huh, we can be friends. They start meeting often. This time for coffee, another time for lunch or for a walk. They may be in a group of people or just them two, but they always have this connection that makes them feel as if they are alone. One is shy and the other is bold. One is full of fear but the other compensates this fear with courage. And soon they realise that it’s not just friendship anymore. It’s something more, but neither is ready to share. Other people start asking questions. “What’s up with you and so and so?”, ”I see you two are getting close 😉”… “What?? We are just friends 😶” They wonder if the other said something about them, told people that they felt something. Finally, the guy gathers courage and decides to speak out… in form of a love letter.

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Dear A,

I know that we’ve barely known each other for a long time and it may sound weird but please allow me to say what I’ve been thinking for quite some time now. When I first met you, I thought you were the most awkward person I have ever met leave alone seen. But then I got to know you and I realised that you’re not awkward; you’re just a beautifully unique human being. I know I sound like I am exaggerating things but this is my opinion of you. You made me view the world from a different perspective. You know like looking through a kaleidoscope; this is what I saw looking at the world from your eyes. The world just got that much colorful. I’ve always enjoyed your company. I like your smile, your laugh, the way your eyes become smaller and watery when you laugh hard. Always makes me laugh with you even when I don’t understand what the joke is all about. I like how you bite your lower lip when you are deep in thought or how you scratch your head when trying to find a solution to a problem. I like how you jump up excitedly when you finally get a solution; that phrase, what was it again? ‘Eureka, I’ve found it!!’ always cracked me up. I like that you’re a good listener. Every time I have a problem, you’re always there to give an ear. You may not have any solutions but this is always enough. I do not like to see you troubled or sad, it makes my heart cringe. But even when I cannot make the sadness go away, you know that you have a shoulder to cry on if shedding of tears is necessary. I like how your petite figure fits into mine every time we hug either hi or bye. Interestingly, I like the times we just sit there silently with nothing to tell each other. Occasionally stealing glances and looking away thinking the other hasn’t seen. I like how stubborn you are which leads us to have unending arguments. I like how strong-willed you are, that you never let anything keep you down. I like that you are a God fearing person. This is the reason I am convinced that you were made for me 😂. My missing rib maybe, if that actually exists. Most of my sentences begin with ‘I like’. Replace all the likes with love. The little I know about you makes me want to know more. The little time I have spent with you makes me want to spend more time with you. You may have probably heard all this before and it may all sound cliché but I’m just being sincere. This may not be a beautiful poem, it may not be a song, hell it may not even be enough to be called a love letter. But it is the true expression of what I feel the best way I know how. So many words and am not sure I’ve brought out any message. I guess what am trying to say is, I love you. Every bit of you, all your perfections and flaws, everything. I’d like us to be more than just friends, if you’d accept me. What say you?
Yours truly
-S-

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