SOCIETY AND LOGIC by mutie oscar ghitto

Let us take a look at the hierarchy of beings. From the smallest of animals, to man, to God. That is the order of superiority of beings that occupy this earth. Now, let us take a look at the human society. I will try and restrain myself from any extremities as I handle this delicate subject. We might begin by asking ourselves, why were beings created? (remember, it is to include humans). I will allow a subjective approach, and the objective approach as well, so long as the answer satisfies logic (sense).

Is there anything as universal truth?, can God, who is good, perfect and true exist in a world where there is evil? or in other terms, can God and evil exist in the same time?( again, i will embrace any answer if it satisfies logic) while pondering on the above questions, I shall tend to delve deeper into the subject of humanity and his society so that i ask, What is society? Is society an artificial or a natural cause?

Did we all agree that humans at least, exist in a certain society? If we agreed, we shall then delve deeper into the subject and ask ourselves, what are these rules that govern a society? as if the questions are not enough, we shall question the diversity of the human race, looking at individuality of being. Let us take a look once again at the first paragraph, the question that seeks to know why beings exist.(being, is an the combination of a corporeal body and a spirit, so that we can say, being exists) what is the main goal of each particular being in the span of his life?


In another unrelated question, we shall try to ask ourselves, what is law? is law necessary to beings?
having these questions register, we shall try to tackle each and every question to see if we will satisfy logic.(we should put in mind that questions can also be answered by other questions) To begin with, there are many theories that try to explain why beings created. I shall bring forward one argument, that is, beings were created to achieve perfection and happiness. That is, to look at themselves in a mirror and see a reflection of a perfectly pure soul, free of wantonness or any other cause that can cause harm to oneself or others. By happiness I mean, the act of being in spiritual freedom and at ease woes, so that amidst these, the being is able to thrive and reach the maximum potential.

Is there anything as universal truth?, universal truth is necessary, therefore it exists even if not on its purest form. The truth that is agreeable and necessary. Evil exists as well as God who is good. You might ask yourself why? Why doesn't God who is good stop it? for happiness and perfection to be achieved, there is the furnace that is used to polish such acts, so that they can be the best they can ever be. This is what we call evil. In other terms, evil is the furnace by which perfection and happiness is to be tested and thereafter achieved.

What is a society? society is a league of beings that come together in order to pursue the greater good of the individual beings. Therefore, being a league of beings, it is necessary to be governed by a set of rules that seek to put in check the motives of each being. The rules will differ from one society to the other depending on the goals being perceived and if these rules are in the same league with purity and perfection.(including happiness)


Law is absolutely necessary for beings. This is because laws, are the fundamentals that put in check human behavior and see to it that each being acts to perceive happiness and perfection. In other terms, laws are those which act as a guide to human behavior. Having answered this, lets ask ourselves, is gayism lawful(in the eyes of the good, true and perfect God, the unmoved mover)? does gayism seek to achieve happiness and perfection? is gayism in line with societal laws? if it itself objects or submits itself to these, it is therefore bad or good respectively.

Glens side of the story(UNITED BY SMOKE DIVIDED BY DISTANCE(The posh house party at upper Nairobi West)

It was one of those lousy Saturdays without any plans to step out of the house after a hectic week of business deals and a late cocktail party with some associates. Lighting a cigar as I fetched some fresh milk from my kitchen a wry smile formed as I anticipated the me time the whole weekend . I loved my space, lazing on my seat by the balcony. That spot gives me the opportunity to watch the world below me since I am in the top most apartment and the breeze is heaven sent. My cigar was fast getting me into the mood and soon the cold milk woke me up to reality and I had to rush to the shower so I could know what would keep me busy the whole day long.

The bathtub would laze me even further so I decided against it and took a warm shower as the sound system blazed some crank music full blast. A man will always be a boy. It's a habit I have never let go since my teenage years. I laughed out loud when I remembered my mom's stern warnings against playing loud music. "You know that isn't good for your ears", she used to scream the warnings. Singing along I was quickly done and was holding a sugarless coffee mug as I got my laptop to do a game of chess before setting up for a movie. My phone was off and was enjoying my little heavenly set up as I tried my wits against the best online. I won a game n lost three and I decided a Jason Stratham movie would help ease my afternoon as I took my light lunch.

You know what they say about resisting the temptation to look at your phone, you can't beat it. At around 1400hrs I could not help it. A few "what are you up to for the weekend " texts came through once I switched it on. Wait a minute, there was a reminder icon blinking too, "did I miss an important early meeting?" I hoped not. "House Party at Upper West Nairobi this evening" it read. I felt deflated as this was one party I couldn't miss. I had always stood up such invitation and I had given my word that I would at least make a technical appearance. It was quite early so I reluctantly did my movie and a nap in readiness for the party. Strictly an hour of mindless chats and off back to my house. How wrong I would be.

Dressing up in the evening I took it casual. A shirt and jeans and half boots made me at ease and without forgetting my cologne I was out driving slowly to the venue a few minutes late of course. I wasn't a party lover so it wasn't one I was looking forward to. Rick Ross blasting from the stereo was getting me into the mood as I wondered why people had to have parties instead of relaxing at home and doing something relaxing. Looking ahead I knew I had a two more turns to make and I would be there.

Welcoming me at the gate was some beautiful ladies all smiles and handed me a glass of an energy drink. Since the narcotics are harming my lungs, let me have some energy to fight it off. That's my explanation for not doing alcohol. The place was swamped by beautiful ladies, dressed to kill would be an understatement and I had to agree that the ambience was quite something. I found myself starting to enjoy the idle talk but mostly was flirty exchanges and it just got me going. A few men were also around and some idle chat led to some exchange of contacts for business as I always believe in never passing an opportunity to network for growth. I kept glancing at my watch since I was not prepared to stay for long despite the great music and relatively good company on offer. I could tell some ladies were abit disappointed by my attitude as I was only casually friendly since I didn't intend to get mixed up in relationship or the burdens of one night stands. Dating was not something I was looking to have and that partly explained why I always kept away from such forums because the ladies would be quite tempting and as men the flesh is always weak. Smiling I started thinking of the saying that "ladies were the weaker sex." How ironical I said to myself as I made way to the balcony for a cigar before I bid my farewells.

As I fumbled for my lighter making my way to the balcony, I lifted my eyes only to be greeted by lovely eyes checking me out. I was tempted to pass the gaze as one of the many I have had to ignore all night long but there was something extra special about the gaze and beauty. " What would a pretty lady as her be isolated in the balcony?" I asked myself as I contemplated whether she would make some nice conversation just to pass my time as I had my cigar. The smile was enough invitation. I held out my pack of cigars and softly offered her to which she politely declined and astonishingly wearing a bigger smile. "I see you care about your lungs." I said rhetorically. "I prefer hurting my liver instead so I can maintain my soft voice" she replied as she pushed her hair backwards suggestively. Dressed in a short dress and heels and having a smart mouth got me abit excited. The ideas running in my head would not have let me welcomed in any church the following was I to go. I guess few of us will make it to heaven.

There is always a great feeling having an intelligent talk with a pretty lady and having a chemistry that is way too strong to ignore. As we talked about different issues I could not help notice how attractive she was and how hard she was trying to not let it look so obvious. I wished to go for the killer chat with her but my instincts held me back as I remembered I was not ready for any attachments. She had a friend who was one of the hosts and she kept getting me more energy drinks as she served her more wine and always left with a cheeky smile. Esther was her name, sorry the pretty lady had my manners depart me for a while. I kept debating whether to get her contacts for a future date but the odds were stuck against me as I had promised to focus on building my company but this was one deal that probably only comes once in a lifetime.

More than four hours since I showed up at the party, I found myself driving from the party wearing a lazy smile and my crank music having Lil Wayne on the speakers singing on Life....."Life is a b*tch I got my hands up her dress". Nodding my head I sung along loudly without a care in the world and as I wound a corner to my gate, I paused and checked Esther's card on my dashboard. With a soft whistle I shook my head wondering if this was a path I was ready to veer.

 By

Ken Mancunian Kenna

ESCAPING FROM ORGANIC LOVE( The gay issues)

“No happy man has ever wanted to be gay even if the thought crossed his mind and no happy man has ever wanted to kill another man for being gay.”Juliet said .

The the mutual conflict was taking an emotional turn between the four of them,Sara,Mark,William and Juliet.

“Why would anyone want to be gay anyway,it bothers me?”asked Mark

“Thats his bedroom life and for me it none of my p's and q's.”said Sara

“mmmm,if its their bedroom affairs why do they come out open then? William asked Sara

“just as the way the straights come public by paying dowry and walking down the isle,”Sara posed,” I know you gonna ask me why then is there hullabaloo regarding their coming out!”

She looked at William straight in the eye and said we the society are the ones who make this issue go viral. We are the reason why it is so public. William could not swallow this as it bothered him to the neck.

“They should be killed and rot in hell. I hate them with a passion.” William affirmed

All this time Juliet was quite and analyzing her friends attitudes towards gayism.

She finally spoke,”Hate is a condition of the mind and no happy man hates another man because of a condition acquired nor use coercion and condemnation to belittle such man,but find a ways why such person is in such condition and try to help.”

Juliet is a rational thinker-thinking reality and a radical approach to a problem. She has good outlook on life and a positive attitude. She cares about other people's feelings and aware that what she says may affect the way others think. When she speaks her friends tend to be attentive as her words and reasoning commands attention. She has a unique way of reasoning with others. William,Sara,and Mark were very attentive as they wanted to hear Juliet's stand on the issue on the table.

“Repression of life at younger age or mid age fosters rebellious moves,unrealistic thinking and unrealistic behavior.gayism is an habit taught by oneself due to according either fit in with members of the group who might be your friends,economical reasons or trying ti emulate a celebrity you value so much,to say but a few.'She poses and seep her glass of water while her friends are allowing the words to sink in.

“Just like alcoholism,drug addition,adultery,fornication,one can leave this habit if they have the will to do so. Hence condemning them or using coercion won’t solve the problem other than make them more rebellious. Chances of them abandoning this condition become rare since they will want to rebel against the society for condemning and using coercive methods to end this.”

“So you are trying to say if we have strident laws against homosexuality,we will not solve the issue rather than bottling it up and causing it to grow slow by slow.”

“Yea,we should know that no one is born homosexual and being homosexual is a moral choice,then the science of neuroplasticity says that if you don't 'reward" a thought it will occur less and less frequently until the brain prunes the unused connection,this pruning process is part of the maturation process of the brain.”

Mark was admiring Juliet's approach towards this issue and liked how calmly she was putting her point across. Sara and William went mute to allow her to finish her notion. They all thought Juliet to be very bright and passionate about humanity. Never will you hear her condemning someone. She likes finding a reason why something happened or why someone is behaving against the so perceived good behavior.

Juliet is a banker which her friends say is her calling. She usually shy’s away when told she would have made a good lawyer and urges her to do law.

Anyway,

Juliet continue to support her notion that, “Fundamentally,gayism is afraid of life. Its running away from life. But mostly the gays argue that we should:“Understand that sexuality is as wide as the sea. Understand that your morality is not law. Understand that we are you. Understand that if we decide to have sex whether safe, safer, or unsafe, it is our decision and you have no rights in our lovemaking.”

She stares at her friend then continues, “They have forgotten the organic love which was bestowed to us by God. Love between Man and woman:God created Adam and Eve and not Adam and Steve.”It undermines the basis of God's created order.

William at this point gives a big friendly smile and urges Juliet to continue. ''I hate you Juliet,you know I do.'' Juliet reacts by raising her Eyebrows. Then William continues, “you always win by convincing us with your rational reasoning. I hate you for always being the one to come up with radical approaches.''

Juliet smiles and since everyone is looking at her for more,she continues by saying,”Lev. 18:22, "You shall not lie with a male as one lies with a female; it is an abomination,thought politics differ with this idea saying that there is nothing wrong with two people just loving each other. Who are we Christians to judge them? But, who are they to say what is morally right and wrong.?”

Mark nods and says,”yea ,Does politics have an objective standard of morals that all people should follow?”

“Thats a good query Mark,they are going against marriage. Calling something marriage does not make it marriage. Marriage has always been a covenant between a man and a woman which is by its nature ordered toward the procreation and education of children and the unity and well being of the spouse.''Said Sara.

“ we should stop judging our gay friends and family instead find lenient ways of talking them against this.”Juliet said, “By teaching them Gods intention of marriage and sex will help them. Also parents to play a big role by educating their kids from an early age about natural law which is good is to be done and pursued, and evil is to be avoided. By his natural reason, man can perceive what is morally good or bad for him.''

“If homosexual “marriage” is universally accepted as the present step in sexual “freedom,” what logical arguments can be used to stop the next steps of incest, pedophilia, bestiality, and other forms of unnatural behavior?” Mark asked

“a controversial avant-garde.” Said Sara

They all nodded in agreement,then Juliet said that her final statement Marriage is a fundamental social institution that does not exist just for the emotional satisfaction of two individuals but for the greater good of the community which stands under the blessing or curse of God. Societies that put emotional fulfillment before right actions and principles will soon give way to a multitude of addictions and deep corruptions and collapse. God will judge any society that institutes same sex marriages.

William finally said, “ as Christians we should not judge them,just inform them that God has declared that homosexuality is a sin. I know. Some will say the Bible isn't true, that it is archaic, sexist, homophobic...blah, blah, blah I've heard it all before. Kill the messenger and let's all jump into bed together and have our fun.

William thought of Juliet's approach and smiled but deep down he still advocated for the killing of such people by the government and society at large.
by

Esther Wavinya

THE MOAN BENEATH

THE MOAN BENEATH:
The sunrays surely hit, lighting up the horizon, waking up the masses, sending out its radiant heat to men of all classes, she wakes up with memoirs of the night that was, time passes.
She is dragged back to the sheets, more sleep, no, more weep, the pounding and the smashing, then I read the address, 19th street, Winston Avenue, she feels the silent creeping in into her doors, the entry, entry that leaves a mess, she lies silent on the bed minutes later, undisturbed, used, not abused, its legal, she fears the stigma.
Ding Dong!, internal decoration, oh welcome, she says and smiles, a crispy smile, its eight in the morn and shes still in her night dress, wow, so the mirror broke when you were shifting the bed to a new location right? And the door knob no longer works? How?
She then goes to depth of explaining, tales, fables, once upon a time, I silently curse for starting the show.
This lady, ring on her finger, fascinates, the glam still is, sits on her bed and sleeps away, everytime, I think I realise why, I know. A touch on her neck and she jumps with a start, sorry!, "had a sleepless night?" I pay the service and wave goodbye.
Night lands, she dreads of the moon, already slept enough, ready for the night, she's getting used to it, the night.
The metallic music, the rugged beard, the smooth hand, the view of the city lights, while lying flat, mosquitoes don't scare, Malaria does'nt happen here, ignorance is bliss, the nipple bites.
The selfish lover, evrytime she dares she gets one on the face, the screams get louder, pause: play, the flights, pause, play, every hour, no defiance, this was never what she had wished for.
I encounter the man of the house as I stream in for repairs yet again, without being told, I head for the bedroom.
I find her crying on her bed, she does'nt want to talk, I take my eyes for a tour and right on the wall, I notice something, bride and groom, photos in a certificate of marriage, centered on the wall, never touched or changed, she tells me thats what cast doom.
Everytime we are at it, he threatens and points at it, and I am forced to let it be, she edges nearer, holds my hand, eyes in gloom, cries on my chest, and as I look back on the marriage certificate, the sun's rays light it up, I see its appearance, what she sees everyday.
The certificate seems polished, gleaming, displaying much, a bond, a jail term, a moan beneath.

By 

Muia Dennis

BAD MOMMY by mutie oscar ghitto

I read an article. sombre. Eliciting those feelings, that make the world tumble, That make thy heart fail. I ask myself, why? a mommy, blessed, in the family way, decide to terminate the magical creature building inside her. It hurts. Isn't it? If only i can grasp her neck, so that she feels my wrath. She would surely curse, heaving, as i squeeze life out of her. Sorry, I get carried away sometimes. Emotions have a way of weaving their nest in mine heart. But that is what makes me human. Having feelings. I read the article. I surely cursed, heaving under heavy sobs, banging the table, so that i hurt my knuckles. We are a little bit diverse, but i wouldn't call this diverse. Its folly. Human folly. Vanity. How else can you explain it? I lack words. I tried to purchase some, so that i could express the exact feelings wounding mine heart at this juncture, but the word market is almost empty, and the remaining words are too complex, too sophisticated, i might add, they would ambiguate my feelings, so that they are associated with vagueness. i do not want that. Do I? I am dying to convey these feelings. I want you to understand me. Not that am blaming anyone, damn! am surely blaming someone. Let me not dupe myself. (I realized that you are not dunce) Brethren, i lack the exact words. Let me find a better market. Once i purchase words that suit my feelings, i shall surely return and tell the tale. For now, lets curse, with the strongest words possible, this act, of nipping magical creatures at their buds.

A LETTER FROM AN ANGEL

 Dear Sweet Mum,

I have decided to talk to you, to let you know my feelings. I want to know why you did it. My story is short. I have stayed inside you for only few days or even weeks, not the forty weeks I needed for you to see me. I was very comfortable and warm. I felt really protected. I know you are a special person because I ate the food you ate. I longed for the day I would see your face. Nine months was a long time to wait, but I was determined to wait. I had to be patient.One day I heard you converse with a man about me, and at some stage you quarreled. The man then offered you some money to get rid of me. I was happy and prayed that this meant that I would at least see you, the only person that I knew in the world: I was absolutely very wrong. I had almost forgotten the issues until I felt something sharp pierce my tiny ear. I jerked silently and in pain, and asked you to protect me. Seconds later the object came, fiercer than before. My tiny umbilical cord, of course joining me and you mum was cut up, starting from the ears then arms and legs. It was an agonizing experience, my head was then cut off and I died. It took me a whole hour to die, a whole hour for the most innocent human being to be murdered. I remember the whole incidence vividly and I keep asking myself, what I did to deserve that cruel death? Why me? Why did you do it to me? And why was I not given a chance to live? I know you are having a lot of nightmares. You remain guilty for the beastly act. Please explain to your God why you committed the heinous act. Personally I have forgiven you though I never lived to see your face. My journey to back to my creator was safe and I arrived safely. I was given a red carpet welcome by an angel. I am in fact,without bitterness. I still love you mum. I am so sorry if I made you shed tears. I was just missing you and thought I could send you this mail. God still loves dear mum, He has forgiven you and I hope to see you some day. Love you mum and take care
by

Bogonko Jr Benjamin

A LOVE STORY by mutie Oscar ghitto

The city of the clouds was quite a big one. Like a pot, it had emerged out of nothing to become the backbone of the country’s economy. It was never known why it was really given that name, but of course theories had mushroomed to explain the origin of the name. One such theory proposed that the city’s founder had decided to name it the city of the clouds due to the luck the clouds always brought. To him, rain was the best thing that ever enlightened his heart. The city had gone to such great heights of being referred to as the country’social hub. Giant skyscrapers and several other gorgeous mansions seemed to be telling the same tale. Especially by the way they sat on the city’s floor.

Being the 21^st century, cities where there to compete against each other. The continent had become a one big battlefield where a battalion of towns merging to make cities slit each other’s throats. From the look of things, it was a tough competition. Some of the cities had given up. You could look at their faces and you would feel sadness flow into your heart violently, so that it left you a wreck. The good thing is; the city of the clouds was always there to comfort anyone who dared embrace it. Many visitors flocked its spas and restaurants for healing. A rumor would then be whispered from ear to ear among the residents of the clouds that the other cities were so contagious that they dared sicken their residents that they had decided to bit the hand t hat fed them. The residents of the cloud always felt happy and reassured. As if to mark this, the clouds had a way of pouring water, so that the love in the people’s hearts germinated.

Musau was a proud resident of the cloud city. He always felt lucky that he had found a place in such a loving environment. He was a very interesting maturing lad. For one thing, he was not boring. He was the type of a guy you could talk to and share anything. He seemed to be understanding and accommodative of others. The guy had a big heart, though he was from an aristocratic background. He was the kind of a guy who never let his aristocratic background or his success get into his head. He was always down-to-earth and kind. Everyone respected him, for it was known that the clay that had baked him was always hard to come by.

Along Katurungi Avenue, two blocks from the roundabout, a seven-floor apartment sat with such admirable beauty. Its color seemed to darken the neighboring apartments in a way that one would not understand. It was as if the other apartments were its shadow. At its entrance beautiful flower gardens rested, posing that gorgeous smile that always made you feel welcome. The building was a good combination of nature and concrete, so that the two married to produce a magical offspring. It is in the second floor of this building where Musau’s nest was situated. It was the place where he would retire in the evening after the hustles and bustles of the day. He always had a habit of laboring his rocking chair as he watched the sun sink. Then, he would return to his apartment and make himself dinner, or at times when he was tired, he would just have a bath and a goodnight sleep.

For the last four years, he had been living alone. The apartment had kept him company. It has soothed him, cooled his head so that could manage to wear a cheerful countenance. Everything had changed all over a sudden. He did not find the comfort he had always felt in the company of his apartment. With every tick of the clock, he yearned for something else, something that could enter into his heart and fill that hollow gap left. He knew that he had to do something. Somehow, he had known what had been troubling him.

Across Njenga Avenue, other apartments were coming into the league as the city’s best. It is one of these apartments where Musau had seen a flower. His flower. He was longing for its sweet scent. If only he could uproot it and take it home, it could have been better. He wanted it to adorn his apartment. One day, as he reclined in his balcony, he imagined the offspring of his dream coming to birth. a smile formed on his lips, His heart leapt. The flower would surely be his.

Days began to lengthen; at least that is what Musau thought. He would curse the hours that seemed to drag themselves, like a cow that knew it was being led to the slaughter house. He would sit in his office for hours pondering. Files and cashbooks lay on the desk open, but they were closed in his mind. He was not enthusiastic with numbers anymore. Their magic had faded. “Numbers or flowers?” he would question himself. A good chunk of his peers were already being acquainted to flowers. Flowers it was, except for his case, a FLOWER it was.

By 

Oscar Shakespeare Ghitto

The rise and fall of the egos

The rise and fall of the egos

 

I have read essays,short stories,poems,watched :movies,documentaries,plays, listened to songs,the preachers messages that were about me and me and me. I clench and I unclench my hands nervously wondering are these messengers reading my mind? Have they being spying my life? Are they the persons who invade my dreams whom I don’t recognize after waking up?

My emotions are elicited by a cognitive evaluation of antecedent situations and events and that had occurred earlier in life. I break. exhausted .No matter what,I need to listen to my egos and what they are telling me.

Their messages are so loud and clear giving solutions which are either positive and negative to my endless problems I impose on me. Or should I say life has imposed on me? Life! Am I taking refuge to blame life?They hit my solar plexus as the truth drawn on me. ….u.ohh no... I... amm..hmrm... hem... There comes a time I stammer... the words are too strong and I am not sure how to counter that... *Jaw-Dropping* They act as extrinsic reinforcements.

My so many alter ego receive the message but not all agree. They fight all wanting to get a space in decision making. I lay down awaiting for the egos to come into consensus. They hurt me. My heart and mind are the judges and the egos the armies. The former are put into task by the egos,as each ego wants to have a say. The battle of wits within continue. Greed and conditions are the key word in their agenda.

I close me in the closet not ready to let life see me because my egos have overthrown me. They have taken their agenda over mine. I cry,I curse and they don’t soothe me. They just continue adding salts over the injuries. They say

“You should have said this,done this.”I bit my lower lip and wishing I could turn back the hand of our clock.

Being the grass I suffer the disagreement of my egos. I face the world with a shuttered face. My smile is very weak. My allies notice this,they give me messages which are transported to the egos. The ego on receiving the top ups they get armed more and more. Am unable to disarmament them.

The egos find escapist, divide themselves into groups who agree on a common escapist

“Blame that TV you bought to entertain you,”some egos argue
No. dont blame the TV. its just an electronic device doing what it was meant to do.

“Blame the C.C.K”
“No. not the cck. blame the media houses for featuring kinky western programs.”
“No don’t blame the media houses..Blame the CCK cause they fail to regulate the content broadcast by media houses.”

“Blame your internet provider,they lured you to this.”

“ blame the government? or the west?”
“we should blame ourselves for being in life”

“then lets die.”

At this juncture I awaken,I take control. Life is so beautiful. Who wants to die anyway? I don’t want to get up. The headache is still lingering, but I know that I needed to get up. I should not let fear which was imposed by another mans Idea which was probably his own fear take me away. I will survive,I will make my agenda to take control over my agendas.

I recall Samaul Aun words that “The mind must free itself from all kinds of “schools,” religions, sects, beliefs, etc. All those “cages” are obstacles which render the mind incapable of thinking freely.”Am setting it free from my alter egos. I need to be in control. Now I am ready for the day. I feel energized and mentally I am alert. listen to your mind and also the multiple egos, listen to others around you, and take it easy some days. On the other days, you are the master of your own progress

By

Esther Wavinya 

JESUS AND THE MERCHANTS BY MUTIE OSCAR GHITTO

i read the bible while my mind was trying to visualize and digest what was being fed into its stomach. i let myself shift back in time, so that i was a member of Jesus crowd. i saw myself following him everywhere, like his shadow. i want to think of myself as peter, so that i won't miss any incident. And it pays. Everywhere the Lord goes I follow him. There is this particular time when i see us entering into the temple. Jesus is leading the flock, like good little children, we copy each and every gesture he does. I bet its because we want to identify with him, therefore mimicking becomes our nature. I am at the crowds' rare, trudging forward when i unexpectedly hit my brother before me. "sorry Batholomew" i utter, with a sad face to give meaning to my words lest i be judged a good hypocrite. It occurs to me that our Lord has halted. I admonish myself for being so absent minded. Its not the nature of Peter. "Peter, hand over my whip" the words hit my now attentive ears. I instantly fumble into my bag and hands him over a long smooth whip, so that he whips the merchants out of the church. Just a glance at his face and i can read fury and disappointment. I then ask myself, is this the Jesus i know? so he can get angry.I bet i should be careful from now on. It is this event that gets me into thinking, the fountain that issues forth sweet water can also issue forth bitter water. You never know. Jesus whipped merchants out of the church, he could as well have embraced them. But he did not. Because there are extremes. Because the word of God is not a play ground. lets therefore not cheat ourselves that generations are changing, they are but the word of GOD still remains the same. When i take a glance at the book of Ecclesiastes...."enjoy the days of your youth, before the days come when you say you do not enjoy life anymore because you are old. But remember you shall be judged by your actions." its pretty clear. Every thing is in black and white. You don't have to still in order to resonate with the thief, in order to show him you know how you feel, if our Lord had done that, i too would have stolen so that i resonated with thugs. BUT OUR LORD REBUKED MERCHANTS.Am not holy. Am emulating Christ who told me to rebuke certain attitudes. The bible has been very clear on its message. The sinful woman was forgiven, so that we would be taught the art of forgiveness for we are all sinners. Its therefore unfortunate to manipulate this lesson to fit our whims. It goes against bible the politics.In the letter of Paul to the church at Corinth, (Corinthians) Paul is addressing several problems relating to the new church. Among them bad blood among Christians. The issue of sex has also been thoroughly addressed. Let those who have ears listen, Adultery, fornication, masturbation, bestiality, homosexuality name them is wrong and condemned. Paul puts this message rather blankly. I did not read somewhere where Paul sleeps with someones wife so as to resonate with adulterers. He instead rebukes the act. Why don't we emulate him?

I want to write by Oscar Shakespeare Ghitto

It leaves me in awe to think of how the day starts, knowing that there has never been a day that has ever been like the other. Every day brings its share of worry and hope. Everyday has its own challenges; everyday has its good side, and today was no different, save for my thoughts. I woke up feeling sickly and worn out. I felt tired as if I had been tilling on a piece of land the whole night, but I still dared to think about the day. How would it be? Would I live to see the sun set? Thoughts have a way of haunting someone. So that he thinks of his own death, so that he visualizes how his life would be after his demise. The dawn of each day propels these feelings forward; for the soul is alive, for the soul is still in its resident, comfortably tucked under the warmest corner.

I have a particular feeling that the knowledge of the start and the end of the day should not have come to being. I carry this thought that hours should trudge on, without pausing, without looking back and whistling so that they let you know of their death and their rebirth, their recantation. Hours should be benevolent. They should be understanding and not harsh, so that they worry not the soul, So that it remains duped. When the soul is duped, human life becomes easy and comfortable. It is best to live in a particular time and space, dedicating your thoughts to that specific moment, restraining yourself to t is happening at particular juncture. Dedicating your thoughts and feelings to the very living moment of your life is a good step towards the achievement of peace. I have experienced it, and that is why I want to write.

There are moments in my life when am seized by this spirit whose origin I know not. It leads me to a world of thought. So that am forced to think. It forces me to ponder about anything. When I woke up today, I had already felt its presence. I knew that I had to ponder about something, and that was the birth of this writing. I took a pen and a paper, not knowing what I should write, yet writing. That is the life I live. That is the life I shall live. From dust to dust, ash to ash. I will forever be literati, eking a living from writing. I shall continue to write when the spirit wears me, for it left me in the midst of this conversation; this conversation between my pen and the slate. This conversation that truly disappoints when cut short, but what can I do? I cannot force the spirits. I have to wait.

Oscar Shakespeare Ghitto

MAVUNOISM-THE MOVEMENT

                            

  MAVUNOISM-THE MOVEMENT

The Saturday afternoon is very hot. Everything appeared to melt from the heat of the sweltering sun. The sun was shining down upon me, making me feel as if it's rays we're hugging me directly. My friend Vivian and I are on our way to Mavuno mashariki church to attend Mizizi.Mizizi is a swahili word for roots. Hence Mizizi is a program offered at Mavuno church that helps one grow deep roots for christian faith. It nurtures ones faith from a mustard seed to a mustard tree. This is a life time experience which deepens your relationship with God-the creator of humanity.

As Vivian and I converse about our Mizizi experience and how it has impacted positivity in our lives. We had an opportunity of volunteering in a children's home. We volunteered to help them as giving back to the society and from this experience I learned a lot especially giving thanks to what life has offered me so far.

Anyway,

As we were immensely conversing,I received a call from a good friend of mine,Martin.

“Hey ,hope your day is coming along well!” Martin said to me

“Yea,sure,hope same applies to.”I said,noting an urgency in his voice.”whatsup Bro,You sound tensed,mind sharing”

I waited for few seconds as Martin was taking a deep breath on the other end of the call. I waited patiently for him to unveil the mystery surrounding his voice.

“Mavuno church is trending on tweeter and Facebook for wrongs reason.”He posed,”are you in the picture?”

“Nope,am not. What is it this time round,”I giggled

“There is a poster which has gone viral and everyone is against it,some blogger are associating the church as a place for homosexuals and porn addicts.”Martin said.

As he finished the statement I laughed and told him that I was aware of it and I will explain later in the day when we meet as I was rushing for the mizizi class.lol.Human beings are pretenders,they are holy few hours ion a Sunday but the rest of the week they are back to blurred lines.

Martin is a gentle guy,A well-mannered and considerate man with high standards of proper behavior.

but he doesn’t go to church as he has not yet found a church which will give him a sense of belonging. I was in the same situation but I met mavuno,a church of reality teachings,Mavuno happened.. At this juncture I had managed to invite Martin for a Sunday service at Mavuno and from there on he decide if he will be attending or not.

Martin's call got me thinking of the outrage of many parishioners. I had read how some guys were very surprised and regarded this as the end of the world for churches having had few churches scandal weeks before.The pharisees of the 21st century.I wondered why someone would just judge from the picture without reading the content. Simply look at how virtually everything that the teens do. Of course,there are varying extremes within the “Teens society.” which humanity as accepted as part and parcel of life. We just say that these are their heysdays and leave them to face life. Have you ever asked yourself what if I dint assume but took

an initiative of taking and walking them through life? Advising them?Showing them there is more to life that Alcohol,sex and drugs! Make them belong somewhere. This is humanity. But for us we just gossip and condemn them. Mavuno being an influential infuencer took the step of faith and decided to tackles the issues facing modern society.Society has failed,the churches are stepping in.

 I agree, the gospel remains the same...BUT the generation has changed... and if we want to make an impact in these teenager's lives, we need to hit the nail on the head. 13 year old are having sex and you want to turn a blind eye?I conquer with Machiavelli that the end justifies the means. If YOU WONT STEP up and educate you kids The church has stood up to do so in a manner that attracts and interests them deal with it

 Do you think you’re so perfect,That you do not need change?You’re so innocent aren’t you?Strutting about with this holier than thou attitude. You call them fake,Who then are you?Are you quite being your own self,
To call yourself true?Christians need to get off the religious treadmill of church and revisit the NT example and teaching on how to assemble as the Church. The true Kingdom of God doesn’t come from the top down but from the bottom up, from the grass roots.If the advert offended you it was not meant for you....further more none of the people making noise has heard the content of the message, all are simply speculating and trying to sound righteous just like the pharisees and Sadducees did.The idea was to get their attention in a non-threatening environment then deliver the message

Lets be rational and have a radical approach to these teens of 21^st century. Rarely do we get teens flocking church as it used to happen in older years. They have so many thing to indulge in to bit the weekends and church is the last place to be. The society has failed now the church is coming in to restore sanity amongst the teens who are going to be the leaders of tomorrow. Instead of judging others,lets try to emulate Jesus teachings and not be the pharisees. Jesus refused to act the part of magistrate when the woman who had committed adultery was brought to him by pharisees,who had stormed outbreak of murderous passion against the woman. Jesus in these scenario call fro freedom of similar offense which are rampant in our society. He wants the church to tackle such menaces. Jesus call for inward saint-less and freedom from irregular prehension what Mavuno is trying to do.

The aim of life is to find happiness,which means to find interests. Education is the preparation for life and Mavuno has taken the initiative to tackle sex education which society is so ignorant to approach. Lets pose some questions. How many times have we watched news regarding early pregnancies?How many times have you heard a young girl lost her life during abortion?So many insane sex crimes?Why we have what the society calls bastards a social disgrace? Why! A thousand why about our vaunted state of civil eminence?

We are fast in judging,overlooking the motives behind an approach to a challenge. The use of the poster by Mavuno is a whimsical approach to teens. The wise people once said set a thief to catch a thief. This saying relates to the use of the poster by Mavuno.This will help annihilate the vicissitudes of of teens society of the 21^st century. Lets stop being inimical to new ideas yet the lifestyle is changing rapidly.The world is becoming a global village. Its time we challenge ourselves to the notion of church and its participation to sex education. I embrace this idea, am shocked with lads and lasses stuffed up with useless theories about church.Ask yourself what a church is and who are meant to attend? Church is for those people who are sinners they listen and gradually they will change.

Mavuno as a movement embraces people from all walks of life without judging them. It eventually helps you to undergo a radical revolution of morals with time. Mavuno- a church so deeply imbued with moral knowledge. In the book of John 4:1-4.we read of the Samaritan woman. Jesus showed that his mission was to the entire earth,not just the Jews. Mavuno is embracing people with all kind of behavior leaving God to be the ultimate judge and forgiver. Our human tendency is to judge others because of stereotypes,customs or prejudice. Jesus treat people as individuals accepting them with love and compassion. Ask yourself,Do I dismiss certain people as lost causes? Do a cognitive introspection,then saturate your mind with great words and try to understand more of Jesus coming to earth.

The church is where a persons morality is cured and more important where people especially the youth are reared to happiness and seek abundance in Godly ways. They teach the youth without use of coercion and condemnation by appealing to their curiosity and spontaneous needs. We are dogmatically opinionated critics of modern church-the church are assimilated to certain cultural norms. In Mark 2:16,Jesus was eating with the sinners and tax collectors,then the scribes of pharisees saw this and asked his disciples why Jesus was doing so. Christians are mainly hypocrites like the pharisees,the type that Jesus dint want to be associated with. Church is for people who are broke,hurting,lost imperfect,name them. Just as Jesus,Mavuno church is reaching out to preach to the sinners as perceived by society. The church should let everyone in and do whatever it take to bring them to God. The end justifies the means.

Pay a visit to the church and make your opinions from a point of knowledge. Heysays don’t help at all. Its a church that deal with real issues and being different. Jesus came so that the lost can see the light emulate Jesus.

Have a look at Jesus life on earth.Look at his missions.Whom did he mostly indulge. he never spent a single day with the religious or the self righteous guys of his days...he made it comfortable for tax collectors, prostitutes, adulterers etc to be around him.Mavuno has not changed any message regarding the bible.Lets not pretend that  we skipped through the hormone induced teenage years and vilifying the church for trying to deal with it

Vivian's mind was in a turmoil as she read the tweets regarding Mavuno.She just murmur God forgive them for they dont know what they are doing. Vivian and I decided we will step out and be influential influencer no matter what.

By
 Esther Wavinya

Dear Future Wifey,by Bogonko Jr Benjamin

I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for ignoring you for over three decades of my life. I’m sorry for not considering your needs before my own. I’m sorry for not thinking of you as I made decisions throughout my life. I’m sorry I continue to pretend you’ll never come along. Although after you meet me, you’ll believe I’m perfect, I am not. This is just the first of many apologies I’ll be giving for the rest of my life. I’ll sometimes forget our anniversaries. I’ll stop opening the car door for you after we get used to each other. I’ll forget to call when I’ll be home late. I’ll forget to say ‘I love you’ when you need it most. I'll sometimes spend more time with my fellow men when you need to cuddle with me. So again, I truly apologize. I’ve been thinking about you so much quite so often. Where will we meet? When will it finally happen? Will I just know, or will it take time for me to warm up to you? Are you wondering these things right now, too? Probably not. Maybe you are even having a bad day today or you have failed to catch some sleep. The Winter Olympics is on, and you’re either watching it too, or you even have no idea if this kind of Olympics is going on or you are maybe sitting at a friend’s house eating pizza, or a chocolate or even busy on your Facebook wall while planning what to do today, eat today, dress today or even do today. It’s okay, though. I promise not to hold that against you. I hope you know how much I already deeply love you. When you’re having a bad day, I hope you know that someone is already praying for you. I thought I had already met you a time or two. But they didn’t have your smile, or the smell of your cologne. I wish I knew you already so every time my heart broke, like it did recently, I would have known that God had something better in mind. But I don’t know you. And it broke. I hope you’re willing to do some major repair work, because I’ll need it. I’ll need you to show me that I can trust you. I’ll need you to help me rediscover who I am. I’ll need you to help me out of my past. I spend a lot of time there. My past, I mean. I pray that when you do come along, I’m not so caught up in it that I miss out on you and everything that you are. I think about ‘what-ifs’ a lot. Don’t let me do that. Tell me, “Whatever happened is already done. You can let go.” I already know you also have your past when we will meet. So, our past will be past the moment we meet. Because I love you, I’ll believe you. I promise that I’ll do the best I can for you. I’ll make your lunches, help you cook dinner, play with our beautiful kids, protect you from any harm, help you do our laundry, and love our family with every fiber in my heart that I have. I can’t wait to prove this to you time and time again. I’ll pray for you and to be with you. I’ll lift you up when your heart is broken. I’ll hold your hand when you reach out to me. And most of all, I’ll love you more and more every day of my life. Until we meet, 
Your Future Hubby,
 Bogonko Jr.

Bogonko Jr Benjamin

UNITED BY SMOKE DIVIDED BY DISTANCE(The posh house party at upper Nairobi West)

 

UNITED BY SMOKE DIVIDED BY DISTANCE

Annabel came to pick me for the Saturday evening house party hosted at the posh area at upper west Nairobi as per our telephone conversation earlier in the day. She wore black leggings and a black pleasant dress that left everything to the imagination. She stands at 5'5" and has a voluptuous figure that pour into a nice hourglass. Her long fingers terminated in painted, polished rich mauve nails. She looked very astounding. I picked my hue purse and followed her to the parking and embarked on a quest to uncover the secret of the private house party held at a posh surroundings in upper west Nairobi.

While driving,she was enticing me with alluring description of how the house party might be and the handsome single guys who will be present. Annabel likes teasing me regarding men as she wonders why a beautiful lady like me is still single. I normally try to defend myself on how am building my career first but she never buys any of my theories.

“Am single by choice but I go out on dates,the many dates you impose me to attend without failure or else reparations might follow,”I told her in a strident tone.

“Calm down sweets”Annabel said softly,” You tend to be choosy and bored instantly by someone,whats this compatibility you keep on murmuring about? Easen up and give someone a chance,a weeks chance to evaluate them instead of making discussion rightward after dates.”She spoke with a deep empathetical tone.

“Listen to me Annabel,Compatibility is the key word here and in any relationship,I can't succumb to any Dick,Tom and Harry just for the sake of having a relationship status. I need to have someone whom we are compatible in all aspect. The entity of relationship is compatibility. Our conversation to be entwined intellectually,and a natural desire which is unconditional. Both of us should be comfortable in our discomfort when together. This is soul-mate not conditions related to life but soul-mate condition,getting my point doll?”I said wholeheartedly

“Take time hun,love will find you,think things over,but know time waits for no man.”she muttered apologetically.

Silence broke between us,but the music which was slow jazz kept us singing in low tones as Annabel drove to our destination for the evening. My mind was rushing on pell-mell from one feverish attitude to another while staring outside the car in motion.

Finally we arrived , given cordial welcome and felt at home. Inside, the house smelled smartly varnished,fresh and beautiful. I could smell the air, and I really loved rock 'n' roll which was playing as we entered. The inside lighting had a strong effect. The led lights were coruscating and glimmering. The atmosphere was warm and festive. There is a buffet, alcohol and the crowd was dressed to kill. My eyes glossed over the mass of partygoers standing around.

Annabel was to assist in welcoming guests,so I wandered lonely as a cloud finding my way to the balcony to catch some fresh air. When all at once I saw a crowd of young guys in their late twenties and early thirties. Some were smoking cigars and others playing Brain games as Chess and Ludo. I looked again into the group of guys, scrunched up my nose, and walked away towards the other end of the balcony which was unoccupied. I enjoyed the beautiful scenery of sun-setting as I sipped my drink.

It wasn’t just footsteps behind me–the tang of expensive cologne,that made me turn around and glanced at the refined stylish man walking towards me. The world fell away, drained of all color but him, standing in the sun-setting evening.

“Hi am Glen,would you mind me joining you for a chat as the sun sets behind us?”He asked with a polished accent.

“sure”I replied humbly

“Mind having some cigarettes? He asked husky

“Nope,am not into such,thanks though.”I said shyly

Smokers are known to be friendly people world wide as they have the sharing aspect. They are the only group of people who don’t mind asking for a lighter or a cigarette from a stranger and conversation follow suit. I don’t entertain smokers especially desiring them but Glen will be exceptional. He is ravishing and seemly.

At first glare,Glen seemed very shy and ambivalent,his physical appearance was striking .His facial features were smooth, rounded, and very assuming. He had a dark complexion which suited my kind of guy. He was a little taller than average .His hair was short dark and well combed having natural waves. He wore a plain black shirt with a blue jeans and red snickers. How can I describe the scent of his skin? He smells something like cinnamon-- dry and sweet. cinnamon are known to be aphrodisiac for some women,I am falling for this. The gods, is it wrong for me to imagine laying my head on his chest and closing my eyes and breathing in his smell?”Smell is important. It reminds a person of all the things he's been through; it is a sheath of memories and security.

Glen thought about the way we could find an endless well of idle chat for any situation, we talked politics and its effects to common mwananchi. We immensely debated the Machiavellian philosophy and its impacts to our political environment. We discussed man-milieu and how it affects development. He really captivated me with his intels,travels and the so many books he has read of which I personally have read too. He was enthralled by my adventurous life style. We were compatible intellectually,religiously,socially and economically. We understood each others jokes. There is nothing like deep breaths after laughing hard for the right reasons. We were engrossed in our world that we almost forgot the party.

“You look sassy,”He said to me in a modulated voice. I liked the way he said the words with confidence and poised. The few time we were together I realized that he choose his words with fastidious care. A man loves through his eyes,and a woman through her ears.

“Me too,”I affirmed tremulously

He made me smile infectiously with his many description of why he must chase me. Everything Glen said fascinated me giving my heart exquisite pleasure hence refined. Glen sense of humor,savored the moment we shared.

After chatting for an hour or so,with intervals of having drinks and snacks,Glen finally brought up the residential subject.

“Where do you live and work if you dont mind?”He asked gravely

“Nairobi of course,born,raised and might be buried here if I don’t relocated to France ,my dream country.”I answered boldly.

I starred at him to answer the question at hand.

“I live and work in Botswana. Have been working there for four years” He paused,” Do you mind relocating there. Its a nice place and job hunting isn’t that involving as here at home. I want to have you near me.”He said croaky

I looked at him with disbelief. United by smoke divided by distance.

I was not going to compromise and leave my comfort zone for a stranger who had enticed me for few hours for a destination not well known by me and Annabel my best friend. I liked him and he fitted my kind of guy. The polished accent,tasteful intel,gorgeous body,stylish dress-code,dark complexion,rich scent name it all. I lost myself in his world looking at all the qualities he possessed but deep down I knew this was a dead end. We ladies know if a relationship will go on or not at the few moments spent together.

Annabel was happy for me as she saw me engaging with Glen. She would wink her eyes and smile while offering us drinks. At times she would murmur at me “Compatible”I just giggled and awaited for the ride home to give her my reasons as to why not yet. Cold war

By 

Esther Wavinya

A MESSENGER OF LOVE;by Muia Dennis

A MESSENGER OF LOVE;
The night was eerie, the breeze filled its capacity in the artic, the booze in my hands, wore me out. A jog of my thoughts, an that very Saturday, had caught me in this situation.
It all began on that vivid hot sunny afternoon as we lay in the pool, the water was cold, the breeze was perfect, our heads to cool.
Then it happened, striding like a colossus, finest architecture ever, never taught in school.
Her sight had me mesmerized, before I knew it, I became a fool.
She came to my rescue, for I was drowning, a dozen glasses of water, one litre of love.
Tell me, how bad can it be, when a girl saves your life? Especially if she is the love of your life?
Her bright smile greeted me when I came to my sense, she had done more than enough, my life she saved, I felt indebted to her, so I swore to return the favor, to make her happy, and bring sheer joy in her soul.
Her wish to be my command, for she raised me back to life like dough, she was the reason for my living and breathing; literally.
"Please tell him to call me tonight," tell him to meet me at the joint," Her post master general I became, the duty she gave me, she did appoint, I became her chief advisor, on relationships that is, she was my savior and me she did anoint.
My way of returning the favor, though it hurt my mentality and my heart joint. It was as if she could see through me, like I was a mirror, in me she saw other mens' reflection.
Kalas! To my thoughts. Ladies and and gentlemen, that is my story, fair ladies and noble gentlemen, a tale of love at first sight, a magic come true to present.
Hurt on the first night, unanswered text messages of sleep tight, sweet dreams and so on and so forth.
So sad and sorrowful for I loved her, love her still and so shall I always. If only she gives me a chance, a moment, me and her, a momentum.
Hope she someday see me in a different light, the saddest part of the story is that, Its only until today, actually right now that I have realized what I have become,
A genie in the lamp, a man constantly feeling blue, A MESSENGER OF LOVE.
by
 Muia Dennis

THE LOVE, THE FEELINGS...BY mutie oscar ghitto

the love. the feelings. the burn. they feel it. they melt under it, and drown under it. i watch. like an overseer on his land, i stroll. i let the eyes do their work. then i can feel it. Their search. critical and careful. for signs. any signs. And it pays. am ecstatic. am proud. the mud has been washed. I knew it. i swear i knew it. it was feigned. Artificial feelings. manufactured feelings. And she fell for it. And she writhed, when he was unwrapping his 'parcel'. she writhed, when he was 'admiring' his gift. and he was done with it. He was fed up with it. he threw it. Again, i saw it. The tear. A swollen bit. Swollen and bitter. It came rolling, from her left eye. wetting the path it had taken. Wetting the sorrow. giving strength to those mixed feelings. how could he? I, see it. And then i tucked it somewhere in mine heart. so that i digested it. so that i learnt it. the flowers. The cards. The dinner. The wine. And before a day was wrapped, a soul was lost. a soul. A human soul. Sometimes i wonder how the spirits can pounce on one another. a blow upon a blow. And before they can know it, the damage has been done. Valentine. My heart registers these same feelings. sad feelings. For i know, a soul shall be lost. I am weary. For i know, I shall meet a soul. A soul wandering about. Lost. Disturbed. I sigh. A smile escapes my lips. Am almost certain. It is going to happen again. So unfortunate. THE VALENTINE.

TO YOU MY FUTURE VALENTINE(very interesting must read)

 

Today, is plainly the day for romance and love.

 Today, is another cards' flowers' candies' day.

 Today, is a day that friends and relatives show affections.

 But today, I want to talk to and with you. 

I don't want to send you a love message.

 I want to talk to and with you.

 

 Please, listen to me. Please, don't listen to these words. Please listen to me. 

Because it's only me talking with you now.

 I want to name you my Valentine today, you’re all I want now In you,

 I find pure joy and delight You may not give me everything,

 I mean everything I need But honestly,

 I’m happiest whenever you’re in sight and in my mind too

. I can never deny that think of you both night and day;

 I’m drawn to you in pure attraction both inside you and outside too

 When you’re not here and I mean right here, not even near here,

 I ache for you,

 I actually ache and crave for your fulfilling satisfaction.

 I can never deny too that I dreamed of love like this, and yet,

 I honestly never thought that I would capture it this way. The deep,

 exciting thrills we have had so far, 

It is this intoxicating bliss and pure joy that makes me you:

 My Future Valentine. I mean, My Future Lifetime Valentine. 

 So darling, please be my Valentine, and more; Be my life, 

my world, my all; Together we can be content, 

And share life’s pleasures, big and small. Yes, 

that is all I wanted to say. 

Happy Valentines Day. Happy Valentines Day.

 

 My Future Valentine. My Future Lifetime Valentine... 

 By

Bogonko Jr Benjamin

 

HANDBAG GONE IN SPLIT SECOND

 

Handbag gone in split seconds

Snatch theft is becoming a serious issue nowadays. Females are usually the victims of snatch-thief so be extra cautious with whatever you are carrying. I have witnessed ladies being snatched their handbags but never have I been a victim of such incidents or thought of ever being one. Life is full of incredible events and unexpected surprises that change our moods. And sometimes they can even shock us. Loosing your valuables to a stranger is very shocking,the snatching is a moral buster. Such people should burn in hell. My critics also falls on the owner as I perceive them to be lackadaisical in handling their belongings. At times I would assume such incidents as being extrinsic reinforcements to the owner to be more vigilant all the time as a city is filled with morons who are unhappy with life hence want to extend their miserable life to those who are contented and ecstatic with life.

I vividly recall a snatch incidence which occurred one evening around Muthurwa while in traffic jam in a local bus heading home from a long tiresome day.

”Hey,mwizi,mwizi,ameiba bag yangu(Hey,a thief has stolen my handbag)”shrieked a young lady in her mid twenties. Her piercing shrill cry caught the passengers attention. There was silence suddenly around us,as we saw the guy disappearing beyond the buildings. The missus whose handbag had gone in mil-seconds was crying as if the entire world, and all of its beauty, had come to an end. I pitied her and wished I could do something like a super hero and follow that contemptibly obnoxious person , return the bag to her hence saving the day and putting a smile back on this poor lady who was laden with grief and fear but that was liberal thinking. The passengers pantomimed different emotions regarding this incident. Some were encouraging but other were giving negative critics to the lady insinuating that she was reckless with her belongings. If only she had been alert she wouldn’t be in such situation. Humanity has different ways of expressing fear by criticizing a situation forgetting they might be victims of such later on.

A missus handbag is her mini-world. She moves around with her world in her hands. Women’s handbags certainly contain an odd mixture of things. There are two categories of object :things women consider essential (phone, keys, tissues, aspirin, makeup, wallet); and the rest, all the apparently useless treasures related to memorable events, emotions and superstition. Ladies throw things they don’t need in there and then forget about them. Some men say that if you need any scrap metals just ask the lady next to you and she will give it out. Hence the bag is reassuring that its to ready to cope with any eventuality. You can imagine someone taking away your min-world,depressing and daunting,right!! Mark you,a woman's handbag is a bit like a man's car: it corresponds to the image they wish to project.

Whoever said that you never know how it hurts until you experience it yourself,said it well and so true. I can affirm this when I lost my mini world: due to snatching,then I recalled the agony of the lady who had undergone similar incident.

I was done for the day,so I headed to the bus station, boarded the bus and decided to take a nap. I normally do naps in the buses while listening to music via my smart phone. This is therapeutic to me. Hardly had the bus left the station than this dishonest,greedy man snatch my hand bag from me. He stretched out an arm,opened the window in a second and grabbed hold of my handbag very tightly such that I could not armor it with my arms. split second, I saw his face - cruel, glaring eyes and menacing expression. My heart skipped a bit and the incidence hit me in my solar plexus as I watched helplessly the jerk of a man who has taken my mini-world from me disappearing beyond the buildings. I felt alone in this vast world.

A great pain welled up in me, I wept silently after the passenger stopped giving me their condolences as if I had lost an arm or an eye. I hated this soothing as I deeply know it was my lose not theirs and to them they really don’t care only pretense but I accepted their words with broad smile and reassured them am okay. Meanwhile some good citizen outside the bus tried to pursue the thief but he was never apprehended and I doubt I will ever see him again. However, I will never forget the menacing look he had given me.

This got me to thinking, I have lost lots of things. Most of my valuable , important document and identification. I cursed the worthless man,I hoped that he will never have peace and joy ever as he had inflicted pain in me. I accepted that the crowd ruling that criminals should be eliminated as they inflict pain to humanity who work day in day out so that they can flourish their mini-world. They are incurable optimist as they want to get results and wealth first by annihilating other peoples freedom. We are living in a world of peace and war:in war our handbags gone,wallets gone,even at times our wigs gone rendering one bald. This is not something to smile about. My understanding of freedom is doing what one loves be it stealing,so long as you don’t interfere with freedom of others. The archenemy of freedom is fear and this is what was left of me.




By
 Esther Wavinya