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"

The ‘Blind Spots’ of the human body form one of the four quadrants of the ‘Johari Window’, and can be described as those areas where a person’s view is obstructed. The Blind Spot is the space that is unknown to yourself, but known to others.

The other three quadrants are: the ‘Open Space’, which is the space that is known to one and also known to others; the ‘Hidden Area’, which is the space that is known to oneself, but unknown to others; and, the ‘Unknown Area’, which is the space that is unknown to oneself, and also unknown to others.

Coming back to the Blind Spots, they need extra care all the time, especially because Continue Reading "Blindspots of the Human Body – Quadrants Of The Johari Window"

On my mind is the deliberate self-inflicted pain that arises from my lapsed memory or amnesia; case in mind being when I fall into the temptation of aggressively pulling out the skin flakes or peels that form around the finger nails after a long period of absence.

Apart from having forgotten the inundating pain of last time, falling into the temptation of picking these flakes is accelerated by Continue Reading "The Cuticle And My Short Memory"

It started as, “Single” at a time when I was slim, handsome and tall.  “Mrefu”, or “Msomali”, was what my pupil colleagues called me in Fort Hall Primary School back then. That was before I graduated to be nicknamed “Skeleton” by my Form One class teacher in Murang’a High School, Father Gerald. After College, my…Continue Reading “The Dynamism of My ‘Relationship Status’”

The seemingly little and insignificant everyday aspects of life that humanity displays every so often have continued to confound even the world’s greatest brains; aspects that include the reasons behind kissing, blushing and even picking the nose.

Scientists have split the atom, put men on the moon and discovered the DNA of which humans are made, and yet there are key mysteries of human behavior which they have failed Continue Reading "The Confounding Little Things Of What It Means To Be Human – The Airplane Mode"

The dawn of every new day comes with a hope that is infectious and communicable to all humanity. It is a genuine hope that is prominently displayed on the faces of the people on crowded streets downtown every morning of every day of every year.

The hope that comes with the dawn of a new day makes humanity, extremely busy and enthusiastic, with the expectation that today’s achievements will be greater than those of yesterday. They start the day with renewed zeal;  Continue Reading "Hope Of A New Born Day"