SHAKING BRANCHES 

​Our greatest source of knowledg lies in Jesus, who is God and God is in nature. Nature is a teacher in itself, never self imposing, never demanding and never time bound. There’s a certain freedom it has that we would only get to experience if we allowed ourselves to be one with nature. To be one with nature we not only need to preserve it and take care of it but also observe it. The only way we learn from what is around us is if we take our time to listen, to take it all in. Every form of beauty on it’s own. 

In moments when we choose to take time and look at what is around us, we get to discover things of great magnitude from the tiniest observation. Often times we have been told to ensure that we take in every breath and savor every moment, for what it is. It is in moments that we discover things we needed that we didn’t even know we did. 

A few Sundays past I got to discover something very interesting about human nature and especially to we who walk in faith. As I waited outside church for the second service to commence, I saw a couple of birds moving from branch to branch sometimes from tree to tree. Most would have disregarded them but for one reason or another I couldn’t. Keen observation led me to a realization, there was not much diffence between us and the birds.

While one bird kept on changing it’s position to avoid an adversary, it’s efforts always seemed futile. It hopped from one branch to the next of the same tree. With every landing it made after fleeing to a safer branch, it caused the branch to shake, thus notifying the adversary of it’s current location. This went on for quite a while but until the bird that was being pursued shifted trees, running away seemed to bear no fruits. 

How often in life as Christians do we try to run from our past, from a sin yet all we do is drive around the block. We tend to confess of our negative traits (we all have them as nobody is perfect), hoping to turn our lives around and learn to seek Christ completely. Our resolutions are great only until it gets to the time of execution and then we ‘chicken out’ .

We confess to be bought by the blood yet we do not allow Christ to take us to a different tree to find our rest. We move around the same places we used to, be with the very same friends yet wonder how in heavens name the devil still finds us, how he gets to grasp us. How we still fall into the very same sins. When we are born of the blood, yet we still emerse ourselves into a world full of sin, though we don’t want to sin it is like wagging our tailbomes at the devil, temptimg ourselves. 

The trick lies not in changing branches but rather in moving to a new tree altogether. We who wish to be at rest from being pursued by the enemy, need to make drastic changes. No great distance was ever covered by jogging on the spot, you need to move. 

Move from the negative situations that tend to harm your progress, that’s the only way you will make progress. 

Word for the week; Hebrews 11:15

If they had been thinking of the country they had left, they would have had opportunity to return. Instead they were longing for a better country, a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God for He has prepared a city for them. 

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FOR THE LOVE OF READING, FOR THE SAKE OF KNOWLEDGE.


We live at such unfortunate times. Am sure you have noticed the widening gap that stands where wisdom and insight used to. A whole lot of emptiness and lack altogether. While those who know nothing speak about everything and those who know everything speak about nothing. It is therefore confusing on who to listen to and what advice you should pay attention to. Knowledge and especially in its being passed on from one generation to the next, has lost its essence. While in previous times, especially in the African setting, the elders always took it upon themselves to pass on the truths and wisdom they had picked up along the way to the younger ones. Nowadays however, we have taken it upon ourselves to equip our children only with book knowledge, overlooking the importance of sharing, “street knowledge.”

In our fight against cultural oppression while embracing the entirety of the western culture and practices, we lost even the most beautiful parts of our heritage. In a bid to quench my thirst on information in different aspects of life I came across a video by Caroline Mutoko, she spoke of two books and a magazine, and from how she described them I purposed to get a copy of the books.

Joan Thatiah is a most welcome addition to my list of human beings that I will pay attention to as they speak. Her books have a certain sense of confidence and information. They are more of a gold mine than I had expected. She speaks her truth and does so as bluntly as she ought to. Her readiness to address issues that affect women in society intrigues me. Though I have been a bit slow in reading her books (thanks to schoolwork), I am officially done with the first. 

Here are a few things, categorized by my understanding, I learnt from her wittiness (just a few, you need to get your own copy).

Things I Will Tell My Daughter: Joan Thatiah

Life

Joan shares a story about a time in her life where she put into practice the very things that she writes about in this book.

We are not defined by the things that happen to us but rather by the way that we react to them. It’s never about the storm that hit, it is all about your resilience in the storm.

Picking yourself up after being run down is a form of victory in itself.

Hard work pays, you have to do whatsoever it takes until you get to a point where you can do what you want.

Yourself

Peoples opinion of who you are do not matter. She debunks myths that most people of our generation have grown up with especially when it comes to the standard measure of beauty.as much as we liberate ourselves however from the lies we were told about or skin and our bodies she goes on ahead to note that there are things more important than the skin you are in. the key is to own your skin and not let it own you.

Showing up for other people is dire but while you do this, ask yourself who is showing up for you. Remember yourself but do not become selfish, there is a fine line between those two.

The world

Feminism is a choice, one that if you make you will need to be informed. This is a very critical issue in the times we live in and it has been for quite a while. Most people are self-proclaimed feminist yet they do not have a clear picture of what this means. If you choose to be a feminist, be and informed one.

Embrace your femininity. A while back I remember listening to Caroline Mutoko talk about the woman in the boardroom. How it was important to never let the men forget that you are a woman by how you dress and other things. Joan Thatiah speaks of how important embracing ones femininity is important. And if you take your time and reconcile all Joan has to say about the working woman, I promise you will be impressed.

There is nothing wrong with chasing wealth, in working for your paper. Money is not the root of all evil. The point is not to lose yourself in it. Having money goes a long way in ensuring that your loved ones have what they need.

Relationships

When it comes to her view on relationships, I will speak only of one thing, because for you to get the full idea of the magnitude of the issue you need to read it as she says it. One thing however that resides most with me;

Know who you are and act accordingly, do not start playing wife to a man who is not your husband.

Every year I take it upon myself to look for books that speak truth and feed my being. Things I Will Tell My Daughter by Joan Thatiah is the first one I have come across this year. So go on ahead and get your copy. It is an eye opener, it oozes knowledge, so go find one and drink from it.

You can get to Joan through her email;

JThatiah@gmail.com

Making Account

It’s very humbling when someone is concerned about your well being. I’ve been away for a while, but now I am back. For those of you asking how I am or how I’ve been holding up, this post is for you. I talk about myself in the third person, crazy,  I know. That’s the only way I know how. 

I once read somewhere that counting your blessings was so much more fulfilling than counting your money, well here are some of mine.

“Her entire life flashed before her eyes, to believe that she had just turned 21 a short while back. The much she had gone through seemed a century worth of experience. With a bended heart and teary eyes she remembered a resolution she had made at the beginning of the year. *Develop an attitude of gratitude.* She picked her spirits up and allowed herself to see the beauty in her life. 

Counting her blessings seemed to restore her hope. She started with the material things, boy, that was fast. Everything she owned up to that moment and time was in one room, that’s the beauty of studio apartments. When she looked around the small room,  she almost chuckled, but didn’t. What she had was plenty, it was more than most people got in an entire lifetime. 

It had been a really tough year. With her biggest blow being the lose of her darling father. Seeing his face in her head caused her grief. But this she was used to. She understood that, that was an ache she would have to deal with for the rest of her life. RIP. 

She had to move on,  friends, the amount of love she had received that year was humbling. The spontaneous laughter, the sleep overs and the wine, the boy stories and the progress they had been able to make together was unbelievable. And the support system her friends had been and still were, now that was a blessing she never could comprehend it’s magnitude. 

Family,  see she knew that this was going to be the highlight of her existence each and everyday. Though everyone had their own unique thing going on, and life always seemed to throw bumps each and every few minutes, one thing remained constant, the beauty of this group of people. The level of love and the unconditional care and support. Through the good and especially the tough, somehow together they always made it out alive. Each time stronger than before. It was at such moments that she got to completely experience the beauty and greatness of the love of God. And in that moment with a greatful heart, she thanked her heavenly Father for His goodness, grace and Mercy. ”
Finally got to fourth year, this alone is a miracle on it own, now I am back. Follow me for current posts. 

SHINE ON! 😘

God looked around His garden and saw an empty space, 

then He looked down on this earth and saw your tired face, 

He put His arms around you and lifted you to rest.

Gods garden must be beautiful for He only takes the best. 😢

Sometimes lose has a greater impact on us than we care to admit. See I had sworn I wouldn’t write about this yet every time I take a pen and paper and think of writing, this is what comes to mind. And every time that I ignore the urge my heart breaks a bit, I can’t be having any more heartbreak in my life, not this year anyway. So I decided to oblige, bear with me. 

About three months ago, I lost my light. The world closed in on me. Everyday I wake up, his face comes to mind, the wind beneath my wings gone away to be with those of his kind. Angels that graced us with love and care, with a presence so beautiful and great that their absence makes all the difference in life. Papi, why did you have to go? 

I remember the last day I saw him like it was yesterday. The pain I saw him go through receeds in my heart and every time I see his aching face my heart breaks. My father was not just my dad,  he was my best friend, he was my anchor and he was my compass. Imagine loosing all that in a day, in a single moment. 

A shattered world is all was left behind. I remember telling him I’d go back to school, whispering in his ear so it would be something just between us, then I looked up at him expecting a response, but with a tired mind and body, all he could do was faintly nod, and my heart broke again. 

I don’t know why, but when the news came to me, I couldn’t really cry. God had given us all signs so we could prepare our hearts for this great pain. I took a matatu and travelled to the resting home. God how I felt empty, too empty for tears.

 So I recently confessed to someone I couldn’t write anymore, he asked why and I got to thinking. Writing has become torture because he taught me how to, every time an idea comes to mind and I try to interpret it into something creative my mind goes to s#$t and I just can’t bear writing.  I can’t bear remembering, I can’t stand the tears. 

Hanging on to the hope that I’ll see him again some day, my world crumbles daily, my heart aches every minute. He was great to me and to the many more he knew and I know he will be great to others on his path in the after life. Till I see you again

Flip through the pages

I promised I wouldn’t do this,  but look at me now? ! I just can’t sit down and listen and listen to clueless people talk about issues they know so little about yet speak as if they did their thesis on it. Where did knowledgability go to?  When people spoke only of facts and not mere hear say?  Ooh wait that world has never existed, it’s only present in my mind. 

Judging a book by it’s cover is second to human nature,  you don’t even have to try, it just happens naturally like breathing. We look at a young lady with a car and the first thing that comes to mind is ‘ako na sponsor,  atoe gari wapi kwingine? ‘ she could have worked for it, think about that.  That young lady may be busting her @#$ just to live as lavishly as she wishes. 

Okay here goes my trigger for this rant,  my dear young men in campus, my dear young men in campus,  listen to me carefully,  just because a woman dresses in clothes that complement her body, THAT DON’T MAKE HER A HOE!! Just because a woman walks around like she owns the world that ain’t none of your damn business,  come to think of it she owns her world so she is a queen,  queens don’t walk around with saggy shoulders and a bent head. 
Are we together up to there?  Okay , good,  just because a woman loves her body that don’t make her prideful or a HOE! I love mine,  especially my ‘twins’ but guess what, it don’t matter to no one but me,  they are mine and they are a perfect pair. Just because a woman knows what she wants and speaks up about it THAT DON’T MAKE HER A 21ST CENTURY BITCH. and just because a woman laughs with men THAT DOESN’T MAKE HER LOOSE! 

So here comes this guy,  not really my kind of hot,  not my kind of handsome but fairly good looking,  tall and smiley. Am all for making new friends and learning more from people so with open arms I welcome the interaction but woe unto me.  See how people tend to already hold an opinion about you even before they meet you?  Here comes a cliche human being. 

He was told by his friends that I Miss Kariuki was loose,  that I was easy,  that I was booty call material.  Yes,  Me!  

As he tells me this am left shocked more intrigued than offended,  I love God first and foremost and whoring it around isn’t really the kind of thing that glorifies His name. Secondly I believe in the sacred state of sex,  that no matter who you sleep with there should be a reason greater that sheer horniness.

Ranting aside,  boy am I tired of hearing Kenyans talk about American politics,  hunny fix your country first, KENYA NEEDS US!  So these noises of why Trump won is not important to me,  why Americans want to make their country great again shouldn’t be a concern,  I ain’t never been there so how do I even know what is wrong with it. The peoples opinions on Michelle and Barack Obama is twisted but from a personal view I think they were awesome,  but why does that concern me. 

When it comes to people,  no one is perfect,  so what had happened was,  y’all need to interact from a distance,  learn what you can,  pick what you need from their behaviour,  leave that which is negative. Simple enough, yes?  YES! 

Let’s take Kenya back,  Let’s make Kenya great again! 

Hello Nostalgia  😔😒😃

There are good days, an then there are bad days. Now the good days you live for,  the bad ones you live through. There are better days and there are worse days the better ones give you life, the worse ones drain the life out of you. The beauty of it is that whichever kind of day you are having it only has 24 hours in it so no matter how long it drags on when you want it to end, or how fast it flies by when you want it to last all days are equal you just need to make the most of each and everyone. 

I know all of you have had days when you think about people you shouldn’t, feel things you shouldn’t,  this is for you.. 

The past one month feels like one looooooooong day and it drags on sun rise after sunset after sunrise with no promise of it ending. But I am not ready to deal with it so that’s a story for when my mind and my heart get back in harmony and reality dawns on me eventually. 

To one of the good days,  when a big dark cloud is hanging over you,  a single ray of light brings hope,  a chance for change to a better situation.  In my cloud there was a silver lining and for once in a long time, I felt everything around me I took in every breathe and treated it as the luxury it was.  I read every word and actually enjoyed how the letters strung together to form words then sentences then paragraphs. How they all came together in perfect harmony and created meaning. 

See life just works to drive us crazy but there are people who are hell bent on making your insanity show but oh darling,  there are those, with nothing but a momentary, pathetic try in loving you and a verbal excuse of always caring for you who can make you drive yourself crazy.  When you lose your mind you cannot distinguish the difference between days and years.  People who make it feel okay to dwell in your own personal hell.  This my dear are the worst yet most beautiful people you will ever know. 

I lost track thinking about hell, this hell that I have been in for a few days,  or is it months,  perhaps years who knows? Okay back to my day; 

Studying for exams should not be romantic, I know but since days are different,  it just happened to be. I remember touching his skin while closing in for a hug and feeling like I was home. It was one of those days where miraculously his scent didn’t repulse me and his touch didn’t make me ache,  it gave me peace. So I lay my head on his back and I feel the harmony of the words manifested in our heartbeats. 
I sat in silence and listened to him breathe, I felt his heart racing and I hope that had something to do with me. It felt like a piece of the past re-enacted in a perfect replica. I know peace, I know how reassurance felt like and this was it.  See I don’t need a long embrace, or conversation.  It’s the way his eyes stare into mine in moments when it counts,  or when he smiles at me when he sees how damaged I am.  Or the way he calls me,  the way he asks he irrelevant questions just so we could exchange words. 

The way he laughed at nothing in particular, and how he always tried to say something funny because seeing people laugh at what he said always seemed to give him life. 

I don’t know about you but small things like those give me a different kind of day.  This is one of the good ones.

And I am through with my third year in campus, ain’t God great..?!! Now nostalgia and pride…. 

MAKING LEMONADE 😶


Today I got to see the world through the eyes of a person who had given up hope, someone who had stopped believing in the one thing that defined them to be who they were. The eyes of a woman who had been overwhelmed by all that is wrong with this world and all she had left was her day to day routine which to a point seemed like a form of robotic performance that did not quite add up to who she was.

Today I got to see the world through the eyes of someone who had given up on love, or rather someone who had watched love depart from them and they gladly waved goodbye. The eyes of a person who had wasted a great part of the year hoping for the impossible, a person who had just awoken to a rude shock that whatever it is that they had wished for every night, and every day, the one thing that always somehow always seemed to pop up in her prayers was gone for good.

Today was a beautiful day, one that I woke up to with vigor to prove not only to myself but also to the world around me, or rather to everyone who was watching, a day that would define the person that I am. Today was a busy day, filled with nothing but a void where my thoughts of him used to dwell, a void in my heart, a heart that was searching for something to fill an empty space yet all it took was the realization that all I needed to do was love myself instead.

Today, unlike every other day I woke up with the will to make it to the end of the day without crying or feeling sorry for myself. What today brought me however was so much greater than I would ever have hoped for in such a situation. Today brought me happiness, it brought me joy, and it brought me strength.

Today, for the first time in more than one year I breathed for me, I laughed for me, I did everything I had to, for me. So I got to learn that not everything can break you, that only the things you give power to have power over you. Today I got to let go of it all and swim in the serenity of freedom and peace.

Today I got to see the world through my eyes.