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Oh!! my! What a day..?

Today was just special 🙂 , one of those days that things go amazingly wrong. First you wake up to some ice masterpiece blog! Oh Wat a day (4)cold water in the bathroom, then as you dance to reduce the cold effect you fall on the tiled floor in your birthday suit and so you have to go through the ice cold water again…you go to your bedroom and just when you want to iron your clothes, the lights go off…puff#; Your phone and the torch are both changeless but you find a microscopic candle that you light so carefully but the wind doesn’t let it lighten your world in peace.

masterpiece blog! Oh Wat a day (1)Nevertheless you take breakfast and wear your less-crissed clothes, you get out of the house and hurry to the stage knocking all the stones and your saddles cut just when your next to the stage….aaaah! I’lll have them made when I reach my destination….so you board the car and halfway the journey the tout asks for fare and you realise you forgot your wallet…aaah!. “Can I ‘lipa na m-pesa’, I have forgotten my wallet?” after some insults being hurled your way you send the tout money on his phone, you get to your destination and as you pull your cut saddle your dress gets stuck with one of the matatu seats and ooops! It’s all torn…haaa. its not so torn I can’t go home because I’ll be late for my exams you think.

You hurry to the mpesa agent and just when you want to remove some money for your bus fare to your final 209-274-shoe-cobbler-peru-pucallpa-001destination your phone goes off, the battery is dead! “how much is charging?” you get your phone charged and get your bus-fare from Mpesa, you rush to the cobbler And he makes your saddles, and as he is wiping them for you a motorcycle comes speeding and knocks the water he was using and it pours on your torn white dress. Now you look like ‘quail eggs’ with all those spots, but you comfort yourself, it will look like a pattern when its dry.

masterpiece blog! Oh Wat a day (7)You rush to the matatu and sit next to this guy reading a ‘encyclopidic’ novel, he’s so plumb that you can hardly fit on the seat, the matatu is all stinky and full of mosquitoes, “helow” he says in his voice that resembles that of a bulldog” obviously your not in the mood of greetings and so you don’t answer back, only for him to say “It’s not that am interested in you sister I just wanted to tell you that you have toothpaste all over your mouth” embarrassed you take out your pocket mirror and find out that he could never be more right, how did you walk to all those places and nobody told you? your pissed off and clean upmasterpiece blog! Oh Wat a day your face roughly.

There is so much jam and its just a few minutes to your exam time, so you get off the bus and take a motorcycle to school, you’ve always had a phobia for motorcycles but today you don’t even remember that, you get to school and as your getting off the motorcycle you feel some pain on your leg and you find such a big burn, it happens you sat badly and the motorcycle burnt you.

You limb to the supposedly exam room only to find its empty, what is wrong? Is masterpiece blog! Oh Wat a day (3)the exam over you ask yourself as you check the time,no it cant be,luckily you see a poster sticked on the board indicating the change of venue, oooh! You limp to the venue only to be asked for the exam card and as it was in the wallet you realised you left it also, you try to explain but the lecturer wont hear any of it ,he looks at your dirty dress in disgust and walks away. You limp to the examiner in tears and he lets you take the exam. oooh! It’s so hard, all the topics you had ‘lengad’ are there, you are blank and you fill the exam paper with all the crap you know.

masterpiece blog! Oh Wat a day (5)You decide to have lunch before you go home; and you rush to mama Kiokos kiosk and eat chafua (mandazi and beans soup) then rush to the bus only to get a call from some strange numbers, oops! It’s the tout you mpesa’d in the morning, he saved your numbers and now he is disturbing you with flat pick-up lines and old flatters.
You pay the mat and suddenly doze off and the next time you wake up your in Thika and you should have alighted at githurai! You ask for change and the tout claims he gave you, you are too tired to argue and so masterpiece blog! Oh Wat a day (8)you alight and the first person you see is your creditor, you have been assuming her calls and she wants her money now! You give her all your money and your left with no fare.

Don’t even ask how the day ended!!

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Posted by on February 27, 2014 in Life Experience, Stories

 

“Wait” by Russell Kelfer

“Wait” by Russell Kelfer

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried; Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied. I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate . . . And the Master so gently said, “Wait.”

“Wait? you say wait?” my indignant reply. “Lord, I need answers, I need to know why! Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard? By faith I have asked, and I’m claiming your Word.

“My future and all to which I relate Hangs in the balance, and you tell me to wait? I’m needing a ‘yes’, a go-ahead sign, Or even a ‘no’ to which I can resign.

“You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe, We need but to ask, and we shall receive. And Lord I’ve been asking, and this is my cry: I’m weary of asking! I need a reply.”

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate, As my Master replied again, “Wait.” So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut, And grumbled to God, “So, I’m waiting for what?”

He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes met with mine . . . and He tenderly said, “I could give you a sign. I could shake the heavens and darken the sun. I could raise the dead and cause mountains to run.

“I could give all you seek and pleased you would be. You’d have what you want, but you wouldn’t know Me. You’d not know the depth of my love for each saint. You’d not know the power that I give to the faint.

“You’d not learn to see through clouds of despair; You’d not learn to trust just by knowing I’m there. You’d not know the joy of resting in Me When darkness and silence are all you can see.

“You’d never experience the fullness of love When the peace of My spirit descends like a dove. You would know that I give, and I save, for a start, But you’d not know the depth of the beat of My heart.

“The glow of my comfort late into the night, The faith that I give when you walk without sight. The depth that’s beyond getting just what you ask From an infinite God who makes what you have last.

“You’d never know, should your pain quickly flee, What it means that My grace is sufficient for thee. Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true, But, oh, the loss, if you missed what I’m doing in you.

“So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see That the greatest of gifts is to truly know me. And though oft My answers seem terribly late, My most precious answer of all is still . .Wait

 
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Posted by on February 26, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

Kenyans!!!? ……..so gullible.

kenyan-flagKenyans are so gullible, Hey!!…am a Kenyan so no offence. I have my reasons for images (5)saying this so read on before you dismiss my tangible argument. I really liked the Safaricom bit of putting free wi-fi in at-least one car per route but now all cars are plastered the free Wi-fi sticker, and oooh hospitals and hotels too ,and the gullible Kenyans we are get so attracted to that and don’t think twice before we land in those cars, hotels and hospitals only to realise that we’ve been ‘naswad’ (if am allowed to conjugate my own words).

02-13-11 Cake 04But that aint my main point…oooh! listen to this “miracle quails” I knew this wild birds way back when I was a kid, nineteen years later I get to hear that its a miracle bird, that its eggs can heal even the worst diseases,ooh did I mention the eggs we were hitting each other with nineteen years ago are now sold at 70 shillings yet they are almost microscopic…so Kenyans being opportunistic andQuail-3-end-of-week-3 gullible decided to flood the market because they all kept the miraculous birds. Some few weeks after a doc says that whatever is being talked about quail eggs is so far from the truth and the prices suddenly reduce from sh.70 to sh.20….mmm!! now that’s affordable and I might just consider tasting one as it can now fit in my budget.

Thanks to the gullible kenyans…hehe

 
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Posted by on February 18, 2014 in Life Experience

 

Who is she?

????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Am sitted in this sparkling clean hospital, normally I hate hospitals but I think I lovenhs_nurse_walking_g_k_SML-001 this one not for any specific reason…ooh it doesn’t smell ‘hospitalish’ instead it has oceanic fragrance ,I bet they use ‘airwick’ or maybe its because the doctors and attendants are quite young and with appealing smiles…or maybe its the cool gospel music playing or is it the technology there using…”ooh place your index figure here “a little harder…hehe. So she came in walking ‘sooo’ gracefully, head lifted high and hips swaying in accordance to the music playing, ‘who is shake-6dthis?? ‘I wondered…all eyes were on her and noticing the attention the beauty uttered a word of good morning to all the starers her voice was soft and oozed out so softly like honey..she did not look like a doctor to me and with her confident and appealing look she was not a patient, I think her beauty would actually scare diseases off…hehe…

‘I wish you knew who she was!!

 
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Posted by on February 18, 2014 in Life Experience, Stories

 

Carlos is still in diapers…

He had been a bed-wetter for the last 14 years but he managed to stay dry for three years, he was now 17 bully-001years. Well, it wasn’t easy for him when he was a bed-wetter, he would dread going to bed since he knew the results in the morning,to him joy dint come in the morning but a wet bed did. He had to use a macintosh to avoid the embarrassment of having to take his mattress out to dry. Being a form 2 bully, he wanted no one to know of his bed-wetting status as he would lose the fame that he had worked so hard for, he was the best athlete and actor in school and if you think he was a dummy in class, well you are so wrong, he was not ,at least he was position 34 out of 35 (and position 35 never did the exam), so literally he was ‘not’ a dummy he was the dummiest.

It was holiday and her single mum was out of the country so he had to stay with her boring aunty Aunty Shik’ was one annoying lass, he did not let him watch T.V or play football,to her, holiday meant revising all you didn’t understand during the term and of course working (milking,washing utensils etc.) images (2)He did not like it, he was used to a fun holiday where he would play with his naughty friends and steal mangoes from there neighbours farms, his name was Carlos…l’d hate to say Carlos was naughty because I think l’d try the same thing he did or rather I found what he did funny rather than disrespectful..’C’mon stop judging my discipline before you even get to know what he did’…so what did Carlos do?

He decided to get even with her one night,in the best way he knew… He woke up at 2 and went to the kitchen,got a bowl of warm water “I’ll make her wet the bed” he thought as he smiled devilishly..He walked up to clip-art-illustration-of-an-african-american-boy-holding-a-bowl-of-soup-by-pams-clipart-338her room, and slowly opened the wooden door carefully not to make any sound and he walked over to her bed. Just as he was going to put her hand in the bowl, Tarzan, the cat jumped up on to her bed. She woke up.

“Tarzan!” she said “what are you doing in here?” Carlos panicked and headed for the door.’Not so fast Carlos!” aunt Shik’ said after turning on the lamp by the bed.
“Carlos! what are you doing in here?” she said. Carlos put the bowl behind him as he turned around.
“I….. I….. I was…..umm,” he tried to think of a reason he was in her room.
“Oh, I see, it is okay, Carlos, you don’t need to explain,” she said.
“What?” he asked.
“I see you had an accident,” she said. I did? he thought. He looked down. The front of his pajamas were soaked. In the rush to get out of her room he had dropped water all over his pajamas bottoms.frustrated
“Ya,” he said. “I aaaaaa, wet the bed.”
he didn’t want to get caught. If she knew what he was really doing he would be dead meat.
“Here, let me help you,” aunty shik said as she got out of bed.
“NO, I can handle it,” Carlos said as he backed out of her room and walked quickly to his room. When he got to his room he was still holding the bowl. He dumped the rest of the water on his bed, and put the bowl under his untidy bed. Just as he finished
aunty shik’ walked in.
“See, I just had an accident, no big deal. I have them every once in awhile.”He tried to play it off as if he had really wet the bed…(hehe!! good actor ryt?)
“It is ok,” she said.

As he held his hand and led him to the loo “From now on you will have potty time every night. You will sit there for 10 minutes and try to go pee pee,” she told him. “I will stay here to till time is up. Carlos came out.” Good, then you will have to wear something to bed until this stops, okay?” she said as she opened the box on the getty_rf_photo_of_mother_tucking_son_into_pleasant_bedcorridor that had been locked for so long. she pulled out several thick cloth diapers and about ten pairs of plastic and rubber pants.
“OH NO, I’m not going to wear those to bed. i don’t need to,” he said in protest. “I only wet ever once in awhile I told you, really, I’ll be fine.”
“OK, I’ll make you a deal”, aunt Shik told him “If you can go for a whole week and not wet then you won’t have to wear diapers to bed but for this week ’til you prove you don’t need them you will wear them, okay? But if you do wet you will stay in them ’til you can go two weeks dry, “It is a safe bet as i am not a real bed-wetter.”he thought. Beside this was still better than what would happen to him if she found out the truth.
“OK, but just one week, OK?” he said.
“Good, now lie down so I can get you ready for bed,” she told him, patting the end of the bed.
“There, now that was not so bad, was it?” she said after diapering him. She got him a short T-shirt from his drawer that barely covered the top of the diaper. She took him to the mirror on the closet and said, “from now on you will look like this at bedtime, got it?”
“But what about pants?” He asked.Potty-Chart2
“You won’t wear any and this is why.” She took his hand and took him to the kitchen. On the refrigerator she put a chart up. It was labelled “Carlos bed-wetting chart.”
“Every morning we will come here I will check your diaper, that is why you get no pants. It makes my job easier, if you are wet you get no star, if you are dry you will get a star, and if you go one week with all stars you will be out of diapers, if not, you will stay in diapers, deal?” she told him
“DEAL,” he said, and went to his room thinking “ this would be easy,” Well as you guessed it, he was dry the whole week. Finally the last night he would be in diapers came. he was diapered like anzac-golden-bed-pensionnormal and was sent to bed. He thought about how nice underwear would be to sleep in and happily drifted off to sleep. As the dawn’s early light drifted into his room he woke up and yawned.
“Finally,” he thought, “no more diapers.” he started to get up to go to the chart when he felt a weird feeling. He reached down and touched the diaper.
“No way, it can’t be.” he was wet, not wet, but soaking wet. He had wet the bed. He had to hide or something. Just then his door opened.

“So, did my little boy wet the bed or is he out of diapers?” aunt Shik’ said as she walked in.
“I…….. I…….. ummm, well I……” he mumbled.
“You didn’t wet your bed, did you, Carlos?” she said.
“I… I…” he started to cry.
FrusrtatedChild-002“I…. wwwwettt my bed,” he broke out into tears. he started to tell his aunt everything about what he had done, about how he tried to make her wet but not even that could save him from doing two more weeks on diapers ,whether it was for show or not,he had wet the bed,right?!!And if you must know Carlos is still in diapers to date (4 years later).. What goes around comes back around.. 😦

 
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Posted by on February 18, 2014 in Life Experience, Stories

 

Driving Experience….

Driving Experience….

(Having friends is one of the greatest thing, and not just friends but friends with your interest at heart, well today I have this friend of mine called Karis and he is my guest writer;- read this and post your comments below.)

Living Life is like when someone buys a new car;- one is anxious to hit the top speed. Yep! That is it…. We all have dreams and we wish they all come to reality and converge at the same time. That makes one focus and chase our ambitions hoping to hit the targets all at once… so often do we forget the basic of life – thus ignoring the road sign n speed limits in life 

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But the truth is life has its ups and downs.. That’s a fact…. You cannot maintain that high speed for ever…. You’ve got to realize it’s unsafe, uneconomical and also damages your car slowly. You also endanger other peoples life whilst driving at speedometerthese speeds. That is basically applied in real life when you try to achieve something in life while you ignore the basics rules in life of LOVE and PEACEFUL Co-existence; because at these speeds SELFISHNESS & GREED is best applied.

Wait!! Did you slide and fall into temptations – well that’s right you were driving too fast to see the road signs – because it was clearly indicated the road is slippery ahead so then you need to sought out ourselves how to get a ‘breakdown’ and try n repair your broken life… or was it that you were in some traffic jam and someone was trying to squeeze in toTraffic Jam your lane..and you did would give a line.. So you crashed n some argument arose… who is gonna pay the other? You didn’t notice Brotherly Kindness was missing, love or temperance? At this point ‘they’ driving / owning some car is expensive…. That’s TRUE..living right- (A righteous life – A life worthy of the Gospel;- ain’t that simple life!!!)

So how often do you read the road signs (Bible Verses) & understand what they mean to your-life at that particular moment?? It sounds like we all come across them but ignore them. To this biblecause we’ve made BUMPS essential in our roads yet there not necessary. Simply because you’ve ignored the ‘slow down sign’ then the bump is there to force you article-2222734-15AC5196000005DC-126slow down.

Well in life so often we find ourselves in circumstances that only if we did seek God’s will first we’d have succeed without any regret or frustrations. But the so called ‘Mistakes we’ve made in the past’ – ‘Experiences’ are what teaches us to be careful in the future… So bad that you’ve wreck your car first so as to know how to take care of it thereafter.

 
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Posted by on February 11, 2014 in Life Experience, Religious