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Friday, 29 May 2015

What is my weaknesses?

What is your weaknesses? Which is that area in your life that you are so ashamed off because you keep falling?

Don't hide it, expose it to Christ he will turn it into your strength, he will make it your ministry so you can use it to strengthen others.

Thursday, 21 May 2015

Christian army is the only army where we kill our own soldiers

A man walked around the village wearing a most interesting coat. All down the front it was covered with patches of various sizes, but most of them were large.

When asked why the coat was patched in such a remarkable way, he answered that the patches represented the sins of his neighbors. He pointed to each patch and gave the story of the sin of someone in the village.

On the back of his coat there was a small patch. On being asked what it represented, he said, "That is my own sin, and I cannot see it."How do you treat a fellow believer who succumbs to the pressure of temptation and falls into sin?

Are you so ready to condemn them and to go telling all you know how much of a sinner this individual is or do you find them to encourage them and pray with them that they may be able to overcome?

Someone said that the Christian army is the only army where we kill our own soldiers. Don’t get me wrong, I am not saying that we overlook sin and behave like it’s all ok, no, that is not what I am saying. We can be discerning rather than be negative.

When someone falls short, do you seek to bring them back to a place of restoration or do you heap all the more condemnation to them? What about you? What about the log in your eye? What do you have to say about that?

I find this illustration from Jesus to be very interesting. The log in your eye means you have bigger issues to deal with than the speck you are trying to so publicly remove from your brother’s eye.

If you would deal with your issues first you would have a clearer view to even remove the speck in your brother’s eye. Many times we draw the attention to the speck in our brother’s eye so as to remove the attention and to hide from view the log in our eye.

Doing so makes us feel better because we parade ourselves as better than our brother, but it is all a lie! Do you find it easy to magnify the faults of others while excusing your own?

Before you do that, check to see whether you deserve the same kind of criticism, then lovingly forgive and love your brother!

If only I’d known I would have given him my best

Every once in a while, the queen would disguise herself and take a walk alone along the country side. On one of these occasions, it suddenly begun to rain heavily and she rushed for shelter to the nearest cottage she could find.

A lady came to the door in a huff, and opening it a few inches she barked, “What do you want?” The queen did not introduce herself. She merely said, “Can I borrow an umbrella?”

“Just a minute,” grumbled the woman. She did not welcome her in, instead she slammed the door, was gone for a moment and returned to bring the rattiest umbrella she could find, one with broken ribs and small holes.

The queen thanked her and went away with the ragged umbrella. The next day, the queens full escort, dressed in full uniform pulled up in front of the cottage.

One of the escorts knocked on the door and returned the umbrella to the woman saying, “Madam, the Queen thanks you.” As he walked away he heard the woman mutter, If only I’d known I would have given her my best.”

Let’s be real, if you knew for a fact that the old dirty beggar who sits at the street corner was actually an angel in disguise, would that change the way you related with him? Of course it would.

You and I would make sure we pass by the street corner everyday and give the “old dirty beggar” something to eat and something to keep him warm.

Now, we would not do this consistently not because we care, but probably because the guy is an angel and if we are kind to them, then they will put in a good word for us to God and He will shower us with blessings.

Selfish favors, that’s what I call them. The same applies to the way some give in church today. As long as it is packaged that the end result is you getting a major blessing from God, usually material, some of us will even give off all our savings.

No wonder many are being taken advantage of by rogue preachers, promising blessings and healing while they walk away with peoples life savings.You can give your life’s savings away in church, yet you cannot spend 100 shillings to buy bread for a needy family?

God care’s for the hungry, the stranger, the thirsty, the naked, the sick, and those in prison. Many of us do not want to be associated with such kinds of people and we would rather give to and hang out with the “who is who” not because we care, but because of what they can do for us.

Jesus said, "Whenever you failed to help any of my people, no matter how unimportant they seemed, you failed to do it for me." Let’s think about that the next time we cross paths with anyone who is helpless and in need.

Practical Application.
When you give or help someone, do it from the heart and not because you are expecting something in return.

Monday, 18 May 2015

25 years later...

A small boy named Kiongoyo lived in
a village in Murang'a. None of his
classmates liked him because of his
stupidity, especially his teacher, who
was always yelling at him "You are
driving me crazy KIiongoyo!!!!!"
One day Kiongoyo's mother came
into school to check on how he was
doing. The teacher told his mother
honestly, that her son is simply a
disaster, getting very low marks and
even she had never seen such a
dumb boy in her entire teaching
career!!!! The mother was shocked at
the feedback and withdrew her son
from the school & even moved to
Thika town!!!!!
25 years later, the teacher was
diagnosed with an incurable cardio
disease! All the doctors strongly
advised her to have an open heart
operation, which only one surgeon
could perform.......
Left with no other options, the
teacher decided to have the
operation, which was successful......
When she opened her eyes after the
surgery she saw a handsome doctor
smiling down at her! She wanted to
thank him, but could not talk. Her
face started to turn blue, she raised
her hand, trying to tell him
something but eventually died!
The doctor was shocked and was
trying to work out what went wrong,
when he turned around he saw our
friend Kiongoyo, working as a
cleaner in the clinic, who had
unplugged the oxygen equipment to
connect his Hoover (Vaccum
Cleaner)!!!!!
Don't tell me you thought that
Kiongoyo became a doctor....

SUNDAY NEWS Tanzania FICTION/SOCIETY 15 MARCH 8, 2015 By Jacqueline Kamau



SUNDAY NEWS Tanzania
FICTION/SOCIETY 15
MARCH 8, 2015
By Jacqueline Kamau SINCE I graduated, Ihave held on to this
dead bear despite
replacing the donor.
It was during my
first year at campus when
the ‘he’ gave me this dead
bear. Its departure will leave
a small space in between my
two pillows, where it used to
wait for me late in the night
when I used to come home
to hold and play with it.
I would tell it stories,
mostly about the men in
my life. The dead bear has
heard a lot; it has recorded
all my experiences since
I grabbed hold of my new
found freedom to mingle. It
has heard about every single
outing, the rape, the kisses,
the caresses, my love making
and more.
The light brown dead
bear has a black nose that
I have kissed on my happy
days. Its two black eyes that
seem to bubble with hidden
emotions and
information. Yes, it has
endured all my blows during
my numerous disappointments.
Whenever I learnt that
‘he’ is married or is in a
serious relationship’ down
he blows rained. On some
occasions I threw it away
when it dawned on me that
‘he’ just used me or ‘he’
was just after my thigh’;
then I tossed it in the air
and watched it land with
a thud and the grumbling
noise of the beads that filled
its stomach.

Wednesday, 13 May 2015

Sweet MWK ( Mpango wa Kando)

Sweet MWK ( Mpango wa Kando)
Nyamawi heart is very cold despite the January heat that had brought him to Essay’s house after continuous betrayal by Esther his children’s mother. He was watching Papa Shirandula together with his second first born as Essay was changing in the bed room. He was the one who insisted on being here to eat Pizza since dinner will be over by the time he gets to his house. Nyamawi was on phone with his colleague, from the conversation it was easy for this daughter to tell that he had bought them meet.”Nimekuja Kuosha gari but today it is expensive.”(I am cleaning my car).This was his explanation to both his wife and colleagues every time his Range Rover Sport was seen in this neighborhood. She now had a hint of what was in the colourfull round carton that was on the table.
Nyamawi tried to escape this supper but had to buy it since he wanted to impress both mother and the daughter. He knew that Essay was preparing to impress him too. Anxiety was taking the better part of his body. This was long before Essay came out behind the curtain that was separating him from this nice view that he wanted so badly.  .He was having it in his mind and he was seeing it in the movements of the curtain. He reached out for a glass on the sideboard that was just next to his right hand. He served his take away soda to the curious girl who was now sad that the program was over and they were running advertisements that were delaying her favourite soap opera.He welcomed her to take the soda although it was a bit cold. She took the first sip of the cold drink and despite her age she knew this drink needed an accompaniment to reduce the coldness. “Uncle did you bring us meat today? When will mother cook it? I hope she will not ask me to go and play as you two prepare Nyama Choma. ”
He was just about to answer her when a sexy Essay appeared and told her daughter that the meat that uncle brought for them was ready to eat. Everything in Nyamawi confirmed that the food before him was ready to eat. Only that he did not know how to start with the glare of the girl. He looked at Essay in a way that was saying get rid of her. He was thinking that asking the girl to go to either go and play or join their neighbor was not possible. Before he bought this room a TV they used to tell the girl to go and watch TV at the neighbours place in the next door room.
This was Essay’s girl and she knew how to deal with her although most of the time she used her to deny him the only thing he wanted in the room. She exactly did this by washing their hands and opening the pizza fro them to eat. It was hard for the girl to ask any questions since she was warned on saying anything to Uncle wa Nyama the name they used when Nyamawi was away. Marcella, the girls name was borrowed from soap; this made the girl love watching all the movies that had her name. Nyamawi had talked to Essay about this kind of exposure but as usual, she said she was being a better and present mother than an absent father.
They each took a piece of what was in the box, Nyamawi understood what it was, Essay knew it was expensive and their daughter Marcella only tasted it. She did not like this particular meat so she just held to it. Nyamawi was eating too fast, the way he was supposed to eat. He was saving extra time to reward Essays extra dressing effort. Essay was getting too bold, she was regularly making Nyamawi bite her piece of pizza in a nice way. Nyamawi was getting concerned, he felt like he was being extra unfair to his second first born daughter. He was not supposed to be doing this in front of her. He asked Essay why Marcella was not eating. At this time Essay paid attention to her daughter, she had not been eating the one piece of pizza she had in her hand yet the rest were on their third piece.
“Mum why are you not eating?” Nyamawi asked in a genuine and fatherly way. The first time he has ever showed love to this girl. It was turning out to be a night of love, Essay took the next turn, she did not bark at her the way she used to. Maybe she took Nyamawi's advice.  She lovingly explained that the girl liked watching TV,”huyu motto anapenda sana kuona  sana watu wakikiss hata huwa anasahau kula.”(This girl likes watching TV especially when people are kissing she even forgets to eat.) Just then the main characters of the soap that these two grownups were ignoring started kissing and making out. It was too obvious that the girl’s eyes were glued on TV at this time. Thus Nyamawi whispered, “She is learning how to kiss.”
The girl talked to the mother, Nyamawi thought that she was going to respond to his whisper but she only said that she did not like the pizza. This time the mother took her normal tone and ordered the girl to eat. It is from their conversation that he learnt that the girl only took milk and cake at lunch from the nearby shop and that the mother was not going to cook anything else. She said she had already done her job, placing food on the table. Nyamawi knew that even the least of the opportunities she had to be part of Marcella’s life was being taken away. He also started to regret missing out a nice meal in his house. He consoled himself by taking a nice look at Essay; this confirmed that he was not going to leave this room with the same heat that he came with. The mother asked Marcella to eat and in exchange she would allow her to watch TV all night. Nyamawi smiled knowing that his one challenge had been solved. He asked to check on his car and give space to the other small cars and the neighbours’ motorbike can get parking space.
This gave the mother space to clear the take away bottles from the table while Marcella changed into warmer clothes as instructed .She was too excited to watch TV all night but was not aware that she was being asked to sleep on the couch. The mother ordered her to only watch Afro Cinema and not other grown up movies that they bring on other stations. She said it loud enough for Nyamawi to know that everything was ready. He was still outside and asked for more time to park the Range Rover nicely.  At this time an extra curtain was hanged just to block the girl from watching the second grown up movie. She already decided to watch the other movie now that she had permission to watch TV all night. However, the mother increased the volume of TV despite her plea that Afro Cinemas we loud and a small volume was enough. She knew what her mother was doing but pretended not to just she pretended she was not watching or  listening to her mother’s movies .Essay knew that the girl was aware of what was going on  behind the curtain  and she went an extra mile to protect her but on this night she was being too nice to them all.
She thought she was destroying the woman that Nyamawi was talking to in the car. Just like Marcella, Esther knew what was going on but she decided to wait and act at the right moment. Nyamawi was taking long despites Essay’s pans that skipped utensils to cleaning at this time. She did this intentionally so as to deny Nyamawi time to say good night to Esther. However, it was extremely hard for Essay to get rid of her .Esther was always a kilometer ahead of her especially now that she was being loved over the phone. Essay went out to automatically end the conversation that Nyamawi was having. In the car she told Nyamawi that she wants to teach him how to kiss and in the house she would teach him less since the girl was around. Marcella interrupted this training by closing the windows. In the end she was saving other interruptions by mosquitoes that Nyamawi killed with his hands ever time and she hated it.
Essay got inside and convinced the girl that it was nice to watch TV with light off. She knew this would help in blurring the movie that the girl wanted to see clearly. Nyamawi took advantage and Explained to Esther that his phone went out of power and he was recharging it. With a friends charger. He finished this conversation by saying that he would come and fully charge the phone in the house. He asked her to keep food for him as he was very hungry. This will save him from two things, first the hunger since he believed that pizza n soda were snacks. Secondly it would take away time from his wife since he was sure that Essay was waiting for him by this time.
This is how Nyamawi did it, to ensure that neither Esther not his boss got to know of such a visit to this room. His boss never got to know of it since he was very busy with work, whenever he needed to clean his car he would avoid Nyamawi and use a cab. This night the boss already took a cab enabling Nyamawi to end up in Essay’s house, His boss and him they were both cleaning their cars another day they will both have an opportunity to service their vehicles.  
To this day Esther never understood who taught the other in terms of cleaning and servicing cars. Was it the foreigner who was exploring the country or was it her husband who introduced him to Kenyan women. Either way she had learnt to live with it, and was waiting for a good opportunity to explore. Only that everyone feared her for a reason that her husband was too rich. They never knew that the Range that was parked outside their house everyday was owned by another man, Nyamawi’s boss.
Nyamawi went straight to the bed, he assumed the girl since he did not know how to say good night to her. Yet he was afraid that the girl was not going to sleep. When he asked Essay about it, she removed her clothes. This made him to just go ahead and wish Essay a good night .all these time he even forgot that the girl was around. He only remembered her when Essay said that she must be asleep and took a leso to go and cover her.
All the time she was watching and listening to the two movies, she only closed her eyes when she heard that the mother was coming to cover her. She lovingly covered her; she even covered her with her trench court since it was cold. She was switching off the TV when Marcella pretended to be waking up and pleaded with her with a reminder of her specific promise of watching TV all night. Essay had to keep the promise but she reduced the TV volume for the sake of their neighbours. In her mind, she thought Nyamawi was sleeping but when asked Nyamawi answered honestly that he was too hungry to sleep. He said that Essay should have listened to him and cooked their supper. Essay hated this talk she decided to give him more training to be able to cope with the hunger. Marcella was just enjoying the two movies that Essay tried so hard to limit her from watching. She had waited for these for too long.

Mark Naked in Room 16



Mark Naked in Room 16
My Friday mood does not match the clothes that I am wearing. I have all my papers with me given the grants manager will be offering me a job today after many months of waiting.  The loud music inside Githurai bus has carried me away. Rihana’s Unfaithful is playing. Normally, they play that kind of music on the way back to Githurai and not while people are headed to town to catch up with a great plan. My’ members day’ mood goes down a bit and I decide to go online and check for details so that I will be able to answer their questions. I have always believed that I will get a job because of what I know and not because I am a woman.
I cannot explain how I end up on face book despite having started off at Google. Mark the Manger sends me a chat pap. Sometimes I wonder what such a senior resident is doing on FB from morning to morning. He says that he did not expect me on FB and I am supposed to go and meet him. My response is that am in a bus, which he does not believe.
“4 rel, u in a bus? I thght u aint te typ tat ….anywei we kuja tu. Its an addd advtg….”
He asks how am dressed. He expects me to be dressed sexy since it’s the first time we are meeting  from the time I accepted his friend request on FB. I am disappointed that he is disappointed in my dressing.
I have to walk from OTC to Hazina Towers in my high heels. This journey takes my entire breakfast and a whole hour. After producing my ID and getting a visitors tag. I ask his secretary to direct me to ladies. I have time to wipe dust on my feet, apply makeup, raise my skirt and lower my top in order to look the way he expects me to look while on 17th floor.
The secretary is not surprised by the transformation as she takes me into his office. It’s a living room; flowers, white leather seats, flat screen TV, refreshments and red carpet.. It was heaven close to heaven. Mark the Manager is not as handsome as he looks on face book; he was sleek in a suit and courteous enough to welcome me into the International NGO with three fantabulous hugs. I could tell that he wanted more but the office did not allow him. The lip-gloss I had applied made him to involuntarily say,
“I wonder how your lips taste.”
A cup of white coffee helps us to enter into serious discussion on the current issues in the NGO world. The Greek he is speaking made the man in me shrink. I start smiling and nodding at everything he was saying and to his smiles too. As the discussion gets heated, he keeps on moving closer to me in order to prove his point. When he gets too close, I remind him his earlier words,
“The Human Resource Manager asked me to take you to View Park for briefing on your new job.”
The way he shows me around, uses the lift and he walks around makes me look and feel imprudent. He knew the parking was on fifth floor. Thus, he was at the door in the lift while I was in the furthest corner. It takes me a few ‘excuse me’ and as I emerged. Surely, I do not match the man I am with or the cars in the parking. I had no idea of his car or the reason we were to use a car from one building to the next one. However, the Range Rover was another heaven and the way he was spinning around and out of the building left me wanting for more.
Mark assures me that I will not regret anything. He guarantees me that the HRM was waiting for us at Hotel in View Park. According to Mark, who had been on the wheel, parking at View Park Towers is full. I did not have time to ask how he knew when he made a call and asked HRM to find us in Ngara.
I have heard stories about Ngara; a place to hang out with a married man. If you know how to drink and eat without getting pregnant, you will hang around Ngara for longer times.  I have always known going out with a married man is like chewing a sandwich that has gravel inside. I also knew that this kind of dating starts with a call but is fuelled by sms and chats. Then a date, like the one I was on, followed by a drink like the ones I was taking. Then the man would check the level of drunkenness by touching a girl the way Mark was touching me. Rejection means more drinks until I forgets the HRM meeting. Finally, the man books a room behind the bar. Even as we stagger towards the room, my fear was how the Ngara stories ended. The man would be so caring until he cums.
When we get to the room 16, Mark reaches out to me with soothing words and romantic touches. He removes his suit, too bad his body is uglier and older than his face. He insists on us to taking a shower. Unlike me, he was not shy to remove his clothes while I was staring at him. I ask him to check if the water was hot. From the bathroom, he says the water is hot but not extremely hot like me. He excuses himself to use the toilet and I know it is time to pack his clothes inside the paper bag that has my papers. I smile and simply request him for the money I was already holding in order to buy Dasani at the reception.
Inside the taxi and even now, his nude picture is still in mind. I cannot get any sleep but I do not regret, knowing that if I were still with him, sleep would be the last thing in his mind. I am afraid to even touch his clothes.

Hope

Hope
believing in a better tomorrow
starting today
laying a foundation
living to the fullest
having all the joy
staying positive
limiting sadness
encouraging others
supporting yourself
loving those who hate you
caring for those who love you
forgiving those who offend you
apologizing to those you offend
avoiding quarrels
solving challenges
getting new opportunities
trusting God

Tuesday, 12 May 2015

Why Men Are More Perfect Than Women

Why Men Are More Perfect Than Women


I read this somewhere and found it interesting. What do you think?
1. Women are more understanding than the men. You don’t have to speak to tell them that you are feeling sad or happy; they can tell you by looking once at you.

Well, I guess The Long Drawn Discussion would be an apt reply for this. Moreover, I would like to say that it how your relationship is with a particular women which decides whether she can understand you in the aforementioned manner or not. You cannot expect the same from any women you meet on the street, if she can do that then take my word for it, she is not understanding, she is a female reincarnation of Nostradamus.

2. Women become mature at an early stage as compared to men. If you don’t believe me then ask for the view points of a girl and a guy about a relationship and you will get the difference ;)

Definitely women are more matured then men, one can count on it anytime. But does being immature accounts to the fact of one being better than the other? A comparison such as this is a sign of immaturity of the first degree. Does that makes the author (who is of course a girl) inferior in any way, NO! At a certain point of time in life you would wish that you would have remain immature forever.

3. A confidante and an accomplice, you can always dump any secret in a woman and she will always listen to you.

Why of course, where else do you think the women get their daily dose of gossips! She would listen to you no doubt, but the very next moment she would go ahead and speak with the most amazing blather.

4. Only a woman can play the role of a friend, a mother, a sister, a guide, a wife, a partner, an advisor. So many roles she plays at same time.

Well, well, well, does the women also plays the role of a father, a philosophers, a brother, a husband? But just because she is none of these does not make her in any way inferior than a man? I have seen an abusive mother, a promiscuous wife, does that deface the image of a woman, NO! A man, like a woman, has different roles to play in life.

5. Only a woman loves without any conditions.

Oh boy! That was simply great and hilarious. I say no one, absolutely no one in this world can love someone without any conditions. If anyone can do that, then that person is either a sage or a mahatma or in the terminal stage or insanity, or maybe he/she watches too much of those mushy mushy Bollywood movies.

And now ladies and gentlemen, the final numbered bullet point that puts the nail on the coffin for the fate of a man.

6. Women know how to take control of their emotions and feelings, they know when to move on and leave the past in the past whereas men can’t do it. (try to recall how many times you called up your ex-girlfriend to know what she is doing now).

Errr, dumping a guy who cared about you, who stood by your side when you needed him, and then leaving him high and dry in the middle of the road is not moving on, it's still called dumping. It is not taking control of your emotions, rather it is the proof of absence of emotions and feelings. Does that makes a woman perfect? I don't think so.

To the author of that blog, if you ever read this: Only a fool would draw a comparison such as this. Just because you have seen certain imperfect men does not mean that you can generalize men, it only means that you were unfortunate enough not to see the goodness in your Father or your Brother. Do you know that most of the brothels in India are run by women? Don't you think that a woman is a woman's greatest enemy? If a woman can react when when someone enters her territory, why is a man called a chauvinist when he does the same?

If those are the points you put up to show the imperfections in a man than you would really have to work hard on it to prove your point beyond your friends and in that case this man is very happy to remain imperfect, but is quite unwilling to let go of his precious emotions and feelings.