It is a beautiful thing this thing we call love. It forms relationships and breaks them in a way. In some way,it is wrong to say love breaks but then again people understand this emotion quite differently.
I am in a matatu.... My colleague and I are heading home after a hard days work,production is really hardworking. Then,at Githurai,a commotion suddenly ensues,this conductor is at it again. Many of you already know how some of these conductors on our roads have the uncanny ability to change the fare amount once inside the vehicle. This was such a case but the lady was not even close to entertaining nonsense.so,as the small man-the conductor is busy demanding that they alight or pay up,she stays put.
By this time,she and the conductor are now engaged in a heated back and forth.
It turns out that this very assertive and loud lady has a male travelling companion who discreetly nudges her as a sign that they alight. Nope! Not this time bro.
She stubbornly insists that they are not going anywhere and they are not adding more money.
Anyway, the man soon alights and leaves the lady/woman still ranting.
By this time I am so proud of the woman.
She must have forgotten her own key,or she did not know where they were going because 20 metres ahead,she alighted too.Total anti-climax I must say.
The two of them, by the way,ended up not taking the money they were being offered by the small conductor and adding more cash to reach their destination am sure.
That is the end of my story, however,in the spirit of love; (I assumed they were a couple),shouldn't the man have stood up to this logical thinking woman? And also, maybe the woman should have alighted when asked very politely I must add by the man?
Love is patient,love is understanding...
Wednesday, 20 April 2016
Wednesday, 6 April 2016
GLORIA TSUMA OWICHIRA: Toa uniform wewe!!!
GLORIA TSUMA OWICHIRA: Toa uniform wewe!!!: A few years back while in high school,a few of my classmates after returning from a successful outing in coast returned to face charges of a...
GLORIA TSUMA OWICHIRA: Toa uniform wewe!!!
GLORIA TSUMA OWICHIRA: Toa uniform wewe!!!: A few years back while in high school,a few of my classmates after returning from a successful outing in coast returned to face charges of a...
Toa uniform wewe!!!
A few years back while in high school,a few of my classmates after returning from a successful outing in coast returned to face charges of a planned exercise of painting Mombasa red.
The thought crossed my mind as I traversed the streets of Nairobi this morning. I began to momentarily question the saying-if it walks and talks like a duck,then its a duck. Although, I believe that the problem originates from what the definition of a duck is.
These particular group of Kenyans looked like they were on an unholy pilgrimage having been released from a maximum confinement facility.
Were they so dis attached from the real world that they forgot untucked blouses no longer looked cool. Seriously, hopping from one city establishment to another clad in school uniform just portrays the dwindlingvlevel of style you posses.
Boys and girls,in 2016,combining your school uniform with funny hairstyles, cheap bandas and jewellery is wrong.
Heckling and using worn out sheng across the street disturbs us hardworking citizens and robs us our peace. It is worse when done in school uniform.
Your attire does nothing for you, you are a bother and should go home and at least change.then you may sneak and join other misguided individuals on the definition of 'cool and 'fun'.
Is that not the first lesson you learnt,when you first joined school?
"Toa uniform!".
The thought crossed my mind as I traversed the streets of Nairobi this morning. I began to momentarily question the saying-if it walks and talks like a duck,then its a duck. Although, I believe that the problem originates from what the definition of a duck is.
These particular group of Kenyans looked like they were on an unholy pilgrimage having been released from a maximum confinement facility.
Were they so dis attached from the real world that they forgot untucked blouses no longer looked cool. Seriously, hopping from one city establishment to another clad in school uniform just portrays the dwindlingvlevel of style you posses.
Boys and girls,in 2016,combining your school uniform with funny hairstyles, cheap bandas and jewellery is wrong.
Heckling and using worn out sheng across the street disturbs us hardworking citizens and robs us our peace. It is worse when done in school uniform.
Your attire does nothing for you, you are a bother and should go home and at least change.then you may sneak and join other misguided individuals on the definition of 'cool and 'fun'.
Is that not the first lesson you learnt,when you first joined school?
"Toa uniform!".
Thursday, 31 March 2016
THERE IS NO OTHR WAY TO SAY IT, REALLY.
This is a topic I appreciate plagues a considerable number of women especially those who are just through form four and through first year to college.
I am just going to dive straight into what I am compelled to say. some are from my own experience and some from friends experiences and some well, common sense.
ladies, girls when you get pregnant prematurely, it seems like its the end of life but it is not. its the beginning of a journey that you have to find the strength to embark.
Pregnancy is not a guarantee of love, or commitment. please, understand that.
Pregnancy is not a license to make horrible decisions for your life. You can still pick yourself up, dust yourself and move on.
Your child's sperm donor is not the only man remaining in this world, there is a man out there who loves you just as you are. baby and all- give him a chance.
Not all men are your child sperm donor, good men still exist.
when you get pregnant, don't make the decision to run away for the man, talk it over with your partner before making a decision. As rarely celebrated as they are, there are some men who take their responsibilities quite seriously.
There is always help, take it.
As many times as you fail, pick yourself up.
Abuse is not love- small girls move on.
harsh- if you come to my place to seek assylum from a sorry excuse of a man, and then take my advice and shove it down the drain plus all the help I have given you and still make the choice to leave and return to your hell: thats stupid. And be prepeared to face your hell, only leave when you are sure you are out.
There is no other way to say this.
I am just going to dive straight into what I am compelled to say. some are from my own experience and some from friends experiences and some well, common sense.
ladies, girls when you get pregnant prematurely, it seems like its the end of life but it is not. its the beginning of a journey that you have to find the strength to embark.
Pregnancy is not a guarantee of love, or commitment. please, understand that.
Pregnancy is not a license to make horrible decisions for your life. You can still pick yourself up, dust yourself and move on.
Your child's sperm donor is not the only man remaining in this world, there is a man out there who loves you just as you are. baby and all- give him a chance.
Not all men are your child sperm donor, good men still exist.
when you get pregnant, don't make the decision to run away for the man, talk it over with your partner before making a decision. As rarely celebrated as they are, there are some men who take their responsibilities quite seriously.
There is always help, take it.
As many times as you fail, pick yourself up.
Abuse is not love- small girls move on.
harsh- if you come to my place to seek assylum from a sorry excuse of a man, and then take my advice and shove it down the drain plus all the help I have given you and still make the choice to leave and return to your hell: thats stupid. And be prepeared to face your hell, only leave when you are sure you are out.
There is no other way to say this.
Monday, 28 March 2016
GLORIA TSUMA OWICHIRA: I CANNOT LET IT GO
GLORIA TSUMA OWICHIRA: I CANNOT LET IT GO: a few days ago, I was privileged to attend the inaugural Kenya Actors Guild Monologue challenge as a performer. I have never prepared for ...
I CANNOT LET IT GO
a few days ago, I was privileged to attend the inaugural Kenya Actors Guild Monologue challenge as a performer.
I have never prepared for a role quite as much as I had for this particular one. I inquired from my friend who is a talented creative writer and we discussed. i rehearsed in the bathroom , in the bus, in my head. Everywhere, literally.
I was determined to top any other performance I had ever delivered. I was sure i would be at least top three, I prayed and prayed that God would see me through this time because I had been on that stage before and I had not liked my performance very much{ a stage like that}.
Because, the performance is not what I am dwelling on, I will say that I never wonand my marks would not hvae earned me top 5. I was devastated even though at the back of mind, I knew I had done better than last time.
It has been 4 days since another girl was announced the winner and i have not stopped thinking of my next performance. I have researched the internet, I have reviewed the judges comments, I have not prayed yet, I am afraid God may not answer but I will get around to doing that because after all, fear is simply demonic.
[I will explain another day}
I am obssesed to say the least and I absolutely believe that until I get my spot among the top I cannot rest. I simply cannot let it go.
And I cannot wait for the next challenge to be better. I am working hard so that I can achieve my goals.
Okay, mostly this one called monologue challenge, I don't think as for now I even remember any other goal.I really want to mostly top my previous performance and it just occurred to me that if I approach this challenge like a personal challenge to better myself and my craft, the victory will be so unexpected because when that day comes- the victory will be sure and absolute.
you know kind of like when the judges for the got talent shows press the golden buzzer.
I have never prepared for a role quite as much as I had for this particular one. I inquired from my friend who is a talented creative writer and we discussed. i rehearsed in the bathroom , in the bus, in my head. Everywhere, literally.
I was determined to top any other performance I had ever delivered. I was sure i would be at least top three, I prayed and prayed that God would see me through this time because I had been on that stage before and I had not liked my performance very much{ a stage like that}.
Because, the performance is not what I am dwelling on, I will say that I never wonand my marks would not hvae earned me top 5. I was devastated even though at the back of mind, I knew I had done better than last time.
It has been 4 days since another girl was announced the winner and i have not stopped thinking of my next performance. I have researched the internet, I have reviewed the judges comments, I have not prayed yet, I am afraid God may not answer but I will get around to doing that because after all, fear is simply demonic.
[I will explain another day}
I am obssesed to say the least and I absolutely believe that until I get my spot among the top I cannot rest. I simply cannot let it go.
And I cannot wait for the next challenge to be better. I am working hard so that I can achieve my goals.
Okay, mostly this one called monologue challenge, I don't think as for now I even remember any other goal.I really want to mostly top my previous performance and it just occurred to me that if I approach this challenge like a personal challenge to better myself and my craft, the victory will be so unexpected because when that day comes- the victory will be sure and absolute.
you know kind of like when the judges for the got talent shows press the golden buzzer.
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