Looking Back Over My Shoulder......


It’s time to pull the curtain cords over 2008…as I muse over the year that has skid past me, I relate my lessons…

I have learnt that a little love goes a long way…I have learnt that a smile, a kind word, a few flirts and winks, a compliment on a nice stripped shirt, crying with a friend over a loss, encouraging hope on things we’ve so long waited on the Lord for, getting to ride in a friend’s car, worship, coffee dates, late night movies, amateur bowling, awkward ice-skating, wee hour girl talk sleepovers, three weddings, dancing, two funerals, a tad of naughtiness, pecks and giggles!, marveling at a new born baby’s fingers and toes, bidding farewell to close colleagues and friends as they detour, a lovely sms / texts, meeting a friend 5 years lost, ...facebook pokes, sitcom ‘’Everybody hates Chris’’, a friend is pregnant, another promoted, family jokes, the Nairobi safari walk, Aflewo, 1st Friday, warm hugs, unseen chat buddies, 2 glasses of wine, midnight books, local drama’s - Tahidi High, a friend getting engaged and another, glee on meeting the lady of his dreams..Java 3 scoop ice-cream, Dorman’s cappuccinos’…Gilmore Girls…, K-Krew missions...’’So you think you can dance’’…email forwards….the list is infinite…it’s these little things that have brought me immense joy in the past year….

I have learnt that both joy and pain can co-exist peacefully in a man’s heart…that ‘a smooth road does little to promote growth’….for it’s been a year of travailing, hustling, cliff edge living, soaring prices, backaches, short nights and long tiring days, sighing, burst outs!, tears, frustration and reaching ends that never ended……many are the times that I ran, I walked, I crawled, then sat, I awoke…I ran, I walked, I crawled, was out of strength, so I sat, then awoke…I ran, I walked, I crawled,…I ran….in January…March…on to July…Sept…and now in December, I look back and I shiver at the distance I’ve covered….the horizon so far away…so much given up…so much taken in…..and who but the LORD has brought me this far.

A song hums in the distance…its Mike and the Mechanics…a well know classic…

‘’Looking back over my shoulder, I can see that look in your eyes, I never dreamed it could be over, I never wanted to say goodbye…..’’

My remix….

‘’Looking back over my shoulder, I can see the strides in my eyes, I never dreamed I’d come this faaaaar ….I so want to….. say goodbye…..’’

Merry Christmas and a Super Abundant New Year 2009!

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HisThoughts, my thoughts

Recently, I was astounded…by a comment made by a new member to a social circle we call ‘ekklesia’. In his introductory comments, he remarked how stupefied he was, by God’s great thoughts towards him.

Those words hit me like a thunderbolt!

As I made my way home, I wondered what kind of thoughts God holds about me – not in relation to the future, but those concerning me in the ‘’here and now’’, as a person….say, if He were my supervisor, and we’d sat on the 360° degree appraiser’s table with an ‘’unbiased’’ other and we began to review the last twenty something years of my life…how would that go? Or say, through the power of imagination, I was to take a stroll down a certain street, and I met up with God and His pal (maybe Michael – the arch- angel), and He stopped to introduce me to Michael, what would he say? ...save for my name….or where I come from…or what I do…beyond these…?

At what point, do you know what God thinks about you….do you agree with the notion that when things are working out well, He is overflowing with good thoughts and when days are frustrating, you the last thing on His mind? I personally don’t subscribe to these. Or is the thought that God actually thinks about you too mind-boggling to comprehend! Quite honestly, I fall in this category…I’m not too sure what God thinks about me ‘’now’’… but I hope to find out soon….so far, I have dug the following in search after His thoughts…

God says: For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, Isaiah 55:8

God says: As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts. Isaiah 55: 9

Paul wrote: For whom among men knows the thoughts of a man except the man's spirit within him? In the same way no one knows the thoughts of God except the Spirit of God. I Corinthians 2:11

The above, may make my search goose-like, but I think one man did actually figure out God’s thoughts,

David wrote: How great are your works,O LORD,how profound your thoughts! Psalms 92: 5

David wrote: How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! Psalms 139:17

David must have had audience with the spirit of God; I make haste …..

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My Pace Setter


7 years ago, i received this rendition of Psalms 23;It is my loyalty plegde!

The Lord is my Pace-Setter, I shall not rush.
He makes me stop and rest for quiet intervals,
He provides me with images of stillness, which restore my serenity.
He leads me in ways of efficiency through calmness of mind,
And His guidance is peace.

Even though I have a great many things to accomplish each day,
I will not fret, for His presence is here.
His timelessness, His all-importance will keep me in balance,
He prepares refreshment and renewal in the midst of my activitiy.
By anointing my mind with His oils of tranquility,
My cup of joyous energy overflows.

Surely harmony and effectiveness shall be the fruit of my hours,
For I shall walk in the place of my Lord, and dwell in His house forever.

~Author Unknown~

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Life is a Canvas

Some years back, I was confounded by the meaning of life. The life question, what am I here for? replayed over and again…one one hand, I felt I had accomplished much of what was expected by society – coined in there, were also my desires fulfilled…yet on the other hand, I felt, I had so much unexploited potential simmering within and a war raged between my mind and soul.

In quiet meditation, the picturesque image of a canvas painting was drawn to mind and the painting began to unwind, with varnish and colors separating…..charcoal dusting away…..wax melting away…to reveal a blank canvas….the war slowly subsided as my mind opened to the parallel of life as taught by a canvas painting.

What I learnt was that we are given a blank canvas at the beginning of our lives stretched across a 4 edged frame (aka family, belief, environment & education), as we move along the life cycle we encounter different colors of life like friendship, religion, ambitions, desires, wants, needs, aspirations, goals and the list goes on and on. We, either with little thought splash or with intent thought scribe these onto our canvases according to their importance and demarcate our boundaries with wax to prevent spillage of colors.

Then, there comes a time when we lift up our canvases to see what image we are developing (what I am I doing with my life?) and we are horror-struck! (I was!) when we cannot make out an image. No doubt, there are some nice colors (accomplishments)…a bit of charcoal here and there (the dark moments of life) and depending on how long you have lived…a few or more blank spaces on the canvas to fill. (I had a lot of blank spaces – the reason for my simmering rage – but I was young, how could my life painting be complete in just 20+ years?)

Watching a skilled abstract painter at work, you will notice that in certain areas, he will brush colours softly, while in others, he will rub charcoal abrasively over the canvas…some colours he will swash haphazardly while others, he takes a special brush and with loads of concentration, trace magnificent contours. Great precision in any painting is often required, after the base coat and before the final varnish is applied. Then, when it’s all done, the painter displays his masterpiece and from a distance, with an eye for art, you can decipher his message.

In life, this parallels our youthful to adult years. Do not be frustrated if you pick up your life painting and you cannot make out its image especially if you are young (young is not a factor of age, it’s a factor of belief, that you can be what you want to be, irrespective of age). Believe that God has a plan for your life and if you seek it, you will be amazed at how God takes into account intricate details that would easily miss your eye. Towards your twilight years, you can then pick up your life painting and with great admiration behold the sight of a life well lived!

Based on the colours I have and will continue to choose, I hope my life painting will have a caption like this at my life’s end.


Thumbs up to my chat friend ''daddy the banker''...who brought me remembrance to these thoughts.

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Human Opinions & Bitching

Today, I write on two issues that threw me into a dark tunnel for the better part of this month, this weekend saw an exit when I came across two proverbs….

1.The fear of human opinion disables; trusting in God protects you from that.

Every human being has been wired to appreciate approval. In making our every day decisions, there is always an afterthought as to whether the decisions we make will be approved by those important to us. This afterthought greatly magnifies when the decision to be made has ‘’social opinions’’ that are widely held by sections of society.

Case in scenario, ‘’ Two years ago – I seemed to have a knack of meeting ‘’eligible bachelors’’ who were wonderful men in most aspects but got disqualified on one ‘’defect’’…’’they were 1 or 2 years younger’’. I could not bear the thought of dating a younger man, and be labelled a ‘’cradle snatcher’’! Heck no! ...then the tide began to change, two of my good friends wedded younger men…and I began gathering the thoughts of different friends (female ladies and male gents) on this issue – and there was a divide but majority didn’t see the big deal in age difference as long as ‘’happiness was abound’’.

Another case, my girlfriend J, hooks up with nice guy, B…and all is bliss until B’s mother learns that J is exceedingly financially endowed – the girl drives a BMW and is about finished on her house mortgage, B’s mum panics and disapproves of their relationship because ‘’J has leverage over B, cliché - money is power, the more of the first equals more of the latter – crap!!’’. J & B break up.

Reflecting on the above two scenarios, my mind began to scrutinize ‘’social opinions’’ also read ‘’human opinions’’ and I realised what a great impediment these are in decision making yet they are so ingrained in our upbringing that going against these brings ‘’social ridicule’’ which we fear.

It is this subject that I brought before the Lord seeking counsel and He referred me to Proverbs 29:25 – ‘’it is dangerous to be concerned about what others think, trust in God and you will be safe’’.

These are words I have carved in my heart; I pray they minister to you as they did to me.

2.The poor and the oppressor have this in common— the LORD gives sight to the eyes of both.

This one perplexed me when I first read it. All through the weekend I could not decipher its meaning. It churned it over and over again but nothing!
In frustration, I threw it across the desk this morning and sought my colleagues understanding on what they think it meant – one was clueless…another danced around it and when I was just about to dismiss his mumblings, (light bulb) I got it!

For the past few months, I have been angry. Allow me to vent!

Ambition is an admirable quality – no doubt, but I have a problem when in being ‘’ambitious’’, you step on others to get to the top (it’s an old age story – never changes but always hurts.) I have closely watched a rather unsettling positioning of kingdoms lately…where in a bid to take top position, a friend has trampled on two other of my friends and now holds the flag of victory, her tool of trade - bitching (means: to talk about somebody who is not present in an unpleasant or malicious way).

The bitter part to all this, is that I got caught up between the two opposing sides, a dreadful place to be. I had hoped that the ‘’oppressed’’ would fight back but learnt later that the odds had been sealed against them as the ‘’oppressor ‘’ had perfected her game and brought in the spoils –the 1st of my ‘’oppressed’’ friends fell…..and now I worry about my second friend, will she stand? Is there any bone to her frail disposition?

It is to this that I apply the above words found in Proverbs 29:13 ‘’the poor and the oppressor have this in common— the LORD gives sight to the eyes of both’’.

This is for someone out there.

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Indecision

Indecision, Indecision, Indecision….words I love to hate.
Oxford defines indecision as not being able to make decisions quickly and effectively.
What hampers quick and effective decision making? My answer,… uncertainty on the outcome of a decision.
Lately, I've been held hostage by the need to make a decision, whose outcome is very uncertain as it lies in the unpredictable future. Clichés like ''follow your gut'', ''follow your heart'', ''ask God for a sign'', ''listen to that still silent voice'', or ''your conscience will guide you''…haven't helped much. So I sit in the mind racking sea of indecision and I HATE it!!
Far from my feelings…is it okay to be undecided?
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe would say no, he quotes '' Each indecision brings its own delays and days are lost lamenting over lost days...What you can do orthink you can do, begin it. For boldness has magic, power, and genius in it."
According to www.btinternet.com,''Indecision can be a debilitating condition that can prevent sufferers from taking a full and active part in society or the community. A sufferer from indecision can often spend whole days in the house or garden, unable to decide which shop or store to visit or frequent. A recent (or fairly) study or research of acute or intense sufferers (or victims) has highlighted, or shown, an alarming or worrying trend or tendency.
Most sufferers are drawn into indecision, or hesitancy, due to worry or an over-active thyroid gland. But, in independent articles, two leading researchers have published areas of concern for many indecisive people. Two leading medical journals, or magazines, have suggested, or propounded, the probability (or likelihood) that indecision may be the consequence of a gene (the "wavering" gene) or a virus transmitted by green or blue budgerigars or parrots. (Say what?!!!)
Scientists have been unable to agree whether this disabling or incapacitating manifestation or disease should be known as Mangoltberg's Syndrome (after its discoverer or establishing professor, Dr Herman hap Friedsheips oder Mangoltberg) or as Hesitantly Indecisive Disorder (H.I.D.) as defined or described by Sir Kumstan-Shall and his assistant, Leyton Orient, in the Psychiatric and Psychology journal, "Up the Spurs" (volumes Ia.1 and IIc.4).
A number of sufferers have found some comfort, or consolation, in sharing their experiences in a mutual help, or support group or circle. '' .
Am not too sure (read indecision) on the scientist findings on '' virus transmitted by green or blue budgerigars or parrots'' theory…but I do agree with finding comfort in sharing experiences. Solomon the wise, observed that there is safety in the counsel of advisorsmany of these though, spoil the broth.
The underlined words are heavy…I don't want them falling out of the page!

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My Mind Expressed


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Is it a fault, that I win this race?

Is it my fault,
Or my curse that I miss you so,
Or is it my fate,
Cast in iron,
Moulded in steel?

Is it that the horizons with you in sight look much more blue,
Or is it that your hue make the horizons take the cue,
And look more dull without you,
And with you more blue?

Is it that with you around the air smells more fresh
or is it that the flora gasps at your flesh,
and has more oxygen to dish,
and more for to wish?

Is it that with your very words you haunt me,
Or that your sight makes behold me,
As I struggle to become,
And endeavour to release myself from your realms,
That yonder their slave I become?

Is it my fault that your hold on me I can’t face,
Or is it that I won’t accept to face,
The consequence of losing a race,
To which I had no preface,
To help me keep up with the pace,
And you no magnanimity to self efface,
And let me win the race...

Author: Alex N. Matheri.

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My Driving Test


16.07.08 
 9pm ….Anticipation….am restless…can't confidently balance the clutch & accelerator…on hill start…sigh!
12am ….shift blanket, mutter ''why worry?"…..
17.07.08
6.30am….still dark….make my way to town
7.13am…at KNH, tout for mat 111 …Karen, ngong! Karen ngong!...can't see who he is calling though.
7.45am…at Karen Police Station, huddled next to the wall (it's cold)…am joined by a clean shaven lady…she's trembling (can't tell if it's the cold or nerves).
8.17am…Police Inspector walks in…gives a 30 minutes lecture on what he will examine..(he's kiuk… how do I know?….''I sharr not carr your name twice'', trousers don't quite make it to his ankles…displaying safari boots and white socks! – self assessment ; I've passed the tribe test J)
8.45am…..registration…am 5th on the queue…we are about 200 students being tested…all cowing to be at the end of the queue (word goes around that the examiners are very strict with the first 20 students, after these, boredom sets in…and they begin to lax… 56 would be a good number)
8.52am…mad rush round the building…incase my name is called ….reason… ''I sharr not carr your name twice''.
10.5 seconds later….nose on the door, wait… wait…wait…wait some more….still waiting….can't remember the 5 road signs…smile at the guy next to me…''please remind me what the 5 signs are''…this guy has a formula for them (waaa!)….
9.04 am …my ears alert, with only two syllables of my first name out of the inspector's mouth…I shout 'yes!'….he commands…''get in!''… Adrenalin rush, my hands and legs begin some rhythm…surely; this is not the time or place! I issue a harsh warning for both to behave! Inspector points to 5 roads signs on a chart each followed with…''hii ni nini?!... Na hii?!... Na hii?! (what is this?!..., and this?! …and this?!..)…he then picks a toy car, tells me, drive round the roundabout and park behind another vehicle (the model table – you know the drift eh) ….I drive and return to my original start point…he snorts…enda tena! (repeat!) ….i call on heaven for help…(please God…..) i embark again, and finally park behind the other vehicle! Then he says…sawa (ok)…GO!
9.12am…I push my way out, collide with a gentleman…who has been ordered to return to the driving school for another week…his error…he lifted the toy car off the model table road…''the Inspector had warned us of floating cars, they don't exist!''...he is so humiliated…sad L. With a girlish leap…am out…I breathe out…say two hallelujah's and take the bench to wait for my road test.
9.30am….meet Carol - a nurse and Stella – a recent graduate who's job hunting….we make small talk…
10am…. Exchange driving tactics…..driving experiences….review our corrupt driving instructors who constantly asked us for chai (bribes)….
10.30am….more talk….
11.30am….still waiting for the road test…the sun peeps out …am glad…my numb toes could use some warmth…
12.00noon….my back begins to hurt…3 hours on my feet…the sun is getting hotter…
12.30pm….Carol is funny (she talks with her eyes and mouth – amazing coordination)….Stella is…..proper….without them, I'd probably have fainted from boredom.
12.45pm….Inspector is finally out (3.45 hrs later! Such inefficiency!)… He bundles 4 of us into a station wagon and drives off. I pray again…(Lord….you know my ways…my thoughts are not hidden from you..NO HILL START...PLEASE...please…please). We make a turn and right there…to my disbelief…A HILL! A STEEP ONE …. (gosh Lord – didn't my prayer make it on time?)
1.03pm….no. 4 (we were referred by numbers)…..the lady takes the steering wheel, 1st start, vehicle jerks, 2nd start, vehicle jerks…3rd start, vehicle jerks…''you have failed!!! '' yells the inspector, ''get out and go back to driving school!!!''….'' no. 5 get in!"" (that's me)
1.13pm…I decide,..I will not be shaken! What can man do to me?. I take the steering wheel…pray again…and attempt to start the vehicle (scenario: am at the edge of a steep hill, there is a vehicle 20 meters in front of me, am supposed to hill start, overtake the vehicle, and park the vehicle just before the brow of the hill - am thinking all things are possible if Jesus takes the car now!).
1.14pm…vehicle starts (phew)…. I engage the gear, lower the handbrake…and the vehicle moves backward….Inspector screams…''Madam! Madam! I said forward not backward, STEP!!! On the accelerator!''...now how I released the clutch, stepped on the accelerator and overtook and sharply braked at the brow of the hill – is all an out of earth experience for me…I would best describe it as a trance.
1.18pm – I am ordered out of the vehicle…with a pass.
1.20pm…Can't quite believe I moved the vehicle…I ask no. 6 (Sanjit)…''I have passed right?''…he smiles and dispels my worst fear… (I would not be returning to driving school!).
1.21pm – 1.24pm….3 minutes brain re-organization……
1.25pm…Jubilation…I've passed! I've passed!
I've passed…! J.
2.30pm….thirsty…walk to the police canteen to buy a soda…I meet a couple of uniformed policemen playing pool, cards and watching TV (When I grow up, I want to be a police officer!)
3.30pm….finally get interim driving license.
Three thoughts;
  1. When God is all you have, He is all you need.
  2. For all its worth, the Kenyan driving test is too hyped up…do not fear!
  3. Always ask for a second chance if you go wrong the 1st time.

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Counting down the hours to my driving test



So I made goals for this year...…one being, I will learn to drive….6 months down the line, not yet…so when safaricom refund cheques set in, I think why not pay for driving lessons.
Fast forward, 13 ''interesting'' driving lessons later, I face my driving test tomorrow amid terrifying stories of how a frustrating experience it can be if I fall in the hands of a strict examiner. Tense and all – I really need a PASS.
If you've been there…you know the feeling.

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A Tribute to Mama Shiru


The value of a man or woman resides in what he or she gives, not in what they are capable of receiving. 

This is a tribute to my aunt, mama shiru, who breathed her last yesterday.
It is said that a picture can have as many as a thousand words…..the reason I value the power of observation as a learning tool. 

As I sat silently in my house last evening trying to comprehend death, my mind was drawn to the last moments I spent with my aunt. Two specific memories stood out, one – a Saturday afternoon, we'd gathered as a family to raise funds for her medical bill, towards the end of the function, a car pulled in, and to my amazement, there was my aunt coming to thank the family for coming out to support her. I thought, how could they allow her to come in her state!

My aunt had battled cancer for a while and it had taken a toll on her otherwise plus size body type to a size 8 – she still holds the trophy for the best round cheeks I have ever seen on anyone! With sheer resilience, she stepped out of the car, adjusted her clutches and began to walk slowly and painfully towards the dais. She was in so much pain that tears streamed down her face with each step. More than once, she stopped to catch her breath, throw a glance and smile.

Have you ever beheld a painful smile amidst tears? – now that's a picture worth more than a thousand words! The eyes, the worn out skin from chemo, the dry mouth, the moisture from the tears, the teeth, the popped veins all have a story to tell – a story of resilience, a story of pain, a story of acceptance, a story of determination…a story of hope…a story of gratitude…a story of family…a story of love, most importantly – a story of humility. One glance at her face taught me inexpressible lessons….I reminisce the hearty hug she gave me, she was so grateful that I'd found time to come.

The second is a much pleasant one, again, as a family we'd gathered to celebrate my sister's graduation. Mama Shiru was robust, had gained a bit of weight and was looking fabulous…as usual; I got a hearty hug with a firmer grip that told me her worst days were now behind her. I watched her for a while, she spoke in a humble soft voice, at the back of her mind savouring life, family, love, accomplishment. There was a distant expensive look in her eyes; how I'd have loved to pick the wealth of her thoughts at that moment.
Yesterday, she unexpectedly slipped away from us but not before she left me a wealth of wisdom by just taking two glances at her face. 

Observe….Learn….Live…..

Rest in Peace Mama Shiru.

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Let God Surprise You

To mind comes a sermon i heard a while back. Its the kind of sermon that engraves at the back of your mind and you never quite forget it for its a block of truth.

3 POINTERS;

1. Let God surprise you with WHAT HE CAN DO

2. Let God surprise you with WHOM HE CAN USE

3. Let God surprise you with HOW AND WHEN HE CAN DO IT.

Every good and perfect gift comes from the Father above.

God blessings often do come when you least expect them - and we all love surprises so look out!

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Encouragement for the Desert


Psalm 63
A psalm of David. When he was in the Desert of Judah.
 1 O God, you are my God,
       earnestly I seek you;
       my soul thirsts for you,
       my body longs for you,
       in a dry and weary land
       where there is no water.

 2 I have seen you in the sanctuary
       and beheld your power and your glory.

 3 Because your love is better than life,
       my lips will glorify you.

 4 I will praise you as long as I live,
       and in your name I will lift up my hands.

 5 My soul will be satisfied as with the richest of foods;
       with singing lips my mouth will praise you.

 6 On my bed I remember you;
       I think of you through the watches of the night.

 7 Because you are my help,
       I sing in the shadow of your wings.

 8 My soul clings to you;
       your right hand upholds me.

 9 They who seek my life will be destroyed;
       they will go down to the depths of the earth.

 10 They will be given over to the sword
       and become food for jackals.

 11 But the king will rejoice in God;
       all who swear by God's name will praise him,
       while the mouths of liars will be silenced

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Psalms 42: 8


By day the LORD directs his love, at night his song is with me, a prayer to the God of my life.

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The Dust Patch.

This morning as I alighted from the bus and began to walk towards my work place, a lady called out to my attention a patch of dust on my trousers. I had unknowingly sat on a seat that had dirt and was now walking with a circle of brown and would have continued so but for her kind gesture.
So, I quickly ran my hands over my trousers to brush the dust away and continued on my way....less than 50 meters away, another lady passing by, mentioned that either my trousers were burnt, ha! ha! or had caught some dust somewhere. I now stopped, turned to my back side and right there was a circle of red dust. I brushed most of it away, and decided to do a more thorough cleanup at the office bathroom.
At that moment, I just thought to myself that in life, once in a while, we walk with circles of brown, a dust patch in areas where only those ''behind'' us can see. These who walk behind us are our family members, our friends, our religious leaders, our teachers, and sometimes even people we do not know. Drawn by their love and concern for us, or by kindness, they point out areas in our lives that are not proper in a bid that we would clean up our act.
My encouragement is this; ''when someone points out an area in your life that needs cleaning up...especially those areas that are not very visible in your sight;
Stop.....Listen.....Look.
Brush out what you can see - apologize, repent, replace, forgive. Do all you can to return to the place of cleanliness.
For what you cannot see, visit the bathroom - this being a place where you can examine the area pointed out, a private place where you can determine how the dust got on you and can clean it out wholly.
Cleanliness is next to Godliness. Rid your life of dust.

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FOG

Today, at the same round-about, I was greeted by another phenomenon sight, a golden yellow ball in the sky...the sun playfully hiding behind the moon...( I must buy a camera phone for moments like this!!!)
 Then...EUREKA! my eyes were enlightened to the parallel of this in life.
More often than not, there are days we wake up with fogged minds, fogged feelings, fogged desires such that we can't see beyond our noses and its all so frustrating.
At such times, remember this;
Slow down ( adjust your pace to your ability to see through your fogged mind, feelings, desires etc)
Fog always passes away ( this is nature's law - it will pass)
Clear skies will always re-appear (Clear thoughts, feelings, judgements will return)
Look out for the golden ball ( seek understanding, seek the eureka moment! when life parallels nature.)
God bless.

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Shalom Kenya!

This year has begun on a very sad note for Kenya…and we have all been affected in one way or another by the violence that rocked the country. To all these things, I say…

1. GOD is in CONTROL,

2. God saw, God sees, God knows.

3. God has good plans for Kenya.

4. Vengeance belongs to God, HE will repay!


Peace! Shalom!

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