Hallo friends and a great 2017 from yours truly- me.
Thank you for being here and being able to read my stuff,it's like listening to me talk which is one of my favourite things in the world.
We like to celebrate life when good things happen,we like to notice and hold onto the good things that happened in our lives.We often trivialize or altogether fail to appreciate the not-so good that happens even though all the good and bad all come together to complete this fabric called life.
When addressed in the form of art such as music or written prose or a painting,it is often too heavy to handle but(pause),it is there.The not so great times in our lives are present.
Some of us are equipped to handle the heavy stuff that comes our way but a good number of those around us are not.Lifes tides often overwhelms them and we refuse to see or are unable to handle them when they are at their lowest.Its happening even amongst our peers,our friends being unable to handle the 'too much' that is thrown their way.Feelings of severe despondency and rejection (I got that from Wikipedia)-DEPRESSION.We have sometimes gone to a certain extent of losing our loved ones in one of the worst ways to lose loved ones(not that there really is a good way anyway).
They commit suicide.
But what happened? He was in medicine school,he was a promising camera guy-we even just shot a short film,she was a great fashionista(those who get away with matching polka dots,stripes,checked in one outfit),she was such a chatter box....But what happened?
Sometimes,the only emotion is pain,The feeling-is-hurt.
Talking and talking but never really getting heard
I try to keep my head above the water but under it I can feel something
The years keep passing by and it feels like am stuck in a damaged time machine
I am surrounded by my peeps but they never really see me,
The only emotion I relate to is pain,the feeling is hurt.
They keep saying to find inner strength but I have nothing,
When I am down and the figures above me are only moving forward
And as I grapple on the gravel,scarring my hands in the process,tryin' hold on to something,someone,
Pain is the only emotion and the feeling? The feeling is hurt
When I give all to a man and it is not enough
When I search inside me to give that which I do not have
When all I am left with are parts of me,
I am broken but nobody reads through the smile that does not quite reach my eyes,
Through the glimmer in my eyes that are tears threatening to come through anytime
I am screaming' Hallo!!!!!!!!" But all I get is my echo,
All I really feel is pain
And a new day is not welcome,it's not new to me,
It's just another scene in my script filled with lines of hurt,
I am right there,in the rain,sinking deeper and deeper in the mud but everyone is locked up in their houses safe and sound.
So,I pick up the blade and slit my wrists slowly,it has to be this way,the pain is the only emotion I got.
--------------------------------------------------Epilogoue
I am not asking to be dependent on anyone.All I am saying is when your outgoing girlfriend suddenly quits all social media sites,maybe it's a cry for help.When suicide becomes a fascinating topic with your actor-friend,maybe you should pay closer attention.Because sometimes when the only emotion these friends of ours start feeling is pain,it may be too late for both of you.
(Depression is real,it's important to understand the signs and offer help as far as we can.)
Thursday, 19 January 2017
Thursday, 29 December 2016
WHAT A YEAR!!!! WOOOOW!!!
2016- It came and is just about to leave.How was it? Nobody has asked me this question,they all want to wish me a prosperous ,happy 2017.So,like so many people,I would like to look back on a few issues that made 2016,the year it was,for me at least.
a) Personal Growth
This has been a very successful are for me.I have understood that I talk a lot and many times seek the services of my brain later.So,this year,I tried to engage my head on a few occasions because I discovered you cannot live like that forever.I was also able to deal with my short-temper but I did fall sometimes,only sometimes.Things have taught me that I am stronger than I have given myself credit for but that is a lesson I picked up this year.
I have began my lessons on finding happiness and 'completeness' in solitude.
I am grateful for the circumstances that shook my being for in them I became stronger.
b)Finances/Income
Haha,whaaaat finances? That is probably what my bank account would ask.This was very elusive this year.However,it was the year,I visited an investment institution and saved some money from some money I got here and there.
2016 was the year I discovered I had an entrepreneurial spirit:how did I sell clothes and soap to survive?
I am grateful for the times I didn't have any money,for then I appreciated the times I did.
c)Friends
I acquired new friends in the most unlikely places.Some are still around, some served their purpose and left.I discovered things I did not know about some of my friends and got to appreciate them in ways I have never done.
This was the year I mentally erased people in my life from the folder marked friends and filled that space with other names I consider worthy.
It was the year I discovered that money and friends is not the best concoction to use in the dish called life.
I am grateful for the ones who left because then I appreciated the ones who stayed.
d) Family
I spent a good amount of time with family and for the larger part it was filled with laughter.
I am greatful for the times we did not talk because then I appreciated the times we talked and laughed.
e)God
Isn't he great? Oh,I think I have interacted with his word more in this year than I have all my life.It has been such a revelation and my oh my,what a journey it has been.
I am grateful for the good,the bad,the hard,the easy because of them I appreciated that all in all you are GOD.
f) Fun
Do you know I actually paid for a trip outside town.Me,who is always worried money will end.
There was indeed something about 2016.
I am grateful for the times I chose to watch life go by because now I appreciate the times I got into the party and had a little fun.
g)Men
Oh men!!!! You have disturbed me this year,tho!!!!! The ones who left, the ones who resurfaced from God knows where, the ones who never noticed,the ones who made entrances then left as abruptly as they got here.
Ah!
I am grateful for each of you creatures of God because you made me appreciate the woman-Gloria.You made me appreciate the One who was is on the way.But most importantly you made me appreciate just how special I am.
Lastly,to all of you who took time to read my pieces,to share my pieces,to correct grammatical errors,to comment,I am grateful,super grateful actually.
My message:
You need to understand that you are made in a special way and even though not everyone will appreciate you,appreciate those who do.
That,you can actually do that which you think you can,you can learn that which you don't know.
That,I will be praying for you.
Duly signed,
Grateful me-Gloria Tsuma Owichira
PS:Almost forgot-
How was 2016?
a) Personal Growth
This has been a very successful are for me.I have understood that I talk a lot and many times seek the services of my brain later.So,this year,I tried to engage my head on a few occasions because I discovered you cannot live like that forever.I was also able to deal with my short-temper but I did fall sometimes,only sometimes.Things have taught me that I am stronger than I have given myself credit for but that is a lesson I picked up this year.
I have began my lessons on finding happiness and 'completeness' in solitude.
I am grateful for the circumstances that shook my being for in them I became stronger.
b)Finances/Income
Haha,whaaaat finances? That is probably what my bank account would ask.This was very elusive this year.However,it was the year,I visited an investment institution and saved some money from some money I got here and there.
2016 was the year I discovered I had an entrepreneurial spirit:how did I sell clothes and soap to survive?
I am grateful for the times I didn't have any money,for then I appreciated the times I did.
c)Friends
I acquired new friends in the most unlikely places.Some are still around, some served their purpose and left.I discovered things I did not know about some of my friends and got to appreciate them in ways I have never done.
This was the year I mentally erased people in my life from the folder marked friends and filled that space with other names I consider worthy.
It was the year I discovered that money and friends is not the best concoction to use in the dish called life.
I am grateful for the ones who left because then I appreciated the ones who stayed.
d) Family
I spent a good amount of time with family and for the larger part it was filled with laughter.
I am greatful for the times we did not talk because then I appreciated the times we talked and laughed.
e)God
Isn't he great? Oh,I think I have interacted with his word more in this year than I have all my life.It has been such a revelation and my oh my,what a journey it has been.
I am grateful for the good,the bad,the hard,the easy because of them I appreciated that all in all you are GOD.
f) Fun
Do you know I actually paid for a trip outside town.Me,who is always worried money will end.
There was indeed something about 2016.
I am grateful for the times I chose to watch life go by because now I appreciate the times I got into the party and had a little fun.
g)Men
Oh men!!!! You have disturbed me this year,tho!!!!! The ones who left, the ones who resurfaced from God knows where, the ones who never noticed,the ones who made entrances then left as abruptly as they got here.
Ah!
I am grateful for each of you creatures of God because you made me appreciate the woman-Gloria.You made me appreciate the One who was is on the way.But most importantly you made me appreciate just how special I am.
Lastly,to all of you who took time to read my pieces,to share my pieces,to correct grammatical errors,to comment,I am grateful,super grateful actually.
My message:
You need to understand that you are made in a special way and even though not everyone will appreciate you,appreciate those who do.
That,you can actually do that which you think you can,you can learn that which you don't know.
That,I will be praying for you.
Duly signed,
Grateful me-Gloria Tsuma Owichira
PS:Almost forgot-
How was 2016?
Wednesday, 23 November 2016
FAMILY,FAM-LIE FARMILIAR?
Family is supposed to be a unit where one feels safe. Most of the time it is a unit of association connected by blood.This blood association,in my opinion makes members get away with so much.
Let me pick one that gets to my last nerve after a man beating up a woman.
Female Genital mutilation.I am talking about the intentional mutilation of a woman's clitoris for whatever misguided and outdated reason known to these bad people.
I am going to try and explain in a very simple way what this archaic habit does to women.It completely and utterly destroys her genitalia leaving only a tiny hole to pass urine.Do I need to say that this very natural process ceases to be natural and is a conscious effort after FGM? Some take up to 20 minutes to pass urine,a process that would normally take what? 3 minutes tops?
The pain caused by this inhumane act is very much. There is pain at every stage: during the cut,after the cut,before the cut.They make every bodily function that is supposes to make a woman,woman very painful.
Mensturation is a nigtmare, sex is like a bad bad scary horror movie and the most beautiful task performed by a woman-childbirth- unfathomable.
For those who are at least lucky to get pregnant: some end up sterile due to the many infections that keep recurring after this procedure.
This particular woman was born healthy and fine, with dreams of having her own family,and then because of some ungodly reason,someone decides to take away her clitoris.
Some girls die in the process. That you get,I don't need to go into detail.
FGM is illegal in many parts of the world.Yes,it is performed in countries other than Kenya.
However,this practice is still very much alive.
How? The answer is US.
Us- is the father who looks the other side when the season for circumcission is nigh knowing full well that his daughter is at risk.
Us is the mother who gladly serves tea to the old men who have come into her homestead to discuss the dowry payment of her twelve year old daughter. She knows that this old man will be expecting a child without her womanhood. She has undergone the same,she knows the amount of pain a penile penetration brings,she knows she will never know the joys of a sexual climax yet she sends her daughter to the blade.
Us is the sister who gently tells her younger sister that all will be fine when she knows full well that her sister will have to hold her urine for several days because the urine might hurt her raw wound.She knows that this will cause her problems.
She knows that her sister may die on that mat because her childhood friendMo never did return home after the'ceremony."
Us is the chief who looks the other side when she sees a group of women talking in whispers and heading toward a particular house just because a certain old man sent a tiny,malnourished goat to his house.
Us, is "fam-lie". It is a lie because what kind of safety would rob me of the very thing I was created to be.What kind of association would watch me go through so much pain with a satisfaction of having fulfilled the needs of tradition or whatever else?
Does this sounds familiar?
( This article is not exhaustive on terms of just how bad FGM is.
I would also like to acknowledge that there are girls who have manages to pock themselves up and proceeded to finish school and are leading in the fight against FGM.There are so many,however,who are still losing lives and living miserably because of FGM.
The people against it are shunned by their own communities and women who refuse the cut are even shunned by their own husbands forcing them to undergo this inhumane procedure for the sake of peace and acceptance.
Should you get any opportunity, kindly stand against this procedure.
And if you are a survivor ,a witness,or know anyone who is,kindly get in touch,I would love to share your story.One story at a time,let's get talking and stop this senseless ritual.'
Email; gloriatsu@gmail.com
Let me pick one that gets to my last nerve after a man beating up a woman.
Female Genital mutilation.I am talking about the intentional mutilation of a woman's clitoris for whatever misguided and outdated reason known to these bad people.
I am going to try and explain in a very simple way what this archaic habit does to women.It completely and utterly destroys her genitalia leaving only a tiny hole to pass urine.Do I need to say that this very natural process ceases to be natural and is a conscious effort after FGM? Some take up to 20 minutes to pass urine,a process that would normally take what? 3 minutes tops?
The pain caused by this inhumane act is very much. There is pain at every stage: during the cut,after the cut,before the cut.They make every bodily function that is supposes to make a woman,woman very painful.
Mensturation is a nigtmare, sex is like a bad bad scary horror movie and the most beautiful task performed by a woman-childbirth- unfathomable.
For those who are at least lucky to get pregnant: some end up sterile due to the many infections that keep recurring after this procedure.
This particular woman was born healthy and fine, with dreams of having her own family,and then because of some ungodly reason,someone decides to take away her clitoris.
Some girls die in the process. That you get,I don't need to go into detail.
FGM is illegal in many parts of the world.Yes,it is performed in countries other than Kenya.
However,this practice is still very much alive.
How? The answer is US.
Us- is the father who looks the other side when the season for circumcission is nigh knowing full well that his daughter is at risk.
Us is the mother who gladly serves tea to the old men who have come into her homestead to discuss the dowry payment of her twelve year old daughter. She knows that this old man will be expecting a child without her womanhood. She has undergone the same,she knows the amount of pain a penile penetration brings,she knows she will never know the joys of a sexual climax yet she sends her daughter to the blade.
Us is the sister who gently tells her younger sister that all will be fine when she knows full well that her sister will have to hold her urine for several days because the urine might hurt her raw wound.She knows that this will cause her problems.
She knows that her sister may die on that mat because her childhood friendMo never did return home after the'ceremony."
Us is the chief who looks the other side when she sees a group of women talking in whispers and heading toward a particular house just because a certain old man sent a tiny,malnourished goat to his house.
Us, is "fam-lie". It is a lie because what kind of safety would rob me of the very thing I was created to be.What kind of association would watch me go through so much pain with a satisfaction of having fulfilled the needs of tradition or whatever else?
Does this sounds familiar?
( This article is not exhaustive on terms of just how bad FGM is.
I would also like to acknowledge that there are girls who have manages to pock themselves up and proceeded to finish school and are leading in the fight against FGM.There are so many,however,who are still losing lives and living miserably because of FGM.
The people against it are shunned by their own communities and women who refuse the cut are even shunned by their own husbands forcing them to undergo this inhumane procedure for the sake of peace and acceptance.
Should you get any opportunity, kindly stand against this procedure.
And if you are a survivor ,a witness,or know anyone who is,kindly get in touch,I would love to share your story.One story at a time,let's get talking and stop this senseless ritual.'
Email; gloriatsu@gmail.com
Thursday, 3 November 2016
WHEN YOU GROW UP 21...
Its been a long time since I penned anything.I would like to break my hiatus by talking to 21 year old Gloria.
Hi,and congratulations on completing 1st year of campus. You are alive and well,that's something.
First of all,I would like to remind you that God is the one who has brought you this far.You are required to honour him and serve him.Do you remember when God said that seek ye first the Kingdom of God and all the other things shall be added unto you? Imagine he meant it.So,I appreciate that you go to church on Sunday,but you need to feed on God's word through and through .Therefore, it is good that you get a family of believers so that you can grow.
Do you remember when your mother and all your teachers told you to keep off boys? Yes,they were right. Boys get you pregnant.Of course not by looking at them,it happens when you have sex with them.Gloria,many myths are propagated concerning this subject.I would like to draw your attention to the reproduction topic in Biology in high school; fertilization takes place when the sperm meets the ovum.When this collision grows,it becomes a baby.I would like to tell you that you are not ready for a baby so keep your vagina as far away from boys as possible.
In regard to this reproduction class,I would like to tell you that what you feed your mind is what you reproduce.Feed your mind with helpful literature. If you fill your mind with sex and romance,then the war to keep your vagina to yourself will be harder to win and losing it will be a piece of very moist cake.
Keep friends who help your life; emotionally,spiritually, academically,..you know wholistically.You are in campus for just a short time,you do not need to use that time to fit into peoples thoughts about,well. Everything.
Invest the little money you get.Invest in something, you could put it into a sacco or an investment firm.This is a good culture that will help you in the future.
I wish for you to know just what a great person you are.You are beautiful; and are not defined by the clothes you wear or by what your classmates say. I want you to find strength in who you are.I need for you to find validation within you and not from what is around you.
You need to learn as much as you can.Don't be afraid to ask what you don't know. All your classmates come from different parts of the world and have been brought up in different cultures and background. That you don't know one thing does not mean you don't know everything.You are in school to learn.So,learn.
Take this time to build on things you love.It will not be as easy as you may imagine but hang in there.Don't give up. The little things you achieve are not little, build on them.Keep knocking on doors so that when you are older,they will also be big.
Let me just say again,love may find you and that is great.However, it is not part of the curriculum.
Lastly, read hard and pass. Love yourself because you are great.Trust God to hold you through. Be careful.And when you do make mistakes,fall forward.
Yours faithfully,
Older you;with love.
Trust me,I have been there.
Hi,and congratulations on completing 1st year of campus. You are alive and well,that's something.
First of all,I would like to remind you that God is the one who has brought you this far.You are required to honour him and serve him.Do you remember when God said that seek ye first the Kingdom of God and all the other things shall be added unto you? Imagine he meant it.So,I appreciate that you go to church on Sunday,but you need to feed on God's word through and through .Therefore, it is good that you get a family of believers so that you can grow.
Do you remember when your mother and all your teachers told you to keep off boys? Yes,they were right. Boys get you pregnant.Of course not by looking at them,it happens when you have sex with them.Gloria,many myths are propagated concerning this subject.I would like to draw your attention to the reproduction topic in Biology in high school; fertilization takes place when the sperm meets the ovum.When this collision grows,it becomes a baby.I would like to tell you that you are not ready for a baby so keep your vagina as far away from boys as possible.
In regard to this reproduction class,I would like to tell you that what you feed your mind is what you reproduce.Feed your mind with helpful literature. If you fill your mind with sex and romance,then the war to keep your vagina to yourself will be harder to win and losing it will be a piece of very moist cake.
Keep friends who help your life; emotionally,spiritually, academically,..you know wholistically.You are in campus for just a short time,you do not need to use that time to fit into peoples thoughts about,well. Everything.
Invest the little money you get.Invest in something, you could put it into a sacco or an investment firm.This is a good culture that will help you in the future.
I wish for you to know just what a great person you are.You are beautiful; and are not defined by the clothes you wear or by what your classmates say. I want you to find strength in who you are.I need for you to find validation within you and not from what is around you.
You need to learn as much as you can.Don't be afraid to ask what you don't know. All your classmates come from different parts of the world and have been brought up in different cultures and background. That you don't know one thing does not mean you don't know everything.You are in school to learn.So,learn.
Take this time to build on things you love.It will not be as easy as you may imagine but hang in there.Don't give up. The little things you achieve are not little, build on them.Keep knocking on doors so that when you are older,they will also be big.
Let me just say again,love may find you and that is great.However, it is not part of the curriculum.
Lastly, read hard and pass. Love yourself because you are great.Trust God to hold you through. Be careful.And when you do make mistakes,fall forward.
Yours faithfully,
Older you;with love.
Trust me,I have been there.
Tuesday, 11 October 2016
Interpersonal Associations
Part of how Wikipedia defines a friendship is that it is a more interpersonal form of association.
Interpersonal means relating to a relationship or communicating in a relationship. "Relating to a relationship"; Here is how I got that.
A blogger friend of mine recently published a blog about her relations. In the blog,she related to a question she had been asked sometime: if you died in India,name six people you are sure would be your pallbearers. At the time(about 3 years ago),she could struggle to name a few.Today,she is half sure of say one.
So,really what makes us reduce our pallbearers from six to maybe one.I have no idea but I know that I have not treated my interpersonal associations with the interpersonalness I believe a friendship is.
I have come to realize one thing that waters a relationship, a friendship for that matter .It is called being present.Forget about the texts and calls to find out how one is doing( don't like forget completely, these too are important). I mean being present,if possible physically.
Let me attempt to explain what I mean.I have a few people in my life who consider themselves my friends. Some I have kept in my phone book,some well, no.There are some associations I have kept to date because their presence at a time it counted is always with me.
When I was in hospital after I delivered my child,I wanted these associations to be there.Some called but the one who made the trip to my home when my baby was a month old is the one that really touched my heart.I said I keep associations but when it comes to naming even my bridal line up,let alone my pallbearers, I think I would name her even though she talks too much and complains waaay too much sometimes.
I have realized that I meet people and we strike a rapport,we share jokes on WhatsApp and then they invite you for a play or a concert.For some reason,I think it is genetic,I will not show up.In my experience, the fun ends.Even when they say it is fine,it is not fine.The fact that you did not show up breaks something and the interpersonal relationship is never the same.
When you start missing each other's plays,childbirth experiences, weddings,"ruracios"; even with a legitimate reason like one person being in Kampala and the other in New York and you are jobless,it does something to the relationship and that something is not nice.Most times,it never recovers.
Just showing up is so important for the thriving of a friendship that even when you have no gift for example in a wedding, it will not matter very much(maybe mine,please try and bring a gift).
I am trying to make the effort to be present.I have a date to a lingerie store whose prices I have not related to ever in my life but I will go sometime.On that note,I probably should start saving some money.I am making an effort to also start going for plays and music stuff when invited.And where I can't,spread the message as much as I can.
Being present, for me is the definition of friendship.Oh,God knows you two may not even know each other birthdays but being counted upon when it matters is what counts.
Let us not forget to make this being present genuine.People pleasers have a certain stench that works the opposite. Instead of building, it will destroy the friendship and most times there is nothing to destroy because after all there never was a relationship after all,was there?
Let us all strive to make what we call friendship matter.I think that it makes even our own lives make sense.You feel more of a friend when you become a friend.
Our interpersonal associations; with God and fellow man are really what makes life: Life.
A big S/O to Wanjiru Njoroge of Double Dee's store, and by the way we are voting for her here.http://foya.thefounder.co.ke/
My blogger friend Wanjiku Mwawuganga,her blog can be read here-http://wp.me/p76UlC-1n
Interpersonal means relating to a relationship or communicating in a relationship. "Relating to a relationship"; Here is how I got that.
A blogger friend of mine recently published a blog about her relations. In the blog,she related to a question she had been asked sometime: if you died in India,name six people you are sure would be your pallbearers. At the time(about 3 years ago),she could struggle to name a few.Today,she is half sure of say one.
So,really what makes us reduce our pallbearers from six to maybe one.I have no idea but I know that I have not treated my interpersonal associations with the interpersonalness I believe a friendship is.
I have come to realize one thing that waters a relationship, a friendship for that matter .It is called being present.Forget about the texts and calls to find out how one is doing( don't like forget completely, these too are important). I mean being present,if possible physically.
Let me attempt to explain what I mean.I have a few people in my life who consider themselves my friends. Some I have kept in my phone book,some well, no.There are some associations I have kept to date because their presence at a time it counted is always with me.
When I was in hospital after I delivered my child,I wanted these associations to be there.Some called but the one who made the trip to my home when my baby was a month old is the one that really touched my heart.I said I keep associations but when it comes to naming even my bridal line up,let alone my pallbearers, I think I would name her even though she talks too much and complains waaay too much sometimes.
I have realized that I meet people and we strike a rapport,we share jokes on WhatsApp and then they invite you for a play or a concert.For some reason,I think it is genetic,I will not show up.In my experience, the fun ends.Even when they say it is fine,it is not fine.The fact that you did not show up breaks something and the interpersonal relationship is never the same.
When you start missing each other's plays,childbirth experiences, weddings,"ruracios"; even with a legitimate reason like one person being in Kampala and the other in New York and you are jobless,it does something to the relationship and that something is not nice.Most times,it never recovers.
Just showing up is so important for the thriving of a friendship that even when you have no gift for example in a wedding, it will not matter very much(maybe mine,please try and bring a gift).
I am trying to make the effort to be present.I have a date to a lingerie store whose prices I have not related to ever in my life but I will go sometime.On that note,I probably should start saving some money.I am making an effort to also start going for plays and music stuff when invited.And where I can't,spread the message as much as I can.
Being present, for me is the definition of friendship.Oh,God knows you two may not even know each other birthdays but being counted upon when it matters is what counts.
Let us not forget to make this being present genuine.People pleasers have a certain stench that works the opposite. Instead of building, it will destroy the friendship and most times there is nothing to destroy because after all there never was a relationship after all,was there?
Let us all strive to make what we call friendship matter.I think that it makes even our own lives make sense.You feel more of a friend when you become a friend.
Our interpersonal associations; with God and fellow man are really what makes life: Life.
A big S/O to Wanjiru Njoroge of Double Dee's store, and by the way we are voting for her here.http://foya.thefounder.co.ke/
My blogger friend Wanjiku Mwawuganga,her blog can be read here-http://wp.me/p76UlC-1n
Friday, 23 September 2016
A TRIBUTE TO A BEAUTIFUL SOUL
We laughed at the memes doing rounds on social media upon the introduction of the Alco-blow.We enjoyed the ingenious ways drunk drivers used to evade the Alco-blow. We tweet to inform our friends still getting intoxicated at the bar of where the police are so that they can evade the police.We make jokes with one another when we after a night out get into a vehicle drunk as a skunk and say to one another that the vehicle knows the way home. It is somehow a heroic act-you know(driving under the influence of the damned alcohol).
I too have laughed at these incidents. Especially the one where people mange to avoid Alco-blow.
Maybe I should start by saying that I have been blessed enough not to have lost somebody I have been close to all my life.I have lost an aunt,both my grandmothers,a former classmate but never someone I have shared moments with.Never someone I have shared jokes with,never someone I have worked with.In an industry like the one I am in,working with someone is a bond that lasts forever. Going on set everyday,shooting together,eating together,sharing ideas; we become family. We develop from just people out to make a buck into brothers,sisters,mothers and fathers.The bonds formed on set or on stage are usually very very special.
Well,on 20th September, 2016,one of the drunk drivers in Nairobi hit one of my Auntie Boss family members and I lost him.I lost someone I laughed with,someone I shared my passion with. I lost family.You see the jokes and the memes are funny only when you are not involved,only when the reality if the NTSA statistics is too far from home.They say 3,000 lives are lost annually on Kenyan roads.These are just numbers before you loose family.They are just numbers before among the 3,000 is one of yours.
NTSA says that young people between the ages of 24-44 years are most at risk of dying on the road and you know why? Because of drunk driving.
You see,it is never that serious until it is.It is still funny to drunk drive and be congratulated for arriving safe and high as hell until it is not funny.Until it is too painful to even cry.Until it is too shocking to know what to say.Until it is too abrupt to believe.Until you loose a beautiful soul.Until Maina Ndirangu is hit from behind by a Toyota Premio while holding a torch to redirect traffic on the road.I hope I did not forget to say the driver of the Toyota Premio was drunk.Then it becomes well,not funny.It becomes a call to quit driving while driving. It becomes full support of the Alco-Blow.
Maina was an amazing Director of Photography or a Cameraman. He was a father of two sons and a dedicated husband.
He was always happy.Always happy ,always smiling.And he is gone; forever.
Maybe when we go back on set and find a new camera man,we may believe you left. Maybe.
So,before you loose someone you care about,before you loose family too,DO NOT DRINK AND GET BEHIND THE WHEEL.
I will list a few things you can do;
* Get a sober designated driver.
*Call uber/little cab/Njoro wa taxi to take you home
*Buy alcohol and take it in your house
*Book a room and stay the night
* Quit alcohol(last but not least).
Accidents do happen but it is very hard to come to terms with one that could be avoided.
All in all:let us live a complete and full life because no one knows their time to leave the earth.Maina lived a full life-loved by many and the memories he left us with are all we have now.
I too have laughed at these incidents. Especially the one where people mange to avoid Alco-blow.
Maybe I should start by saying that I have been blessed enough not to have lost somebody I have been close to all my life.I have lost an aunt,both my grandmothers,a former classmate but never someone I have shared moments with.Never someone I have shared jokes with,never someone I have worked with.In an industry like the one I am in,working with someone is a bond that lasts forever. Going on set everyday,shooting together,eating together,sharing ideas; we become family. We develop from just people out to make a buck into brothers,sisters,mothers and fathers.The bonds formed on set or on stage are usually very very special.
Well,on 20th September, 2016,one of the drunk drivers in Nairobi hit one of my Auntie Boss family members and I lost him.I lost someone I laughed with,someone I shared my passion with. I lost family.You see the jokes and the memes are funny only when you are not involved,only when the reality if the NTSA statistics is too far from home.They say 3,000 lives are lost annually on Kenyan roads.These are just numbers before you loose family.They are just numbers before among the 3,000 is one of yours.
NTSA says that young people between the ages of 24-44 years are most at risk of dying on the road and you know why? Because of drunk driving.
You see,it is never that serious until it is.It is still funny to drunk drive and be congratulated for arriving safe and high as hell until it is not funny.Until it is too painful to even cry.Until it is too shocking to know what to say.Until it is too abrupt to believe.Until you loose a beautiful soul.Until Maina Ndirangu is hit from behind by a Toyota Premio while holding a torch to redirect traffic on the road.I hope I did not forget to say the driver of the Toyota Premio was drunk.Then it becomes well,not funny.It becomes a call to quit driving while driving. It becomes full support of the Alco-Blow.
Maina was an amazing Director of Photography or a Cameraman. He was a father of two sons and a dedicated husband.
He was always happy.Always happy ,always smiling.And he is gone; forever.
Maybe when we go back on set and find a new camera man,we may believe you left. Maybe.
So,before you loose someone you care about,before you loose family too,DO NOT DRINK AND GET BEHIND THE WHEEL.
I will list a few things you can do;
* Get a sober designated driver.
*Call uber/little cab/Njoro wa taxi to take you home
*Buy alcohol and take it in your house
*Book a room and stay the night
* Quit alcohol(last but not least).
Accidents do happen but it is very hard to come to terms with one that could be avoided.
All in all:let us live a complete and full life because no one knows their time to leave the earth.Maina lived a full life-loved by many and the memories he left us with are all we have now.
Tuesday, 13 September 2016
25
When I celebrated or rather marked my 25th year of life,I stayed awake upto about 4am. I did because I was terrified. I was so afraid for my life,so afraid that I did not have a direction I could see as far as my life was concerned.
In the course of my 24th year(that is between 24 and 25),I did most of the things I have done in my life.I struggled to make headway in life but I kind of made full cycle.I normally know that it is a complete cycle when I am back at home in Kakamega.
I have even prayed and told God that if it is a curse ,he should finally uncurse me.I either have not figured out my real reason for being alive or I am stupid or I am lazy or I am simply not insightful.I have narrowed my list to these things.
There are a few things I thought I had a grasp of in the course of my 24th year.
*An acting job with a reknown thespian.I went for auditions and passed for once.(Things went this way and that way and then it has not happened).
*A 'ruracio'.Mr.Man had declared his eternal love to his "wife" as he liked to refer to me and finally agreed to go see my parents.Noooo,(things went this way and that way,and I assumed the single lady title again).
*A theatre show.I spoke at length with a certain writer with whom we were to push the project with.
Turns out,I was just a listening ear to fill up her time all the many times we spoke about the project.
My 24th year gave me hope,but on my 25th birthday, all these were gone and I was scared.
I was scared that I would never come out,I would never get to breathe again, that the water that was my existence would swallow me and I would suffocate to death.
My entire life was a painful trudge through history.It was as if I was going through someone else's life.A movie of sorts.
25years of What?
Keep reading....
In the course of my 24th year(that is between 24 and 25),I did most of the things I have done in my life.I struggled to make headway in life but I kind of made full cycle.I normally know that it is a complete cycle when I am back at home in Kakamega.
I have even prayed and told God that if it is a curse ,he should finally uncurse me.I either have not figured out my real reason for being alive or I am stupid or I am lazy or I am simply not insightful.I have narrowed my list to these things.
There are a few things I thought I had a grasp of in the course of my 24th year.
*An acting job with a reknown thespian.I went for auditions and passed for once.(Things went this way and that way and then it has not happened).
*A 'ruracio'.Mr.Man had declared his eternal love to his "wife" as he liked to refer to me and finally agreed to go see my parents.Noooo,(things went this way and that way,and I assumed the single lady title again).
*A theatre show.I spoke at length with a certain writer with whom we were to push the project with.
Turns out,I was just a listening ear to fill up her time all the many times we spoke about the project.
My 24th year gave me hope,but on my 25th birthday, all these were gone and I was scared.
I was scared that I would never come out,I would never get to breathe again, that the water that was my existence would swallow me and I would suffocate to death.
My entire life was a painful trudge through history.It was as if I was going through someone else's life.A movie of sorts.
25years of What?
Keep reading....
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