So I made a prayer that I desire to experience love in its extremity…
Then I met you…
And as forbidden as it was...
No matter how much we both fought ...we seemed powerless to this pull…
Its now months past since I let you in my life...
My mention of you in my prayers is for you to leave...
Ironical it is… to find love; finally throw caution to the wind…
Yet, desperately long for freedom… for normalcy …
For my life as it was!
You are not a drain in my life…
You are a gain…….
Yet… longingly and desperately I search for an exit…
I wish I could wake up the day before I met you...
Continue living without the knowledge that I have the capacity to love like this….
Despite my strength,
In spite of myself…
Should you gather the strength… please leave…
Crazy as it sounds, I know it would be best yet, deep down I would rather you stayed…
But…
But...
But…
Monday, December 04, 2006
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
How come?!
Life seems to curve itself differently from your childhood conceptions...
That a father can negotiate with a rapist and have an out of court settlement without a glance at his hurting child……
That after 5-7 years of marriage most couples get disconnected from each other?
That the older you get, the harder it is to look at things as black or white... there is almost always a grey area...
That HIV/AIDS robs the best of the society; the ones who slipped up once or twice…but the blatantly licentious ones manage to escape its grasp…
That we live in a society where satisfaction is becoming extinct... always looking for a new challenge...a new high... better pay… better car… better relationship.
That the rate of infidelity is growing at an alarming rate… lack of satisfaction, trust, do we understand relationships differently from how our parents did?
That parents and children are losing out on their relationships; both concentrating on their short-lived desires….
That religion can now be twisted to fit our lifestyles instead of us conforming to our faith...
That stress related ailments are the order of the day; an indication of dissatisfaction..
That the person looking back at you in the mirror almost has no recollection of their originality… Image is supreme…. The intrinsic person has been wiped out.
That death visits us more frequently but yet... we still manage to live as though we shall never die.
New beginning…
\Call up your folks, go see them…
\Tell your siblings you love them…
\Love the one your with and forget the one in your head!
\Enjoy what you do... look for some hobby that fulfills you...
\Get in touch with your maker; whoever you perceive him to be.
\Look for meaning in your life!
That a father can negotiate with a rapist and have an out of court settlement without a glance at his hurting child……
That after 5-7 years of marriage most couples get disconnected from each other?
That the older you get, the harder it is to look at things as black or white... there is almost always a grey area...
That HIV/AIDS robs the best of the society; the ones who slipped up once or twice…but the blatantly licentious ones manage to escape its grasp…
That we live in a society where satisfaction is becoming extinct... always looking for a new challenge...a new high... better pay… better car… better relationship.
That the rate of infidelity is growing at an alarming rate… lack of satisfaction, trust, do we understand relationships differently from how our parents did?
That parents and children are losing out on their relationships; both concentrating on their short-lived desires….
That religion can now be twisted to fit our lifestyles instead of us conforming to our faith...
That stress related ailments are the order of the day; an indication of dissatisfaction..
That the person looking back at you in the mirror almost has no recollection of their originality… Image is supreme…. The intrinsic person has been wiped out.
That death visits us more frequently but yet... we still manage to live as though we shall never die.
New beginning…
\Call up your folks, go see them…
\Tell your siblings you love them…
\Love the one your with and forget the one in your head!
\Enjoy what you do... look for some hobby that fulfills you...
\Get in touch with your maker; whoever you perceive him to be.
\Look for meaning in your life!
Monday, October 23, 2006
I am a Christian...
When I say... "I am a Christian
"I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin'."
I'm whispering "I was lost,Now I'm found and forgiven.
"When I say... "I am a Christian"
I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide.
When I say... "I am a Christian
"I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak And need His strength to carry on.
When I say... "I am a Christian
"I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failedAnd need God to clean my mess.
When I say... "I am a Christian
"I'm not claiming to be perfect, My flaws are far too visible
But, God believes I am worth it.
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I still feel the sting of pain.
I have my share of heartaches So I call upon His name.
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not holier than thou,
I'm just a simple sinner Who received God's good grace, somehow!
Christians - By Maya Angelou
"I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin'."
I'm whispering "I was lost,Now I'm found and forgiven.
"When I say... "I am a Christian"
I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide.
When I say... "I am a Christian
"I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak And need His strength to carry on.
When I say... "I am a Christian
"I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failedAnd need God to clean my mess.
When I say... "I am a Christian
"I'm not claiming to be perfect, My flaws are far too visible
But, God believes I am worth it.
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I still feel the sting of pain.
I have my share of heartaches So I call upon His name.
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not holier than thou,
I'm just a simple sinner Who received God's good grace, somehow!
Christians - By Maya Angelou
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Are you a milker or milk drinker?
Milking the Opportunity
I worked for less than six months at the factory. It was a short stint that brought me down to earth with a resounding thud. The grand designs and illusions I had concerning me and my working career came crashing down. I think God knew I urgently needed that detour. It taught me a lot about success, opportunity, advancement and achievement.
At this famous factory I met a messenger who had worked there for 17 years. I was a brand new upwardly mobile executive proudly working my way into management. This human being (the messenger) did not strike me as much of a threat - least of all as a threat to my career. At most he would have been a stepping stone. However, by and by, I came to discover, that this minor being lived in his own house 50 kilometres away, owned three manyangas (latest edition public transport vehicles) and, of course, owned a piece of land on which he kept some dairy cattle... But he was just a messenger who (in my opinion) could not possibly have any coherent ambitions in life leave alone of a corporate career.
I had serious difficulty reconciling my thoughts about this fellow and I finally gathered the courage to confront him with his obviously incongruent achievements. Meanwhile, I was driving an attractive mid-range reconditioned automobile (company loan) that was popular among young executives with an insatiable desire for petrol, lived in suitable area in town (rented house), owned a TV (bank overdraft) and a recently acquired fridge (hire purchase). I was also in the process of securing more credit to buy the latest sofa set to complete my house furnishings... Just to help you identify with my pain and internal turmoil, this fellow's (messenger) gross salary was equivalent to what I paid in tax, yet he had achieved during his career what I hoped to achieve at the end of mine.
If you were me you would need to confront this fellow in order to maintain your sanity. And of course confirm that he was not a threat to your career. I did. I caught up with him one day and asked rather cheekily; What are you doing here?... Judging from what I hear you don't need this job. What are you doing here?...What he answered me was classic. You will never get this response anywhere, except from a person with messengerial tendencies. He said....
Young man all those things out there...house, matatus, shamba and all...were born out of this job and as we speak right now I have not milked all the opportunities this job provides me. If they (management) ask me to go I will go happily. But before they do I am going to milk as much from this opportunity as I can...
The words sank deep, hard and convicting. No - this fellow was not a threat to my career. I - was a threat to my own career! I may not have worked for 17 years but I was definitely passed half way. At the rate at which I was accumulating debt I would have to struggle to reach zero before I could own anything. All the while I thought my career was advancing nicely up the corporate ranks. Instead of milking the opportunity I was busy drinking the milk. I was prospering in a manner that threatened my Personal Development.
...Do you know what is so unfair about all this? It is the fact that the "small guys" are always better at milking than the "big guys". In fact I doubt whether any of the big guys know how to milk. If a cow stood in front of a big guy he would not know what it is. How do we become so blind to opportunity!?... If I would have it this fellow was indeed a "stepping stone" to my success.
Excerpt from My First Job, ISBN9966-809-07-4 By Allan Bukusi.
Reproduced with permission get the book from Book Point Nairobi or contact mdi@mdi.co.ke
I worked for less than six months at the factory. It was a short stint that brought me down to earth with a resounding thud. The grand designs and illusions I had concerning me and my working career came crashing down. I think God knew I urgently needed that detour. It taught me a lot about success, opportunity, advancement and achievement.
At this famous factory I met a messenger who had worked there for 17 years. I was a brand new upwardly mobile executive proudly working my way into management. This human being (the messenger) did not strike me as much of a threat - least of all as a threat to my career. At most he would have been a stepping stone. However, by and by, I came to discover, that this minor being lived in his own house 50 kilometres away, owned three manyangas (latest edition public transport vehicles) and, of course, owned a piece of land on which he kept some dairy cattle... But he was just a messenger who (in my opinion) could not possibly have any coherent ambitions in life leave alone of a corporate career.
I had serious difficulty reconciling my thoughts about this fellow and I finally gathered the courage to confront him with his obviously incongruent achievements. Meanwhile, I was driving an attractive mid-range reconditioned automobile (company loan) that was popular among young executives with an insatiable desire for petrol, lived in suitable area in town (rented house), owned a TV (bank overdraft) and a recently acquired fridge (hire purchase). I was also in the process of securing more credit to buy the latest sofa set to complete my house furnishings... Just to help you identify with my pain and internal turmoil, this fellow's (messenger) gross salary was equivalent to what I paid in tax, yet he had achieved during his career what I hoped to achieve at the end of mine.
If you were me you would need to confront this fellow in order to maintain your sanity. And of course confirm that he was not a threat to your career. I did. I caught up with him one day and asked rather cheekily; What are you doing here?... Judging from what I hear you don't need this job. What are you doing here?...What he answered me was classic. You will never get this response anywhere, except from a person with messengerial tendencies. He said....
Young man all those things out there...house, matatus, shamba and all...were born out of this job and as we speak right now I have not milked all the opportunities this job provides me. If they (management) ask me to go I will go happily. But before they do I am going to milk as much from this opportunity as I can...
The words sank deep, hard and convicting. No - this fellow was not a threat to my career. I - was a threat to my own career! I may not have worked for 17 years but I was definitely passed half way. At the rate at which I was accumulating debt I would have to struggle to reach zero before I could own anything. All the while I thought my career was advancing nicely up the corporate ranks. Instead of milking the opportunity I was busy drinking the milk. I was prospering in a manner that threatened my Personal Development.
...Do you know what is so unfair about all this? It is the fact that the "small guys" are always better at milking than the "big guys". In fact I doubt whether any of the big guys know how to milk. If a cow stood in front of a big guy he would not know what it is. How do we become so blind to opportunity!?... If I would have it this fellow was indeed a "stepping stone" to my success.
Excerpt from My First Job, ISBN9966-809-07-4 By Allan Bukusi.
Reproduced with permission get the book from Book Point Nairobi or contact mdi@mdi.co.ke
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Letting go…
The storm brewed… the trees swayed to the song of the wind...
She ran across the fields her hair flying with the wind…
Her tears trailed down her cheeks……
She bit her lip hard to stop the scream that threatened to rip from inside her being!
Why? She asked God shouting at the ominous clouds above…
Her mind fleeted back to the talks they had had...
The openness of their conversations…
The ways his eyes lit in mischief…
The curl of his lips, hinting a smile…
For a second she smiled remembering him...
In remembrance of a man who made her feel alive ...
Why! She asked again her sobs tearing at her...
The rain started falling as if in answer to her plea…
She stood in the rain...
Her arms outstretched in surrender...
Her body swaying to the howl of the wind...
Her tears were now mingled with the raindrops…
And with each clasp of thunder…
Her body shuddered in response….
A single leaf fell from the sky to her open palm.
As if a response from the almighty.
Clasping the leaf she trod back home.
She ran across the fields her hair flying with the wind…
Her tears trailed down her cheeks……
She bit her lip hard to stop the scream that threatened to rip from inside her being!
Why? She asked God shouting at the ominous clouds above…
Her mind fleeted back to the talks they had had...
The openness of their conversations…
The ways his eyes lit in mischief…
The curl of his lips, hinting a smile…
For a second she smiled remembering him...
In remembrance of a man who made her feel alive ...
Why! She asked again her sobs tearing at her...
The rain started falling as if in answer to her plea…
She stood in the rain...
Her arms outstretched in surrender...
Her body swaying to the howl of the wind...
Her tears were now mingled with the raindrops…
And with each clasp of thunder…
Her body shuddered in response….
A single leaf fell from the sky to her open palm.
As if a response from the almighty.
Clasping the leaf she trod back home.
Monday, September 25, 2006
Don't Quit..
This forward says alot:
One day I decided to quit...I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality... I wanted to quit my life. I went to the woods to have one last talk with God. "God", I said. "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?"
His answer surprised me... "Look around", He said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?"
"Yes", I replied. "When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them. I gave them light. I gave them water. The fern quickly grew from the earth. Its brilliant green covered the floor. Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo. In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful. And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo." He said. "In year three there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I would not quit. In year four, again, there was nothing from the bamboo seed. I would not quit." He said. "Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth. Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant...But just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall. It had spent the five years growing roots. Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive. I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle." He said to me. "Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots?" "I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you. Don't compare yourself to others." He said. "The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern. Yet they both make the forest beautiful." "Your time will come," God said to me. "You will rise high" "How high should I rise?" I asked. "How high will the bamboo rise?" He asked in return. "As high as it can?" I questioned. "Yes." He said, "Give me glory by rising as high as you can." I left the forest and brought back this story. I hope these words can help you see that God will never give up on you. He will never give up on you. Never regret a day in your life. Good days give you happiness; bad days give you experiences; both are essential to life "If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it."
One day I decided to quit...I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality... I wanted to quit my life. I went to the woods to have one last talk with God. "God", I said. "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?"
His answer surprised me... "Look around", He said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?"
"Yes", I replied. "When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them. I gave them light. I gave them water. The fern quickly grew from the earth. Its brilliant green covered the floor. Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo. In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful. And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo." He said. "In year three there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I would not quit. In year four, again, there was nothing from the bamboo seed. I would not quit." He said. "Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth. Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant...But just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall. It had spent the five years growing roots. Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive. I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle." He said to me. "Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots?" "I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you. Don't compare yourself to others." He said. "The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern. Yet they both make the forest beautiful." "Your time will come," God said to me. "You will rise high" "How high should I rise?" I asked. "How high will the bamboo rise?" He asked in return. "As high as it can?" I questioned. "Yes." He said, "Give me glory by rising as high as you can." I left the forest and brought back this story. I hope these words can help you see that God will never give up on you. He will never give up on you. Never regret a day in your life. Good days give you happiness; bad days give you experiences; both are essential to life "If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it."
my goodbye...
I have known you for long enough...
Still have not known you at all...
You touched a chord in my heart that no one else had before...
Still it didn’t magically make us compatible.
Now enough years down the line...
My heart still yearns for you despite my good sense.
But....
Futility is the pursuit of that which is beyond your reach...
Such as a relationship between two people who are built so differently...
I shall stop running after the wind...
Realization that I will never catch a shooting star has finally dawned.
And toughest of all... loving someone doesn’t guarantee that they will love you back...
And most importantly, even when they love you back....don’t mean it will work.
So, keep well beloved...
I pray that God's love and grace overshadow every hurt in your life.
I pray for sunny days ahead.
I pray for a love in your life that will match you.
I pray your faith remains firm.
And always be still and know…you were loved.
Still have not known you at all...
You touched a chord in my heart that no one else had before...
Still it didn’t magically make us compatible.
Now enough years down the line...
My heart still yearns for you despite my good sense.
But....
Futility is the pursuit of that which is beyond your reach...
Such as a relationship between two people who are built so differently...
I shall stop running after the wind...
Realization that I will never catch a shooting star has finally dawned.
And toughest of all... loving someone doesn’t guarantee that they will love you back...
And most importantly, even when they love you back....don’t mean it will work.
So, keep well beloved...
I pray that God's love and grace overshadow every hurt in your life.
I pray for sunny days ahead.
I pray for a love in your life that will match you.
I pray your faith remains firm.
And always be still and know…you were loved.
Friday, September 22, 2006
Rumblings...
Yesterday a lady living with HIV/AIDS gave a testimony about her condition in the hopes that we would learn a lesson… She said; why do you fear the person with full blown AIDS? There is no way you are going to sleep with them coz you are fully aware of their condition… then she went on “fear the likes of me... I have HIV but do I look like I have it?” And the truth struck home!
Yesterday I saw a man who looked like he had not had a meal for a couple of days… did I quickly walk past him? I must have told myself “sorry man, i got my problems too”
Yesterday I spoke to my mum who told me about losing her 7 cows to an illness… my sis thinks it’s either a cleansing or God teaching her a lesson on something or the other. The rest of us are clueless... oh my aunty thinks its urogi (witchcraft)
Yesterday I heard in the news that Anglo leasing runs deeper than we thought... Now the names of those involved runs longer than a scroll! Hear we go again! Thinking out loud, another tribunal to be set up to investigate this huge scandal??
Yesterday I spoke to a friend who wants to take her (violent) husband to church to make their 5 plus years marriage formal. Should I weep or pray?
Yesterday I had breakfast with a pal who cannot make up his mind which woman he wants out of three... Some formula about testing them and the one who comes up a winner triumphs???! dumb! I said.
Yesterday I watched the movie ‘Crash’ (for the 3rd time).It speaks volumes of life… and yes, it’s a tearjerker too!
Yesterday… I tried to wake up and pray but managed to doze off again! When I finally got up I chose to speak to him… I figure speaking to God is easier than praying. For me at least!
Yesterday it rained and I just love it! My heart dances when it rains... the ominous black clouds are breathtaking… Now I can drown lotsa teas with the excuse that am trying to keep warm.
Yesterday I saw a man who looked like he had not had a meal for a couple of days… did I quickly walk past him? I must have told myself “sorry man, i got my problems too”
Yesterday I spoke to my mum who told me about losing her 7 cows to an illness… my sis thinks it’s either a cleansing or God teaching her a lesson on something or the other. The rest of us are clueless... oh my aunty thinks its urogi (witchcraft)
Yesterday I heard in the news that Anglo leasing runs deeper than we thought... Now the names of those involved runs longer than a scroll! Hear we go again! Thinking out loud, another tribunal to be set up to investigate this huge scandal??
Yesterday I spoke to a friend who wants to take her (violent) husband to church to make their 5 plus years marriage formal. Should I weep or pray?
Yesterday I had breakfast with a pal who cannot make up his mind which woman he wants out of three... Some formula about testing them and the one who comes up a winner triumphs???! dumb! I said.
Yesterday I watched the movie ‘Crash’ (for the 3rd time).It speaks volumes of life… and yes, it’s a tearjerker too!
Yesterday… I tried to wake up and pray but managed to doze off again! When I finally got up I chose to speak to him… I figure speaking to God is easier than praying. For me at least!
Yesterday it rained and I just love it! My heart dances when it rains... the ominous black clouds are breathtaking… Now I can drown lotsa teas with the excuse that am trying to keep warm.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
A woman’s place…
Last evening I hang out with my best pal and her boify. Interestingly after discussing everything else we settled on the topic of the century ‘relationships’. The discussion strayed to my favourite part which is the inequalities on expectations for chics and jamaas. Of course I first went into a tirade ;o) Oh, we are empowered. If he wants to go out till morning so can I, and how come am expected to cook and clean when we both come from 8 to 5 jobs? That is so unfair! And why do jamaas expect you to cook and clean dishes (and some shao ones clothes too!) whilst at his place? I remember that my pal’s boify looked at me deadpan in the face and made the following points which tearfully and dejectedly I accept, not because they are true but because God(??) plus our traditional doctrines made them so!!
Women are emotional beings, men are rational beings. Meaning at the point when a jamaa chooses to move on, the chic thinks manze I have given so much to this relationship. I spruced him up (albeit with his money, possibly he had horrible taste in clothes, interior décor etc), I have been with him for 3 years! His family knows me etc a jamaa is thinking... eish, doesn’t matter that we used to do trips to Dubai etc (which he paid for) I gotta cut my losses and move on!
Women move with the times, men haven’t/won't?! So a chic is taking home a six figure salo, is mortgaging her hao. Presumably in control of her life a jamaa irrespective of whether he earns more or less than she does will still expect her to play homemaker... ati she has hassled up some pasta and mushroom.. A jamaa still wants ugali for supper everyday! Meanwhile irrespective of whether a jamaa went to Harvard he still believes that spaghetti is a snack and cannot be fed for supper!
The relationship game is all about control! The sooner the chic relinquishes control to the jamaa the sooner the wedding bells will sound! Haven’t you ever wondered why jamaas like to marry the chic who has perservered the most? A friend of mine sent me a text message saying he has decided to marry his chic of 5 years. This chic has withstood his dogging; his brokeness … this chic has taken him back after he has meted on her every evil inconceivable thing! So ladies, a guy will have to ‘break’ you first before he can use the 'Marry me' word. Men, I have to ask God (hoping that I get to see him) why he cursed women so!
Most men experience twinges of emotions during a lot of strain e.g. Stress at work, loss of loved one or when a chic threatens to leave etc
Men expect women to be homemakers irrespective of his short comings.
Still...easier said than done!;)
Lastly the good book says the following:
Hymn to a Good Wife (The Message Bible, Proverbs 31)
10-31 A good woman is hard to find, and worth far more than diamonds.Her husband trusts her without reserve, and never has reason to regret it.Never spiteful, she treats him generously all her life long.She shops around for the best yarns and cottons, and enjoys knitting and sewing.She's like a trading ship that sails to faraway places and brings back exotic surprises.She's up before dawn, preparing breakfast for her family and organizing her day.She looks over a field and buys it, then, with money she's put aside, plants a garden.First thing in the morning, she dresses for work, rolls up her sleeves, eager to get started.She senses the worth of her work, is in no hurry to call it quits for the day.She's skilled in the crafts of home and hearth, diligent in homemaking.She's quick to assist anyone in need, reaches out to help the poor.She doesn't worry about her family when it snows; their winter clothes are all mended and ready to wear.She makes her own clothing, and dresses in colorful linens and silks.Her husband is greatly respected when he deliberates with the city fathers.She designs gowns and sells them, brings the sweaters she knits to the dress shops.Her clothes are well-made and elegant, and she always faces tomorrow with a smile.When she speaks she has something worthwhile to say, and she always says it kindly.She keeps an eye on everyone in her household, and keeps them all busy and productive.Her children respect and bless her; her husband joins in with words of praise:"Many women have done wonderful things, but you've outclassed them all!"Charm can mislead and beauty soon fades. The woman to be admired and praised is the woman who lives in the Fear-of-God.Give her everything she deserves! Festoon her life with praises!
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
I do....
This Saturday I had the pleasure of not only attending my close pal’s wedding but being the matron of honour (bustling around with 3 brats! ) . It was a lovely wedding and as l looked at the two lovebirds dancing away with their arms holding each other tightly and eyes locked in a gaze full of love, I thought about the word ‘I do’
I do... agree to wake up each morning with you by my side. On those days when am thrilled that its me you chose and no one else... and also on those days when I wish you could disappear into thin air!
I do... agree to succumb to you as my wife/husband. Especially when you are making sound decisions for our future…but the times when I think you are a nut I shall surely ask for strength from above!
I do agree to have your children. In my hopes that you will be there during their rearing.
I do agree to be with you in sickness and in health... hoping that you shall do likewise for me
I do agree to stand with you in riches and poverty! Praying fervently that we shall face riches… and that despite the elements that life shall throw at us... we shall stand as one.
I do agree to call your mother ‘mum’ knowing that she might just decide to give me hell on earth! Or surprise me by becoming ‘mother-in-love’
I do agree to your pet peeves, the things that drew me to you and continuously remember to compromise on your faults…. As am sure you did for me.
I do agree to be your companion for life. In the hopes that we shall be together in this journey called life.
Lastly I do agree to give you the strength to see me at my worst and best, to know me beyond anybody else. To be vulnerable before you…. To struggle with pride and ego hoping that the soundness of our union will win the day.
I do... agree to wake up each morning with you by my side. On those days when am thrilled that its me you chose and no one else... and also on those days when I wish you could disappear into thin air!
I do... agree to succumb to you as my wife/husband. Especially when you are making sound decisions for our future…but the times when I think you are a nut I shall surely ask for strength from above!
I do agree to have your children. In my hopes that you will be there during their rearing.
I do agree to be with you in sickness and in health... hoping that you shall do likewise for me
I do agree to stand with you in riches and poverty! Praying fervently that we shall face riches… and that despite the elements that life shall throw at us... we shall stand as one.
I do agree to call your mother ‘mum’ knowing that she might just decide to give me hell on earth! Or surprise me by becoming ‘mother-in-love’
I do agree to your pet peeves, the things that drew me to you and continuously remember to compromise on your faults…. As am sure you did for me.
I do agree to be your companion for life. In the hopes that we shall be together in this journey called life.
Lastly I do agree to give you the strength to see me at my worst and best, to know me beyond anybody else. To be vulnerable before you…. To struggle with pride and ego hoping that the soundness of our union will win the day.
Monday, September 18, 2006
Life Is Transitory...
This forward rings true for me... altho often are the times that i get caught up chasing vanity!
The story is told of an American tourist who went to the city of Cairo, Egypt to visit a famous wise man.
The tourist was surprised when he saw the wise man living in a small, simple room full of books. The only pieces of furniture were a bed, a table, and a bench….
Where is your furniture?” asked the tourist.
The wise man suitably asked:” And where is yours?”
Mine?” Responded the tourist surprised.” I’m here only passing through”
“I also am just passing through.” Concluded the wise man.
“Life here on earth is only temporal…yet, some live it as if they were going to stay here forever, forgetting to be happy.”
“The value of something is not in how long it lasts, but in the intensity with which it is experienced.”
God has loaned us this life and He’s the one who will collect it, and so it is that; we are only passing through
Living the real thing, doesn’t consist of things at all, because things cannot truly satisfy.
Only through God can we find real joy, true happiness, and the eternal fulfillment that only He can give.
The story is told of an American tourist who went to the city of Cairo, Egypt to visit a famous wise man.
The tourist was surprised when he saw the wise man living in a small, simple room full of books. The only pieces of furniture were a bed, a table, and a bench….
Where is your furniture?” asked the tourist.
The wise man suitably asked:” And where is yours?”
Mine?” Responded the tourist surprised.” I’m here only passing through”
“I also am just passing through.” Concluded the wise man.
“Life here on earth is only temporal…yet, some live it as if they were going to stay here forever, forgetting to be happy.”
“The value of something is not in how long it lasts, but in the intensity with which it is experienced.”
God has loaned us this life and He’s the one who will collect it, and so it is that; we are only passing through
Living the real thing, doesn’t consist of things at all, because things cannot truly satisfy.
Only through God can we find real joy, true happiness, and the eternal fulfillment that only He can give.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Enjoying everyday life!
When was the last time you got off from work and a thought struck you to check out which movie is showing and you proceeded to Junction or 20th Century to watch a movie alone?
Ladies, when was the last time you passed a beauty parlor and proceeded to have unplanned but enjoyable pedi/manicure?
Or a Saturday morning, you left the digs and headed for unplanned swim?
I know that the cash implication definitely limits those 'Free' moments but pause and reminiscent the joy you felt after that moment of impulse! Spontaneity!
I need a burst of that right now! ;o)
Ladies, when was the last time you passed a beauty parlor and proceeded to have unplanned but enjoyable pedi/manicure?
Or a Saturday morning, you left the digs and headed for unplanned swim?
I know that the cash implication definitely limits those 'Free' moments but pause and reminiscent the joy you felt after that moment of impulse! Spontaneity!
I need a burst of that right now! ;o)
Monday, August 28, 2006
Love is...
I cannot believe that the last time i wrote was February! Not that am feeling very creative today.
I received this forward this morning which tugged on my heartstrings.
Love Is...
· Love is that first feeling you feel before all the bad stuff gets in the way.
· When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.
· When someone loves you, the way she says your name is different. You know that your name is safe in her mouth.
· Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.
· Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.
· Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.
· Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.
· Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My mommy and daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss but they look happy and sometimes they dance in the kitchen while kissing.
· Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents for a minute and look around. * There are 2 kinds of love. Our love. God’s love. But God makes both kinds of them.
· Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it every day.
· Love comes from people’s hearts, but God made hearts.
· During my piano recital, I was on a stage and scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.
· My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.
· Love is when mommy gives daddy the best piece of chicken.
· Love is when mommy sees daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.
· If you want somebody to love you, then just be yourself. Some people try to act like somebody else, somebody the boy likes better. I think the boy isn’t being very good if he does this to you and you should just find a nicer boy.
· Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.
· When you’re born and see your mommy for the first time. That’s love.
· Love goes on even when you stop breathing and you pick up where you left off when you reach heaven.
· I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.
· You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.
· You have to fall in love before you get married. Then when you’re married, you just sit around and read books together.
· I let my big sister pick on me because my mom says she only picks on me because she loves me. So I pick on my baby sister because I love her.
· God could have said magic words to make the nails fall off the cross, but He didn’t. That’s love.
· Love cards, like Valentine’s cards, say stuff on them that we’d like to say ourselves, but we wouldn’t be caught dead saying.
· When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.
· You never have to be lonely. There’s always somebody to love, even if it’s just a squirrel or a kitten.
· You can break love, but it won’t die.
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I received this forward this morning which tugged on my heartstrings.
Love Is...
· Love is that first feeling you feel before all the bad stuff gets in the way.
· When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.
· When someone loves you, the way she says your name is different. You know that your name is safe in her mouth.
· Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.
· Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.
· Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.
· Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.
· Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My mommy and daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss but they look happy and sometimes they dance in the kitchen while kissing.
· Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents for a minute and look around. * There are 2 kinds of love. Our love. God’s love. But God makes both kinds of them.
· Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it every day.
· Love comes from people’s hearts, but God made hearts.
· During my piano recital, I was on a stage and scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.
· My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.
· Love is when mommy gives daddy the best piece of chicken.
· Love is when mommy sees daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.
· If you want somebody to love you, then just be yourself. Some people try to act like somebody else, somebody the boy likes better. I think the boy isn’t being very good if he does this to you and you should just find a nicer boy.
· Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.
· When you’re born and see your mommy for the first time. That’s love.
· Love goes on even when you stop breathing and you pick up where you left off when you reach heaven.
· I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.
· You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.
· You have to fall in love before you get married. Then when you’re married, you just sit around and read books together.
· I let my big sister pick on me because my mom says she only picks on me because she loves me. So I pick on my baby sister because I love her.
· God could have said magic words to make the nails fall off the cross, but He didn’t. That’s love.
· Love cards, like Valentine’s cards, say stuff on them that we’d like to say ourselves, but we wouldn’t be caught dead saying.
· When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.
· You never have to be lonely. There’s always somebody to love, even if it’s just a squirrel or a kitten.
· You can break love, but it won’t die.
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Wednesday, February 01, 2006
If he didn't love you like he does...
Enough to give up his glory and majesty...
To come down and live like a mortal being whilst he was God's only son!
More.. to be born to humble parents..
To live a life like we have...
But his was a life of goodness and yet for his good, he was paid with ridicule and mockery....
.... and pain and finally, he was crucified
And his pain was our gain...
For through his death we were reconcilied to God!
Today if you hear his voice, do not harden your heart.
.... see to it that no one misses the grace of God. Hebrews 12:15
Friends...
Are those who know you are hurting with one look..
Share your laughter and tears....
Remember birthdays and anniversaries...
Will call you in the middle of the night just to share a thought..
Are treasures from above...
Will always want the best for you..
Allow you to be yourself..
Will notice the first grey hairs on your head..and tease you about it!
Are those you lose your guard with..
Will always have time for you..
will attend your wedding and funerals of you loved ones..
But the best of friends is Jesus!
There is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Do you believe in marriage?
The other day, i walked into a pal's office to wish them a Happy New Year and of course the usual discussion on resolutions came up. He brought up the topic of relationships and didnt we have a heated debate! For the sake of privacy i will withhold his name and call him Aaron. Firstly, he asked me why i desired m
arriage when the institution of marriage was no longer feasible! Exactly how he put it. His reasons for his distrust in marriage was that fidelity was a thing of the past. He recounted the number of ladies he knew who were unfaithful to their husbands alongside the age old behaviour of guys who beleived that an affair actually helps a relationship! What?Relax, let me expound on how he put it, he said that a man who has a 'side dish' doesnt take home alot of stress and therefore is in a better frame of mind to deal with his family's needs! I retorted that i have never had such a lousy excuse!! I mean, if you'd ask any woman they would tell you that they would rather deal with their husband's foul mood than have him soothed by another woman!
His advise for me was that i should get myself with child and move on! To which i replied that i would prefer to get a child with its father in tow!
My thoughts, why is it that when we go through a lousy relationship we brand guys as incapable of being faithful? Does that mean that the same is true of chics? Why is it so easy for us to come up with a catch-all-phrase/opinion?Before you condemn all relationships are you sure that you dont know at least one relationship that seems to be working? And for our married pals, could you please even as you complain to us about your relationships when things are tough also come and tell us about them when they are working so that we can celebrate with you? Let us have a balanced opinion on the this topic of the century. These quotes speak volumes of what marriage is:
Marriage is an alliance entered into by a man who can't sleep with the window shut, and a woman who can't sleep with the window open. ~George Bernard Shaw
More marriages might survive if the partners realized that sometimes the better comes after the worse. ~Doug Larson
Success in marriage does not come merely through finding the right mate, but through being the right mate. ~Barnett R. Brickner
arriage when the institution of marriage was no longer feasible! Exactly how he put it. His reasons for his distrust in marriage was that fidelity was a thing of the past. He recounted the number of ladies he knew who were unfaithful to their husbands alongside the age old behaviour of guys who beleived that an affair actually helps a relationship! What?Relax, let me expound on how he put it, he said that a man who has a 'side dish' doesnt take home alot of stress and therefore is in a better frame of mind to deal with his family's needs! I retorted that i have never had such a lousy excuse!! I mean, if you'd ask any woman they would tell you that they would rather deal with their husband's foul mood than have him soothed by another woman!
His advise for me was that i should get myself with child and move on! To which i replied that i would prefer to get a child with its father in tow!
My thoughts, why is it that when we go through a lousy relationship we brand guys as incapable of being faithful? Does that mean that the same is true of chics? Why is it so easy for us to come up with a catch-all-phrase/opinion?Before you condemn all relationships are you sure that you dont know at least one relationship that seems to be working? And for our married pals, could you please even as you complain to us about your relationships when things are tough also come and tell us about them when they are working so that we can celebrate with you? Let us have a balanced opinion on the this topic of the century. These quotes speak volumes of what marriage is:
Marriage is an alliance entered into by a man who can't sleep with the window shut, and a woman who can't sleep with the window open. ~George Bernard Shaw
More marriages might survive if the partners realized that sometimes the better comes after the worse. ~Doug Larson
Success in marriage does not come merely through finding the right mate, but through being the right mate. ~Barnett R. Brickner
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Resolutions 2006
Today is the 3rd day of the new year and I'm sure most of you are scribbling away at your 'wish list,'. Lets see, some of what you are writing must be ... 1. quit smoking; 2. open a savings account ;3. join a gym. Personally, I have nothing written down although yes, i cannot avoid making some promises to myslef about the things i will pursue in this new year. I doubt that we can avoid making resolutions. I mean, its a whole new year,its a new start! How can you stride into this year just as you were last year? Its impossible! I still cannot believe that today is 2006...just saying it sounds strange, it doesnt roll down my tongue instead 2006 gets stuck on the roof of my tongue.
For those in Kenya I pray that we take stock of how far we have come. Let us put our discerning caps on as this year willl be a compaign year what with elections being held next year! It was a dry christmas and i dont know about you but i felt horrible tearing into piece after piece of nyama choma.... My increasing bloated stomach growing larger with the background of news showing images of my fellow Kenyans starving to death! come on guys, lets try to contribute in some sort to give these guys some food.
My mail box is full! I wish i could press delete but i cannot therefore... gotta go! Oh, I must confess to overeating bigtime! i tell you I tore into meat and starch without a glance at my already colossal hips! oh well, better not regret rather, you guessed right...crash detox program ;o)
I hope to write again in the course of the day, in the meantime...
May 2006 be the year that your dreams come true!
May you start your business..
May your little one take their first step!
May you get the job that you have desired!
May your relationships improve!
May your family remain blessed!
May you sigh in contentment at the beauty of life!
May your wedding be great this year!
May you (ME!) meet your someone this year!
May life deal you bouquet of flowers!
May your appreciate life even as you mourn the ones you loved that passed on last year ...
May your foundations run deep...
May your find yourself and find the God that loves you!
For those in Kenya I pray that we take stock of how far we have come. Let us put our discerning caps on as this year willl be a compaign year what with elections being held next year! It was a dry christmas and i dont know about you but i felt horrible tearing into piece after piece of nyama choma.... My increasing bloated stomach growing larger with the background of news showing images of my fellow Kenyans starving to death! come on guys, lets try to contribute in some sort to give these guys some food.
My mail box is full! I wish i could press delete but i cannot therefore... gotta go! Oh, I must confess to overeating bigtime! i tell you I tore into meat and starch without a glance at my already colossal hips! oh well, better not regret rather, you guessed right...crash detox program ;o)
I hope to write again in the course of the day, in the meantime...
May 2006 be the year that your dreams come true!
May you start your business..
May your little one take their first step!
May you get the job that you have desired!
May your relationships improve!
May your family remain blessed!
May you sigh in contentment at the beauty of life!
May your wedding be great this year!
May you (ME!) meet your someone this year!
May life deal you bouquet of flowers!
May your appreciate life even as you mourn the ones you loved that passed on last year ...
May your foundations run deep...
May your find yourself and find the God that loves you!
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