MY BIRTHDAY CHRONICLES: 23 WITH PSALM 23.

I had been looking forward to my birthday with so much joy. Apart from the fact that I was growing older,smarter, experienced and wiser, I had a hunch that it would be an experience most precious. To begin with, it had coincided with the Sabbath. Si mnajua Mimi ni kijana ya SDA.đŸ€Ș Secondly, the little-known world toilet day was to be commemorated on the very day.

That’s how bad my year and life had been Hadi siku ya Choo falls on my birthday đŸ„șđŸ„ș

All through the year I had been reciting the Shepherd’s Psalm in my mind. In this life where people are hardly sure of anything, I am sure of this:
” That “The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.

No wonder God used my friends to brighten my birthday. While I was engaged in the king’s business, many messages trickled in. Friends prayed for me, wished me well and took time to just encourage me through very nice messages.

When I knew it not, my friendly friend Paravian pulled out a surprise birthday lunch for me, in the company of the ever-reserved Tunje, the ever-young (notice his name) Newborn, the frank and transformative SK and my partner in crime, the argumentative Ouko. We took our positions in that kibandanski and partook of that sumptuous meal as we exchanged pleasantries.

And when the birthday boy realized that the conversation was taking a dangerous turn that could have him washed, the boy wittingly excused himself Na hivyo ndio alijitoa kwa ngori!

To culminate the eating spree, we converged at another friend, Gjo’s home for a routine visit. We basked in the wisdom of mr Jephtah, as we carefully consulted the plates, those real kisii plates! What a beautiful way it was, to end a birthday!

As I saw the night deepen and the clock speedily ticking to hand us over into the next day, I most sincerely thanked the Lord for the friends who had made my birthday most memorable. Fanny Crosby’s hymn, “all the way my saviour leads me” surfaced in memory. My subdued heart had no more to say than confess that Surely, ” I have been young, and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread.”

Character development served Hot at the gravesite

Attendance at a funeral does not pose any practical concerns to the deceased. In fact, the wise man of Ecclesiastes counsels that the dead know nothing! So funerals are social rituals for those who remain alive. Funerals are mostly about the involved people who are still living: the wife of the deceased, the children of the deceased and for the brothers that die wealthy, talk of mistresses-those sisters with whom men operate and relate with clandestinely. Oops! I am digressing.


This piece is about the less tangible yet notable extensions of the deceased. When kinsmen gather to mourn a departed one, they are never alone. Children of God from all corners of the earth come to stand in solidarity. The plot gets twisted if the deceased man left daughters. Beautiful. Single. Daughters. You’re now ready to understand why Adrian’s government was toppled at the graveside.



Mourners from all walks of life streamed in to pay their last respects to this gallant soldier that died in the line of duty. For Adrian, these grieving moments were overshadowed by Andiana’s infidelity-which he only came face to face with on this fateful day. He had turned up at the funeral service flanked with his inner circle friends to stand in solidarity with the lover of his life, just as common decency demands. But he left more dejected, heartbroken, devastated and with unbelievable shock.


The Vicar gave the eulogy, friends said lots of very nice things about the fallen soldier, family recounted how death had deviously snuck in and robbed them of their only bread winner, the politicians sold their unpalatable BBI(wait, was there BBI in 2016?) and then the army generals made it crystal clear to the mourners that soldiers don’t die; they only hang up their boots. The service ended and it was time to proceed to the graveside, the theatre of all the acts of this drama. The pot-bellied emcee reminded the mourners that only identified close family members and selected dignitaries were allowed at the gravesite since there was not enough room for every Tom, Dick and Harry.


Adrian’s attempts to access the gravesite were at first thwarted by the hawk eyed kiganjo products for the simple reasons: he was neither dignitary nor close family member. He, however, did not cower in some dark corner with his grief. He braved the tight security scrutiny and insisted on saying goodbye to his lover’s father, on his own terms. At the graveside, he recognized everyone apart from one man that was glued by Andiana’s side even helping her wipe tears. He was clad in some extravagant garb perhaps to communicate his upper-caste status and pole position. As the seemingly steady boyfriend, the exceptional cowboy hat, big glasses and the black peacockish three piece designer suit was supposed to say he was the King. Kurtosis is his name.


Throughout the ceremony, Adrian was distracted by curiosity about who this man was. Curiosity – and a growing anger. He felt guilty discovering his girlfriend of reasonable years was a double-crosser, on this day of all days. Using his iphone, he secretly zoomed and captured them pulling some provocative stunts and displaying their romantic gestures by laying wreaths on the grave together. He felt like he got stabbed in the gut when Andiana, shamelessly and with sheer audacity, asked him to take a few paparazzi shots of her and Kurtosis as they perambulated up and down the gravesite. He’d come expecting to be accorded the status of one of the chief mourners but left with the sad realization that he had lost his place in the pecking order. Yeah, reduced to a paparazzi.

The Grass is always greener on the other side of the fence! But WHY??

More often than not, we find ourselves snooping over fences and into windows. The lives of others fascinate us. We have a lifelong obsession with knowing what they are doing; how they do it; what we need to copy from them. What are they wearing? Where do they get that stuff? How do they look so effortlessly stylish? I feel shabby now. I wonder what that ensemble costs? Where are their kids schooling? Where do they get that kind of money? How do they achieve such an exemplary love affair? Why is their relationship devoid of drama and hullabaloo and shenanigans? I wonder what the secret is? Let me keep looking, so I can figure it out


We always think that we would be happier in a different set of circumstances. A man married to Jane always thinks he would be happier if he was married to Mary. This generally implies that we are not contended with our present conditions. We keep cribbing about our job conditions saying that it is tedious, highly demanding, my boss is not cooperative etc.; we look at some businessmen and think they are happier, they don’t have bosses, they can come and go any time; the neighbors’ wife is better-looking, she is so pretty than mine, she is more efficient, and his kids are more intelligent; in short when we compare our situations to other’s we feel repentant and so-sorry for self. Every time we juxtapose our conditions with so and so’s condition, the grass on their side of the fence proves greener. In our anxiousness we get engrossed with thoughts of a different life, perhaps a better life somewhere else.

When problems occur in our life, we are taken over by envy, believing that other people have better things, they are happier than us and this thought makes us anxious. We want everything good, and this ‘good’ is an illusion, it is persecuted by the belief that we have so little. We are taken over by greed, wanting more and more and more, feeling that what we have cannot ever be enough.

Friends, by denying the goodness of our very own lives, we believe that we have nothing good to work with! This thought reduces the capacity to work with our strengths and our opportunities. Such thoughts weaken the bonds between us and those we love. In our stupidity we pause and start comparing and contrasting our situations with those of others. This is where we lose focus, self-confidence and hope. We end up cultivating an inferiority complex.

In business this practice has been camouflaged with respectable names: benchmarking , and market intelligence. We pay for this stuff. We hire people and go to business school to help us compare ourselves, and to learn from the best. We believe it helps. We forget that those we are benchmarking against never benchmarked themselves against anyone; and that they never seem to bother to gather any intelligence about us. Their singular focus and energy is employed in tending and watering their “garden.” This leads us to the first point on why the grass is always greener on the other side:

1. Because you are not tending and watering your side of the fence!

Robert Fulghum, author of that classic book “All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten” put it this way: “The grass is not, in fact, always greener on the other side of the fence. No, not at all. Fences have nothing to do with it. The grass is greenest where it is watered! When crossing over fences, carry water with you and tend the grass wherever you are.”

Isn’t it true? If their grass is greener, it’s because they tend to it better. If their marriage is working, its because they are doing something to make it so. If their relationship is working, definitely they are trying tricks that you have not dared try. They know what matters!

If you want a good relationship, invest in it. Expect no miracle! If you get a chance to be in love with someone, there is plenty in there to preoccupy you wholly. You got to love skillfully, love with expertise, love wisely. Avoid the pitfall of juxtaposing your experience with that of someone else. How on earth are you going to be happy in your relationship if you get stuck in morbid obsession with what others are doing? When the grass is green, Someone thought about the grass; chose it, planted it; nurtured it; gave it time and attention. So water the grass on your side!

2. You can’t see the green-ness on your side because your eyes are on the other side.

An entire generation is growing up discussing Kim Kardashian’s new dress and Brad Pitt’s new beard, forgeting that even Onsare here has a serious beard😂. Folks are wasting their God-given time debating the ins and outs of the latest celebrity divorce; or bitching about so-and-so who thinks she’s so hoity-toity. What has any of that got to do with your life? When will you ever concentrate on your side of life? When will you ever realize that you and all that is associated with you is good and unique in its own way? If you keep talking about so and so’s girlfriend, when will you talk about yours? Who will glorify yours? Who will idolize yours? The best question can then be, what can I do to make mine the talk of town too? If your time is all spent on others, when will you spend time on yourself? When will you realize the beauty that lies around you if your focus is on the other side of the fence?

Individuals who make it big the right way have something in common: they really aren’t bothered by what others are doing. They form their own ideas; they clarify them over time through trial and error; and they keep going, resolutely, even in adversity. The rest? Well, they keep peering at everyone else, wondering what the ‘secret’ is. Here’s your answer, voyeurs:

Dont throw your eyes aimlessly into other people’s gardens. Dont let your thoughts wander so far away. Focus, and singularly so, on yourself. There is something about you that others too admire. There is something about your wife/girlfriend that can be smiled about. There is something about your probox that most people love; so forget nani’s range rover. You risk overlooking the goodness of the canaan around you if all of your concentration is on those un-attainables of life. You have your garden right there under your feet. Pay attention to it, tend to it, give it nourishment, try something different. It will grow beautifully, without you ever needing to walk over the fence. The answer is on your side, not the other side.

3. When the grass is greener on the other side, maybe, Maybe it is thriving on sewage.

That fresh cucumber in your salad or your dose of green leafy veggies could well have been grown using raw sewage discharge.
As you grab that succulent spinach, just know it might have grown on the banks of the Nairobi river, which is so toxic that not even the poisonous reptiles can survive in there. It might look healthy from the outside but deep and honest assessment only reveals the magnitude of toxicity in side.

Well, this is the true state of the grass on the other side of the fence that many of us admire. This is the sorry state of that relationship that you keep talking about. This is the deplorable state of that marriage that you keep praising. An outer look paints an all rosy and cosy picture. But its a deceptive impression. It is hypocritical. Is is pharisaical. Its more like a cup cleaned from the outside but all the dirt hidden inside. Its akin to whited sepulchres, which indeed appear beautiful outward, but are mossy, old and full of dead men’s bones, and of all uncleanness.

“What will people say if our relationship ends?” This and many other silly and illogical rationales keep people in abusive relationships and marriages. An African man will stay glued to a lady even when he is convinced he is loved not. The brother stays on even when all the glaring evidence indicates that he is cheated on with every Tom and Johnie. Reason for staying on? “what will people say if I walk out?” A lady will endure physical violence in her marriage just because she fears “what will people say?” There is trouble in paradise but yes, she stays on fearing “what will people say if I leave?”.

Paradoxically, to the outside world, these individuals often behave in an exemplary manner. They behave in a way that leaves many salivating at their thriving affairs, yet behind the scenes its hell at it best! Looking so firm and solid, yet founded on base metal, grounded on sinking sand and suspended by a sewerage system of unimaginable actions of commission and omission.

As you look beyond in admiration of the success of others, as you look beyond to catch a glimpse of the pomp and romp that characterizes people’s affairs, as you stand amazed at the green-ness on the other side of the fence, just know things are not always like you see them on the other side. That They too have dark and troublesome times. They also have bright and sunny sides too. There is more than what you can just see. Just like you, everyone else has struggles. The skies aren’t always blue on the other side just like they aren’t always blue on your side. That green grass you are admiring might be owing its green-ness to the constant supply of sewage! MayThat green grass might not be the natural green grass. It might be artificial grass. So stop comparisons.

Just be content with what you have. Be content with your wife, husband, girlfriend, boyfriend, job, house car etc. Contentment is a state of happiness, satisfaction and ease of mind. To be content doesn’t mean you don’t desire more, it means you’re thankful for what you have and patient for what’s to come. Contentment comes from many great and small acceptances in life. Happiness will never come to those who fail to appreciate what they already have. Contentment is an attitude that says, I will be satisfied with what God has given me.

WITCHCRAFT OR JUST WITTY CRAFT?? Part 1.

We are known for many things. Kisiis have a reputation of being tough, emotionally labile, resilient, very industrious, intelligent, ambitious, our bananas and our beautiful women. Sorry. Extremely beautiful women! They don’t go for skin bleaching. Kisii women prefer being natural. Majority of them love their families. They sacrifice a lot to make their husbands and children happy and even if a man cheats on her forever, she will resist temptations to leave the man. But real Kisii men dont cheat on their wives! Marrying a Kisii woman is a blessing to any man.

All these everyone knows and talks about.

But in this unapologetic piece, I want to talk about what everyone else doesnt talk about. I want to delve into forbiden topics. I want to try tell of baffling tales. I want to speak loudly things only spoken in whispers and low tones. I wanna dip my feet into murky waters which very few, if any, have dared dip their feet into.

While I lack the capacity to make logic out of this, I would like to hard-headedly broach this subject of witchcraft and its dimensions. Why? Because it is almost always the conversation starter whenever you introduce yourself as a Kisii to strangers – strangers who either honestly want to confirm the rumor, or those who pretend not to have met any of your kind before; just to roast you. Just to see the look of denial on your face. The moment a stranger realizes you are a Momanyi or Nyaboke, the next definite question comes in the order of : “Is it true that you people run at night and eat dead people?”

For the record, I DO NOT run at night. Not unless I am late. Unless a dog is chasing me or I’m chasing after a dog that took my food. And yes I am Kisii, and proudly so. But this negative publicity brought about by some of our countrymen just annoys, to say the least. That is why I am pressing this!

SPORT(ed) IN THE DARK

You are perhaps in a cocoon if at all you haven’t interacted with the interesting facts that there are more Abagusii in USA than they are in Kisii town itself. Just like Boston is for Kikuyu so is Minnesota for Kisii. But thats for another day.

So in the leafy suburbs of Grand Rapids Minnesota, the story goes, a blond girl approaches Nyanchama-a kenyan living in the USA. She suggests that Nyanchama should consider enrolling Moraa (her mother) for the winter Olympics of 2002 in the Salt lake city of Utah. This octogenarian was visiting the USA on medical grounds. The suggestion was genuine for this girl of Mexican origin had, on different nights, spotted this old woman show casing her athletics prowess, though in the dark.

Lifeless yet so lively

Much as the girl enjoyed the granny’s moves, she couldnt fathom how this lifeless human being could engage her heels in the devilish hours of the night. Those not uccustomed to these acts need elephant-faith to believe that this Cucu could intentionally get out of clothes in the dead of night when the cold is biting to the marrow and rock the pavements of this high end estate, In her birthday suit! She could do it half-naked or truly naked on those manicured lawns, even scaring the German dogs under the chandeliered street lights

While at it, sometimes she could pull off dramatic stunts like peeing on doorsteps or going all the way commando-if you know what I mean. Other theatrics she could employ included stone-throwing on roofs , doing somersaults, producing weird sounds or doing a jig or two to a tune in her head. She could hurl pebbles and sand on rooftops. Moraa could fart so loudly, before making strange sounds like that of a cat. This unprecedented farting shocked the little girl. So much so that it formed the second reason why she was approaching Nyanchama. She sought to know whether Nyanchama’s mum was sick.

“I guess your mum has a bad stomach. Yesternight while sporting in the dark, she farted continuously for almost four hours?” She posed.

The long and short of this is that Nyanchama organized for her mum to fly back to Kenya urgently, because she was ashaming her through the irresistible night running urges.

After a shoddy reasearch, i got amazing facts about night runners.

Association

These brethren have an informal association and their own constitution that gives them clear guideline. For instance, one is only allowed to run between 10pm and 3am in the morning. Any night runner found running after 3am is suspended! Note suspended, because it is not easy to expel a night runner for this is something that is in the blood and very much addictive – and the culprit would still do it anyway.

The night divisions

These nightshift sprinters are also very organised. They divide themelves in groups of two then each takes a different area clearly mapped to avoid clashing and overlapping.

When on duty, they dance, run, jump on trees using wild animals like hyenas, cobra snakes, pythons and owls.They have their own way of taming wild animals without the consent of Kenya Wildlife Services (KWS) and keeping them in areas only known to them. These are their tools of trade during the night thus they feed them and keep them just like one would keep goats or cows.

Stratification

Night runners too have stratification by age. They say people who are closely related never mix during their activities owing to the fact that everyone who participates has to be naked. For example, one cannot run naked in the presence of his/her children because the lines of respect must be reserved and observed.

Devolution

Now that everything is about devolution, Night runners too embrace it. They have a huge following even in the diaspora and their presence is felt everywhere including boarding schools and institutions of higher learning where they boast of student night runners.

Just for gags.

You noticed they run completely naked during the night. You know why? They contend that everything is sweet while naked, and so is night running. During the act, they spit fire from their mouths and anus, so if you are dressed, chances are that the clothes are likely to block the fire hence spoiling the fun and lowering your morale. Hahahaha.

Eye witnesses and victims’ accounts

Many people have had unpleasant experiences with night runners. They say it’s such a scary experience. Some say when you meet a night runner and he/she touches or slaps you you will become deaf and dumb. Also, if u meet these individuals on your way at night they can properly and thoroughly entertain you with serious frightening acts but not harm you – that is if you are lucky enough. If you have a car they can switch its lights off and on using their satanic powers! Its widely said that night runners dont disturb or touch drunkards. But that is not licence to drink!

They possess charms that when administered, can cause harm to people.
They can point just a finger at a flying eagle, and it drops to the ground either dead or alive. They too can point fingers to human beings and you cant doubt the results! I tell you, they can even cause cabbages to germinate on your shoulders! Such are some of the great dark powers of darkness that night runners possess. I was told they prefer it called witty craft, and not witchcraft , as we well know it to be. But who is foolish enough to buy that?

What then is responsible for these great, mysterious and extra ordinary powers?

They are certainly NOT from God. The holy book in Revelation 21:23-24 teaches that there is no night in heaven. This Means that if running at night is what you do best, and running while nude is what excites you most, heaven has no room for you. The dark environment that serves you best is not provided for.

Witchcraft plus all its sub sets like night running is sin. And Satan is the originator of sin. However, it is impossible to explain the origin of sin so as to give a reason for its existence. It is mysterious, unaccountable; to excuse it is to defend it. Could excuse for it be found, or cause be shown for its existence, it would cease to be sin. Our only definition of sin is that given in the word of God; it is “the transgression of the law;” it is the outworking of a principle at war with the great law of love which is the foundation of the divine government of God.

Now that this has taken a spiritual dimension, its not criminal to weave in here this fact: That this evil is largely practiced in a region which has the highest concentration of the SDA religion. It is unimaginable that an area that is synonymous with adventism can at the same time be synonymous with dark practices of such magnitude.

The possessors of these magic powers are mostly the have-nots in the society. It is unclear as ever how with such powers, they cannot enrich themselves.

(part two Loadiiiiiiing)