Apathy No More

A facebook riddled contingent of curiously expectant generation that has been riddled with the lack of consideration for the future by the very confines of a leadership image that refers to us as the “future”.

Unequivocally, I have scaled through the history of our sovereignty and as the youth, we have to stand and be counted everywhere not just in Kenya. Fortunately, I am still a Kenyan to the core. The opportunity to have intermingled with other cultures has brought me to a realization that others adopt a conglomerate of many cultures while we grow up in a culture that we assume as our own until such a time that it behooves us to let go and join another bandwagon…

How is it that with the number of entrepreneurs emerging in Kenya, the very disillusioned leadership or symbol of governance cannot realize that out ideologies or not to wipe out the old guard but probably safe guard the said old guard in the future but also provide us the spark that is necessary to move forward as a whole unit.

Tribalism, nepotism and favoritism are still ruling our neck of the woods but unfortunately for my old’ folks, the youth are not playing that game anymore. We are inter marrying, doing business with one another as it should be. Now don’t misunderstand this, I am all for maintaining the necessary propagation of tribal lineage but is it necessary to warp the way we should be interacting in this day and age with mundane and archaic ideologies of a generation that could not even get us to 2010 without hints of 1992 all over again?

i am ecstatic that there are so many of us as the youth who are quietly revolting using the media and alluding to a different method of making a statement rather than looting and plundering our nation farther backwards. It honestly saddens me to hear stories of the dissension that is constantly occurring within our community every so often. I shudder to think what my kids will want to be associated with and it is because of that very notion that I would love to see a new Kenya…from top to bottom.

My hate is that our love for our country is not skin deep but concealed in our inability to set aside selfishness and move as a unit. We are our own Achilles heel if you could metaphorically say so.

Although there are many flaws as there would be with many other nations, I am in total love with my HOME!!!

Indeed, “home is where the heart is!”

I was between and betwixt when a friend challenged me to ponder on this: “Can a man be called one if he cannot take care of a home?”

Kenya is my home…have I taken care of my home????

Anecdotes of the affirmed

So I almost lost the zest that came with all the pomp of being hailed as a success. This stems more from the fact that those who may have appeared to call me a success were not looking at the mental fortitude and patience i displayed to achieve my accolade; rather, they did it in a mocking manner because my financial stature did not depict one who should hold such a title.

Anyhow, in the midst of my many moments of solitude, believe it or not, I have come to understand that some personalities thrive on destroying what is a small semblance of sanctity where they cannot achieve it. I however, have had all of this culminate into my very essence and only because my journey has only began. It took a long time for me to get to this point and my route is yet to lead me back to the start. The various doors I open and shut have not resulted in a loss of potential, rather the revelation of crevasses not explored and possible the beginning of pioneering ideologies yet to be inked on typical parchment.

I am an astute being albeit the constant “happy-go-lucky” persona, I have many ambitions that I am achieving slowly but surely. For the journey of a mile begins with a step and as I go forth to claim my prize and fight the good fight, my destiny can only be interrupted by my lack of motivation.

At this juncture, what am I waiting for? I am an educated, single, employed and heterosexual (hopefully an alpha male) and yet I spend great moments in solitude. It is said that ground breaking ideas and ventures are created in solitude…so I gather, if I am not declining then my escalation can only be a testament to my resilient faith in myself and in the grace and mercy from above that has seen me to this point. More so the grace and mercy from my Creator…can’t live without it…

I have got nothing but a lot of love to give…both on a Philos and Eros level…I have offered it but now I am saying try me, I dare you to!!!!

My Sky

I sat under the sky and wished upon the star, the definitive of which came from afar.
The possibility of luring the inevitable constantly causing much heartache though the promise of tomorrow is entrusted to my soul’s desire to partake.
With a breath of relief I emerge above the waves of torment
Seeking completion striving for excellence, albeit I consistently follow the torrent
The outcome unknown, the struggle intense but in reality my character shall come forth.
I laid it all on the line with my heart ahead, my cranium hurts to view north.
What else must I do to complete the inevitable through thick and thin I remain,
The result of which I await steadfastly the bain of my existence is enthralled in it all with little refrain…

The Hardest Thing

I have been earnestly requested to post this poem…so here it is:

The Hardest Thing

The hardest thing one can ever do
Is to love someone who doesn’t love you
It is painful to see, after so hard a try
That the love you give just passes her by
Harder though it is to keep on loving
When nothing is left but heartbreak and crying
More painful too is to see that that someone
Gives her love to a less deserving one
So I’m a fool to do what I do
When I think one day my dream will come true
That I will love you and maybe you will love me too.

Chance favors the prepared mind

Amazed by the conversation, enchanted by your persona

Enjoying the irresistible deviation, the norm has never been so delightfully the former

Out of the heart true sentiments carry so much weight it is magnetic

Through mental comprehension, the communication had my quagmire seeming a tad euphoric

The sky always seemed so blue and the sun so bright I constantly smiled

It took two phrases to shatter my perception and my status changed from safety to being exiled

Pandemonium encased in a state of disbelief, I tirelessly try to keep from falling through

The endlessly abyss of this cynical situation I proposed all because I chose to keep caution in full view.

Disillusioned I came to a halt; half alive and cautiously groping in the dark for an exit

My exhausted soul was warmed by the whisper of one so serene and wonderfully exquisite

In a moment’s notice, I was engulfed in arms that were definitely soaked and glazed in honey

So sweet was her voice, she could make even the most miserly of men part with their men.

Her silence was so sincere and obvious it made my notion of solitude seem so busy I had to rest

It was her affection that led me to the surface of my insufferable calamity

Her name was “Opportunity” and I am sure glad her acquaintance required little to no conformity…

The Resurgence

With great vigor and pomp, as is the atypical convention, the new year was ushered in all around the world in all manner of fashion. Strictly speaking, there may has been hedonistic undertones involved in the manner in which the celebrations embarked. For the pious Christian, the “Watch night service” offered more than just the camraderie in the name of the Deity but it fostered hope as a a definite precursor to the intrepid future…

A hint of Caramel under the stars…

A hint of Caramel under the Stars…

It was to be a casual evening out with a few friends with the promise of “ecstatic” hour and possible the much awaited “free” buffet that had been publicized so outrageously days before. Let me set the stage appropriately.

The day had begun with the usual pomp and festivities as usual. The simple task of rolling out of bed was exceedingly difficult but enjoyable still. You see, the previous evening had been spent grunting and wincing due to the pain that resulted from lifting weights that should be best left for people who play sports for a living. Of course, the quest for replicating the very form of Adonis is but a challenging yet interesting one nonetheless. The characters one meets at the gym always cause a tear of raucous every now and then. It always seems that the smallest guys try so hard to achieve “buffness” and in so doing develop a Napoleonic complex.

So anyway, the visit to the gym was a definite blast and of course the body was not far from feeling the effects of excruciating sets at the mercy of my work out partner who happens to be a Muay Thai enthusiast.  It began pouring outside and I was convinced that the evening plan was going to be a total wash; but as do all passing clouds do, it quickly cleared up as the front moved from north to south of the city.  I made my way home marveling at the wonders of creation as I noticed the sun melting away those tormenting clouds to expose some much appreciated rays for the remainder of the evening.

Fast forwarding to about eight o’clock that night, I and a close confidant went for the newly advertised buffet and happy hour fete at a local watering hole. As usual, the place would not have been the same if there were some very delightful visions of beauty present. On the contrary, the place was dry and barren. No signs of aesthetic appeal in sight at least until we walked in…I digress. There happened to have been a probable ‘honey’ at the bar but I was too timid to try and engage in seamless small talk as my stomach was on a war path at the very moment.  So the buffet was underway and the food was mouth watering as expected. Out of the corner of my eye, this tall glass of chocolate milk sauntered in with her friend and made a bee-line for the buffet. I could only marvel at her fine form and simply swallow hard. She did her thing as expected and sat a table ahead of us.

It so happened that I was playing chaperone and my confidant chose to leave early and I was left to enjoy the sights of Miss Chocolate by my lonesome. I chose to go and ascertain that my parking spot was not compromised. I get to the car and sure enough the valet was about to have me towed. I cursed bitterly. I had to locate another parking because paying for valet parking in this recession at a hole in the wall is not exactly my cup of tea. In so doing, I spot this gorgeous lady step out of her red Chrysler (SRT 8 to be precise) in heels and jeans and told the valet to make it do what it do!!!

How is it that the fine ones come in packs? She was cool though! She joined Miss Chocolate and proceeded to enjoy her night out. I could tell she had thing for the music she would get out of her seat and jig for a bit and then sit down. Her gyrations were so rhythmic I was absolutely compelled to make it known.  I mustered my courage and went up to her and whispered, “If you must move your waist to the beat, may I join you for but a chorus?” She accepted thankfully, even though I did embellish my request…

In the midst of our dance I caught a scent of her perfume. I inquired and her reply was Chanel…wow is all I could say…This woman was so je ne sais quoi!!!! I could only take it all in with such joy. She danced the night away and my heart went along as deemed necessary. My dance with Miss Caramel was but breath taking…

The undeniables

In the midst of apparent hallucinations and illusions of grandeur, I have been invigorated in the realization that simple gestures of humility do go a long way in the effort to publicize one’s attempt to conquer the unattainable.

Picturesque visions

So, I gradually accepted the challenge of ominously disassociating my seldomly revered mentality for a “happy go lucky” attitude. It proved harder than it really was because the intestinal fortitude involved has relinquished my knack to abstain from thoughts of gloom and grand failure…

In my nonchalant ways I have been labelled a complex personality with great taste and a knack for the aesthetics that life provides!

Here & Now

So it is with great saddness that I lay to rest the notion of happenstance in accordance to my life’s journey!