The cost of corruption is beyond loss of public funds; it encroaches into all facets of our lives beyond the imaginable:

My mind wonders why we become surprised:

when buildings which have been approved by architects and structural engineers as fit for human habitation collapse at will;

or when a patient who was admitted for appendix removal ends up having cranial surgery, aka, surgery of the brain, after being mis-tagged;

or when people are diagnosed with illnesses that they never had in the first place;

or when items used during a surgery are left tucked inside after the bodies are neatly closed up; Continue Reading "Corruption: How Nobody Can Escape Its Impacts"

Today’s days arrived
when they were least expected;
today’s days that are
more of days of sadness
than days of joy.

Before today’s sad days arrived
humanity went about daily life
with impunity,
without a care,
full of hate, greed, jealousy,
and with least regard for the other.

Before today’s days,
humanity was so puffed up
in its pomps and pride,
that its interdependence
was overlooked.

Before today’s days
well endowed folks
who were living,
looked down on
the folks beside them
who were meagerly endowed
and just trying to survive. Continue Reading "Corona has Hit the World’s Rewind Button"

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"

I haven’t yet let this world make me bitter.
I haven’t yet let the actions of other people
make me to become cold on the inside.

Even though certain things
happened that hurt me,
people came that left me,
and there were moments
when I fell.

I have learnt that there are moments
in life when one feels
like giving up
and can’t take it anymore.

But I haven’t let those things
make me unkind.

I continue learning that
it’s okay to fall;
it’s okay to cry.
It’s okay to be sad.
But it’s never okay
to do other people wrong
just because I was done wrong. Continue Reading "My Lessons in Life"

The old adage says, “An honest fundi is hard to find; the only honest fundi is a kinyozi, aka barber”.

This saying most probably considers barbers to be reliable and honest because they can not shave the head halfway and then ask the shavee *pun intended* to leave and come tomorrow for a shaving of the second half of the head.

A second reason why barbers probably pass the honesty test is because clients can not leave their heads with them;

because if they did, they would most probably find the heads not shaven and would have to walk around headless for as long as the head was with the barber.

This sets barbers apart as the only craftspeople, or fundis, who meet their end of the bargain, which is completing the job within the agreed time. Continue Reading "The Only Honest Craftsmen Alive"

The following are the lessons that we must learn arising from then Covid-19 pandemic that continues to relentlessly ravage all corners of the earth, resulting in 3,075,546 infections and 211,792 deaths so far (28th April 2020); and still counting.

First is the realization, understanding and acceptance by all and sundry worldwide that no one is perfect, and hence the need to maintain humility.

Second, is appreciating that one cannot Continue Reading "8 Lessons Learnt From The Covid-19 Pandemic"

I am seated at my favourite joint minding my own business as I savour my African Sausage aka mutura ya mbao.

A gentleman joins me at the table but makes sure there is social distance between us.

Punde si punde his mutura is brought on a kibao as usual, complete with a few pinches of salt and some kachumbari.

The gentleman rises on his feet and heads to the hand washing spot, where he does not only wash his hands with antiseptic soap and water, but scrubs them surgeon-style.

In the meantime, he has left his mutura on his table, which is also my table, where flies are having a field day, except for those few moments when my hands are free to ward them off.

He is distracted further by a friend who engages him for a while, but eventually comes back to join his lovely mutura. Continue Reading "Ridiculous Reaction To Fear Of The Bug"

On my mind is a lady that I met searching for something inside her handbag, most probably her house keys since she was outside a door. The search was so furious that I couldn’t mind my own business any longer. When I approached her, I smiled and said, “zitapatikana tu”. She gave me an awkward, but beautiful smile.

As I passed, I couldn’t help noticing the contents of the bag since they were strewn all over on the ground, and more were still flying off the bag.

I can now confirm the “Big Bag” theory or myth that a ladies handbag is bottomless. It is a bag of wonders, secrets and mystery, considering that she had not finished turning the bag upside down and inside out by the time she was out of my sight, *since I kept looking back to appreciate the beauty and monitor, evaluate and gauge progress of the recovery efforts*.

This got my tiny brain to think that these search and recovery or rescue missions can be made much easier and faster if designers of these bags became a little bit more creative. Continue Reading "To Handbag Designers – A Plea For Extra Creativity"

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"