Wednesday, 7 January 2015

Please,do live.

"The fear of death follows from the fear of life.A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time."-Mark Twain

Laugh,even when you feel too sick or too worn out or tired.Smile,even when you're trying not to cry and the tears are blurring your vision.Sing,even when people stare at you and tell you your voice is crappy.Trust,even when your heart begs you not to.Twirl,even when your mind makes no sense of what you see.Frolick,even when you are made fun of.Kiss,even when others are watching.

Sleep,even when you're afraid of what the dreams might bring.Run,even when it feels like you can't run any more.And,always,remember,even when the memories pinch your heart.Because the pain of all your experience is what makes you the person you are now.And withoutyour experience,you are an empty page,a blank notebook,a missing lyric.

What makes you brave is your willingness to live through your terrible days in life and hold your head up high the next day.
So don't live life in fear.Because you are stronger now.Live your life,the only way you know how.Live for yourself,then extend the love to others.Make mistakes,and learn from them.Whatever happens,make sure you always make sure you land on your feet,or get back on them,after the fall.

It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die.That is true,it's called Life.Because,trust me,life is for the living.You're the one that's got to die when it's time for me to die,so live your life the way you want to.

Because in the end,you only regret the things we didn't do.And when that day comes,it's easy to die when you know you have lived.

So,please,do live...

Wednesday, 17 December 2014

Of rainbows,anyway...

“Let no one who loves be called altogether unhappy.Even love unreturned has its rainbow.”
J.M. Barrie, The Little Minister

Unrequited love,and the pain it comes with!To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves,because what’s worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it?Love is supposed to be beautiful when it is shared,right?Imagine that kind of love a person has for another,when the feeling is not mutual.

I was,as usual,going through my Goodreads,when I bumped into this quote.I wonder who hasn't been there:more the unhappy place,than the rainbows,anyway bit.

Neil Gaiman;Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.I hate love.

That was said about that feeling of needing to be with someone,so bad that when they are away from you,it hurts enough to hate love.But this kind of love;unrequited love...I have to admit,is so much better than a real one.I mean,it's perfect...As long as something is never even started,you never have to worry about it ending.It has endless potential.Silly,I know.It is easier this way,though...but the pain!

Unrequited love is near unconditional.Hurts more than brings joy..wait,the only joy you get,is bittersweet.Your smile fades,everytime you remember they can't love you back.Sad,huh?Problems get fixed,but unrequited love?Now,that,is a tragedy.Imagine waiting all your life,for hallo,or a phone ring,to prove you are not alone...

As a lover it's difficult not to project your boundless feelings of fondness onto the beloved. But when it becomes blatant that these feelings aren't recognized,and if so, certainly aren't reciprocated;the ensuing disappointment and hurt can be immeasurable. The famous line, "She [or he] doesn't even know I exist," is so familiar because the experience itself is so common. Which one of us hasn't at some time experienced the pangs of a love that's not reciprocated?

It's no wonder that so many poets have written about unrequited love. For when their emotions have become so overwhelming, so agitating, anxiety-laden, or consuming, how could they not be driven to search for just the right words, images, and metaphors to express,or better, release such intense feelings? And,almost like a bloodletting, such a discharge is likely to offer them at least some immediate relief. So throughout history,writers have painstakingly sought to transform their raw, overpowering feelings into a language as poignant,as "touching" and "moving," as this excruciatingly frustrating experience must have been for them.And their deeply personal need to give voice to such anguish was probably as urgent as the anguish itself.

Every broken heart has screamed at one time or another: "Why can't you see who I truly am? 

 "I prithee send me back my heart,
Since I cannot have thine;
For if from yours you will not part,
Why, then, shouldst thou have mine?"

~ John Suckling

Unrequited love is also the stuff that popular songs are made of.When I was 18,I could sing Taylor Swift's "Teardrops on my guitar" by heart!no,don't ask.Lord!

Songs About Unrequited Love

This list had over 500 songs!I could only name a few.See,there's so much sang,about unrequited love.

Think,Adelle.My friend even thinks she is a sad person,just for the music she makes.I always thought every song of hers,takes you to a place you have been to...My favourite Whitney son(R.I.P) is also about not having a return in love,of the measure you gave to someone you would easily have died for."Saving all My Love" for a person that would never feel the same about you.Tough luck,eh?

". . . a final comfort that is small, but not cold: The heart is the only broken instrument that works"
~ T. E. Kalem

 Like I ever could write about love,unrequited..sigh.
this is nearly the saddest thing I have ever had to write about.

At least I did try...

..."To love and not be loved back,is the saddest part about giving love a chance.This is the curse of a lonely heart..."
~Nyawira Doreen

PS:I know there should be beauty in love,unrequited,or returned,but the only rainbow I want is the one I can look at with him,smile in the moment,and think to myself,"Ah,I'm truly blessed to have him.But until then,let me stay alone,with my pieces/poems,and songs,and dreams,and hopes,that he feels the same...because it would kill me to find out that he doesn't.


Wednesday, 25 June 2014


The way my title looks,I can only think Natalie Cole!(So,I haven't written in months,but I wanted to!Only something this big was good enough to get me to put my terribly busy schedule on waiting!)So,the other day,I was talking to a friend about songs I like,even though the styles are totally not my cup of tea...Then L.O.V.E by Natalie Cole,hit the airwaves!It must have been Tina's Classic Cafe'!(I always listen in at every chance I get!)This song is beautiful,in a cute,old-fashioned way!But the way she says "I love you!"Not every girl can hack that...

 "L  is for the way you look at me
 O  is for the only one I see
V  is very very extraordinary
E  is even more than anyone that you adore can love..."I love how the said it in her day!

Poets and musicians,even painters and sculptors have for the longest time tried to define the feeling or state of being in love with someone!My mother once told me that being in love makes you want the best for the one you love,even if that means leaving their lives,if you stand in the way of their happiness!

Now,There's this great poet I like...Pablo Neruda!He wrote one of my all time favourite poems!The moment I first read it,I was sure I was going to blog about it!This piece just screamed in my face!....."I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,in secret,between the shadow and the soul."
The way these words glared at my face!I am at that point in my life!If he is a secret,I want to tell it!If I could drape the moon in words of how he makes me feel...I would need Jupiter's moon!I don't even know if that makes any sense,but to me,it does!

The point is,I have loved before,only to have my heart crippled and shoved back at me!But the strangest thing has happened!I have found another,who mended it with as little as hallo!I know this is the stuff of movies and fiction bookshelves,but I guess you could say imagination is something I can now live without!Like I hardly need to sleep,because I love reality better than my dreams!

I don't know what to do,but I have the best sensation in my chest,better than that feeling when I put a cotton bud in my right ear,just in time to experience "that feeling"(My friend Wamboe and I,have been trying to find a name for this cotton bud sensation) help us if you have the slightest clue!Oh,I said right ear because my left ear is deaf!I think that killed the nerves there too..

Before I lose it all here on my blog,let me diall that +245722 in case he thinks I don't care half as much as I let on!I never thought I could say this about anybody other than myself(and Lauryn Hill),but he has the most soothing voice my ear ever heard!Being partially deaf makes me choosy when it comes to people's voices;I am easily irritated by some voices,for no reason!No,he is no singer,but then again,he needs not go that far;he has me at hallo(sometimes even before that hallo)!!Strangely,as I type this,I am singing along to.."LOVING HIM IS RED!"Playing Taylor Swift is not one of my strongest qualities,though!

Enough of my ranting(the excitement:wooi!)Here is that lovely Sonnet that got me back into a blogging mood!Feels good to be back to my blog!Ps:Thank me later,yeah! *wink*

 Pablo Neruda ; Sonnet XVII: I do not love you as if you were brine-rose, topaz

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;

so I love you because I know no other waythan this:

where I does not exist, nor you...
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

 Pablo Neruda;One one of the most famous poets of all time, Pablo Neruda was born Neftali Ricardo Reyes Basoalto, but adopted legally in 1946 his pen name of Pablo Neruda. From the 1940s on, his works reflected the political struggle of the left and the socio-historical developments in South America. He is also very famous for his love poems.  Neruda's Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair (1924) have sold over a million copies since it first appeared.His poems total to about 120 pieces.





noun: sonnet; plural noun: sonnets
1.A poem of fourteen lines using any of a number of formal rhyme schemes, in English typically having ten syllables per line.



Thursday, 2 January 2014


The bible says that in the end times,there shall be false prophets,who will rise up and perform great signs and wonders so as to deceive,if possible,even God's chosen ones....( Mark 13:22,Matthew 24:24,2 Peter 2:1)
There are those now.I do not want to speak about thsese,being the end times,NO.Even the reluctant non-believer sees that!
False prophets,and religious manipulators.That is what I tackle today.Just recently,a TV station in my country did an expose' on just how much these are rife and prevalent.There was reference to big churches in the west too,so this is definitely not something about Kenya,or Africa;its global.
They want your money,in exchange for healing.It is now an income generator.Something so divine,something that is of God Himself.Ministry,in His service.A gift,put into terribly wrong use!Remember how different things were with Jesus,Elisha,Elijah...and other servants of God in the bible?Jesus would say,"Your faith has made you well...!"....( Matthew 9:22, Luke 7:50,Luke 18:42)
But today,the phrase has become *"Panda mbegu!"
I'm not saying that sowing is wrong.All I am saying is,it should be as is in your covenat with your God.When Jesus died,the curtain at the temple tore,letting the congregation have direct access to the holy of hollies,meaning they could now talk to God,without mediation from priests and their likes.Faith is a conviction that can only be present,if one has a direct,one on one,personal and interactive relationship with God.
I feel bad,when I see people putting money in envelopes,to give to church ministers,not because they want to give,but because they have to.Sad reality dawned on me,when I watched that expose'.Preachers misleading their flock,on broad daylight.Discernment is dire.These are times in shich we,as Christians,cannot survive without this gift.I dared reach out to a lady,after I spotted her in the church service,and asked her why she paid,to be 'healed'
*"Siku hizi hakuna vitu za bure,mami,"she told me
*"Lakini si Yesu alitufia sote msalabani,bila sisi kutoa malipo?"I replied.
The lady just looked at me,shook her head in disbelief,and left.
My people perish for lack of knowledge....( Proverbs 5:23,Job 36:12,Isaiah 5:13,Hosea 4:6)
I have been praying for her,and for the rest of the blind flock,who continue to be led astray by indifferent shepherds.Another subject of prayer,is prosperity gospel.These preachers have capitalized on what you can do,as a human being,they only preach how rich,healthy,and well placed,God will make you,but they never tell the flock about first having a relationship with this God,where He is your father,and hence you now earn the right to claim your birthright,from your papa.How else does He give you those riches if He is not your father?It is written,that "The Lord is my shepherd,I shall not want...yea,though I walk in the shadow of the valley of death,I fear not...."Psalms 23...
How does He cover your health and your worries,if you do not have a relationship with Him,that allows you to tell him..."Dad,thankyou for my life,and my health,please continue being the guardian of my health...and my life"In Psalms 91,it talks about divine protection.How do you expect that from God,whenyou have done nothing,put no effort in becoming his son?Why do you expect to be treated like a son,when you are a stranger?Preachers should be the teachers of the word,the ones who hold your hand,and help you get to that part where you are trully,fully,a son of God.But now,they are the cancer that is eating up the little good flesh thats left,of the true Christians.
Please dont get me wrong.There are true prophets and preachers too.Its just that the false ones seem to be the smoothest talkers...but then again,it is written!...( Matthew 24:24,Mark 13:22,2 Peter 2:1)
I prayed about this for a while.I am just one woman,a girl,actually.At 22,not many people take me as seriously as I wish they would.But I knew,there's little I can do to change things,and this is me doing it...that little that I can.
In my quest to do something about all these,I came across the works of one Jeffrey Bethke.He is doing a great job,of sensitizing Christians on all social-religious matters,that sometimes,preachers lack the words to rightly castigate.I will talk about his other works,on my future posts,but today,I want to introduce to you,his piece,called..."WHY I HATE RELIGION,BUT LOVE JESUS."
I like how he shows,clearly,the differences between the two,and the way his words take me away,I can easily tell he is well versed with his bible.So many Christians today,barely have that connection.Most of them havent let their faces see the inside their bibles,in ages.
Jeffrey Bethke,is clearly a different breed of a Christian.I never say this about alot of people,but,I pray to God,I get to his level of committment to his Ministry,in God's service.In his piece,"WHY I HATE RELIGION,BUT LOVE JESUS." Jeffrey Bethke has said aloud,words I wished,for a long time,I could find,and share with anybody who cares to lend a hearing ear!I pray that these words come to you with as much annointing,as they got to me with.God bless you.


What if I told you,Jesus came to abolish religion?
What if I told you getting you to vote republican,really wasn’t his mission?
What if I told you,"Republican" doesn’t automatically mean "Christian."
And just because you call some people blind,doesn’t automatically give you vision.
I mean,if religion is so great,why has it started so many wars?
Why does it build huge churches,but fails to feed the poor?
Tells single moms God doesn’t love them if they’ve ever had a divorce,
But God in the Old Testament actually calls the religious people 'whores'

Religion might preach grace,but another thing they practice,
Tend to ridicule Gods people,they did it to John the Baptist,
They cant fix their problems,and so they just mask it,
Not realizing that’s just like spraying perfume on a casket,
Because the problem with religion is that it never gets to the core,
It’s just behavior modification, like a long list of chores.
Let’s dress up the outside, make things look nice and neat,
Its funny;that’s what they do to mummies, while the corpse rots underneath,
Now I ain’t judging I’m just saying be careful of putting on a fake look,
Because there’s a problem if people only know that you’re a Christian,
by that little section on your facebook!

I mean,in every other aspect of life you know that logic's unworthy
Its like saying you play for the lakers just because you bought a jersey
But see I played this game too; no one seemed to be on to me,
I was acting like church kid, while addicted to pornography.
I’d go to church on Sunday, but on saturday getting faded,
Acting as if I was simply created to have sex and get wasted.
See,I Spent my whole life putting on this façade of neatness,
But now that I know Jesus, I boast in my weakness.
If grace is water, then the church should be an ocean,
Its not a museum for good people, it’s a hospital for the broken
Which means,I no longer have to hide my failures,I don’t have to hide my sin,
Because my salvation doesn’t depend on me, it depends on him.
because when I was Gods enemy and certainly not a fan,
God looked down on me and said, “I want that man!”
Which is why Jesus hated religion,and he even called them religious men fools,

Don’t you see hes so much better than just following some rules?
Now let me clarify, I love the church, I love the bible, and I believe in sin
But my question, is if Jesus were here today, would your church let Him in?
Remember He was called a drunkard and a glutton by “religious men”
The Son of God has never supported self-righteousness, not now, not then.
Now back to the topic, one thing I think is vital to mention,
How Jesus and religion are on opposite spectrums,
One is the work of God one is a man made invention,
One is the cure and one is the infection.
Because Religion says do, Jesus says done.
Religion says slave, Jesus says son,
Religion puts you in bondage but Jesus sets you free.
Religion makes you blind, but Jesus makes you see.
This is what makes religion and Jesus two different clans,
Religion is man searching for God, but Christianity is God searching for man.
Which is why salvation is freely mine, forgiveness is my own,
Not based on my efforts, but Christ’s obedience alone.
Because he took the crown of thorns, and blood that dripped down his face
He took what we all deserved, that’s why we call it grace.

While being murdered he yelled “Father forgive them, they know not what they do”,
Because when he was dangling on that cross, he was thinking of you
He paid for all your sin, and then buried it in the tomb,
Which is why I'm kneeling at the cross now saying,"Come on,there’s room..."
So for religion,I hate it!in fact I literally resent it,
Because when Jesus cried It is finished, I believe He meant it......


He says it so well,right?
He paid for all your sin,and then buried it in the tomb.Which is why  I'm kneeling at the cross now,saying,"Come on,there’s room..."
He took the crown of thorns,and blood that dripped down his face.He took what we all deserved,that’s why we call it grace.....
You read a piece like this one,and you feel lie getting on the microphone,and just worshipping!I dont deserve all this that God has given me.I'm forever grateful...I thank God for souls like Jeffrey Bethke!
I know that keeping up with God can be demanding,and especially when everything is going well,it's easy to keep the faith.But being a child of God,means you can cry to Him,even in your darkest hour,and He answers.We all fall short of His glory,but the difference is,his sons go back,and say,"Dad,I am sorry.Please forgive me.Religious talk makes sin look like damnation,but it is not,really.We were born sinners.But our price was paid,by Jesus.He took the fall for all of us!
If you have backslidden,do not feel ashamed,or scared of your father.He is waiting for you,with arms wide open...Remember the words in Jeffrey's piece...."If grace is water,then the church should be an ocean.Its not a museum for good people;it’s a hospital for the broken!Which means,I no longer have to hide my failures.I don’t have to hide my sin.Because my salvation doesn’t depend on me,it depends on Him!Because when I was Gods enemy and certainly not a fan,God looked down on me and said, “I want that man!”
If you are a non believer,you may have been fed with the wrong facts by such preachers and "Christians".But I am here to tell you today,that being in a possition to talk to God,as a child of His,is the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me....In Him,I have come to know unconditional love.The same God that created everything,has time to listen to me whine on about a stomach upset!Can you imagine that?What love beats that?
Forget what the world tells you.Read His word,The Bible,and pray.All He needs,is that your heart be willing to let Him in......

*Panda Mbegu >>> Sow a seed.
* Siku hizi hakuna vitu za bure,mami >>> Girl,nothing is free these days.
*Lakini si Yesu alitufia sote msalabani,bila sisi kutoa malipo? >>> But didnt Jesus die for us all,at the cross.for free?

Thursday, 14 November 2013


Like one wise Mark Twain,I never let my schooling interfere with my education.Education has been dominating my thoughts for a while now.My two little brothers,Brian and Lee,are both sitting their national examinations.Brian is sitting his O-Level exams,while Lee is doing his final primary school exams.Being a daughter of scholars,I have high regard for education,both academic and otherwise.I know the pressure they must both be feeling at this point.But I tell them always,never to put school,and exams,above their education.
I am what my teachers called a bright kid,in primary and high school.But they also said I have a tendancy not to take my schoolwork,and mostly,my examinations,seriously.I never quite looked at exams,as the determinants of my IQ.My parents,like my teachers,thought that it was too free spirited of me!But in earnest,my best and most precious and important lessons,I learnt outside the confines of the classroom.I always have a book in hand.I love knowledge,and I look for it.I dare to go out of the Syllabus,and search for truths that scholars dubbed,unimportant.On the day of my exams,I could comfortably sport a book that is in no way related to the unit I will be tested on.Even here,in campus,I find students cramming stuff on the eve of the examination,or minutes before.If such are the kind of professionals that school yields,I rest my case.I am of the belief,that school is important,but it isnt entirely indispensable.Education is.

So,I was just roaming online the other day,reading what other people thought about education,and schooling.Then,a British poet,one Suli Breaks,caught my eye.He had a whole world of my thoughts,embedded in his words.I could identify with every single word he spoke.Throughout his piece,I found myself unconsciously nodding in agreement.I even fell in love with the title to his piece.There it was,written in bold, "WHY I HATE SCHOOL,BUT LOVE EDUCATION."

It caught my eye,later,my ear,and later,my psyche...So,I decided to get you his lyrics,that you too,may see what amazed me so.Here is that amazing piece,but this gifted British poet,Suli Breaks...


So,you want to get a degree,why?Let me tell you what society would tell you,"Increases your chances of getting a job,provides you with an opportunity to be successful,your life will be a lot less stressful,education is the key."Now,let me tell you what your parents would tell you,"Make me proud,increases your chances of getting a job,provides you with an opportunity to be successful, your life will be a lot less stressful,education is the key."

Now let’s look at the statistics;Steve Jobs’ net worth $7 billion(R.I.P),Richard Branson net worth $4.2 billion,Oprah Winfrey net worth $2.7 billion,Mark Zuckerberg,Henry Ford,Steven Spielberg,Bill Gates....

Now here comes ‘the coup, de grace’.Looking at these individuals, what’s your conclusion?Neither of them,in being successful,ever graduated from a higher learning institution.Now some of you would protest like,"You know money is only the medium by which one measures worldly success."Some of you even have the nerve to say,"I don’t do it for the money."So,what are studying for?To work for a charity?Need more clarity?

Let’s look at the statistics..Jesus,Muhammed,Socrates,Malcolm X,Mother Teresa,Spielberg,Shakespeare,Beethoven,Jesse Owens, Muhammad Ali,Sean Carter,Michael Jeffrey Jordan,Michael Joseph Jackson...were either of these people unsuccessful or uneducated?

All I’m saying is that if there was a family tree,hard work and education would be related,but school would probably be a distant cousin.If education is the key, then school is the lock.Because it rarely ever develops your mind to the point where it can perceive red as green and continue to go when someone else said stop.Because as long as you follow the rules and pass the exams,you’re cool. But are you aware that examiners have a checklist?And if your answer is something outside of the box,the automatic response is a cross!And then they claim that school expands your horizons and your visions.Well, tell that to Malcolm X,who dropped out of school and is world renowned for what he learned in a prison.

Proverbs 17:16->>It does a fool no good to spend money on education,why?Because he has no common sense.George Bush.Need I say more?“Education is about inspiring ones mind not just filling their head.And take this from me,because I’m a educated man myself,who only came to this realization after countless nights in the library with a can of Red Bull keeping me awake til dawn and another can in the morn,falling asleep in between piles of books which probably equates the same amount I’ve spent on my rent. I would memorize equations,facts and dates,write it down to the letter,half of which I’d never remember,and half of which I forgot straight after the exam,and before the start of the next semester,asking anyone if they had notes for the last lecture?I often found myself running to class,just so I could find the spot on which I could rest my head and fall asleep without making a scene. Ironic,because that’s the only time I ever spent in university of chasing my dreams.And then after nights with a dead-mind,identifying myself in the queue of half awake student zombies waiting to hand in an assignment,maybe that’s why they call it a dead line.And then after three years of mental suppression and frustration,my proud mother didn’t even turn up to my graduation.”

Now,I’m not saying that school is evil,and there’s nothing to gain,but all I’m saying is,understand your morals and reassess your aims,because if you want a job working for someone else,then help yourself.But then that would be a contradiction,because you
wouldn’t have really be helping yourself,you’ll be helping somebody else.There’s a saying,which says,“If you don’t build your dream, someone else will hire you to help build theirs.”
 Redefine how you view education.Understand its true meaning.Education is not just about regurgitating facts from a book on someone else’s opinion on a subject to pass an exam.Look at it,Picasso was educated in creating art,Shakespeare was educated in the art of word that was written,Colonel Harland Sanders was educated in the art of creating Kentucky Fried Chicken...

I once saw David Beckham take a free kick.I watched as the side of his Adidas-sponsored boot hit the playing level of the ball at an angle which caused it to travel towards the skies as though it was destined for the heavens.And then as he reached the peak of his momentum,as though it changed its mind,it switched directions.I watched as the goalkeeper froze,as though he recited to himself the laws of physics,and as though his brain was negotiating with his eyes that he was indeed witnessing the spectacle of the level swung that was sweeping towards it,and then reacted.But only a fraction of a millisecond too late.And before the net of the goal embraced the FIFA-sponsored ball,as though it was the prodigal son returning home....And the country that I live in erupted into cheers,I looked to the play,and thought,"Damn!Looking at David Beckham is more than one way in this world to be an educated man."

Suli Breaks has his way with words;I hope he won you over.I hope you are schooled,for all the right reasons.I am a university student.I study what I love.I am passionate about education though,mostly the non-scholarly kind.I believe that we learn,everyday,in school,and away.But like Suli would say," Redefine how you view education.Understand its true meaning.Education is not just about regurgitating facts from a book on someone else’s opinion on a subject to pass an exam."

I keep telling this to Brian and Lee,and I bet,by now,it has sunk,deeply.Nothing would please me more,than to see my two little brothers grow into,not only well schooled and learned young men,but also educated young men!I voice my opinion about education and school,at every chance I get.Because,dilligence is the only thing I see right in schools these days..period!I know there are those that belong to a different school of thought,who would disagree with me,regarding the opinions voiced in this article.And to those,like Suli,I would say,"If there was a family tree,hard work and education would be related,but school would probably be a distant cousin."

Keep your dilligence,alright.But think beyond what they teach you in school.The syllabus is limited,they only let you learn a portion of what is really there to learn.That means that a greater percentage,is what school leaves behind.Plus examinations never test all you learnt,or do they?Be in school,but for all the right reasons.

PS:You can find Suli's piece on youtube.Just search by his name,or the title to his piece.

Wednesday, 30 October 2013

ASHA MANDELA;The Black Rapunzel ♥

I dont know if I blogged earlier,of my love for dreadlocks,and natural hair,generally.Having earned the tag "African Woman" from my African friends(weird,I know!) due to my love for all things natural,and African....its a shame I am mentioning this now! :(

But now that we are here,I need to say,just how thrilled I am,because by December,my nappy hair will be locked into dreadlocks!Yeeey!!Am telling you,my friend,Wambui,she cant wait to see my hair,locked!hehe

I have been obsessing with dreadlock hairstyles for me,for this Christmas!Ha!It did get to me,this locking thing! :) But,bottom line,I love the fact that I will finally ditch those weaves that Lexx(my bff)calls horses(or horse tails)!But my dreadlocks,are something I'll definitely share with you,when I have pics to show too!Oh,and I'm arranging my dreadlock photoshoot too!hehe..this is going to be awesome! I need to call Cacah..*note to self*

So,back to the lady on my title,Asha Mandela!Am jealous of not just her locks,but her name too!Mandela is quite a big name,you know! :/ Anyway,I was busy trying to find some fancy hairstyles for my locks,on google....and then,there it was,this picture of a woman seated,with a tress of locks flowing from her head!!I was as curious as always,so,I clicked on the webside from whence the picture came! "Black Rapunzel" became the the third reason I am jealous of this 50year old lady,one Amazing Asha Mandela! :)

So,I did the nosing around for you.All you need to do now,is sit down,relax,and read what I came up with...pretty cool,and informative,actually!Oh,and you could thank me later!♥

Now,meet Asha Mandela,better known as "The Black Rapunzel."

Asha Mandela has a lock on a world record that others might dread:The world's longest dreadlocks.The 50-year-old Atlanta resident has earned the name "the Black Rapunzel" because she holds the Guinness World Record for "World's Longest Dreadlocks," which she has owned since 2008. Her dreads were officially measured to be 19 feet, 6 inches long, but an official measurement found one of the strands measured a whopping 55 feet, 7 inches. Mandela first started growing her lovely locks 25 years ago, after she moved from Trinidad-Tobago to New York and decided to have a more "natural" hairstyle. “When I first started, it was more of a spiritual journey -- It wasn’t anything to do with a fad or style in fashion,”Mandela said according to the International Business Times.“After 25 years of growth, my hair has really become part of me and I feel that if I ever cut my hair I’d really be taking away my life.” But greatness like this isn't easy: She washes the dreads once a week,using up to six bottles of shampoo at a time.Then it takes two days for the locks to dry! :O And they weigh 25 pounds when wet. She says the extra weight of her hair makes her doctors very concerned."The doctors seem to think I have a curvature of my spine and that it's the length and the weight of my hair that's making me curve," she said,according to the Mirror. "Some have said my neck has collapsed at the back and that I need to be careful because I could start having spasms in my spine and probably be paralyzed." That problem is mitigated, she says, by the effect her locks have on the men in her life."My hair has never caused a problem with intimacy.I think it adds a little spice on top,"she said.
......Wah!Now,this is just too cool to be real!But I pray that her neck and back stay in good condition...Even I don't want to see those beautiful locks!
....uuum....thank me now,hehe ;)
...Now,let me find Babu,cause this hair of mine needs him,more than ever!Oh,and PS:If you are looking for a locking expert,eeeeer...not to brag,but Babu is the coolest there is!My pics are coming up,just so you understand what they mean,by "Dreadlock perfection! ♥


Tuesday, 24 September 2013


Friends of mine,
You know not what I seek,
You know not,of what I speak,
Of twighlight hews,
The guardians of the night time,
Of "miaws" that sound like babies crying,
And spirits a-roaming in the air...
Of darkness so thick,its tangible...
And silence so loud,its defeaning.

I am,of the fourth watch,
A time so dark,you cant read your watch
but again,isnt the 21st Century just as dark,with iniquity?
The things I see,at this wee hour,
Make my resolve even stronger,
to watch and pray...
Because,the good book says..
That HE will show up like a thief,in the night,
at a time you may never have thought.

Try as I might,
This text wont leave my psyche,
So,here I am...
guuadian of this hour,
Standing in the gap,with all my prayer armour,
You will find me up,by the time you awake,
Ask not,why I am different from your kind,
for HE has taught me to watch and pray.

I found my sole purpose..
This is not just what I do,
To watch and pray,
This is who I am,and I am proud of it.

warrior of the 4th watch...