Wednesday, 19 November 2014

MY DRESS, MY CHOICE !!!

I am really saddened by this new behavior where the Kenyan touts think they have the mandate and authority to strip any woman on sight that they feel is not appropriately dressed. This is uncouth, barbaric, uncalled for and certainly SICKENING! What makes you think you have a right to touch someone's daughter or better yet, mother, and strip her all because your small minds take you to that direction? I am very bitter about this and I had to address it.

Now, does this mean whenever I have to step out of my house, I should wear a turtle neck cloth, add a scarf, wear a trouser and a long skirt on top to cover up the trouser? What is this? Am I dressing to please the touts or dressing because I want to feel good and comfortable? I mean why burn myself with heat out of over dressing just because some mere uneducated and idle man is just waiting somewhere to mount on me and strip me naked in public. Is this the only solution to what they term as 'indecent dressing'? How do you correct a wrong with a wrong? Do you see women undressing men for sagging their trousers so low you might think the whole world was placed inside those trousers to make them sag that bad? But we do not judge, we look, get amused and move on.

Do these men even realize what kind of image they are showcasing about their own country? Who would want to visit a country where there own freedom of dressing is abused? Kenya's name is slowly being dragged into mud without us even realizing it.

On that note, I will be walking with a panga in my handbag. If someone lays hands on me by God they will feel my wrath.

Thursday, 6 June 2013

COINCIDENCE MUCH!!!

“A certain man once lost a diamond cuff-link in the wide blue sea, and twenty years later, on the exact day, a Friday apparently, he was eating a large fish - but there was no diamond inside. That’s what I like about coincidence.”

Coincidence is a sequence of events that seem planned for even though they are accidental. I have had so many equivalent events that sometimes my life seems to be going through repetition. I would wake up one morning and the order of the events do not differ from the day before and this made me feel like I was still living in yesterday.

Is there such thing as coincidence? If you bump into someone on the street today in town, precisely at Kenchic, and bump into the same person tomorrow on the same street at Kenchic would you call that coincidence? What if you bump into that person on the third day? What would you call that? Coincidence much huh?



Some people do not believe in coincidence at all. They would rather call it fate or destiny. A word would not exist if there was no such thing as it. The happenings in our days sometimes are not just accidents. This also does not mean that everything that happens to us is a coincidence.

For instance, I do not think that love is a coincidence. Many of our beautiful African ladies meet handsome fellas and call it coincidence. Deciding whether to start a conversation with the particular men is by choice. When you fall in love, that's fate.

One thing you have to keep in mind is there is always room for coincidence.
Twenty-four hours in a day, twenty-four bottles of soda in a crate. Coincidence?

Monday, 25 March 2013

WORDS ARE SACRED

It's been long since I filled someone's mind with my everyday happenings and feelings towards a certain subject. I have to admit that I, myself missed writing something about someone. That doesn't make me a gossiper now does it?

Anyway, we are all living in a mannerless world today. Some people just can't control themselves when it comes to vulgar language; there's something called euphemism people. You don't just wake up and decide to write everything that goes on in your head without filtering any single bit.



This habit is mostly practised in status updates. I know almost everyone is a fan when it comes to social media. You log in to your accounts once in a while maybe because you have an urge to see what everyone is talking about. Now there might be that one time something pisses you off so much that you decide to write about it but all that comes out are curses like f*** or the person that made you angry is such a d***head and blah blah blah.

Don't act when angry. I'm speaking from experience and there's nothing good that came out of it. Imagine someone somewhere was following you on facebook and twitter(someone who has the intentions of hiring you), and all that he/she sees is profanity all the way. That is certainly not a good curriculum vitae for anyone.

I'm also subjected to this kind of behaviour but I make sure I curse inside that cute duvet so that no one hears me. Although sometimes it gets the better part of me only that I don't let it be the order of the day.

“When a man uses profanity to support an argument, it indicates that either the man or the argument is weak - probably both.”

Saturday, 5 January 2013

HAPPY NEW YEAR


The new year just set in and not a word from me (how rude of me).
So here it goes: HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE 
This year seems different to me compared to any other.
To begin with, I didn’t even know it was 2013 until I saw it on the news.
I still have the 2012 calendar hang up on my wall.
Everything still feels like last year.

Thumbs up to those who have resolutions; you are so focused that I’m jealous.
As for me, I have none whatsoever.
I am just living or rather, existing.
Is this supposed to happen?

But look on the bright side; unplanned things are the greatest.
Just like random photos, parties and meet ups are.
So at least I have an idea how this year will be… DOUBLE AWESOME!!!

That being said let those who have no resolutions like me wait for this year to plan itself.
For the rest, may they come to pass.
Just make sure your New Year resolution is not to quit something you are used to like Facebook or twitter.
That will be the joke of the year.




Saturday, 15 December 2012

A FIRE IN THE HEART

It was Wednesday 12:30 pm. My friends and I went to the school’s dining hall as usual and served lunch. We always loved Wednesdays and never seemed to miss any meals reason being, the chips and burgers was something no one dared to miss. The afternoon was too hot for comfort. This was the sole reason a majority of the students avoided Wednesday afternoon classes. Sizzling heat plus full stomachs obviously leads to no good.

Janet, Adassah, Charity and I were having a great time chatting while eating when a good friend, whose name I won’t mention (so let’s call him Dan), just came out of nowhere and joined us. This was something we had gotten used to in campus. People starting conversations even with those they do not know. That is why it is referred to as a communication university by many.

Dan is a sarcastic and funny guy. He is the type that lights up a room whenever he walks into it. It might sound cliché, but that’s just him, such a rare species. In the midst of all the laughter and amusement, he glanced at each one of us before asking, “Why are you alive?”

I thought to myself, “Here we go again, one of his sarcastic moves.”

All of us just looked at him and said nothing. We always got away with silent treatment when it came to him, just not this time.

He looked straight at me and continued, “Everywhere I go I hear people say everyone was created for a reason and a purpose. If I kill you right now what will change? …. We’ll come to your burial and fill our stomachs with nice food and just months down the line you’ll be forgotten, right?”

Now where did this come from? A minute ago we were talking about all the happy moments we experienced together then now he decides to drop a bombshell.

“What are you trying to say?” Adassah asked.

“All I am saying is that we are just living. God has no purpose for any of us. There is no evidence that your so called God created us. The Bible is not even a source. In fact, it was written by people who are long dead. I do not believe in the Bible; it is old. I do not believe in God.”

There it was. What none of us was expecting to discover. He was an Atheist. Which brings us to one most important question; what exactly is religious faith?

According to the Oxford dictionary, it is the theological virtue defined as secure belief in God and a trusting acceptance of God’s will. It is a fire in our hearts. Different religions have different ways of showing their faith in who they worship. I grew up knowing that there are only three religions; Muslims, Hindu and Christians. But it appears there are more than I thought. Some say Atheism is a religion. No offence but calling Atheism a religion is like calling bald a hair color. That is just my opinion and if you beg to differ I have more.

I’m not putting down any religion. Everyone has freedom to worship or not to. I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out there isn’t, than live my life as if there isn’t a God and die to find out there is.

Our faith helps us do the impossible. We are given the ability to explain things that are known to ourselves even though others may not comprehend. How do you convince a person who has no religious faith that there is a supernatural being above us? This is a person who doesn’t believe the sun actually rises. How do you prove to him that it does rise? Do you say the earth rotates to make it possible or to make it worse say you have seen it rise many times?

Having a strong religious faith enables an individual to be hardheaded in that, no one is able to easily change what and how they think. If your faith is not strong, you might be easily persuaded and doubt what you believe in.

What if I approach you and ask how exactly God can be three persons; the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, at the same time. Does this mean that He has three personalities? If God is the Father and Son, how then is it possible for him to give birth to himself through Virgin Mary? In John 35:11 “Jesus wept.” Since God is the Son (Jesus), does it mean God weeps?

Now most of you are probably nodding and saying that there is a point in the questions I just asked. Some of you actually doubt their faith. Nothing a person says to me can shake my faith. Give me one statement against my faith and I’ll have a thousand reasons why I won’t change for anything.

Look around for something that doesn’t have a cause and therefore a beginning. Is there any? The universe certainly did not just drop itself from nowhere. There has to be a designer. The Bible might be old but wouldn’t you say the same for Fort Jesus (an old building in Mombasa)? There must be something to make it survive that long, right? Here is a fact: If you worship God, you can’t lose, if you don’t, you can’t win.

We live by faith, not by sight. Faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see. I’m aiming at heaven because I know I will get earth thrown in. If I aim at earth alone, I am positive I will get neither. That is why I do not worship a person from the earth but the God who stays above.

I could hear someone saying my name from a distance but I was lost in thoughts and just sat there looking like a zombie.

“CYRIAN!” Dan shouted, waking me up from my world. I gained back my senses and an idea crossed my mind before I said to him, “Funny people do not exist.”

“What do you mean?” He said. “I am here and I’m certainly not boring.”

“Then how come not everyone in this dining hall is laughing?”

“That is because they have not come to me.”

“Exactly my point.” I said. “God exists. You just have to go to Him.”

Tuesday, 4 December 2012

BEST FRIENDS FOREVER




Every time you hear a rumor about you, you think of as many culprits you could ever come up with but never the closest person living under the same roof with you.
A rapist doesn't have to be a stranger. It could be that friend you give a light hug and take a stroll with every single day.
We are so blind, in fact too blind to see that what eats us is just in front of us or around us.
Those you consider as friends might lead to your downfall and be the end of you.
“Best friends forever” is a phrase we use a lot. You think your friends make the most of your days, well I say I make the most of my days.
We all make mistakes. Our inadequacies make us human and so we expect to be forgiven for all the times we are sorry.
I can only take too much of someone’s sorrys.
It gets tiring along the way when all you hear is “I’m sorry this I’m sorry that.”
Instead of being sorry, be yourself.

I have many good friends. I wouldn't trade them for anything.
But I also have many enemies; and I treasure them a lot. They always make me realize things I dint know about me.
I would say I am my own best friend.
I don’t bring myself down, I don’t gossip about myself, everywhere I walk I am sure to bring three people: me, myself and I.

This doesn't mean there are no loyal friends.
There are people that deserve the title “bff” and kudos to those who are blessed with them (me being one of them)
Then there are the fake ones.
If you can tell fake gold from real gold why is it so hard to tell when you have fake friends?
It’s as easy as that.

Enough about the friendship talk before someone accuses me of breaking one.
The way these laptops auto correct our grammar just baffles me sometimes.
They make me think I’m crazy when I type some words and give me weird alternatives; words I've never heard in my entire life.
Next time I type the word “rafiki” and they give me abnormal alternatives like “reface” or “ratfink”, I will scream.







Monday, 26 November 2012

MUSIC, THE SHORTHAND OF EMOTION

I must have danced or sang my way out of my mother's womb because my love for music is beyond words.
I listen to RnB, Pop, Hip Hop, local, rock music; everything...well except for zilizopendwa.
Earphones might be a sign of anti-social behaviour but they sure as hell save a person from a very annoying person.
Now you and I know that there are those special people who do not have the word fullstop existing in their dictionaries.These are the kind of people who talk as if they are expecting someone to jump from nowhere and say, "TADAA! This is a reality show and you just won yourself a nobel prize!"





Then again people have to understand that certain types of songs just do not work as ringtones.
Some songs just give me the creeps and are even capable of waking the dead from their graves.
They are high pitched and so noisy that the owner of the phone also jumps out of fear before receiving the call.
I tried it once, I put a certain rock song as my ringtone.
I screamed every time I heard my phone ring.

As much as you love a song, try not to sing along with headphones on.


I know they would lead you on and you might think you actually sound like Rihanna or Weezy but people near you are not hearing any melodious voice.
Try recording yourself as you sing.
The results might make your self esteem go down to a level you never expected.

Don't let me stop you from singing though.
We all know old habits die hard.
After all, different people have different ways of expressing themselves whenever their favorite song plays.

"One thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain."