Through the Bible

#Fear women

The bible is a very interesting book and I love reading it. Of late my focus has been the women in the bible and the more I look into them, the more I understand why men should add 47 minutes to the 3 hours they take daily to fear women.
If you keep it here, we shall go on a journey through biblical history and be amazed and terrified by this other gender.
Allow me take my 3hrs 47min starting now.

let’s get going

THROUGH THE BIBLE

#1.EVE

It would be an injustice not to start at the beginning. In order to fear this other gender, it’s paramount to find where the initial crack was, no pun intended.
See, while everyone knows what she did to sin and to cause Adam to sin, very few people ask why she ate the fruit. Gen 3:6 tells us, ” The woman was convinced. The fruit looked so fresh and delicious, and it would make her know everything. So she ate some of the fruit. She also gave some to her husband, who was with her. Then he ate it, too.”

Do you see the description of the fruit? Brothers, the first woman wanted the fine fine things in that garden. Do you think that her offsprings have changed?. Brothers, a leopard doesn’t change it’s spots. If you don’t keep refreshing yourself, your ideas, vision and make yourself delicious, she will listen to a serpent and it will show her something “better”. The less said here, the better.

Second, it was all about HER, Adam would follow suit in time. I guess she, like all women eventually do, had discovered that her husband was mentally slow. That her man, like all men, had fallen in a routine and was not as ambitious as her.
How many women do you know who feel they are tied to a tortoise, to men who seem to be holding them back from soaring beyond the clouds? I know quite a number who would trade their handbrake husband’s for greener pastures even if the pastures are an illusion. Some already have.

Now, here is the where you add 47 minutes. Once she knew she had sinned and Adam hadn’t yet, she decided she wasn’t going down alone. Feel free to paint your picture of how she convinced Adam to eat that fruit.
Me, I believe Adam was threatened that he won’t eat her Canaan ever if he refused to eat that fruit. Like Moses, he would see it, lie next to it, watch it drip with milk and honey but will not enter. Now add the moods, silent treatment, nyimbo za kukejeli as she washed plates or the kiwaru Adam would fill as she chatted with the serpent or as she watched animals mate, touched herself and updated her status with that picture. You think am crazy? Remember she had eaten the fruit and she knew everything. Adam was the mandazi here.

I can’t blame Adam. If you weigh a lifetime of dryspell in the midst of plenty Vs a threat of death, a concept totally alien to any living creature then, you will choose Canaan. And with that, Adam fell. The rest is history.

Truth is, this other gender, be it family, friends, lovers or enemies will very rarely go down alone. They are not wired like that and are endowed with resources like tears, flesh and suitabilities that attract you to go down with them. It’s genetics.

Sorry

I promised to keep writing but life happened, the wrong kind of happening. i didn’t write again and am sorry. WILL BE BACK,I PROMISE

Bad absence

Hello guys,

It’s been almost forever since I told you of stories, events, happenings and shit in my life, head and interactions!!

Lots has happened, including growing up!! I have also been reading a lot of other people’s work and it’s amazing what is out there. From Bikozulu to Magunga to nyanchwani to crazy priest to Ndugu Abisai to Makagutu and Miss Vdiaries and the list goes on. You truly meet without meeting other worlds.

I promise that am back and will tell you everything that took, is taking and may take place from the perspective of a 30+ year old Kenyan.

Come let’s explore the good, the bad and the crazy of Africa together.

Safety belts off please!!

In the eye of the storm

Being Monday and the start of the week, I find it appropriate to speak about the place of faith in my journey with illness and as well as conclude this story.

Faith is defined as complete trust in something or someone. Religiously, faith is deep conviction and trust in God with or without proof. Its trusting that someone has your back even when its the back thats receiving the biggest beating. People in trouble like debt, sickness, deaths, danger tend to exhibit more faith than the other guys enjoying some good sunshine.

You need not look further than our tens of religious t.v stations especially when its miracle time! Unfortunately, when things get really bad, people become desperate and therein lies the danger of manipulation, cult worship and broken hopes.

Death took our Christmas tree and more

Its been 11 years since a Christmas tree lit up our home and they have been long. Its not that Christmas stopped showing up or that we changed religion, its because my brother died. See,we knew Jesus’ birthday was truly upon us when he would come from the shamba,sweaty and holding a huge cypress branch and a bucket of soil, my sister and i would run to fetch the Christmas lights and would sit to watch as he worked magic. Within no time, our small house would light up and cheer would spread like Ebola.

He loved nature and the outdoors and planted more trees in our farm than the rest of us combined.

Then on 8th Dec, his light and smile and generosity and kindness was snatched away like a phone on Jogoo road. Just like that, he was gone, forever. And with that our christmas tree (and spirit).

In a strange twist, a fruit tree grew right next to his grave, a passion fruit tree and it has given us fruits in its season without fail. He continues to give even beyond the grave.

So this christmas, i will walk to the tree, enjoy its shade and eat its fruit and mourn the death of a man and a season.

 

Our sheep are mourning and teaching too.

Today, one of our sheep, a young first time mother lost her two day old baby. The lamb was a bundle of restlessness and kept the mother on her legs as she attempted to keep up with the wild jumps and the erratic suckling of her newborn. You could hear the sheepy pride in her voice as she bleated when feeding her baby.

I was alerted to where the lifeless body lay by her unending bleating. She stood together with her mother, the lamb’s grandma and her two sisters as they stared at the carcass and the sadness on their faces was almost palpable. The Lamb’s uncle stood at a distance, probably mourning silently as most men do.

Resistance Coming Home

In a few hours, Nasarites will treat us to what media friendly to them is calling ‘Grand Homecoming’. To the rest of us, this will, as usual, be comical irony on wheels (and steroids). This is how:

#KijabeChronicles: Last mile

Yesterday, the gods of the morning chill were in a huddled in a meeting with their queues and lethargy counterparts. They struck a deal, the chill gods withhold freezing kijabe mortals while the queue guys open the floodgates and make the medics lazy.

Swinging Both Ways (Final part)

Its been roughly forty eight hours since I published Swinging Both Ways- with a Ring. Surprisingly on this platform, the reaction has been lukewarm but my inbox has been flooded with mixed messages (and emotions). From those that are outrightly pissed by Kim for being a double faced and selfish pervert who is bound to subject mama Ty to untold pain and misery to those that see it as Kims cross to carry to his death- they say that hornbill’s pain is hornbill’s pain,

Swinging Both Ways-With a ring

For the first time, he pushes away the bottle and stares at me dead in the eye, “its more complicated than all those scenarios in that calabash of yours. Am seeing someone else…a man!!! He leant back.