tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55859352192124994742023-06-20T06:09:19.078-07:00Mapenzi MatamuIts all about my experiences and my journey home...Just a writer expressing herself.....Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781647057342901275noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585935219212499474.post-40287832562434653172018-04-26T04:03:00.001-07:002018-04-26T04:03:33.801-07:00Hope<br />
Nothing in life comes easy, we have to fight all odds to get what we want. I have been reading the story of Joseph and David (My favorite stories in the Bible). Apart from being inspiring I learnt a lot from these two great men.<br />
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Joseph was used by God to save his people from dying of drought but to be able to save them he had to withstand hate from his eleven brothers and imprisonment in Egypt. From his story we learn that God can use your pain to make you a victor.<br />
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Although David was anointed to be a king, while still a boy he had to go through a lot of turmoil to become king, from Saul trying to kill him to his own son trying to over throw him. He stood firm through it all and he was one of the best kings that Israel ever had.<br />
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There was a time I was looking for a job for over three years with no luck, in between I tried different businesses and some failed terribly. I remember crying and wondering when my light would shine, failed business and a hundred interviews that were never fruitful. I would pray and tell God I want a job right now, but God does not work like a microwave, he makes everything perfect at his time. <br />
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I do not know what you are going through but I know it shall be well, God is working behind the scenes. Do not give up on your businesses if they fail keep pushing, every day you learn a new hustle and as long as you are giving it 100%, God will be right by your side.<br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781647057342901275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585935219212499474.post-33722862110747256052016-02-09T09:39:00.003-08:002016-02-09T09:39:22.130-08:00Clearing the Jellies in your life....<br />
I discovered "Candy Crush" game the other day, and one of my friends tells me am really behind news.<br />
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Anyway as I was playing this game of clearing jelly, it reminded me of my life. <br />
Many are the times I have had a lot of jellies to clear in my life, just like the game there is that one stubborn jelly that gives me pain. That makes me want to give up, and just quit, and just like in the game I give myself more chances to fight it.<br />
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In life we will always have problems, small, big name it, but how we fight is what matters. How we rise after the problem is what matters, do you beat yourself up for something that is beyond you? Do you let the problem affect you spiritually and health wise? Or do you shake yourself, smile and give yourself more chances to fight.<br />
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I believe in the power of prayers, as you fight, say a prayer that our Good Lord will give you the strength to fight the right battles.<br />
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Keep clearing the jellies in your life away.<br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781647057342901275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585935219212499474.post-88896648660452732552016-01-13T23:14:00.003-08:002016-01-13T23:14:49.087-08:00NOAH’S ARK<br />
Today as I was reading the story of Noah in the Bible, it made me reflect on what I want in my life in 2016.<br />
Without realizing it we build arks in our lives on a daily basis but we do not follow God's guidance on what to take inside the Ark. We take in hate, vengeance, low self esteem, and a lot of issues that burden us on our daily walk.<br />
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As we start off this New Year, let’s start it by building Arks that will withstand every storm in our lives, let’s build arks of love, kindness, patience, and all things positive in life. <br />
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As you build your Ark learn to listen to God’s voice just like Noah did, Happy New Year.<br />
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Let me start building my Ark.<br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781647057342901275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585935219212499474.post-23837945654229576032014-12-31T12:32:00.002-08:002014-12-31T12:32:31.119-08:00From the Known to the Unknown....2015 is 30 minutes away as I write this. I am all alone in the house, my husband is in another corner of Kenya keeping peace and our little princess is asleep.<br />
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As I reflect on 2014 and all that happened I am greateful, greatful for the lessons and the gift of good health. As I usher in 2015 my Prayer is that the lessons 2014 taught me will help me become a better person and that I will be able to fight the fear of the unknown.<br />
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My prayer is that nothing will hold me back in fighting for my dreams and achieving them. I also pray that my country Kenya will be more secure so I can have my husband near me {;)}....<br />
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My prayer is that my family and friends will be well and that 2015 will treat them kind....<br />
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As I sit all alone in the house I can't help but thank my heavenly father for the gift of life...Let me count along with the rest of Kenya...5,4,3,2,1....HAVE A BLESSED 2015Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781647057342901275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585935219212499474.post-63715168248191991282014-07-08T11:12:00.001-07:002014-07-08T11:12:07.123-07:00Life’s little lessons….<br />
Today as I was taking my morning jog, I remembered how it was hard for me when I started. There is a small hill that I have to pass and I really hated it, every time I got there I would tell my husband that I need to rest, he would push me on, do not stop jogging just slow down but do not stop.<br />
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That is how life is, that hill represents the hardships we endure. We want to stop and take the easy route but we have to push on, you can stop to refocus but you have to keep moving and when you get on the other side of the hill you will realize nothing lasts forever and the satisfaction of having endured makes you a fighter. <br />
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As you pass the hills of life slow down but do not stop, keep fighting and jogging through all of them.<br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781647057342901275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585935219212499474.post-51932372854817749202014-02-03T09:37:00.003-08:002014-02-03T09:37:47.334-08:00Happy Birthday Caro....Dear Caro,<br />
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Today is a big milestone for you, turning 25.<br />
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I want to wish you well, happiness, love and joy, am so proud for the far you've come. Watching you fight so many obstacles and still smiling through it all. I envy you Swits, I had not achieved what you have, when I was 25. Hold your head high, because you are an amazing, confident woman and I thank God Leyla has you to guide her.<br />
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Thank you for what you been in my life, more than a sister, you have never turned your back and though i am older I always learn alot from you. As you celebrate your birthday, remember i love you so very much and i'm keeping this space open because i know you are going places. <br />
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Happy Birthday First born and Mapenzi tele.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781647057342901275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585935219212499474.post-6049534745247128242014-01-11T23:12:00.000-08:002014-01-11T23:12:15.323-08:00My Mathare...One thing I remember most while growing up in Mathare Slums is the LOVE we shared, back then we were one big community. It saddens me what has become of Mathare right now, Tribalism has taken root, and the sad part is that the ones causing it is our generation.<br />
Back in the day I remember my mum speaking luo and kamba so well, we did not have the tribal barrier. Our parents did not care about it, instead they cared about raising children as a community. <br />
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Christmas was for all, Fatuma would braid our hair so well, while Akumu would cook great pilau, then we would all go for Maji Mazuri camping trip. I wish I can recall where we went wrong, what happened that we lost respect for human life, what made us feel so at ease to kill each other so quickly.<br />
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I wish I knew when we allowed our heads to be filled with dirt about other tribes, I wish I would go back to my Mathare, where we would play outside till late in the evening with no worries, where one neighbour’s loss was a loss for all of us and where children were not afraid of being associated to a particular tribe.<br />
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I thank God for the young people who are still fighting to have that Mathare back, Titus Kuria, Julius Mwelu, Wairimu Gitau, Maji Mazuri Youth group, Roots Group, David Waithaka, and our big sister Naomi who loves Mathare in a special way. I pray and wish that My Mathare will be back one day, but as we wait lets spread LOVE, LOVE and more LOVE….<br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781647057342901275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585935219212499474.post-91650644009264571032013-03-25T13:03:00.004-07:002013-03-25T13:03:50.521-07:00A letter to my daughterLeyla, today you turn one year old. You have been and are such a blessing, watching you grow has been a joy. Every day I pray for you sweetheart, I pray that God will always watch and Guide you, as you grow. I pray that life will treat you kind, that every experience will make you strong and a better person. I love you very much and you will never lack in that department, I will not always be able to shield you from the hardships of life but you will always lean on me.<br />
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Leyla, since you came into this world our lives have changed, you have helped us smile even in the most difficult times and as your mum I promise as you grow I will help you smile even when it is hard to smile. Sweetheart you are only one today but one day you will read this and when that time comes I pray that you will have become a woman that we are all proud of, may you have your father’s kind heart and may you have my confidence but above all that you will be your own person, a woman who is prayerful, confident, kind, strong, wise and loving.<br />
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Sweetheart, I am more than blessed to have you in my life and always remember I’ll be your first home. I pray when everything in life turns upside down that you will still be able to keep the balance….I wish you love and so much more…..I love you so much and you are my best.<br />
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Happy Birthday….<br />
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With lots of love,<br />
Mum.<br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781647057342901275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585935219212499474.post-35440634209997862112013-03-02T07:12:00.001-08:002013-03-02T07:15:30.022-08:00Vote PeaceThe elections are here again! <br />
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Every Kenyan is voting for peace, and I pray that we will not let any politician lead us on the wrong road.<br />
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I love Kenya, my best friends come from different tribes and we have never had an issue with our tribes.<br />
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My Luo friend has taught me the art of cooking and eating fish, my Nubian friend has taught me culture, my Somali friend has showed me the art of business, I can’t live without my friends and that is why I pray come March 4th Peace, Love and Unity will be voted in.<br />
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As you vote on March 4th remember we need each other, you need your neighbor and after the elections he will still be your neighbor, kindly remember he is the one you turn to when you need help, do not let any politician tell you otherwise.<br />
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As I vote I will be thinking of my daughter, I pray that peace wins the day and that she will have a great future in this great land. <br />
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God Bless Kenya!<br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781647057342901275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585935219212499474.post-78296681752775923652012-05-13T00:57:00.000-07:002012-05-13T00:59:51.424-07:00Journey to Motherhood....Its been a while since I last wrote...
In June 2011 I became pregnant and my life changed, being pregnant was fun...mostly when it came to doing banking, no lining up and getting first priority i miss that....
It was a good journey everything was new, baby kicks were the best it made me realise that someone else was depending on me. I gave birth in March 26th 2012, if there is a movie director reading this, you should do a movie on the dramas that take place at a Labour ward (a story for another day)...the pain of giving birth is bitter sweet, knowing you are about to bring a bundle of joy into the world makes the pain worthwhile...
My daughter came into the world at 1.14 am and when i heard her cry i just cried, it was a miracle and a gift that i will forever thank my God for...holding her in my arms and looking into her tiny eyes melted my heart, i was now a mum and since that hour my life has been revolving around her....
Today as we celebrate mothers day, I am proud to be a mum...I am a new mum but i would do anything for my angel she is the center of my life and i have come to understand my mum more....Like my dear friend Des told me, the best i can do for my daughter is to Cheerish her coz God entrusted me with her....
I am thankful to so many people who have stood by myside, answered all the questions that i kept asking....To my dearest friend Lilly i am glad we walked through this journey together, my sister Loise, thanks for teaching everything i know today about babies and to Des thanks for the advice....Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781647057342901275noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585935219212499474.post-18462205971240936042011-07-15T02:47:00.000-07:002011-07-15T02:49:42.474-07:00Dreams Do come true…We all have heroes in our lives and if you are lucky you get to meet your hero.<br /><br />I have always admired one man, his name is Mr.Vimal Shah (Director - BIDCO). I cannot pinpoint the exact date he became one of my heros, but I can remember seeing him on TV and thinking, God he is so humble and he has achieved so much. At another event he was being honored as one of the best Directors in Kenya, he was also among those chosen to spearhead changes in football organization in the country. He is also one of the highest tax payers in Kenya.<br /><br />On 14/07/2011 I met this great man, as I shook his hand I could not help but stare. True he was humble and welcoming, and as I did my presentation I was full of confidence. I wanted to forget about my presentation for a minute and tell him how without knowing it he had changed my life but I focused on what had led me to his office. I am glad I met him, my dream did come true…Mr. Vimal Shah thank you for being so humble and for teaching me to never set myself up for failure but for success….Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781647057342901275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585935219212499474.post-57842783430151100012011-01-14T00:55:00.000-08:002011-01-14T00:57:00.682-08:00Walls of KamitiOn my way home I always see Kamiti Maximum Prison, with its walls so high and strong. I went to visit a friend the other day, and Kamiti taught me the value of freedom.<br /><br />Behind the walls are men, whose eyes tell tales of a world you would not want to be in. I cannot help but stare at the men I try to smile but I give a broken smile. As I chat with my friend over barbed wire, with chains tied on him I am mad and sorry for him. Mad that advice given was taken for granted and sorry that he had to learn the hard way the value of freedom.<br /><br />My friend tells me he might be behind the walls of Kamiti but I might also be creating my own walls of Kamiti. I agreed with him, many are times we create walls around ourselves, afraid to let the world see us for who we are, afraid of heartbreaks and afraid the someone might actually care enough to break down the walls.<br /><br />As you boast with your so called freedom, try and bring down the walls of Kamiti that you have built so firmly. Let love break them down and let hope show the true freedom of life.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781647057342901275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585935219212499474.post-81928418646555592722011-01-14T00:52:00.000-08:002011-01-14T00:54:56.560-08:00Happy New YearDear 2011,<br /><br />Welcome to my life, hope you will treat me kind unlike 2010. 2010 had its fair share of troubles but I am past that now. I welcome you with a lot of hope and faith. Hope of good things to come and Faith that God will be walking with me through out the year<br /><br />I welcome you to my humble home, don’t worry about the unfinished business of 2010. I plan to finish what I start and smile through the steps I make with you. I know it will not be easy stepping in the unknown but I trust in you I have a feeling you will not let me down.<br /><br />I have not listed down any resolutions; I plan on taking each day as it comes. So far so good, feel at home and my prayer is that you will treat all my loved ones well and guide them back when they loose their way.<br /><br />Welcome 2011…….<br /><br />Love LizAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781647057342901275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585935219212499474.post-13751918715145622292010-10-05T00:49:00.001-07:002010-10-05T00:49:58.302-07:00Daddy's CoachToday I sit on your coach daddy, doing websites like I used to while you were around, I keep staring at your picture on the wall just to make sure you are there. Tonight everything is different, not like when you were here watching the news while I did my design work.<br /><br />Dad I miss you so much, I have sat were you used to sit so I can feel your presence and it seems to work. I feel you so near your presence fills the room. Tony is talking about you and how you loved this coach. The times you made us watch the news with you and the advices you gave, back then we laughed it off but now everything makes sense.<br /><br />At times I do not want to think about you because I am afraid of the reality that you have gone. I wish that you have traveled and that you will come back to us safe and sound but I have to accept reality in order to be able to move on. Friends keep asking if I am ok, I smile and say I am doing fine but deep inside I am heartbroken. <br /><br />People say time heals all wounds but Dad I am afraid this wound will never heal, guess time will help me deal with it. I do not want to cry because you taught us better, I will be strong for everyone else. <br /><br />Dad as I sit on your coach and type this I know you are in a better place and that you will always be near us. I love you and miss you so much.<br /><br />Rest in Peace Dad…..Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781647057342901275noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585935219212499474.post-12594048569288984862010-07-26T22:03:00.000-07:002010-07-26T22:05:45.688-07:00Appreciating the little things in lifeToday I am celebrating people who have changed my life without knowing it. People who make me realize the value of the little things that I take for granted, people who live there lives with a smile on their faces.<br /><br />There is this man who sales “mkate wa mayai” {coast pizza} near the coast bus terminus. Though I do not know his name, he makes me smile and appreciate those little things in life. He has this bright smile as he cooks his pizzas, he loves his job so much, he welcomes everyone with a smile and the usual “good morning” no matter the time. Most are the times we complain about our jobs and bosses but this man who earns so little never complains, he has learnt the secret to life and as I munch away my pizza I am glad I met him. Through him I have learnt the art of smiling from the heart and the secret of having so many people smile back at me.<br /><br />The other day I was having a chat with our security guard at the office, he was telling me his dreams and how he guards at night and goes to school during the day. I asked him if he ever sleeps, he looked at me with a smile and told me he will sleep when he achieves his dreams. Looking at him you can never tell he rarely sleeps, he does his work so well. It is people like him who make me realize the power of dreams and the faith to fight for what you want.<br /><br />I am blessed to have four mothers with four beautiful girls, they raised there daughters in Kenya’s largest and notorious slums Kibera, Mathare and Korogocho. They strived hard to give there daughters the best and it paid off well with one daughter in America and the other three having great careers. They smiled as they sold Changaa, Mandazis and sukuma wiki knowing there dreams would come to pass. As I look at them I am glad to be who I am today, they taught me well they taught me the power of prayers, the power of dreams and knowing you can be what you want to be.<br /><br />As I celebrate these people, I am glad they crossed my path and thankful for I am a better person.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781647057342901275noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585935219212499474.post-43368056771211561002010-06-22T00:35:00.000-07:002010-06-22T00:38:40.341-07:00Morning AdventureI never thought I would use the Train, but thanks to traffic jam on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Thika</span> Rd I am now a registered member of the Rift Valley Railway.<br /><br />Every day there is something to smile about, sitting at my favourite corner I watch all the happenings in the morning. There <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">isn</span>’t much drama at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kahawa</span> West, everyone sits silently most of them looking sleepy. Next stop <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Githurai</span> and this is where all the drama begins, from the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mokorino</span> lady who pushes her way in to the guy who is always cursing her. The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mokorino</span> lady always has the last laugh she always gets a sit.<br /><br />Next stop is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mwiki</span>, apart from the giggling school girls there <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">isn</span>’t much drama. I always wonder why they giggle, guess it is the fun of using the train.<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Dandora</span>….<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Dandora</span>…center of all drama. This where grown men prefer hanging on the windows so as not to pay the fare, this is where the ladies have discovered the art of dodging the tout. It is in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Dandora</span> where <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">everyone</span> knows the latest information on politics and they already know which team will win the world cup.<br /><br />Thanks to using the train I now eat groundnut daily, the ladies selling them make sure you have a bite as you make your to work or home.<br /><br />If you thought you can get away without paying your fare, think again. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">RVR</span> have employed some G4S guards whose sole purpose is to make sure that you pay and when they get you, you will part with more money.<br /><br />As I alight the Train there is a warm welcoming voice thanking us for us the train and reminding us to alight with all our luggage. I always walk away smiling, waiting for my next adventure on the trainAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781647057342901275noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585935219212499474.post-18539220052413608392010-03-03T05:08:00.000-08:002010-03-03T05:10:43.897-08:00Her StoryHer smile is full of goodness, yet her eyes tell a different story,<br />A story she wishes to forget, a story full of pain and fear,<br />She wonders why her life had to be part of the sad story,<br />The images are still fresh in her young mind, she weeps,<br />She wishes she could tell the story without being so sad,<br />But how can she tell the story of the Monsters without crying,<br />Monsters that took her innocence by force, she weeps,<br />Monsters that did not care that she was a frightened child,<br />Monsters who enjoyed the act, Monsters, she weeps,<br />Monsters who are still roaming around, she weeps,<br />Monsters who taught her to hate, Monsters, she weeps,<br />How will she learn to smile with happy eyes?<br />Who will teach her how to smile with her eyes?<br />How can she ever tell her story without crying?<br />She wishes she can rewrite a happier story,<br />She wishes that the next chapter will be a happier one,<br />As she smiles she hopes her eyes will hide the sadness.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781647057342901275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585935219212499474.post-68131654543166613382009-12-17T01:12:00.000-08:002009-12-17T03:20:40.614-08:00Old School ChristmasAs we approach Christmas, I miss the old school Christmas. Things have really changed, back then we used to pray that Christmas would never end. One of the things I miss most is shopping for Christmas clothes, I had so much fun. I would get a Pink dress, white socks, pink heeled shoes who would beat that. My poor brothers were bought the same trousers, same shoes and same shirts. The smell of new clothes really excited me, the worst part would be waiting for Christmas.<br /><br />Christmas Eve and all kids would be allowed to play outside till midnight, while we waited for the Mass to begin. Come Christmas morning, first thing would be taking a bath all the while thinking of how I would floss with my new outfit. I would visit all my neighbors so they could see my stunning outfit, the worst part would be having the same outfit as your neighbor’s kid.<br /><br />The day’s menu would be Chapati and Ndengu, for some reason everyone in the neighborhood cooked the same dish. After having our lunch, a visit to the local photo studio was a guarantee, the poses were to die for. The day’s outing would be at Uhuru Park, the boat rides and photo sessions were a must.<br /><br />I wish I would go back to that, maybe this Christmas I will do it the old school way.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781647057342901275noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585935219212499474.post-33081205835582092602009-09-24T11:40:00.000-07:002009-09-24T11:41:35.118-07:00PINK DRESSWhen I was a kid I had a beautiful pink dress, every time I wore it I would glow with confidence. It was my source of confidence, it had that magic touch that would transform me from a shy little girl to confident girl. One day i tried wearing my pink dress but it did not fit any more, I was hurt and scared, I had nothing to show off anymore. My confidence was at 0% and no other dress would bring back my glow.<br /><br />In life we have that pink dress we hold on to for so long, the one that gives you the glow and confidence you need. Many a time we forget that we do not need anything or anyone to give us the confidence we need. We forget that when the pink dress does not fit any more you will need to buy a new dress, you need to learn to make people see you can glow in every situation.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781647057342901275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585935219212499474.post-63678900836894453002009-07-27T11:51:00.000-07:002009-07-27T12:09:41.327-07:00My MovieLast night i had a talk with my director...he had some good news for me, he would let me watch a clip of my movie. I was so excited for i was the star and i had the best director.<br /><br />The first scene was of a beautiful baby girl, surrounded by smiling faces...oh that was me, guess i was a day old. As the movie progresses i see the baby girl growing up...many are the times she falls but with the help of the director she is up again.<br />As i continue watching my movie, i realize there were times i hid from the director, i thought i would be able to direct my own movie, but he never left me he was always waiting to help make that important shot.<br /><br />The director paused the movie and i knew i didnt have to watch the rest of it, from the little i had seen, i knew we rise, we fall and we never give up. I knew with God as my director i did not have to be afraid.....<br /><br />My director has taught me to love and laugh with my heart, he has taught me the value of hard work and most importantly he has told me that he has good plans for me.<br /><br />I do not know what to expect in the movie of my life, but one thing is i want to make the script enjoyble, i want the Director to enjoy directing it...i want to have the best ending....i wnat to let God lead the way.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781647057342901275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585935219212499474.post-76579115385861393102009-06-18T06:13:00.001-07:002009-06-18T06:21:35.417-07:00Beautiful HeartbreakPlease let it be a "beautiful heartbreak"<br />where i love you even after the goodbye<br />where you smile at me from the heart<br />where we hold hands as we part ways<br />where i promise to always be a friend<br />where you promise to be happy again<br />Let it be a "Beautiful Heartbreak"Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781647057342901275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585935219212499474.post-42108228102305974382009-05-07T04:12:00.001-07:002009-05-07T04:27:32.422-07:00Dear Mum,I wish i knew how to thank you, i wish i knew what to say to show you how much you mean to me.<br /><br />You are my bestfriend, we have cried and laughed together. Mum i want to thank you for everything, for making sure i was well provided for. You have always wanted whats best for me, i thank you for the spanking when i was a kid, it helped mama....see i grew up to be a responsible lady. Mama i don't know how you do it, taking care of us so well, and managing to smile through it all.<br /><br />Mum remember when i was young and i would take my other siblings for a dive at 'Kita', we would come back home dirty and hungry, you would always show me some tough love and feed me well, i would promise not to do it again but i broke my promises so often. Yet you let me get away with it, part of growing up i guess. Mum you have so much love to give.<br /><br />Mum you are my hero, i want to be everything you are. As we celebrate mothers day i just want to let you know that i love you and that you are the best gift that God has given me.<br /><strong>In your eyes i see what i want to become.</strong>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781647057342901275noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585935219212499474.post-79027149251456847432009-04-22T04:31:00.000-07:002009-04-22T04:32:55.922-07:00Little SituationsScene 1: On the way home there was on accident, you just peeped safely from your car window, never giving it a second thought. Only to reach home and be told that one of your relatives was among those who died in the tragic accident. MMMhhhh…the things we ignore assuming we are safe.<br /><br />Scene 2: You are on your way to the bus stop, you see this ‘friend’ you pretend to like, you decide to ignore him/her. When you get in the matatu you discover you have forgotten your bus fare at home and you hid from the only person who would have helped you………<br /><br />Let us call them the little situations we ignore only to regret later. Today on your way home, stop and notice those little situations, you never know what will happen when you ignore.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781647057342901275noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585935219212499474.post-84865689526156799692009-02-02T22:55:00.000-08:002009-02-02T23:21:27.395-08:00God save our Beloved country......Am afraid of watching the news, to much bad news. First it was the bus accident that killed 29 people, before we could even wipe away the tears another tragedy....the Nakumatt fire.In my heart of hearts i know many people could have been saved but our goverment let us down with lack of equipment......while still mourning for the Nakumatt victims a terrible fire in Molo kills more than 100 people......i don't want to blame anyone....all i can do is Pray for is my beloved country.<br /><br />I remember last year same time.....Kenyans were busy killing each other and burning churches....maybe we are paying for our sins. I pray that God will forgive us, i pray that there will be nomore blood shed, i pray that our leaders will for once do the right thing and serve the common mwananchi and i pray that God will stregthen all those who have lost loved ones. As the Bible tells us troubles don't last always and that joy comes in the morning.....thats my prayer for Kenya<br /><br />God bless KenyaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781647057342901275noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585935219212499474.post-77559422474935768892008-12-29T00:44:00.000-08:002008-12-29T01:00:42.767-08:00HAPPY HOLIDAYSI really love Christmas, i love everything about Christmas. This Christmas was special, i got to spend it with the people i love, family members whom i had not seen in a long time. <br /><br />This Christmas we got to host a family/friends party....it was fun, apart from scrubbing the sufurias. Having so many people at our place made me appreciate the gift of family, friends, love and good health.......though two mbuzis had to die for us to enjoy...mmm...(i should become a vegeterian...). We had fun, shared stories and hugs were in plenty.....i also got to share this Christmas with my Muslim brothers and sisters......now thats what i call a special Christmas....<br /><br />This Christmas was special because Kenyans celebrated without fear like last year...we had Peace, i thank God for that.....As the new year approaches i pray that peace,Love and unity will prevail....i do not make any resolutions....i just live my life with hope that the Best is Yet to Come..........Happy New Year.....Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781647057342901275noreply@blogger.com2