I am nothing more than the consequence of catastrophe.

The world might be sunny-side up today.

The big ball of yellow might be spilling into the clouds, runny and yolky and blurring into the bluest sky, bright with cold hope and false promises about fond memories, real families, hearty meals sitting on a plate in a world that doesn’t exist anymore.Or maybe not.
Maybe it’s dark and wet today, whistling wind so sharp it stings the skin off the knuckles of grown men. Maybe  it’s raining, I don’t know maybe it’s freezing it’s hailing it’s a hurricane slip slipping into a tornado and the earth is quaking apart to make room for our mistakes. I wouldn’t have any idea.
I don’t have a window anymore. I don’t have a view. It’s a million degrees below zero in my blood and I’m buried 50 feet underground in a training room that’s become my second home lately. Everyday I stare at these 4 walls and remind myself I’m not a prisoner I’m not a prisoner I’m not a prisoner but sometimes the old fears streak across my skin and I can’t seem to break free of the claustrophobia clutching at my throat.

I made so many promises when I arrived here.

Now I’m not so sure. Now I’m worried. Now my mind is a traitor because my thoughts crawl out of bed every morning with darting eyes and sweating palms and nervous giggles that sit in my chest,build in my chest, threaten to burst through my chest, and the pressure is tightening and tightening and tightening.

Life around here isn’t what I expected it to be.My new world is etched in gunmetal, sealed in silver, drowning in the scents of stone and steel. The air is icy, the mats are orange; the lights and switches beep and flicker. It’s busy here, busy with bodies, busy with halls stuffed full of whispers and shouts, pounding feet and thoughtful footsteps. If I listen closely I can hear the sounds of brains working and foreheads pinching and fingers tap tapping at chins and lips and furrowed brows. Ideas are carried in pockets,thoughts propped up on the tips of every tongue; eyes are narrowed in concentration, in careful planning I should want to know about.

But nothing is working and all my parts are broken.

I’m supposed to harness my Energy,It’s  said. Our gifts are different forms of Energy. Matter is never created or destroyed, the said to me, and as our world changed, so did the Energy within it. Our abilities are taken from the universe, from other matter, from other Energies. We are not anomalies.We are inevitabilities of the perverse manipulations of our Earth. Our Energy came from somewhere,they said. And somewhere is in the chaos all around us.

It makes sense. I remember what the world looked like when I left it.

I remember the pissed-off skies and the sequence of sunsets collapsing beneath the moon. I remember the cracked earth and the scratchy bushes and the used-to-be-greens that are now too close to brown. I think about the water we can’t drink and the birds that don’t fly and how human civilization has been reduced to nothing but a series of compounds stretched out over what’s left of our ravaged land.

This planet is a broken bone that didn’t set right, a hundred pieces of crystal glued together. We’ve been shattered and reconstructed, told to make an effort every single day to pretend we still function the way we’re supposed to. But it’s a lie, it’s all a lie. I do not function properly.

I am nothing more than the consequence of catastrophe.

Events have collapsed at the side of the road, abandoned, already forgotten.  I’ve taken up residence on a bed of eggshells, wondering when something is going to break, when I’ll be the first to break it, wondering when everything is going to fall apart.I should’ve been happier, healthier, sleeping better, more soundly in this safe space. Instead I worry about what will happen when if I can’t get this right, if I don’t figure out how to train properly, if I hurt someone on purpose by accident.

We’re preparing for a bloody war.

That’s why I’m training. We’re all trying to prepare ourselves to take down The enemy  and his men. To win one battle at a time. To show the citizens of our world that there is hope yet—that they do not have to acquiesce to the demands of The Reestablishment and become slaves to a regime that wants nothing more than to exploit them for power. And I agreed to fight. To be a warrior. To use my power against my better judgment. But the thought of laying a hand on someone brings back a world of memories, feelings, a flush of power I experience only when I make contact with skin not immune to my own. It’s a rush of invincibility; a tormented kind of euphoria; a wave of intensity flooding every pore in my body. I don’t know what it will do to me. I don’t know if I can trust myself to take pleasure in someone else’s pain.

All I know is that The Enemy ’s last words are caught in my chest and I can’t cough out the cold or the truth hacking at the back of my throat.

You have   no idea that The enemy  can touch me.No one does.

He was supposed to be dead because I was supposed to have shot him but no one supposed I’d need to know how to fire a gun so now I suppose he’s come to find me. He’s come to fight. Happy Mashujaa day.

The Naked Truth About College Grads

Graduate college, they said, It’ll be fun, they said.

They also said that you’d walk across that stage and opportunities would start knocking and kicking and scratching at your door. That you’d smile for that cheesy handshake photograph and hold your fake certificate (Sarcastic)  and all of a sudden you’d feel like (and simultaneously become) a full-fledged, accomplished, educated, real-life, ducks-in-a-row adult.
But anyone who’s graduated college in the last decade knows that’s not the reality. You don’t shrug on your cap and gown and suddenly feel responsible, suddenly know how to file taxes and pay off loan debt. You don’t finish your last final and suddenly realize what you’re doing with your life. You don’t even know what you’re doing for the next six months.
Here’s the harsh reality about being a college grad right now: you’re caught in limbo.

If you’re one of the lucky ones, you’ve accepted a job and you’re set for the temporary now. You have some sort of plan, but without job security, without tenure, and with a highly competitive market, you’ve been trained to not trust in the permanence of anything. Cynical? Maybe. Truth? Definitely.
Here’s the harsh reality about being a college grad right now: you’re caught in limbo. Suddenly, you are too old for college parties. That doesn’t mean you can’t attend them (by all means, do you boo boo) but suddenly your mindset has changed. You need to job hunt, you need to wake up early for the crappy part-time gig you’ve taken in the months between graduation and getting a ‘real career,’ and you have things to do that doesn’t include getting wasted on a Monday night. But you want to go to college parties. 
Your friends are either still in school or have graduated, left town (or not), started their lives (or are pretending to start their lives) and you’re desperate for someone to pregame with,  go out with. So you cyber-stalk all their social media , wondering who they’re hanging out with, who’s all at that party, and if they’re missing you.
But then there’s that part of you that scoffs. You’ve matured, you’ve changed, and you’ve left that college scene. You had your fun. Obligations, priorities, mature fun, and things that you could never afford or even dream up when you were that broken, tragic college seniors.
But still, you’re caught in limbo. There’s a laundry list of expectations that you’re supposed to live up to. You’re supposed to get that job, move, work, make money, be successful, date, marry, have children. Or something along those lines. And you’re nowhere near. (Which is okay, by the way. As long as you’re trying to get yourself together.)
Then there’s the realization that this is it, this is life. And you’re excited about the possibilities, the places you could go, the jobs you could take, and the potential significant others that are gallivanting around somewhere on this planet, wondering about the potential you. The future is limitless. But terrifying.
You’re caught between the familiar and the new, the comfortable and the unknown. There’s the person you’ve been for the last four years, and then there’s this new you—this post-grad you, this adult you—Are you the same person? Suddenly changed? A mix of both?
The post-grad world is strange. You’re not sure who you’re expected to be, and not really sure who you want to be. You’re trying your best to figure it out, to get that dream job, to find a place and a home and a future to claim as your own. But the naked truth about graduating college is that it’s not this paved, golden road. Yes, your education is valuable. And yes, you have a world of possibilities at your fingertips. But that doesn’t make it easier.
Graduating college, just like being in college, is another journey. And with any journey, you need faith, perseverance, hard work, a map, and your heart for when you throw your map out the window.
You’ll make it eventually. It just takes time. And a period of crappy, rough, who-am-I months. But at least you’re leaving on first food anymore, right? 

REMEMBER!!! All Kenyans Are Corrupt

Don’t mind the title; I had to grab your busy attention from the onset. But really, are we sure we are not all Corrupt in the true sense of the word? Corruption, corruption! All this talk of not trusting our leaders, even when they make policies that are sensible is rubbish. Okay we are corrupt in Kenya. But do you think we are more corrupt than the Italians, the Chinese, the Indians or the South Africans? We are just a whole lot more lazy, it would appear. We prefer easy Government jobs that guarantee steady salaries and afford some privileged Kenyans the opportunity to sit around doing nothing for weeks without end, giving them time off to do their own personal stuffs at the expense of public funds, allowing them to go on pointless labour strikes for any reason at the slightest prompting.
They incredibly get to buy very expensive modern cars they can not ordinarily afford with five whole years of untouched regular wages. Kenyans spend huge fortunes on festivities and live well beyond their formal means. Most ordinary Kenyans are indeed as corrupt as the worst politicians and actually even more dubious in their own micro sphere of operations than is popularly admitted. A whooping eighty percent of working Kenyans , in every sector are just like their leaders that rob them. The only difference is that they can only nick the odd shillings off fellow Kenyan as a mere bribe or as the unwarranted overpricing of essential items. Some of Kenyans  are even worse because they as easily kill their own neighbors in their worship places and burn up their fellow citizens’ homes while they are in bed, for the flimsiest reasons. Their leaders do not do that to their neighbours but they easily give them pittance to murder their fellow masses.

At this juncture let me define corruption from the Kenyans ’s general perspective, which incidentally doesn’t differ from the conventional one but emphasizes one Kenyans ’s misgiving and particular distrust for another Kenyan having the means to exercise their advantage over him. Corruption to the Kenyan  means ‘having undue advantage’ and the definition of the phrase ‘undue advantage’ is relative to the individual, his orientation or bias. Already some Kenyans  have started exercising their advantage by making fellow citizens pay over hundred percent more than they ought to after just a few days of no Unga subsidy, making them pay more for stuffs that don’t even have anything to do with it.

We blame everything on Uhuru Kenyatta because he is the president and rightly so, but then we find ourselves completely blameless for the pains we inflict on our fellow citizens and our own lazy carefree-ness, for craving so much more than we earn. We need a pinch in the arm so that we would wake up and grow up to the reality of things. When we grow up to our own simple honest responsibilities then maybe we can have the moral right to “Occupy Kenya” as progressive citizens and not the disoriented, cheapened & perpetual government welfare population we have made of ourselves.
It is such a pity that so many intelligent people can not understand the simple economic advantage of removing  subsidy. It is such a pity that they actually chose not to because it quite conveniently fits into their larger plan of discrediting this president for either fraudulently ‘winning’ an election, or ‘hijacking’ the  presidential slot! It is a huge insult to our teachers who had painstakingly taught us the viability of market forces. We either conveniently dumped their lessons on demand and supply, with their elastic curves or actually failed our graduate  school certificate.
I have woken up to the fact that a lot of Kenyans  are hell bent on having an economy that is predominantly dependant on government policies and not on market forces. The former (Government Policies) is prone to corrupt practices while the latter (Market Forces) is mainly in the hands of the people. The developed world has since come to terms with the fact that there is no substitute for a market economy. This debate has since left the realm of academic theories and transmitted into proven practical facts. The demise of USSR and other nations of the Soviet bloc is an eternal endearing case study.

Presently the Chinese are cheating their way to world dominance through the rewards of demand and supply; cheating because they steer the factors to ensure that it is more of the western world’s demand and their supply. The simply practicality of market forces makes it virtually impossible for prices to go beyond adjustments of Productivity, Availability, Profitability and Acquisition (PAPA). We must discipline our minds and perspectives.

Kenyans prefer the former because they love to demand and wouldn’t bend over and supply. Most Kenyans  lack the personal discipline to be progressive and task themselves to persevere under a strenuous regime of creativity and its prolonged lingering changing effects. This is plainly because of the popularity of the age old quest of hanging to the past way of doing things and lying to ourselves that we live in a market driven society.

We grew up hearing tales of new university graduates driving into waiting jobs in brand new company cars. We learnt of; and sparingly got, education scholarships from the Government and glutted on how easy life should be if it isn’t. The persons who had shouted to the roof tops about our corrupt officials are now old in Government and they are worse than those they complained about, when things were a whole lot better that they are now. As such it seems better for most Kenyans  to just sit back and watch, while amassing more fraudulent wealth for themselves and their kith & kin. Thus the corruption hydra would only thrive if the status quo remains as we endlessly pursue a vicious cycle.

We are still under the impression that Kenya  is rich and we can some how get all our stolen money back and have incorruptible diligent leaders in waiting to take over and take us to the promise land. We are dreaming still. For these reasons I am therefore so sure the movement will lose in the very end, if it indeed succeeds in getting the status quo back. We will go the way of Greece, Ireland & Iceland when our corrupt cronies are done with us and we haven’t taught ourselves to market our resources and trade amongst ourselves but to rely on the flow of our abundant oil that is dwindling fast.

We also forget that we have a lingering sentimentality problem which is ceaselessly harnessed by a small portion of our parochial ethnic, religious and political elite in pursuit of their own selfish quests for relevance and dominance. So it is very difficult for the typical Kenyan to rummage through all these factionalized mess and determine the reality of thing as they truly are. It is important that we are not fooled about the true state of things about our national economics as they are now. These facts are in summary;

– The Kenyan nation is broke; how or why it is broke doesn’t change this fact.

– Kenyan can not gamble that things will change if they remain as they are.

– Kenyans must pay their way through this period ultimately, now or later.

– The Government is unreliable and can not be depended upon, now or later.

– The people can not guarantee prices  subsidy but can determine every price.

– Market forces will empower Kenyans economically and thus politically.

– Only empowered Kenyans can change the nation with their votes and activities.

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Kenyans  needs the prices to be determined by market forces more than it needs anything else now. A lot of things rest on this, from the price of a cup of tea to the exchange rate of the US dollar. The capability to determine the unit prices of every single item in the country should be in the hands of the final consumers of these items, to a very large extend! With proper handling the Kenyan economy will explode and we will stop stocking dollars indoors and waiting for its dilly dallying exchange rates to guide us. As it is now the dollar continues to have a dual rating; an unrealistic pegged government one and another unrealistic Black market maneuvered one, both playing games with us.

We will weep for Kenya if all is lost when we refuse the present truth because of the old lingering lies. The world economy is not healthy, why do we think that somehow we will be immune to that effect. In the last five years food prices in Kenya has been fixed and unchanged. Within the same period every other price elsewhere soared and it is amazing that a lot of intelligent people can not understand the need to .

In the Words of Charlie Chaplin:

img_20170302_124739_285.jpgI’m sorry, but I don’t want to be an emperor. That’s not my business. I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone if possible; Jew, Gentile, black man, white. We all want to help one another.

Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other’s happiness, not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone, and the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone.
The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way. Greed has poisoned men’s souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical; our cleverness, hard and unkind.
We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery, we need humanity. More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost. The airplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men; cries out for universal brotherhood; for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world, millions of despairing men, women, and little children, victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people.

To those who can hear me, I say, do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress.
The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish. Soldiers! Don’t give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you, enslave you; who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel! Who drill you, diet you, treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder.


Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men – machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines, you are not cattle, you are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts! You don’t hate! Only the unloved hate; the unloved and the unnatural.


Soldiers! Don’t fight for slavery! Fight for liberty! In the seventeenth chapter of St. Luke, it is written that the kingdom of God is within man, not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you!
You, the people, have the power, the power to create machines, the power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure.


Then in the name of democracy, let us use that power. Let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world, a decent world that will give men a chance to work, that will give youth a future and old age a security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power. But they lie! They do not fulfill that promise. They never will!


Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people. Now let us fight to fulfill that promise. Let us fight to free the world! To do away with national barriers! To do away with greed, with hate and intolerance! Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness. Soldiers, in the name of democracy, let us all unite!”

Valentine’s Day

​How did Valentine’s Day begin and who was St. Valentine? The real story, facts and history behind February 14

Many of us associate the ‘most romantic day of the year’ with flowers and cards, but what’s the real reason we celebrate?

It’s renowned for being the ‘most romantic day of the year’.

And many of us use it as an opportunity to show affection for our loved ones with cards, flowers or chocolates.
But why exactly do we celebrate Valentine’s Day and why does it fall on February 14?

Well I’ve trawled through the history books to find out the real reasons so you don’t have to – and the background casts a very different light on the holiday.
How did Valentine’s Day begin?

Valentine’s Day chocolate treats

Valentine’s Day is an old tradition thought to have originated from a Roman Festival known as Lupercalia, according to History.com.
It was held on February 15 as a fertility festival dedicated to Faunus, the Roman god of agriculture.
During the celebrations boys would draw names of girls from a box and the pair would be partners during the festival.
These matches often led to marriage.
The festival survived the initial rise of Christianity but was outlawed at the end of the 5th century when Pope Gelasius declared February 14 St Valentine’s Day.
Chaucer may have actually made it all up Geoffrey Chaucer might not look it but he’s Mr Lover Man, sort of Chaucer, as in The Canterbury Tales writer, may have actually been behind Valentine’s Day. The medieval English poet took quite a few liberties with history. He’d drop his poetic characters into real-life historical events leaving readers wondering if that’s what really happened.
There is no actual record of Valentine’s Day before Chaucer’s poem in 1375. It’s in Parliament of Foules that he links the tradition of courtly love to the St Valentine’s feast day – the tradition didn’t exist until after his poem.
The poem refers to February 14 as the day of birds coming together to find a mate. “For this was sent on Seynt Valentyne’s day / Whan every foul cometh ther to choose his mate,” he wrote and maybe invented Valentine’s Day as we now know it.

Who was St Valentine?

Saint Valentine

The St Valentine that inspired the holiday may have been more than one man.

The saint officially recognised by the Roman Catholic Church was a real person who died around AD 270.

An account from 1400s describes Valentine as a priest who was beheaded by Emperor Claudius II for helping Christian couples wed.

The emperor had banned marriage as he thought single men made better soldiers. Valentine felt this was unfair so he celebrated marriages in secret. When the emperor found out he was thrown in jail and sentenced to death.

St. Valentine the international man of mystery

He may also have been Bishop of Terni, also martyred by Claudius II on the outskirts of Rome. There are similarities between the priest’s and bishop’s stories, which leads people to believe they are the same man.

There’s so much confusion around St Valentine that the Church stopped veneration of him in 1969 – though he is still listed as an official saint.

“Valentinus” is from the Latin word for worthy, strong or powerful, and was a popular name between the second and eighth centuries AD meaning there are several martyrs with the same name. There are actually a dozen Valentines listed and there’s even a Pope Valentine. The actual day we celebrate is known as St Valentine of Rome to set him apart.
What does he really have to do with love?

Valentine did help marry couples in secret, which is arguably very romantic. He is the patron saint of beekeepers and epilepsy among other things..like the plague, fainting and travelling. That doesn’t stop people calling on his help for those romantically involved. He’s now also patron of engaged couples and happy marriages.
Why is his skull kept in Rome?

Yes, that’s right. St Valentine’s skull is housed and adorned in flowers in Rome. It’s actually on display in the Basilica of Santa Maria in Cosmedin.
It was found when people were excavating a catacomb near Rome in the early 1800s. The skeletal remains and other relics now associated with St Valentine were dug up. It’s the norm for these to be split and distributed to reliquaries – places that keep relics – around the world. If you wanted to see other parts of the saint, he’s on display in the Czech Republic, Ireland, Scotland, England and France.
Why do we give Valentine’s cards?

Another idea is that when he was sent to prison, he sent a letter to a young girl he had fallen in love with and signed it “From your Valentine”.
It’s thought this was the first ever Valentine’s Day greeting.

35 Valentine’s Day cards and funny quotes you might not want to read on February 14th
Why is always celebrated on February 14?

Some believe that Valentine’s Day’s is celebrated mid-February to mark the anniversary of St Valentine’s death.
It’s thought to have happened in the middle of the month around 270 AD.
Others maintain that the Christian church decided to place St Valentine’s feast day at this time of the year in an effort to ‘Christianise’ the pagan festival of Lupercalia.

Why are roses associated with Valentine’s Day?

Roses have been the symbol of love since the early 1700s when Charles II of Sweden brought the Persian poetical art known as the “language of flowers” to Europe.

Throughout the 18th century, ladies loved their floral dictionaries, which listed the symbolic meanings of different flowers, according to YourTango.com.

The red rose was believed to be the flower favoured by Venus, the Roman Goddess of Love, and has therefore come to represent that.

Why cupid?

Cupid is the god of desire, erotic love, affection and attraction. He is the son of Venus, goddess of love, and war god Mars. Cupid in Latin is ‘amor’, which means love.
When did Valentine’s Day become commercial?

This is so not who I wanted a card from…

It wasn’t until the 18th century that Valentine’s Day took off in England. Lovers began to send trinkets, cards and flowers to their loved ones. A huge amount of printed cards would get sold, then in 1913 Hallmark Cards in Kansas City began mass producing specific Valentine’s Day cards. Now about a billion cards are sold every year and it’s the second biggest card sending time of the whole year.
Why do we sign cards anonymously?
It was the Victorian that started sending roses – thanks guys

Apart from the embarrassment, there was an actual tradition started by the Victorians. They thought it was bad luck to sign the cards with their actual names. It was also the Victorians that sent roses as they were Venus’ favourite flower.
Happy Valentine’s Day 2017

Youths, Priceless Assets

Days come and go, babies are born, they start and eventually stop playing around with their mothers’ breasts – they develop into responsible youth who later grow old and ultimately die! They said before you and I were born that time and age wait for no man, but I should rather add that neither does death. Our today is born of yesterday and either builds or demolishes the future. Young girls become women and possibly produce other young beings, boys grow into men and either grow into human beings or animals. In short, as we grow through the process of socialization, we adopt both good and bad, desirable or profane, and we become whatever we choose to be;- Silly, wise, bright, composed, stubborn, crazy, religious, philanthropic, mean, mature, premature, immature and any other form of human or “animalistic” characteristic we so wish to bare! Oh yes we do, and as it occurs, we become chauvinistic grouches and sentimental feminists. But sometimes we also become really nice, accommodating and tolerant. We eat, yawn, sleep and move about. We are human beings and we share all these characteristics. But then we have human beings and we do have youth! This interesting group, burning with adrenaline, full of potentials and best suited to take the lead. This entity of humanity that can be very useful but can also turn out to be a fatal mistake on the face of the earth. This is where I belong and today, I shall describe us, not in very bad terms and not in good either but with a complete sense of truth and sincerity.

Hesiod (700BC), the father of Greek didactic poetry, a man with whom I agree and equally disagree on several issues, once stated and I quote in part; “I see no hope for the future of our people if they are dependent on the frivolous youth of today, for certainly all youth are reckless beyond words. When I was a boy, we were taught to be discrete and respectful of elders, but the present youth are exceedingly wise and impatient of restraint.”
Old Hesiod! So we young people are only treacherous, incorrigible and whimsically flippant? We cannot be trusted and are annoyingly boisterous! Really?
Young people- My peers, Hesiod was very wrong, yes, but he was also right on point! Let us agree on this; we are the “future of tomorrow”. The current adults will not be here forever, and will eventually exit the world stage. Most of us will also die along with them, but certainly, we, I mean some of us, will stay around and transform into real adults (by which I mean, as old as my or your grandma or grandpa). Should that be the case and I suspect it is, then we have no other option but to shape the present in such a way that it will make the future safe, dependable and self-sustainable. Precisely, we must be responsible, not for crimes or unwanted pregnancies, dreaded murders or obscene mannerisms but in what we think, say and do. We can be better than mere creations, aren’t we trainable? Can’t we deliver on our obligations? My friends, we can take over the world and transmogrify it with our youthful warmth into a model earthly heaven. This should begin now, but if we have already begun then we we should unite and double our individual efforts for a better today and an excellent tomorrow.
In the holy Scriptures, it is written; “There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under heaven: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.”

And then there is the time for now, a time to learn from the past mistakes and move forward on the right path of progress and wisdom. Maybe or maybe not, we shall decide, it begins with us changing ourselves, eradicating our own prejudices and learning to respect diversity. It is only until then, that I shall stop the rage I feel whenever I see a young innocent Muslim radicalized and turned into a heartless suicide bomber, or a Christian youth turned into a contract hater by the politicians of the day against adherents of other religions.

When we finally agree to unification of purpose in the clarion call for peace and tranquility, let me know so that I can resist the temptation of inflicting pain on my fellow youths because unlike me, they worship the  God I supposedly know in a different style, let me also know so that I may stop my judgmental attitude and begin to gauge others not according to the scope of their study or the amount of melanin on their skins or the depth of their pockets, but by the richness of their character and the strength of their dreams. I’m imperfect, neither are you; we are just ordinary people- all of us. But the beauty of hope is than we are always accorded the chance to step into the new level of ‘extra’ ordinary people. We can change the world through our small acts- It begins with ourselves all the way to our nations to the global stage.

And you know, I’m serious! This thing is possible. But not until we change our ways. The same great Greek poet also said, “Before the gates of excellence the high gods have placed sweat; long is the road thereto and rough and steep at first; but when the heights are reached, then there is ease, though grievously hard in the winning”- Who among us is ready to wait?

Poor us! We want riches with an illicit immediacy! We are impatient with the ‘crimes’ of poverty and want, we insist we must drive and even fly like yesterday! Accordingly, if fair means cannot deliver on this promise, foul means are always fashionable!

So we kill without mercy and mourn without guilt, we steal in our dreams and awake to rob. We have become weapons for hire in all murderous schemes. We lie with impunity, we tell truth selectively, we are confused and rebellious. The few of us who are good and principled are traitors! They must be shot on the heads! That is us people! That is us one-on-one without the makeups of pretense and sideshows ! And with a blatant abandon of apology we still scream that we are the “leaders of today”. Which today? We say we are tired of tribal governments but only because they don’t let our own people to ‘eat’, we mobilize to revolt against our ineffective governments but only so that we can have the power to do the “swallowing”!
What a joke! Be serious people. If we want to see a change in our societies, if we want to achieve a meaningful social change and protect our nations and communities from the manipulative hands of only-God-knows what, we must be ready to tell ourselves the truth.

Again It is never an individual effort. We must unite. You see that disabled youth in your neighbourhood? That school drop out? That frustrated and unemployed youth? That Drug addict? That insecure young girl devoid of any grain of self-worth? That fellow educated but disillusioned youth? That well unappreciated young Professional? Each of them has a story to tell, they all have dreams, they all have potentials and they are the missing links without which the fabric of our envisioned “better future” shall never hold. Do you get it? We must hold together, and work as a team complementing one another’s efforts.

If we unite and learn to forget our differences no matter how grave, if we combine our efforts without giving much thought at who takes the final credit, if we can love without ceasing, if we can learn to with diligence, sail onward regardless of the size of storms, then it shall undeniably remain valid, that we are the makers and pillars of both today and tomorrow! If we fail to achieve this, doom will be our legacy.

Let us reflect on what Swami Vivekananda said; “Stand up, be strong, take the whole responsibility on your own shoulders and know that you are the creator of your own destiny”. When we learn to take responsibility as our mandatory obligation, then our unity of purpose and shared vision, shall take us to great heights. Again remember that it’s not only about our age but its relevance to the course of human dignity and advancement. We must talk to the world through actions not empty rhetoric and make the world know that youth are not synonymous with rebellion and laziness. We are also cooperative and innovative. Its true we like any other humans, possess a propensity for evil, but our capacities to do good are even much greater. You must be tired reading- How about resting my case?
I leave you with the words of Robert Kennedy; “This world demands the qualities of youth: not a time of life but a state of mind, a temper of the will, a quality of imagination, a predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the life of ease.”



The veils shrouding our civilisation are part system-constructed masks and part mists created by mystifications. Our perception of the system from within the system is created by a complex network of players. Created by the leaders, political and social, legal and economic, and all their cohorts; by the opinion makers, editors and journalists; by the intellectuals who are invited to comment and debate; by the artists and entertainers, critical or otherwise, who want to define as well as reveal. All of them are operating in an interactive way, mystifying each other with their own personal pragmatisms and ideologies, and being mystified themselves simply by being a part of the general mystification.

The decadence of a system resides in the systemic impossibility of judging the system and its problems from any objective standpoint. Once all analysis and any criticism comes from within the system itself, the system is doomed to fall into a hallucinatory state in which problems are impossible to tackle precisely because they are viewing the crisis from deep within instead of from without. Reality becomes a maze of mirrors. However, each mirror, even the dialectical ones, are only reflecting the subject before it. The same change is reflected and distorted in a thousand ways. Of course those within are all lost until they realise that they are being tricked. The maze is not a maze in the strict sense at all, but a vulgar game. One of the mirrors is in fact a door and to get out one simply needs to push each mirror until the mirror that is more than a mirror is found.

Within the maze however, there can be no objective or genius perspective capable of announcing any real hope of escape and salvation, and the maze atmosphere of our civilisation is insipidly suffocating. The libidinal energies of individuals seep into the system, suffusing one another without producing any synthesis, or anything new. There is no new combination just an intensification of the old way. As our civilisation inflates itself it becomes more intense, more extreme, and we mistake this stress-creating intensification with progress. However, it’s not progress at all, but degeneration.

Beautiful things aren’t perfect

It seems strange to write this in a culture obsessed with perfection. But what is stranger perhaps, is that perfection is as much a construction as most other things; a dynamic idea that lives in the collective imagination of a people. Whether it’s bodies or art or rhetoric, or anything you can think of, we collectively negotiate and are in conversation essentially about a standard by which to determine things. And the height of this standard is perfect. But think of anything that you love, anything or anyone you think is beautiful – a painting, a book, a person – is it perfect? Are they perfect? Notwithstanding personal religious beliefs, my answer is always no.

Beauty itself has a standard, a standard that is wrought with biases and prejudice and cultural specifications and implications. Despite knowing that our understanding of beauty is limited not only because of our humanity, but because of the diverse ways in which we are socialized, we still have this yearning for reaching this standard of perfection in the things and the people we consider beautiful. Why do we do this to ourselves? Why do we do this to others? Why do we claim to want something futile and unattainable?

Perhaps if you believe as I do that there is a Creator and the Creator is perfect, and so our soul might have a predisposition to seek out perfection. But even within these theological constructs, it would be misguided to look for that perfection in ordinary beings, that I might encounter in a Supreme Being. After all, the world is fallen and if we take that for granted, then everything contains something good and beautiful. But also something tainted with the consequence of imperfection in a fallen world.

I often wonder how many people go to bed at night feeling so inadequate about who they are – from the features on their face, to the curves on their bodies; from head to spirit to soul to toe. I wonder about this because I find that all of us are so critical of ourselves, and not in way that is particularly beneficial. If you take perhaps half a day to listen to how you talk about yourself, you will realize that it’s incredibly suffocating much of the time. You are suffocating yourself in your expectations of perfection.

And of course these endless critiques are not limited to the person we see in the mirror. We transfer them to those around us, and we are often harsher than necessary. It makes sense. How can you be kind to others when you are not kind to yourself? We inflict upon each other these near impossible standards and expectations, and we are all founding wanting because of it. Ironically, it demonstrates further how we are creatures of imperfection.

Perhaps then it is in the brokenness of the things that make up our lives, that we ought to really search for beauty. Perhaps that is the only way to really find it, and to find often. Moreover, I am not sure a single perfect thing exists on this earth; I think that our constructions deceive us and limit us even more than we are already, in this state of being. I think it is better to still find beauty in the cruel, shameful, and ugly parts of life. I think that sort of beauty is resilient and mysterious and spectacular; and above all, honest. I think that sort of beauty lasts forever.

Beautiful things aren’t perfect.

The State Of Mfangano

Mfangano. Mfangano our mother land;strategically placed at the heart of the great lake Victoria.Endowed with priceless natural resources,blessed with the best brains that the world desperately needs,characterized by beautiful people,scenic landscape,wonderful wildlife and very pleasant Eco-system and environment. Mfangano is definitely heavenly;the universal throne of greatness.

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As someone quiped,”God,seating on His rotating seat,can be at ease sipping His cup of coffee while looking at man’s affairs all around Him-in all the islands;Remba,Ringiti,Migingo,Kiwa,Lolwe and dry land;Rusinga,Kaksingri.Gwasii and Labwe, that sorround Mfangano.
A great land of so great people that no one in the world can refute it is a fact.But truer is the fact that the mindset of most people in Mfangano is very prety. It is why they end up having mediocre lifestyle,below average.
There is nothing exciting about being average in life.Being average simply means being at the top of the bottom!Oh Mfangano,you are too endowed to beg,too blessed to be pretty. Don’t you know!

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Mfangano is great,her location royal,her potential first class ,her people strong but the only thing that is letting her down is the mindset of the majority whose philosophy in life,day by day perspectives and the thoughts patterns developed from childhood is very negative due to their rude and uninspired environment;these gallant sons and elegant daughters of this royal island suffer from some mental deficiency that develop in them,low self esteem;poor self image.With this,they end up training their eyes to look at life from a victim’s angle and consequently results to a life full of illusions,fantasies,self destructive attitudes and behaviors.
This is a tragedy of destiny.Their mindset and attitude is largely influenced and controlled by their negative life experiences.How unfortunate!Let’s be inspired before we expire.
Some of the sons and daughters of our mother land have turned their back on this island.Some have called it all sorts of names and abused it to some extent.Instead of looking forward to better days ahead and acting in a way that leads there,they have chosen to glance overseas in search of a great and dignified life.The exodus from Mfangano to the West(America) in recent years have been massive and prominent.I come from a village where almost every family’s dream is to have one or most of its members abroad.People have come to believe that to be great is to leave Mfangano,I thank God for those who didn’t believe in this and their presence in the island brought transformation to the community.

My advice to all of us is that you can blossom from whatever location you find yourself in this world.Maya Angelou said,’If you don’t like something change it,if you can’t change it,change your attitude’.Most people like petty lives,not because of their location but because of their attitude.


It is very unfortunate how the majority of people in our island are trained mentally and socially from childhood to fear their dreams,doubt their destiny and disown their greatness.It’s like the core mission of our social set ups is to discourage us to believe beyond our community mental and social status.In most communities Dream killers and Destiny breakers have outnumbered positive minded people and this create a big negative imbalance in our upbringing,and as a result most youths are discouraged into believing into their own greatness and end settling for far less aspirations that are far below their real potential.


As Dr.Myles Munroe observed:’The result of this human ‘counter development’ process is that the majority of the hearth’s population lives under the spell and debilitating power of spectra called ‘fear’.Fear is the source of ninety percent of lack of progress and personal development in the lives of millions of gifted,talented,and resourceful individuals.

Many expert in the field of human behavior have stated that the fear of failure and fear of success are the most powerful and most prevalent fears experienced by human family.

Let’s be inspired and put on new glasses and start looking at life from a differing angle,let people’s opinions and most of the time their assessment of our,intelligence ,talents and ability not to led us to lower our own worth and treat our aspiration as suspect.Let’s back to drawing board and start a new and a fresh journey of greatness.

The kind of change that is needed is the kind that an entire island must undergo ,on behalf of their descendants ,and for their children’s children.It is the kind of change that is painful and terrifying and the stuff of true courage.It seems the Island forget to often,courage is more than a man(person) with a gun.


The courage to be part of this change exists at the institutional level -where everything from education to poverty to employment to healthcare becomes tarnished with MFANGANO’s deep-seeted hatred and clanism.Changing this is a work of many generations.But there exist too a courage that is individual .It is a courage that begins with discomfort of having to confront and question all you’ve been told.

For many -for the majority of those who exist in power and privilege as far as identity goes it begins with the willingness to question the reality you live in;to admit that reality does not belong to everyone and standpoint is important.Because how can we even begin honest conversation about Island when we cannot agree that you and I leave in the same Island ,but because history and all that it brings ,that world is unequal and just?We do not experience the world in the same way as each other.


And many cannot admit this ,many refuse to see that one’s perception of the world is not the only one that exists.And indeed that goes for everyone ,but especially those who exist in social positions of power.But if you want you want to find how well the society is in any subject,you asked the least privileged and least powerful-and it is there that you will find you mist important answers.

The truth is not always easy or simple .But the truth is an empty stomach ,a long ,hard day that become long hard months and years trying to make end meet;the truth is dead body in the ground.The truth is poverty ,prevails in Mfangano in 2016 in a way that is sometimes subtle and obvious.But it is always terrifying.

I find there is little courage when people are asked to admit these truths.Perhaps that is what is so frustrating about our conversation on this.We seem to disagree fundamentally on the fundamental-depending on who you are.Sometimes is a matter of mere education and other times,it is willful ignorance.

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You can’t force people to believe what you do.But you can provide sound social arguments,you can observe and explain social experiences of different groups-you can show patterns.But ultimately people must be left to their own devices to make up their own minds.The problem of course is that before we approach these conversations,many minds are already made up.The stories ,the realities cease to matter.It is unfortunate,I do think however ,that because these conversations are almost impossible that they should not be tried for.On the contrary ,I believe that trying to do the impossible is necessary