When two leaders smile.

Two leaders smile. Crowds applaud. Followers laugh. The ones detesting their ruling not kept in mind at this time. As these two leaders curve their faces, alot goes in their minds, despite their political responsibilities but also the position their fathers would be proud of. They lived to live the role. In their hope to be the exact replica of the latter, they strive in hope, do all the best, so the common mwananchi gets the satisfaction they always needed. Under the same umbrella, is the same opposition that existed before. Politics then and now has a hair strand difference. Maybe the rise of social media platforms, people opening eyes to civic education and such.

The small country has changed alot, much atrocities at hand, but hope is seen when two leaders bind. When two leaders eyes glitter in peace, we are obliged to follow. I mean leaders not bosses we got here. Those who would walk in streets and also try to wash away the most permanent of problems. A vote not wasted one would think. The straight link they have created between the people and their leadership is very efficient for their governance. The direct assistance from their own pockets, open hearted they ought to be.

The addressed problems plus devolution has entirely boosted our state, accountability of funds open and questionable sources intact. Many suspended without fear or favour. Many lost their seats and others who survived are on the look. "Tuko macho" is all they should know. The war on corruption by our very own "deputy president". The pangs of a bad leader hit the nation down. Alot goes on taxes yet few work to ensure taxpayers money never goes to waste, while others, the mad men actually advocate for taxpayers loss.

Leaders become great, not because of their power but because of their ability to empower others. Am on the scale. Am on the take. If am to stand for leadership, I will, good examples I will emulate and good practices all underway. The smile the leaders smile, should be transpiring to all. We all cant be contented but atleast there is a difference. Its never about the role. Its always about the goal.

The never ending storge

The King. The Lion. The greatest hero. He is wonderfully made, the kind that all and sundry wish for. I got that, am lucky arent I? The many things he has done all the times, he really cares. The kind acts, the presence, the love and the everlasting support he gives me cannot be explained. I would, maybe describe with the finest words from Oxford Advanced Dictionary, but words will never be enough.

As helpless as I was, in the early days of the past twenty years, he held me high, boasted around for the baby girl, his pride, showered all good gifts and a great name of his own, his mother. It indeed takes a special person to be a dad, all can be fathers! Even though I may not say I appreciate all that he does,richly blessed is how I feel having a father just like him. He means the world to me, only a heart as dear as his, will give so unselfishly. The father I got, is an angel admist fathers, heaven sent.

His storge is pure and true, I pray that God always blesses the things he does. I understand his ways, am obliged to follow. Obedience is what I pay, though I find it very hollow. I got to pay him something solid, but I dont think it may pay all he has done. He likes it when we all study, a bright future he wants for us. I can see it in his eyes when I pass, the energy can be felt of his pride. I will never get tired of making my dad proud. His support never goes to waste, he stands tall when we do something great. A slight service to the community as the society is family. I get him very well. His generosity is another, open hearted and kind and I guess thats where his famosity came from.

He doesnt own palaces nor does he own fleets, but it takes a kind heart to give, not wealth. Kindness is the new intelligence he says. And yeah, very true. I learn alot from him. The morals he was taught never went to waste. Time after time, and here we are!

The thunderous voice you hear when you do wrong, following the leather belt. Its painful if am to say, but if it costs good behaviour, then let it be. He is very strict. The protection I get as a daughter is wholesome. Curfews intact and times kept. He got principles, and what he says is word! When a lion roares, all remain silent.

I cant utter a million thanks, they will never be enough, but I LOVE you so much DAD. The best gift I ever had. Praying for good health for you, all what is of good shall come to you, nothing except good for my first love, My Father.

Tribute to a friend.

Her big beateous eyes
With brightness at sight
Such passionate warmth in them
That makes instant love.

There is magic in them
That you cant resist piercing into
The wideness is so noticed
That you get lost within.

Her sweetness and beauty
Can all be potrayed
The fire in it
Consumes and finishes you to ashes.

They are just eyes
Small and move alot
So what of the whole her?
Lets go with the flow.

Her calm valour is so fine
All men wonder, "When will she be mine?"
Hope she gets her type
Though difficult to find
The emperor is waiting for the right time.

The wide smile and glittery lips
The soft touch and rosy cheeks
Uh la la!
Was she made at dawn?

Am lucky as an ally
But not as lucky as her babies
Genes on point if am to say
Pretty could be her name, but she got a better one.

Her beauty is not only in eyes and looks
Largely extends to her great personality
Open hearted and kind
If she is not a gewel, she is a gem.

They say a lady is beauty and brains
Sharp and resolute features her most
A staunch economist if am to say
She got the all. RIO.

Life got its ways, hearts got its aches.

Align yourself with people you can learn from, people who want more out of life, people who are stretching and searching and seeking some higher ground in life. Those are the people to surround yourself with, your achetes, your confidants and ever supportive companions. Achieving mindfulness during your daily activities will reveal great rewards, even in the mundane of tasks. To go through these, company gives it the all, precisely, nice company. Just a nice one. You dont need an excellent one, we all got flaws and imperfections, we are all prone to do wrong and be on the wrong but highest form of humanity gets to those who wrong and go back with some thirst to be forgiven. Those are the kind of people who achieve greatness from simplicity, who become role models from small touchy actions they do. The idols we admire.

Of the treasured days, are those spent well, spent with caution that everyone hurts as you do, all got a flesh heart as yours, none is made of stone neither are they made of metal. Their hearts beat the normal as yours beat. No one misses a systole. Yet we still find it normal to hurt others, take advantage of others and be careless of our actions yet at the immediate back of our minds, we know what we did was wrong. Of strong advantage taken that the devil pushed us. The devil did it all. I did not want things this way, all happened but not under my will. How I wish I would see the devil myself. The hunter would have been the hunted. But does he even exist? Is he literal? Or that is a gateaway to get us through our misdeeds. The most ugly of persons are ourselves. The ones full of pride, full of hatred and hurt to the others. We never consider what others may be feeling, even after much sacrifice to us. Some of who may jump oceans for us, love us, be there on all seasons for support and backup. But does it matter to us? These are the ones we hurt most. The closest ones. Relationships break, divorces happen, times change, we still remain who we are. What goes around comes around, and as it gets back to us, we actually forget what we had done to others. Then now its not the devil to be blamed, its bad luck or rather tough luck. It always sucks to be us if this is what we go through, the viscious circle will never end. Its started I guess.

Do for others what you would like others to do for you. Dont make someone feel less than human on times they need you the most. Forgive and seek to be forgiven. No one came with a manual. We all learn through mistakes, through peoples mistakes and how they can be corrected. The best of us forgives, loves, lives and keeps less of pride and more of goodwill. He will never go wrong.

Tormented, as a Kenyan.

The lecturer terminated the class in a euphoric mood. It was on a Friday late evening where we all gladly left for home from class as others quenched their throats on the so-called members day. I walked briskly to the bus stage, on my way, I  bought myself the 130 kenya shillings ugali, fish and sukuma. That was so expensive I would think yet the cheapest from the menu, gobbled it down greedily, like I had not eaten for that whole week. I got myself a matatu and sat on one of the front seats. It was as old as the matatu age. You would hear metal sound as it moved. It was not that I could not get myself into a cozy one, but the fact that the matatu conductor offered me a fifteen-shilling discount  boosted it all. That would buy me a mosquito coil and a packet of tea leaves for the next day. Off we went, with some slight taste of reggae music that kept passengers entertained and could quite forget about the status of the matatu. I enjoyed it too, why lie?

As we were close to the roadblock where the police would check for passenger excesses, insurance stickers and if the driver had a license, I heard the two (driver and the conductor) conversing in vernacular.

  "Wekelea hio pesa."
  "Niko na soo leta finje tupeane!"

So the driver gave the conductor a fifty shilling note which was to be handed over to the police. This was confusing, there was no excess, there was an empty seat infact. The drivers license lied on the dashboard and the insurance sticker was as new and as blue like it was just kept. We were still in a queue of other matatus going through the same. I found this hectic and tiresome. The most we all wanted was to get home after a very long day. Our turn came, the tipsy police came over with his torch, never bothered to inspect on what the roadblock was kept for. Took the conductor down. I didnt figure out what they tried to talk about all I heard was.."..afande asante!" As he gave him the fifty shillings note. I couldnt explain my feeling. Could be confusion, disgust or also anger. I couldnt stop myself from asking why they had to pay yet all was right and set.

"Nchi ni yao na viongozi, common mwananchi nitaumia kila siku." The desperate driver replied in a very low tone, signaling fear just in case anyone might hear him. This was just sad. This was the end of a great nation. As we were discussing on such, one illiterate, ugly old crone who has never stepped in a secular class nor does she know what goes on in her country shouted at the top of her voice.

"Amani kama hii nchini Kenya, we wouldnt ask for more, let Burundi burn themselves to ashes."

I found that irrelevant, like would you miss a thing to say. Am personally proud of Burundi citizens, doing what is patriotic for them to do. Such greedy African leaders must be rooted out of power. Our nations are nothing but dictatorial regimes dressed up in "democracy". Yes, democracy must be in quotes. It will remain desirable in Africa, moreso in Kenya for as long as dictators remain in power. Yet to her that is peace (amani). She's damned if thats what she knows. Poor her!

The common mwananchi cries alot, yet he owns the nation. Crying in your own home? Even inhuman wouldnt describe it best. Large chunks of tax are cut off from our salaries. The Pay As You Earn 30% tax cut is too much. Where does all this money go to? It has reached an extent we also got to pay in roadblocks for a simple matatu check. Am not proud. Never been, and if I get proud, all my endless problems must have been done away with. All is costly, nothing favours the poor. No aid from the government. At once I wished I was a Burundi Citizen, asmuch as they may be protesting for the presidents step down, most of their protests are about the bad governance. They wouldnt just say it, but would anyone root a good leader out?

I remember a time when I assisted a friend with her 6 months baby to one of the government hospitals in the Coast, it was critically ill. As we called on the nurses each seemed busy chatting and giggling. They said the doctor had not arrived. The worry that was on my friends face would clearly be noticed. She would repeatedly say...."If I would have been paid in time, I would have gone to a private hospital."
She was a teacher in one of the government secondary schools and had not been paid for six months in a row. The rude nurses would laugh at her each time she asked if the doctor was coming over.

"Hehehehe madam! You cant wait? We told you he'll be here. Kua mpole!" And she would slam the door.

Each time I looked at the toddler, goosebumps ran all over my body, but I tried to keep strong. It was all weak. Its lower lip shaking so fast as it wheezed, craving for air. Its temperature was very high. There was no hope! We still tried to be patient. A lady close to us offered us breakfast. We could not eat. Things were getting worse. The baby shivered continously. My heart was in my mouth. God help us! It grew cold, the shaking lip stopped and it felt slightly heavier. It was gone. Life slipped out of her mouth like it was some other thing. Sad, isnt it? The mother still calling out the babies name. That was when the nurses rushed it in. To our knowledge the doctor was in the office the whole time. This was just sad. I couldnt do anything. I felt useless. I felt weak. The feeling one gets when you lose it all. Am not Kenyan. If this is being Kenyan then I'd call myself a refugee. In my own dead country. It doesnt live in my eyes. It never did. Maybe it should have lived during the independent stage just after the whites were driven away. Those were leaders. The leaders we see in books. Its like they never existed in real life.

The government has failed us, they all have. None has been of good. Loans are incurred from outside, we get grants and the taxpayers money. Where does all this go to? To fill up bellies while we cry in agony over no water, we always in  blackout, poor health facilities, the free education which is not free at all if even one pays for exam fee. The list is endless. The budget is read yet a very unrealistic kind of budget. Large chunks of money allocated to small projects which are also unfulfilled.

The anguish I get as a Kenyan cannot be explained. I feel it even from the one shilling value added tax I pay from the shop. Sovereignty lies on the people, but we have lost it, indeed we have. If there is a messiah that will save us from all this, may he come! This hopeless state needs him the most. Dictators dont have to be Hitler, assess our leaders, worse than Hitler can be seen in them. They just hold and play the humble card. Sycophants shout and their work is done. Gets a second term in office by force and history repeats itself. Lest we get careful and our eyes open up to the truth, we will forever be refugees in our own country.

MOMBASA

The rare city, with rare vibes and peculiar people with endless generosity, utmost openness and lovely company. Second largest city in Mother Kenya and one of the entire best in Africa. From its M landmark of ivories denoting Mombasa, It preserves heritage. The heart of Mombasa. Beside is a cool, well taken care of kind of garden where all relax on the cement benches, being kept company by the melodious birds and the fine wind, not forgeting the grand TSS mosque close to it, not only is it a place of worship but beautifies the place too. The muadhini that calls people to prayer blending it all up during the late evening prayer that dusk has started on a whole great level. Top of it all, the beautiful sunset as viewed from one of the most tallest buildings around. So beautiful. The tall buildings that give it a city look,very well arranged, world class type of architects we got here. The clean tarmacked roads, well priced supermarkets and friendly street vendors selling cashew nuts, simsim treats to both local and international tourists  giving them the Coast taste type of snacks.The cuisine is of its own kind, Mombasa food, best one would ever wish for, most in coconut paste cooked with kind love and expertise.The Post Office, though almost functionless never misses people to assist you with your posting on those rare seasons when nothing but posting a card and a gift satisfies it all. Behind is a chain of snack shops, mobile phone service shops, small scale hotels and chemists too, a business kind of place. Then I wonder, on some baseless stereotype, that people from Coast are lazy? Have you all seen this? Still on the street down to the magnificent fort, Fort Jesus which explains the pre colonial era and portugese invasion in the country. They were defeated finally by the Omani Arabs which took over the fort and conquered Mombasa with trade, lived with the people around, inter married and also brought a culture blend to those who lived around. How blessed Mombasa is. The portugese didnt just come for war, but brought good too, in terms of material benefit and other benefits such as enriching the Kiswahili language too. Such words as mvinyo in Kiswahili were borrowed from the Portugese. The cannons outside the fort look so good to the eye now that they are used as tourist attraction. From the fort, is the mighty old town, its never changed, still the same since colonial era. Some slight infrastructure here and there to give it some modern look but it still looks as splendid as it was in the old golden days. The well carved and decorated doors. The small spaces between houses and the strong knit type of neighbourhood. Only found in Mombasa, where else? Through from the old town you get to the market. Some other type of business takes place here. All working to their last sweat of the day to make their daily bread a success. Wholesale shops which sell on very great and awesome deals. Friendly shopkeepers. Further in the big market there is also a cloth market. Fair prices are found here. Most swahili shops are around the market area. With the smell of oud attracting all kind of customers in their shops. Further are the magnificent jewellery shops, people here are royals, they wear nothing but gold. Not only the normal kind of gold but well refined type of gold, for any kind of occassion, the gold here stands among all. From the market, the tuktuk ferries you off to mama ngina drive. Its not a park neither is it a forest but an open kind of relaxing place for all. As free as Mombasa is, not money oriented, anyone is free to walk in and out of the place anytime of the day. Not forgetting those who sell kachiri and madafu to quench your thirst after a long day, while watching the ship sail around the small lighthouses that guide the talented captains from the famous nautics college still in Mombasa. The ferry is another, with precision ferrying passengers to and fro the town to the south part of Mombasa, where world class hotels are a major attraction. The sandy beaches, the likes of shelly. The north part is not to be forgotten, from Bamburi all the way to the most humble correctionals around. Bombolulu famously known for its culture practise and carpentars who know it best.
Haller Park, natures best, to see what nature offers and protection of wild animals. The large forest from haller park all the way to the other forest, Butterfly Pavilion. Nature trail cant be as any better as this. Behind is the grand of grand firms in Kenya, The Bamburi Cement, in a very quiet and eco friendly environment. Lafarge ecosystems. To the North Coast, the public beach, for anyone, everyone. More from the sandy beach hotels, Whitesands, Bamburi beach and many many more, not forgetting Serena with its unique kind of sauna and my personal best Flamingo beach hotel. The diversity in the county is worth noting, different types of religion evident by religious places of worship, the big churches and crusades, the mosques, the beautiful temples and a synagogue. The tribes around, it is never based on one tribe, all are represented in Mombasa. The education level and schooling is also worth a note. All from Primary to secondary schools with spectacular results and campuses that have been on the rise in towns. On the shopping, the luxurious 21st Century City Mall and an important hanging point for friends, for a chit chat and coffee, the kids area on weekends. The mamba village, worlds most finest crocodiles and a lunar park for kids too. A priviledge being around. The annual cultural show in Mombasa is a never miss, all is show cased from cultures, cuisines, arts, competition and our heritage. Thanks to the county government. Mombasa, a county never to miss in a life's visit, all thats unique to the eye and all that pleases the heart. The fair prices, good hospitality and the serene environment that favours all.

THE BEST OF LOVE

If you arent feeling the love in what you are doing, you wouldnt create what you want. Shift gears, find a new beat and dance with it thats where the magic happens. The best love is from what we do, what we get from what we do and the appreciation that people give out of the love you spread. Never get tired in doing what is best. Thats the initial form of inspiration to the world and to yourself. Not everyone will approve or acknowledge what you do, critics are there, its upon us to take the criticisms as energy that ought to steer us forward in getting things done. Strange? that you can get through successfully with people's negativity. You are the frost to your cupcake. Every life has a purpose. We need to go off the past. Live in the present. Do not waste your time today worrying about what will happen tommorrow. Embrace your true spirit, embrace and listen to grace and you be transformed in the moment. Do not fixate on what you want but give thanks to what you have. Thats love. Love that gives you a reason to step out of bed, sing in the shower, eat like its your last meal irrespective of where its served and beautifully walk out of the house heads high on the daily mission on what you do best. It does not matter the wage you earn compared to the work you do as long as you enjoy what you do, thats the best of love. Whatever life gives you or life gets you at, do it best, a friend who is also one of the countries best toilet cleaner gets her inspiration from scrapping maggots off the corners of the washrooms, she works tirelessly like the maggots themselves, that asmuch as she tries pouring the most dangerous detergents and acids on them, they'll still find another place to breed on. They never get tired of being moved out. Someone gets inspired by maggots, the pettiest of insects do it best, this should be the eighth wonder of the world If am to say. All is well when its positive, in all you do, do it best, like you will never get a chance to do it again.  Its not promised we will live forever. The little time we have is a cruise round the daily routine, make a one time moment and have unending memories out of the peculiar smalls. Be kind, astonish the mean world with your acts of kindness. Continue to allow humour to lighten the burden of your tender heart. You will never go wrong.