With A Heavy Heart

Every time I leave the city, I get into the bus with a heavy heart. My parents have always told me that I have a big heart (whatever that means), but I think that comment came from the way I empathize with the people I always found on the streets of the city.
But this case is different. I was sympathetic to another kind of people, a different kind. The economy was dwindling! The ripples were being felt all over the world. Some *self proclaimed* people, if I may say so, said we deserved it. According to them, we were, the whole of humanity, paying for their poor financial decisions and lavish lifestyles we had. But we’re not here to talk about the economy, story for another day … i mean blog.
So, everyday at my bus stop, I came across this lady. She looked hunger stricken. She was carrying a box full of toothpaste, a brand I had never seen or heard of. I font even recall it’s name. Everyday I saw her at the same spot. And it occurred to me that the number of toothpastes wasn’t changing. Besides, every one bought toothpaste at the supermarket, or at a retail shop. Who buys toothpaste off the street?!!
I took a good glance at the lady. She was wearing a ring. No doubt she was married. I began to wonder, how does she feed her family? There was no telling how many kids she had. But, from the societys background, I was cock sure it wasn’t one or less than three. And what if she was a single parent? Are the kids in school? Do they even have a home? Is there food? What about medical care? Questions were burning me to my soul. A part of me wanted to pull her aside and talk to her, ask about her life situation. But what would I do after that? Just sympathise and that’s it?! I opted not to.
I am in a bus heading home. And my heart feels heavy again….. I don’t know for how long I will keep up….



There are times I wish life was like a haircut in a barber’s shop. What goes in, shaggy and shabby, comes out smart. And unlike in the salons, the whole beauty making process is short and precise. Or should I say handsome making process?
just like with hair, humans wait until their tribulations have grown, or grown out of hand rather, before they seek ways to cut them down. Procastination is deeply rooted in us. It is in our blood as some would have put it…. We postpone almost everything that we could do in a matter of minutes. Procrastination is the thief….(yeah yeah blah blah blah, am sure we are all familiar with the saying)
However, unlike at the barbers where he only takes a matter of minutes to cut down the “hair”, the issues we procrastinate take a lifetime to be brought down. They come back to haunt us, and haunt us good.
As I write this I am at the brink of giving up. Brink of having a panic attack all because I decided to put aside” the


“for later.
At least I have learnt my lesson …. and my wallet bears testimony to that.

Agonising Choice

It is a common question that keeps bombarding my mind. Does fate define our destiny or do we write our own destinies? Or even better, does mankind write out his fate? My current status is sitting at home. Quite literally. But i dont just sit. I sit in hope. Hope for a brighter future. Hope thay fate favors me and my destiny, or for those who believe in the latter, hope that I will be able to write my future. I sit in hope to receive a letter. A single letter, that’ll define my future! And so it occurs to me that it is only a single letter that’ll define the road my life will take. is it in my power to control whether i get the letter? Or is it fate. How many times have qualified bright students failed to go upon the journey they had wished? Or pushed to open another dooor they never wanted? Or is my future left to the person drafting the letter?

As i think about these things, the olympics are here! i can only wish MYBELOVED COUNTRY KENYA all the best in all its participation. whether it is fate that they will come back home with nine medals or only three or whether it is of their own making is a question i’ll leave for you.

Meanwhile, I’m still seated at home, waiting….and doing a little more waiting! And what agony it is!