Friday, May 12, 2017

surface living

....i'm drained
from all the peripheral baggage
picked up from living on the surface.
i'm out of my element.
the winds, the heat, the rain
and the traffic of everyday living
have left me scourged, bruised and thirsty

skin-deep living doesn't come cheap
i've paid way too much already
its sapped a lot of my time and energy.
i refuse to fork out any more loose change
i'm giving it everything i have, and some

when i'm done expending my life energy
i want to be extracted from the deep
not swept or blown away from the surface
i'm all in!

Thursday, January 19, 2017


...because God calls it good,
all things work out for good.

the dark and heavy cloud will lift
the rain will stop pounding
the grass will grow
the sun will shine 
and yes,
you'll laugh again.

your smile will warm our hearts
and light up our world,

Thursday, December 15, 2016

Botched Value System

You know you've gone too far, when as a society, your response to a man who has been doing surgical procedures on your kin and kith, without ever setting foot in a medical institution as a student, is: "Rule Over Us!''. 

Ronald Kiprotich Melly, 28, had been carrying out medical procedures and delivering babies by caesarean section at the Meteitei sub-County hospital in Nandi, where he had been promoted to the rank of Medical Superintendent.

Eventually, as luck would have it, this borderline butcher was stopped in his tracks by the Kenya Medical Practitioners and Dentist's Board offices where he had been tricked to believe he was going to renew his "permanent" medical license.

When news of his arrest broke in.the media, I was relieved to know that nobody would ever again risk the pain of endangering their lives under the scalpel of a wannabe medic.

However, my relief was short lived when his community in Nandi went to receive the unlicensed operator after the local Court released him on a ksh. 500,000 bail. His community hailed him as a local hero, and vouched to elect him as their local leader.

If a man has the nerve to lie to you on a matter as life-endangering as performing surgery on a disease ravaged individual, what will he possibly do while in political office? Would you ever accuse him of misusing your funds or lack of integrity? 

What really, do we stand for as a society? Has our moral compass completely lost its bearing?  Do we even know our right from our left? Does anything matter?

How botched up is our value system? Is anything sacred?

If Medics with years of learning still, unfortunately, manage to botch up surgical procedures, what can we say of a guy, whose surgical exposure does not go beyond ER on TV and possibly Google University?

To have to keep looking over my shoulder to double check that the medic, the pilot, the butcher the milk vendor... are legit, is an exhausting, and possibly futile exercise.  We really must decide the kind of world we want to live in. 

This monster we are feeding, when we facilitate corruption, help our children cheat in their exams or award Tenders and contracts to shoddy service providers, is fattening ourselves for the day when the monster demands our own blood, body and soul.

The seeds of dishonesty that we are planting and watering so liberally, will in the fullness of time, bear fruit, much fruit. 

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

21st Century Mashujaa

This Mashujaa day, (October 20th), as has been the case for as long as I can remember, Kenyans were treated to an impressive display of Kenya's DEFENSE might.  This show, no doubt, sends a clear message to potential enemies of our ammunitional readiness to quash any form of threat. As a child, the extravaganza filled me with pride of a secure Kenyan.   

Then I grew up.

Media reports on Governance and Leadership have got me asking questions.  Fifty-something years into Independence, who are Kenya's real enemies?  Who are fueling or enabling the endemic corruption that has sunk its poisonous claws and gripped our hearts so completely? Why are we so enamoured with self-aggrandisement? Will anything stop us from devouring ourselves?

At this point in our national life, the greatest need of the Kenyan public is protection from this enemy within.  The unapologetic cannibalization of Kenyans by Kenyans needs to end. This monster, unchecked, will be the death of us! 

Thing is:

... the only kind of parade I  care to see is not a Defense forces armed with heavy artillery walking across the stadiums in different counties on our National holidays. But, of Kenyans standing shoulder to shoulder, daily celebrating their ability to deliver goods and services to everyone who calls this beloved country home.

... the only kind of speech I want to hear is one that tells me how much revenue we have generated and how we have accounted for every last shilling of it for the betterment of Kenyan lives.

... the only dance I want to gyrate to is one choreographed by Public-school going children whose quality education is guaranteed by the Government;  

... the only song I want to bop my head to is one sang by senior citizens whose health-care and dignity is guaranteed in their old-age;  

... the only National gathering I want to be a part of is one where the ordinary mwananchi is honoured for his tireless sacrifice from sunrise to sun-set, in an honest effort to eke out a living for the family.

... the only Mashujaa display I care for is one that takes an OFFENSIVE stance against the corruption and lack of accountability for public resources.

On the daily, the 21st century Mashujaas, must speak up, speak out and ACT against corruption if we are to triumph over this engulfing war on corruption that is suffocating our nation.

God help us, I pray!

Monday, September 7, 2015

A Mother's Pain

As I enter the room, I can hear the muted sounds of pain.  In one corner of the room, Awuor heaves in pain. My wobbly feet make their way to what is clearly a pale shadow of her former self,  My eyes, clouding with tears, do not blur the agony that is mercilessness of disease on the human body.  I am unable to look her squarely in the eye.  Somehow, I make a limp attempt not to look away.

Dear God, is this painful and protracted death her only escape?  Is there an end to all of this torturous existence? As things stand right now, death might be a welcome relief.

Then, I hear the sound of stifled sobbing from another corner of the room, it,s Awuor's  mother. She's seated quietly, lost in her own sorrow and thoughts.  Her eyes are fixed on her daughter, unblinking. She acknowledges our presence with a nod, and we move towards her.   She extends a frail hand to greet us, her pain too deep to share.

I wonder to myself, which is the greater pain? Is it that of a daughter with the broken, disease-ravaged body or the mother with a broken heart, helplessly watching the lights of her daughter's life dimming before her eyes?

The mother has been camping in this room since her daughter was admitted.  Praying, waiting and pleading for Divine intervention.... her pain cloaked over her like a dark and heavy fabric.

We hold hands, pray and then leave the room.Behind us, is a mother left fanning the embers of hope that have survived the deluge of pain and disease.  Hope still flickers even (in fact, especially) on the darkest night.

Post Script: Awuor passed on the very next day. RIP.

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Spurring one another on in Realness

One man's expressed vulnerability opens the door for another man's courage and authenticity to find their own expression!                                                                                                    

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Singing out Loud

This is the Lord's doing; it is marvelous in [my] eyes!            - Psalm 118:23 -