We all have heroes in our lives and if you are lucky you get to meet your hero.
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.
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….
Friday, July 15, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
Walls of Kamiti
On 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Happy New Year
Dear 2011,
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
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.
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.
Welcome 2011…….
Love Liz
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
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.
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.
Welcome 2011…….
Love Liz
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Daddy's Coach
Today 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Rest in Peace Dad…..
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.
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.
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.
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.
Rest in Peace Dad…..
Monday, July 26, 2010
Appreciating the little things in life
Today 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.
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.
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.
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.
As I celebrate these people, I am glad they crossed my path and thankful for I am a better person.
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.
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.
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.
As I celebrate these people, I am glad they crossed my path and thankful for I am a better person.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Morning Adventure
I never thought I would use the Train, but thanks to traffic jam on Thika Rd I am now a registered member of the Rift Valley Railway.
Every day there is something to smile about, sitting at my favourite corner I watch all the happenings in the morning. There isn’t much drama at Kahawa West, everyone sits silently most of them looking sleepy. Next stop Githurai and this is where all the drama begins, from the Mokorino lady who pushes her way in to the guy who is always cursing her. The Mokorino lady always has the last laugh she always gets a sit.
Next stop is Mwiki, apart from the giggling school girls there isn’t much drama. I always wonder why they giggle, guess it is the fun of using the train.
Dandora….Dandora…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 Dandora where everyone knows the latest information on politics and they already know which team will win the world cup.
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.
If you thought you can get away without paying your fare, think again. RVR 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.
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 train
Every day there is something to smile about, sitting at my favourite corner I watch all the happenings in the morning. There isn’t much drama at Kahawa West, everyone sits silently most of them looking sleepy. Next stop Githurai and this is where all the drama begins, from the Mokorino lady who pushes her way in to the guy who is always cursing her. The Mokorino lady always has the last laugh she always gets a sit.
Next stop is Mwiki, apart from the giggling school girls there isn’t much drama. I always wonder why they giggle, guess it is the fun of using the train.
Dandora….Dandora…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 Dandora where everyone knows the latest information on politics and they already know which team will win the world cup.
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.
If you thought you can get away without paying your fare, think again. RVR 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.
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 train
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Her Story
Her smile is full of goodness, yet her eyes tell a different story,
A story she wishes to forget, a story full of pain and fear,
She wonders why her life had to be part of the sad story,
The images are still fresh in her young mind, she weeps,
She wishes she could tell the story without being so sad,
But how can she tell the story of the Monsters without crying,
Monsters that took her innocence by force, she weeps,
Monsters that did not care that she was a frightened child,
Monsters who enjoyed the act, Monsters, she weeps,
Monsters who are still roaming around, she weeps,
Monsters who taught her to hate, Monsters, she weeps,
How will she learn to smile with happy eyes?
Who will teach her how to smile with her eyes?
How can she ever tell her story without crying?
She wishes she can rewrite a happier story,
She wishes that the next chapter will be a happier one,
As she smiles she hopes her eyes will hide the sadness.
A story she wishes to forget, a story full of pain and fear,
She wonders why her life had to be part of the sad story,
The images are still fresh in her young mind, she weeps,
She wishes she could tell the story without being so sad,
But how can she tell the story of the Monsters without crying,
Monsters that took her innocence by force, she weeps,
Monsters that did not care that she was a frightened child,
Monsters who enjoyed the act, Monsters, she weeps,
Monsters who are still roaming around, she weeps,
Monsters who taught her to hate, Monsters, she weeps,
How will she learn to smile with happy eyes?
Who will teach her how to smile with her eyes?
How can she ever tell her story without crying?
She wishes she can rewrite a happier story,
She wishes that the next chapter will be a happier one,
As she smiles she hopes her eyes will hide the sadness.
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