Great, amazing and wonderful things are hidden in plain sight, right in front of my widely open eyes; God’s blessings which I take for granted and never remember to say, ‘Thank You Papa’;

I look, but don’t see the good friends, family, colleagues and neighbours who’ve always had my back and added days into my life. For these angels, I thank You God.

I see, but don’t appreciate the wonderful nature that surrounds me; the green trees, the beautiful blooming flowers, the singing birds, the blue skies, the dark nights, the glowing stars, the moon, the sun, the lakes, the oceans, the mountains. For these great sceneries, I thank You Daddy. Continue Reading "I Thank You Lord, For Everything"

I’ll never forget how you suddenly
came into my life
and brought me perfect happiness,
comfort, pleasure,
and great joy beyond measure.

It was love at first sight,
I loved you without limits,
even when I knew deep down
that you would most probably one day,
break my heart
in pursuit of your heart’s desires,
a better love than I could give.

And therefore as my heart
was becoming cosy Continue Reading "My Dear Ex"

When I was a child
uncountable years ago
I asked You to be my shepherd.
Your answer was instant;
You promised to be by my side
every step of the way;
and You have not dissapointed.

I know that You never said
that I would not encounter
difficulties and challenges;
but I believed,
I trusted.

It’s true that
I have been fearful once in a while,
It’s true that
friends looked the other way
and even despised me
when I needed them most.
It’s true that
I have been lonely now and then;
as I journeyed the contours
of this wide world.

But You have kept the promise
to the letter.
You have been there for me
as I endured and overcame
the more than fair share
of the rough, the hardknocks
and the beatings,
that came my way,
sometimes overwhelmingly. Continue Reading "Thank You God Almighty for Answered Prayers"

Way back during the times before internet, email and social media, a lot of ingenuity went into composing romantic letters and ensuring that they reached the intended recipient.

Despite not caring about the broken English and the many weeks, and sometimes months, that it took for the letter to reach the intended addressee, there was lots of thrill, and love, that was packaged in these letters, as exemplified here below:

“My dearest Abigail Mueni, sweetie,
with many love in my heart,
I pick my golden pen
from the basket of love
to write you this letter.

You are my first thought
in the morning
and I hold you
in my last breathe
as I go to sleep.
I hope this letter meet you
physically healthy,
spiritually receptivated,
and emotionally adaptivated. Continue Reading "The Agony of Romancing during the Snail Mail Times"

My Dear the undervalued, the under-privileged,
the less fortunate or the neglected in society:

Yes, I know
I know that you’ve gone hungry and thirsty;
I know that you don’t have enough clothes
to keep warm;
I know that you’ve been mistreated
by humanity;
I know that you have no roof over your head
I know that you have been sick;
I know that you have been in prison
because of no fault of your own;
and I also know that you don’t know
what love is. Continue Reading "I Shall Try"

On my mind is the dream
which has continued to lead me on
to my definition of prosperity;
which to me is that limitlessly pure,
boundlessly sparkling, endlessly beautiful,
unalterably warm, perfectly glorious,
peacefully vibrant and faultlessly welcoming
bright, blue sky.

The dream leads me on despite efforts,
to hold me back,
to criticize my every decision,
to belittle my achievements,
to change my mind,
to change my heart’s desires.

It doesn’t matter that the skeptics
never try to understand my journey,
never try to understand Continue Reading "When My Dream Leads My Heart To See Its Vision"

Oh how nostalgic the moments when I remember the Christmas eve during my younger days way back yonder.

On Christmas eve, a few people would meet in the house which was furthest from the local Church at 8.00pm and sing a Christmas Carol or two, then pray and finally collect gifts for charity.

People in the homestead would stand in their doorway, smiling and would sometimes sing too.They would thereafter join the Carolers as they went to the next homestead.

Needless to say, Continue Reading "Nostalgia From The Christmas Eve Of My Youth"

I am suddenly so ecstatic that I now understand the excitement of Archimedes when he shot out of his bathroom naked and ran through the streets of Syracuse while shouting “Eureka, Eureka”, just because he had discovered the ‘Law of Floatation, or Buoyancy’.

The excitement stems from the discovery that, though some adults are short while others are tall, we are all approximately the same height from the seated buttocks to the top of the head, otherwise called the ‘sitting height’.

That’s why in a public space such as in a hall, church, matatu or stadium almost all seem to be of the same height when seated.
Continue Reading "We Are All The Same Height While Seated"