John Maxwell.
SWIFT HANDS
Sunday, 26 June 2016
Adored leadership.
John Maxwell.
Sunday, 5 June 2016
It doesn't cost a penny.
After a tiresome week, I decided to buy a novel, a second hand novel precisely. The most famous street in Mombasa that sells such, just close to The General Post Office. Books are always perfect ways to spend my weekends, flip over the redolent pages delighted by the sweet scents and moved by the lyrical words in perfect prose by favourite authors. I walked down with the type of liveliness and vigour. My first stop was at this guy who looked so welcoming. He offered me a seat and in no while traced one. Heartbeat, by Danielle Steel. Steel is always a sweetheart, you wouldn't blink an eye till you done, then wish it would continue to infinity. And Beyond. Maybe.
I would exhaust all seating positions, take all sips and never get bored. In no time we bargained prices, hard earned money. But I guess haggling makes businesses sweeter. Am so stubborn in this, or get feminine once or twice. Lady charms and a whole 40% off. Am sure he would not want me back, or face away when he sees me. Hahaha! What mattered most is I got the book all to myself!
So I walk around. Simply buying time, the evening snarl-up is a big bore. I get to Alexander shops and roses call me. They insist I go. The sight of roses is always a therapy. Luckily it was an evening offer for the ladies. Such a kind lass I would think.
"Ma'am, just pick any three. Its a Friday for you!"
With no second thoughts, I picked two and added a third little one on my way out. I got courteous with smiles, much obliged, then off I left for home. On my way back I wouldn't stop thinking, my weekend was made already, am much elated from the inside. My day was really made, but again, as happy as I was, I would still think of what I just received from the two interactions. They were so much on getting my happiness fattening up, less on theirs. Then it perfectly dawns, I don't know there struggles, I don't understand their pain but indirectly mine was taken care of. Who doesn't know what a good book does to the reader? Or rather how roses mean to a lady, to the decor and to the mind.
Then its clear, the sacrifices people make for other's happiness cannot be defined. They could be burning inside, tearing up with demons untold but still give the best they could. For someone's happiness. For an acquaintance's joy. They would rather pinch themselves hard, but dust up and get smiles on faces. The little gesture someone shows, could show how they're really deficient of what they give. The little they got, could also be all they got, just to see you smile, to see you light up. I would remember my late close one who made sure am to the fill then she would eat. I never realised till she was gone. On realisation that such people are very rare. I learn to appreciate the small kind gesture anyone shows. A smile is also something. A hug is another. Such things heal painful wounds, hard times get smoother. Moments will then have meaning.
Without sacrifice, we would have nothing. For the perks of it all, good gets back to us some day, but that doesn't mean you lose yourself in pleasing others. How you touch and speak a soul calms, brings meaning and translates the strong passionate personalities. It doesn't cost a shilling, but it indeed pays more, and pays alot. Great achievement is usually borne of great sacrifice and is never the result of selfishness.
Saturday, 4 June 2016
Live it best.
Wednesday, 11 May 2016
I'm much more me when am with you.
Love is an eminent feeling. For sure it is. No other love, but between two souls, two limpid hearts and glistened personalities. For so long, I have heard different "love stories" but definitely not this one. Actually, the ones said, or rather posted on social media, and after a week its done. Goes missing in action then comes back with another one. The circle continues. Heartbrats style. I honestly respect that. Ujiy
Yes, am in love. I would smile and feel it from my nerves. Romeo and Juliet was just a set text. Love echoes in me, deep sounded to my eyes. At the most unexpected time and place, you just would carry on with normal life, its not the tingly feeling you get when you see a crush, its so not! I miss words to explain. But as I type this my mind is so oriented to the imperfect person I see perfectly. Days are made. Each second counts, and counts as well with the amiable soul, my 100%. I would call him Mr. 100% and its so small to get to a compliment.
Though he keeps saying he got the key to my tiny heart, I guess that's so different on my side. He got both the key and my heart to himself. How mean that surely is! Ever seen swans swim in ecstacy and sound mood? Its more of that. Then the care, if I did anything right in my life, was when I handed my heart over, to the golden hands. I'm much more me when I'm with him.
Then I love the teamwork, togetherness, the fun and motivation we get from each other. Its more than just love. More of realising dreams together, doting moments and hitting targets. I know, I know its not gonna be easy. Its gonna be really hard. We're gonna have to work at this everyday, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, just you and me everyday. How will the good things in life be without you? My heart is and always will be yours. My love. I would talk ages about this heart dweller. Like he puts stars in the sky? Its a heart's feeling. Felt in millions of ways, unexplainable. Never moved.
The king of my heart, I have fallen for his laugh which is utterly contagious. It would echo even when he's not around. I've fallen for his smile, which makes me giddy for no reason at all. I've fallen for our late night talks, when 1 am arrives far too quickly. I've fallen for our jokes, which I'll remember days later and burst into laughter. I've fallen for every second I get to spend with you, even if those seconds will always leave me wanting more.
You are my best friend, my human diary and my other half. You just mean the world to me. I love you!
Monday, 9 May 2016
Twinges of Customer Service in Mombasa.
Light to note.
My tear is not just like any other, though its hard to admit in the open, but on a fine note, I cry to soothe. I cry to warm and snug my heart, to bring radiance to myself most. It washes away the pain, it is my source of vigor. As weighty as my tear is, it carries most with it, sends away failures, flows down the raw deals and as I wipe my watery eyes, there are clear visions to what I see, my triumph, my achievements, my success.
Maybe a few would understand, but the closest hurt the most. Its never in our heads that at times someone close, who should be your source of hope and inspiration, love and affection pierces you to the deepest parts of your inner self. The world is so mean, we lose direction at some point, its never the end of the times. Through the little mistakes someone notices, brings out great men and substantial women. Not just any kind of substance, the air they would spread in the end would desire much more than mere talks. Actions and success. Nothing but success.
Patience, as the most important virtue teaches me alot. It lets me anticipate for the better, knows that there's a day things will change, life would not be the same. Where others celebrate pulling you down literally, show them that's indeed your energy. You know what you want at the end. The most successful is he who always stands alone, Like Ibsen says but, at times, you would find your strength alone and in people too. People whose talks, times, faces and moments change you big time. You walk away like this was a time lived! How surprisingly different people are. Like would you really lose anything being an inspiration to someone?
I love when I feel a sense of importance, the opinionated and subjective people never got a place in my life. My life is mine to live, to cherish and to relish my destiny. The plans ahead of me are wholesome. All aim for the stars when they want to land on the moon, I would aim for the moon so I fall on the first star at my worst. You always give yourself the highest you can achieve, no one knows you better than you. When you sum it all up in the end, you have you to blame.
Just because something is not happening for you right now, it does not mean it would not happen some other time, the power, the compassion and the solidity of your dreams should never hold you back. What always matters is what is forthcoming. The past should be left in the past, otherwise it can destroy your future. Live life for what tomorrow has to offer, not for what yesterday has taken away.