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"

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 have sung the hymnal, “How Great Thou Art” countless times;
but it’s not until now that it is clicking in my mind
how great Thou actually are.

That when I say that I consider
all Your awesome wonder,
I never got to that part where
I could visualize
that it is Your greatness that prevents:
• Schools being cancelled.
• Self-distancing measures being put in place
• Entire sports seasons being cancelled.
• Concerts, tours, festivals and entertainment events being cancelled; and,
• Weddings, family celebrations, holiday gatherings being cancelled.

That when I say that I consider all
the worlds Your hands have made,
I never got to the point where
I could visualize
that it is Your greatness that Continue Reading "How Great Thou Art – I Now Get It"

I seek for God’s forgiveness
for my shortcomings,
and impiety.

At the same time,
I thank God and offer Him praises,
for His blessings and mercies on me,
in spite of my inadequacies,
shortsightedness, and even blindness.

My mind calls it shortsightedness
because all the years of my life until now,
I never got it
that being able to go to work,
and coming back home
freely without restrictions and fear;
I never got it
that it was all due to the sheer favour of God.

My mind calls it blindness
because Continue Reading "Its God Who Keeps The Wheels Turning"

On my mind is “Theatre of The Absurd”, whose part definition means, ‘a form of drama that emphasizes the absurdity of human existence by employing purposeless and confusing situations, and plots that lack realistic or logical development.

My mind’s particular reference is an absurd incident that played out today, in broad daylight, and in front of my wide-open eyes in a butchery.

And like all absurd plays such as Beckett’s “Waiting for Godot”, the characters will not be introduced to you, the audience, except for their names and their miserable situation, which pans out as follows:

I enter the butchery to buy some steak, strictly minding my own business, Continue Reading "Theatre Of The Absurd In Covid-19 Times"

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"