Am at my desk trying to work my *** off, but boy! its proving to be hard.
I am thinking of this one guy who I can say has 'stolen' my heart and mind.
I have not seen him in like two and a half weeks. Quite a short while, 17 days to be exact.
He went away to far away land to expand his horizon.
Biggest secret ever, no one should know about it..Shhhhhh....do not even think about it.
But here I am thinking about him and writing about him.
This is crazy...Totally.
Grandma says " don't go getting confused" but here I am thinking about you and getting all confused.
Biggest secret ever, no one should know about it..Shhhhhh....do not even think about it.
But here I am thinking about him and writing about him.
Wednesday, 4 December 2013
Thursday, 11 July 2013
I was on what I refer to as 'my spot', on a not too busy street in town.
Whenever my ride back home takes a while longer, I sit there with a bag of chips and watch the people.
One Thursday evening my ride took longer than expected. Seated at my spot, I watched as people walked on by.
People from all walks of life passed by my spot. Most were clad in official wear; dresses, skirts and trouser suits and the likes.
I got distracted by the lady seated beside me.
She seemed cold and deep in thought.
She was clad in a black turban, a thick black and grey cotton jacket, brown, black and white flowery skirt. Black sandack (plastic, rubber like) shoes. Black seemed to be her theme colour.
Arms tightly folded on her chest, head stooped low.
Once in a while she looked up and laughed or smiled to herself.
Finally my ride came by and I had to say goodbye to 'my spot' and my distraction that evening.
Whenever my ride back home takes a while longer, I sit there with a bag of chips and watch the people.
One Thursday evening my ride took longer than expected. Seated at my spot, I watched as people walked on by.
People from all walks of life passed by my spot. Most were clad in official wear; dresses, skirts and trouser suits and the likes.
I got distracted by the lady seated beside me.
She seemed cold and deep in thought.
She was clad in a black turban, a thick black and grey cotton jacket, brown, black and white flowery skirt. Black sandack (plastic, rubber like) shoes. Black seemed to be her theme colour.
Arms tightly folded on her chest, head stooped low.
Once in a while she looked up and laughed or smiled to herself.
Finally my ride came by and I had to say goodbye to 'my spot' and my distraction that evening.
Thursday, 21 March 2013
My emotional side of life is totally complicated, confusing and somewhat twisted.
When it got this way, I don't really know but it feels as though its been that way forever.
Right now I could punch someone to feel much better.
Or maybe screaming will do, but then again it doesn't seem as though it will be of any help.
Aaaaaaaarrgh!!!|Could it all just change, the complications, the confusion and somewhat twisted.
I want to let it all out.
There is a bit of my heart that feels pain.
You know, the one where you want to reap your heart out.
Maybe I should try it out, not literally though.
Ok!I dont know what all do but the pain needs to go away like yesterday.
Whatever happened to the girl I used to know.
I should find her and all will be well.
I know! I know!
Should totally PRAY. I havent done so in a while.
I need the Lord to guide my everyday steps
I seem to have lost my way.
ITS TIME TO MAKE THAT MUCH NEEDED CHANGE IN MY LIFE.
When it got this way, I don't really know but it feels as though its been that way forever.
Right now I could punch someone to feel much better.
Or maybe screaming will do, but then again it doesn't seem as though it will be of any help.
Aaaaaaaarrgh!!!|Could it all just change, the complications, the confusion and somewhat twisted.
I want to let it all out.
There is a bit of my heart that feels pain.
You know, the one where you want to reap your heart out.
Maybe I should try it out, not literally though.
Ok!I dont know what all do but the pain needs to go away like yesterday.
Whatever happened to the girl I used to know.
I should find her and all will be well.
I know! I know!
Should totally PRAY. I havent done so in a while.
I took this on Sunday. One of my best days this past few months |
I seem to have lost my way.
ITS TIME TO MAKE THAT MUCH NEEDED CHANGE IN MY LIFE.
Thursday, 21 February 2013
Unshakeable Belief
By Maryanne Boro
“Faith is not the
belief that God will do what you want. It is the belief that God will do
what
is right.” Says Max Lucado in his book, ‘He
Still Moves Stones’. I am faced with a challenge, though not like
Moses in
leading the Israelites out of Egypt, but mine, is on how to develop an
amazing
piece on the meaning of religious faith. Some people base religious
faith on
dressing up, going to church for entertainment and others on action like
participating in church activities. As I ponder towards the subject, I
remember
what my Sunday school teacher said. “Faith is having belief in something
you
cannot see.” That statement did not make much sense back then, but now
it does.
But really in totality I think its belief in God. You are probably
asking, how,
having gone through different circumstances in life that were risky and
unsure,
I have been required to have faith.
Being a Christian,
certain circumstances have caused me to understand what religious faith
is. When
I was in class seven, my mum fell ill, a few days before my
confirmation. I was
in boarding school and could not go to see her in hospital. My brother
kept me
updated daily on how she was. At that time he was in class 3. I wrote
letters
every day to remind everyone about the confirmation but was still
worried that
no one would show up. On the confirmation day in September 2003, I stood
at the
pulpit with my fellow classmates, to receive the Body of Christ. I was
very
excited to see my mum. I was so glad she was no longer in pain. During
the
period when she was in hospital, I would pray that she would get better
and
that I am not forgotten on that particular day. It may have sounded like
a
selfish prayer, but I did not want mum to miss it. To me, that showed my
understanding of religious faith.
The subject on
religious faith is God’s way of showing Christians that without Him
being
physically here with us. We should still acknowledge His presence as the
true
Savior of mankind. Don’t you so too? Dressing up on Sunday and going to
church
to some people shows how faithful they are. But I differ after carefully
reflecting on what my Media and Christianity lecturer once said in
class,
“going to church is a culture and not a reflection of one’s faith.” From
her
words I gathered that faith is one’s relationship between God and man
.Believing that God is my personal Savior and professing about to it to
family,
friends and those in my journey of life.
You have probably heard
or read the Bible story of Abraham. If that is not a true definition of
religious faith, then I do not know what faith is. Abraham and his wife
Sarah
believed in other gods but chose to believe in God not due to religion,
but
faith. Firstly, he and his wife Sarah were growing very old and did not
have
children. God spoke to Abraham and promised, them that in their old age
they
would be blessed with a son. At first it seemed a joke, honestly even if
it was
me, I would be shocked and also think that God was pulling my leg.
Secondly, when
Isaac their son was born, God asked Abraham to sacrifice him. Fast
forward that
story to this time and age. It would probably be, let’s call her Hellen
sacrificing her only daughter Ruth. Hellen would be charged with several
crimes
like man slaughter in a court of law. But then I stop and think that in
God’s
plan, He intended it to be Abraham, Sarah and Isaac’s story, which would
be
relevant at all, times (school, church, etc.)
School and
church have
taught me that religious faith is indeed a big topic and that God should
be
accorded all the respect. So for a pastor to get a lady of the night to
lie to
an entire congregation about the healing power of God pegs certain
questions,
do you as a Christian understand God? Do
you know testing God is wrong? I bet the pastor knew all the answers to
the
questions mentioned but he opted to fulfill his earthly desires. I am of
the
opinion that if you cannot lead your ‘flock’ to be better Christians,
leave
that work to those who can.
Religious
faith is portrayed
in various ways through our experiences. Another Bible story on faith
comes to
mind. The one on Hannah, Elikanah, Peninah and Samuel. Hannah had been a
faithful servant of God but she did not have any children. She always
prayed to
God to bless her with a child and promised that the child would be of
service
to God. Peninah her co-wife always said the worst about Hannah. On the
other
hand, Elikanah, their husband encouraged Hannah not to give up, because
one day
her blessing would come. God answered Hannah’s prayer. She named the
child
Samuel and he became a great prophet in the land of Israel. Despite the
criticism and offence Hannah heard from Peninah, she showed continuous
faith in
God...I therefore think that being faithful is also about keeping the
promises
we make.
During the
Christmas
holiday, my family and I usually go on a shopping spree for household
items,
clothes and shoes. Until recently (two years ago to be precise), we
would go to
Eastleigh to buy jeans at a cheaper bargain. I could not help but notice
how
the Muslim faithful would close shop to pray to Allah, even with
customers
around. From that, I picked up an important lesson, Prayer is one of the
ways
of portraying one’s religious faith and we can talk to God whenever,
wherever.
We do not have to be alone in order to pray.
Looking back I would
not have made it without the help from the Almighty God, friends and
family in
my journey through life. My opinion is that one’s religious faith is a
personal
choice and that, faith is not the belief that God will do what you want.
It is
the belief that God will do what is right.
Wednesday, 20 February 2013
THIRTEEN YEARS DOWN THE ROAD
We were a family; my
father, mother, brother and I.
Dad and mum set out to
start a family together. Married at a young age, they lived happily and were
financially stable. By their fifth wedding anniversary God blessed them with
two wonderful children, Susan and Drew.
Dad, the first born in
his family, was the stronghold in his new family. 5’7 foot tall, dark skinned
and slender: the tall, dark and handsome guy most girls want to have in their
lives. He was loving, kind and link between the extended and immediate family.
Dad loved his family very much and treated his two girls; mum and me, like
princesses and his son like a king. My brother Drew seems to be a daily reminder
of him. I always think of it as God’s way of showing us that dad is still with
us.
Family outings were the
best. We enjoyed taking photographs, eating out and simply having fun. Dad and
I would go shopping, in fact there is this one time he bought me red leather
shoes with fine black detail on the side. I loved them so much I wore them almost
every day.
Mum on the other hand
is the last born in her family.Beautiful, of medium height and fair skinned. She
is slow to anger, funny, very talkative, patient, loving and our strength
whenever life gets tough for us. She loves to sing at all times, be it whenhappy
or sad. “Susan, niweke pale kawimbo kangu”.Munduiririby Carol Wanjiru.Since Dad
passed on thirteen years ago, she has been our mum and dad and also our
strength.
When dad passed on, my
brother and I were too young to understand it all. I was eight and he was four
years old. Mum explained it to us that
dad had gone to heaven and when we would go there, we would see him again. I
wept that night and on the day of his funeral service, and I still do at
times. We still have pictures of him
hanged on the wall. A reminder that his family has not forgotten him and that he
is still with us.
As I am busy putting my
thoughts together, I remember when my brother, decided to pee on the stove. When
dad got wind of it and the beating he received! I still laugh at him whenever
we go down memory lane.
Thirteen years down the
road and I am happy to say that we are all doing fine. Mum is still working and
providing the best life for us. Drew is now in his final year of high school,
studying hard. When Dad left he was just about to start school. How time flies.
As for me, I am about to finish my undergraduate degree and start working. Despite all this, sometimes I wonder if life
would be any different if you were here, especially during the hard times.
There was this one night
I really wished you were there. I remember it like it was yesterday. 9 pm, I
went to sleep. 10pm, “Fungua!” Mum
heard an authoritative voice say. At first she thought it was my cousin, but on
peeping outside she saw six men. She quickly woke me up and opened the door
fearfully. Four wereneighbourswhile the other two, police officers. One was armed.
“Tumekuja kukupeleka ndani,” one of
the neighbours’ said. His tree next to our ‘shamba’ had been bent and he blamed
us for it. The neighbors’ had now come to seek justice for the tree. Despite them looking down on me because of my
size, I confronted them over the issue.Mum on other hand, was too angry and put
them in their place while also avoiding arrest. They were the ones on the
wrong. They had been cutting down the crops in mum’s shamba but we had notreported
them. On realizing that they had come to threaten us,the police officers
requested the four men to leave. 11.30 pm, they left leaving us very shocked. From
the incident I realized mum was one tough cookie. “Do not let anyone intimidate
you” Mum always tellsus whenever we talk about that night.
We are family, my
mother, brother and me.
*names have been changed
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