NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE

Whenever I am told to give a testimony in class I think to myself
"What will I say?"
After today, I can honestly say I have a testimony.


My stubborn friend had invited me over for lunch today.
I decided to join him since I had given him way too many excuses for a long time.
I had with me Ksh 200 which was more than enough for my fare to and fro.
My brother came up with this 'brilliant' idea:
Why don't we take a shortcut? It's much cheaper anyway.
Apparently, this shortcut turned out to be a torturous 30 minute walk with too many corners.


On arriving at the stage, I took a matatu to where my lunch
date was.
We had an awesome time together and ate good food; which was the best part of the evening.
This is not to say that I did not enjoy the company.
We are talking about one of my close friends here.


Knowing that I have a seven o'clock curfew, I left the place early enough so that I ould get home on time.
I boarded a matatu, alighted halfway and took a motorcycle (honda) home.


My fear for motorcycles started way back when I was a toddler.
My dad carried me to town one day and did not see the bump ahead of him while he was at full speed.
I was literally thrown in the air and landed on the road, seated.
My phobia started there.


Now, back to my journey back home.
It was dark already at 1840hrs.
I closed my eyes and said a short prayer while on the motorbike.
On opening my eyes, I saw a matatu coming towards us at full speed while overtaking another which obviously was not willing to slow down.


The bike I was on just stopped and my heart was beating fast.
My hands had grabbed the rider so tightly and pushed him forward with all my might.
My eyes were shut.
I was expecting to hear the sound of a car smashing a two wheel ride.
I felt strong wind pass me with so much force.
I opened my eyes and witnessed the car move quickly past us.
I heaved a sigh of relief.


Maybe God had decided He wanted to take me today but after that short prayer, He gave me another chance.


Everything happens for a reason.
That's my testimony.

MONEY! MONEY! MONEY!

I went out with a friend the other day and I couldn't help but notice how careful she was spending her money. If there is one thing about me that I am certain of, it's the fact that I am a spendthrift.
Many think that spending too much is a curse or something ...call me weird but I think it's a gift. Life is too short to withdraw myself from having fun just because I want to put a ten shilling coin in a safe somewhere. Saving is not bad at all' but why save for ten years only for you not to end up being the person to spend it in the end? This is where my advice comes in; spend your money when you can because you never know who spends it. However, we cannot hide from the fact that some people are just not givers. They'd rather hold on to something (money to be precise)that they barely use than give it to someone who needs it. Others spend as a sign of showing off. When it comes to money, everyone is familiar and of the same religion.

I am a very rich person. I don't have to have thousands of notes to prove this fact. As long as I am happy with myself and satisfied with what I have... am good. Someone once said, the safest way to double your money is to fold it over and put it in your pocket. With that in mind, I believe anyone can be a millionaire. Not everything can be determined by money. It can't buy love.

WHEN VICTIMS BECOME THE ACCUSSED

“Please…for the love of God. Don’t do it!” the young woman shouted at the top of her voice but to no avail. Two huge men, dark in complexion with anger written all over their faces stood over her. The night was quiet except for shrills and squeals from the woman who was fighting for herself. The men rolled her on the muddy ground and struggled with her feeble hands in a bid to strip her. They did not even stop to look at her face which was full of fear and sadness. The female tried kicking and throwing hands but it did not help. She let them have their way, screaming like her world had come to an end.
“Aaaaaaaagh!” I found myself screaming and immediately paused the movie I Spit on Your Grave and Pee on Your Corpse. For a moment there I thought I was actually being violated. The pain the young woman was going through was nothing compared to what I had seen in my whole entire life. The manner in which the men were handling her made me wonder what had become of them.
There have been many rape cases in our homes, schools and even workplaces. In most cases if not all, men are the ones taking advantage of the female. I do not understand how a human can get excited over torturing and hurting an innocent person all in the name of sexual satisfaction. Where is the satisfaction when force, vigour and pain are involved?
Some say females bring this upon themselves hence making it the only crime in which the victim becomes the accused. By this, they mean that ladies drink, drug themselves and dress in a manner that drives men mad. I agree with the drinking part to some extent but not 100% with the dressing part. Take for example nine year old victims. They are barely in their puberty stage. Their hips are not evident and neither are their chests ballooned up. How exactly do they bring this upon themselves?
On the other hand, you do not expect me to cover myself from head to toe in a heap of clothes just because I do not want to make a man crazy. After all, who said doing that is a guarantee that a person will be safe? Certain men rape even when one is walking down the streets in a mass of blankets. So there is no need wearing too much only to suffer in scotching heat just because someone somewhere is senseless enough to pounce on you anytime.
What hurts the most is seeing an assaulter walk scot free. I strongly believe the only punishment heavy enough is to castrate them. If you view this from a Christian point of view; if your hand is stopping you from praising God then cut it off and in this case, it is stopping them from giving women, their freedom and peace of mind. Even in the movie itself, the young woman’s sole purpose will be to turn tables on the rapists and inflict upon them every torturous moment they carried on her; only much, much worse.
I do not want to walk along a pavement suspecting anyone that is walking slowly behind me. Neither do I want to appear hysterical because of looking in all directions; left, right and centre, while walking on a lonely road. I want to walk at my own pace and do what I want at whatever time I feel like.
Victims of rape carry their memories with them for the rest of their lives. Those who seek counseling services are at an advantage because they come to terms with their situation sooner than their counterparts. They are not any different from any other human being. There is absolutely nothing wrong with them and it is not their fault that this tragedy happened to them. This is not to mean that they should associate all men with violence. Do not assume all men are the same because of one dreadful incident. Recovery from this type of trauma can be attained through forgiveness, being positive and practicing acceptance which is the key to moving on.
Now, back to the movie… The girl was losing strength as her voice faded away. “That’s enough. I’d rather stick to cartoons,” I thought to myself as I ejected the movie.

SMILE FOR THE CAMERA

Most people do not know a lot about me; some barely even know me. There is so much about me that I myself get shocked sometimes at what I discover every single day. The attitudes I possess and learn, my likes and dislikes, my hobbies and what I find interesting... those are just a quarter of what I am talking about.
To begin with, all my friends know my love for photos. I am a camera freak! I can take pictures of anything and anyone at whatever time I feel I want to. Whoever came up with Instagram deserves a thumbs up for saving me a great deal. It is just what I wanted; somewhere to post my photos numerous times without getting complaints from people unlike Facebook. Surprisingly enough, I prefer taking my own photos most of the time. I believe it is because I am comfortable making stupid and weird poses when no one is watching. It's just like when you decide to go all Beyonce while taking a hot bath or shower. You sing your heart out and actually think you have such a melodious voice.

I have tips I would like to share when it comes to posing. Consider these as my little secrets.
Do not take a close up shot of yourself facing straight on. Your shoulders will look wider than they already are. Same applies to your ears, they will appear larger.
Shooting from above makes you look slimmer and gives an angelic view of your eyes. You don't necessarily have to look straight at the camera, try different angles. Then comes the issue of people being stiff. Do not give the impression that you are suffering when striking a pose. You have hands; run them through your hair, blow kisses....have fun with it.
Then again, don't take pictures too far away from the camera. You do not want to be swallowed by the background now do you? We want to see you, not the disorganized space behind you. Blowing kisses is obviously my signature sign.
My friends and followers from Facebook and Twitter are witnesses. I can go on and on about taking photos. At least one thing about me is evident to a good fraction of people. The rest is saved for later :-)

Remember; random photos are the best.