KENYAN AND CRAZY

6 am Monday morning, squinting through ghost cum and morning breath trying to get my bearings. The most beautiful feeling you can ever have on a Monday morning is when you realize that you don't actually have to get out of bed. This Monday morning represents the halfway point of my 14 day vacation so what do you think i should do today? Lets start with the new routine I am trying to cultivate, jogging as frequently as possible.  I recently moved from weighing in the triple digits and I sure as hell want to keep it that way so I have decided to sit less and move more. Step one of this is to get myself off of this bed and grab some sweat pants and running shoes then hit the road. I sometimes believe that when I am exercising, it isn't a way for me to lose weight but some time I can take off from the world and just disappear into a rabbit hole until I am exhausted. Today was not an exception, head phones on and my feet to the ground. The sun not fully out but giving enough light

To GIVE UP, a transitive verb that webster defines as  to abandon (oneself) to a particular feeling, influence, or activity  < gave  himself  up  to despair>. Not something anyone wants to admit but there are times you have given up, you walked into a ace and your heart sank because you just couldn't take another step. I have every now and then but there is always that inner power that pushes me to take that next step. The small burst of adrenaline that pushes my mind to forget the aching muscles that scream in rebellion, to get that little will power I need to move forward. Have you ever heard of the broken heart syndrome, to paraphrase it there are people out there who have died because of a broken heart. After experiencing a great loss or betrayal, your heart just can't take it anymore and stops working. I once heard of a man whose wife passed then he went into deep depression and died as well only 3 days later. He wasn't unwell in any way but they were both advanc

It's 9:00 pm on the last flight out of Jomo Kenyatta international airport to Moi international airport and I'm sipping a cold beer at 23,000 feet. The flip side is I have a cold and I have not had a good nights rest in a while. I am sleep deprived and pretty hungry so it's not all rosy up here. That however, isn't why I am writing this. I am writing this because of a totally different reason. I generally don't pay attention to the safety instructions at the beginning of the flight but this time I did . Why do you ask, because of the male flight attendant. Why would a male flight attendant make me concentrate, well it was late at night and he had probably flown back and forth a couple of times but he still entertained us. The guy got up on the P.A system and gave us an audio presentation worthy of a radio talk-show host. He introduced the captain, first officer and all the flight attendants like he was introducing his fellow band mates and it was refreshing.  I ha

One of my favorite thought provoking songs is Tracy chapman's "fast car". Those who haven't heard it should go ahead and listen to it, a line in the song states "Leave tonight or live and die this way". It's a hot Monday morning and you are at your desk at work listening to another boring customer who for one reason or the other believes they can get you to do what they want even if it's contrary to all laws or norms. You day dream a bit of where you would rather be at that point in time. Maybe you like mountain climbing and at that very moment you are in the Himalayas with a bunch of Sherpas or you are an avid swimmer crossing the English Channel. You could be anywhere right now but that doesn't seem possible right now on your desk, does it? Why doesn't it seem possible? Well I guess it could be the mortgage you have on your house that needs paying, the car loan that for some reason doesn't seem to go anywhere coz you are upgrading cars

"My children cannot eat glory", that is a line from Sarafina. Sarafina is a movie adapted from a play in the early 90s starring Leleti Ngema (née Khumalo), Whoopie Goldberg , Miriam Makeba and Bongeni Ngema. It was written and directed by Bongeni Ngema, I first watched it when I was about 5 years old. My mother and I loved it so much that we watched it at the Nairobi cinema 3 timesand to this day I have a copy of it at home. The movie is based on the African uprising against apartheid in South Africa and depicts the struggles of a group of school children who are arrested, tortured and some openly shot during protests. The scene where that line comes from is of a mother having an argument with her daughter who is now discontent with the life that they live. The mother , played by the late Miriam Makeba, lost her husband in Mozambique and left her to take care of their 4 children. The daughter, played by Leleti Khumalo, defends her fathers decision of fighting and sees it as a

What's wrong with not having emotions? What purpose do they serve in this world where we do horrible things to each other. A planet where wevconsciously abandon our own morals to get ahead and treading other on people's freedoms and basic human rights while we are at it. The most successful people on the planet are the ones who have no qualms with putting their needs first and disregarding others well being. There was a study that was performed ,and I believe I may have referenced it in an earlier post, it states that there is a fine line between the most successful C.E.Os and sociopaths. Why is that you ask? A C.E.O has one goal and one goal only, making a profit for his shareholder and make himself rich as he goes along. His 30,000 employees will not or should not get in the way of this as they are a secondary concern to the primary. Case in point, it has been a slow year for a certain banking giant and he needs to show that he is not letting things run a muck. There are two

Friday night and we are hanging out at the local. All hands on deck tonight as the youthful class come out to play and make merry as we always do. I am surrounded by guys in their late 20s and early 30s plus a few people outside of this age bracket trying to fit in. The girls are ageless here with some looking like they were in a dormitory a short while ago and just got picked up by their sponsors or older boyfriends for the night, or the weekend. This is supposed to be progress, the generation that my father came from came out at night to get away from the wife and annoying kids who really didn't want him in the house. Strange isn't it, not being wanted in the house you pay for by the people who you feed. It's a fact of life that is hard to explain but still they came out at night. However, in this day and age, guys do this not to hang out not to get away from the family but because their houses are empty. I am in my late twenties but thinking back I don't think I hav

Like a large portion of society I feel weird in funerals, I feel especially lost in a funeral of a close member of the family. You look to your left and see your mother crying and to your right your father looking indifferent. Aunts beside themselves with grief and neighbors you have never seen before screaming for God to help them, what is going on here. The scene doesn't really do much for me except sculpt my face into an emotionless form. With the lack of emotion comes deep thought, thoughts that make you drift far away from this place that flows with tears and keeps you in a constant day dream. The question I ask is, since I am already dead and cannot take my self to the grave , who will carry me? As a child your parents carried you around, dad drove the car while mum sat in the passenger seat chatting everyone up. Growing up you took yourself to places that you wanted to go but at the end someone will hold Your hand and take you somewhere you don't want to go. Who lead

Music, the food for the soul I call it because everywhere you go and whatever you do, any form of music just speaks to you. I am not here to talk about the tunes and instruments but the little things done and sounds made that are actually music to your ears. Put together make songs that help you as a person get through your day. The morning can be bright the morning could be dull but when you hear the gentle breathing of the one you love next to you and the soft rhythm of her heart beat to your own chest then the into to the day has began. Most people usually can tell how the song will be just by the intro so if this is what you get then the day is already looking bright. Warm showers have always had this refreshing feeling but the feeling of soap being rubbed on your back and the sound of water splashing around you really invigorates the body and drowns all other feelings. Breakfast, the most important meal of the day. With a newspaper or your ipad in your hands right now you shoul

Cellular phones, for those born in the late nineties you call them smart phones now, why do they mess with our lives so much? Well if you ever lived through the stone age then you remember a few things. 1. You couldn't arrange a spur of the moment meet and if so you had to call each other through pay phones. 2. Someone who didn't want to be found couldn't be found but you could also not be warned of rapid unfolding events. 3. No texting. See that moment you are in an event or get bored and you just want to talk to someone miles away, well you couldnt back then and had to do something useful like read a book. There are loads of other stuff that you could do with cell phones but I realized that you have just given away your freedom. Opening up your wn little world to the outside world is basically letting hourly get controlled by other people's whims. I dont think i have ever told you guys what my day job is, I am in sales which means i am literally tethered to my