Sunday 3 September 2017

Standing by my book shelf

Lost in books, late again
Standing by my book shelf
Thumbing through pages
Rereading favourite excerpts
Fancifully hoping for a book getaway
Far from the ugliness of the world
Reminded others saw worse
So that i can stand tall today
Incredible beacons of courage
In the vile face of hatred, abuse, exclusion
They transformed it into stories of triumph
Into poetry i hold close to my heart
To sojourn through another test
A test of humanity, of truth, of justice
I stand by my book shelf
Musing how millions of words 
Give meaning to my life.


Wednesday 29 March 2017

You





You with the sunshine style
You with the big heart
You with the sweet spirit
You with the beautiful smile
You with the spicy twist
You with the boundless warmth

Saturday 11 March 2017

Metamorphosis

I was laughing recently with childhood friends about how primary school memory doesn't get easily erased. Childhood memories, in all their colour and absurdity, remain vividly etched in the mind; defying an ageing body. I suppose it is why when we meet we shout each other's names in full as our teachers did, we rehash events in d.e.t.a.i.l and marvel at how we've grown because what we still see most is the childlike 'deskie' we exchanged notes and snacks with. The kid that metarmophisised into an adult but never quite left. The kid who lived loudly or shyly but felt deeply regardless.


Our childhood was largely sheltered and care-free. It was not without difficult moments…i would say it is the magnitude of the challenges we had to deal with that was greatly reduced or non-existent at that point in time. Then primary school gave way to steeper years of studying, hustling and demanding choices; from selecting subjects to emigration. In the blur of seeking footing, the spirit of living became part of the faded yellowed scrap books we signed with our whole hearts: "Roses are red, violets are blue…"

The post-primary journey became murky. It was not one with a set timetable, routine and meals. We encountered a world where not every person is happy or good. We reckoned with its dark side, that often mocks those who stand up for a cause or for the weak. Some floundered in this world where adulting was much harder than expected, some made costly mistakes, some lost faith others their shine… The scales fell from our eyes; our education was not foolproof, not all our teachers were heroes and we were not infallible.

But along came key lessons, that we can't change if we don't get out of our cocoons and that we will never know the beauty of our butterfly colours if we don't take the painstaking risk to grow, learn from our mistakes and live boldly.

Initially, we lacked the vocabulary to describe these lessons. We didn't quite know what to call them. Then we understood that it was a collection of what we had experienced, what we believed in, what we stood for and subsequently what we hoped for every fellow human being (some completely missed this memo).

Some believed the cruel world, that the options it presented are the only ones. Today they play to the gallery; caught up in performing a false life.

Some dared to question a world that doesn't care; to ask what they could do to change it, not only for their own benefit but for others too. Today they are living fully and even if they face obstacles tomorrow, they forge on; leaving the world a little bit better than they found it yesterday. They trace the threads on the cloth they've woven, with the warps and wefts of aspirations and achievements, to bequeath a warm wrap to the next child.

Celebrate more the child in you who once unwaveringly believed they were invincible. Be that kid again, that raced with all their might for their house, their school…for the collective win.

Thursday 16 February 2017

Ethos or just what do you stand for?

I have been asking myself, in these days where the general global rhetoric is one of exclusion, intolerance and hatred, what is really lacking in people? Closer home in Kenya, i see the high cost of injustice, primarily perpetuated by a government that has repeatedly shown it cares little for the citizenry. 

Modern-day Kenya is built on a fragile national identity, around an elusive concept of unity, rather kin loyalties, conveniently manipulated by the political class. More lethal is the attitude of most Kenyan politicians; that they are not in office to serve but to be served. They enjoy all the trappings of power and wealth, funded by an overburdened taxpayer, yet they are not sated. They demand for billions more they have not even worked for. This sense of entitlement is compounded by a majority of the population that defends them in a warped logic of religious misinterpretation and only what i can call distorted cognition - continuous exposure to injustice over a long duration - to the extent that it becomes a pervasive national expression. A tragic acceptance of state terror, almost proudly excused, often vocalised in phrases like "At least he left us bones to lick…Elections have to be stolen…He has to appeal to the young electorate". All these lame arguments in tyrannical contexts of impunity, extra-judicial killings, contempt for the rule of law, corruption, failed systems, health care crisis, drought and a host of other internal and external threats. But somehow the enemy is the other Kenyan, not of 'our' tribe.

The only enemy we face is disenfranchisement. There is no justification for the poverty, uncontrolled disease, violence, insecurity and gross mismanagement of national resources, by a largely selfish political class, that ordinary Kenyans endure every day. 

Why can't this enemy be seen? Zero ethos. 

Few Kenyans have a set of values or benchmark by which they measure and assess the government. It gets worse with ivory tower existence where there is no empathy for those in less privileged situations and no collective determination to stand with the voiceless against injustice. Going by the vitriol spewed on the e-streets of social media and offline spaces, there is less constructive debate substantiated by facts and more ethnic bashing. In the end, the sycophants are the losers too. The plunderers go scot-free, laughing loudest in their frivolous tax-free lives, as Kenyans fail again to hold them accountable. 

It is glaringly clear that there is a lack of impartial understanding of what governance and leadership entails. There is a very narrow vision of the fundamental values that bring citizens together to examine a government's performance, beyond the election event which is just the tip of the iceberg. Citizen consciousness has to be a consistent expression that stems from a purposeful and lived conviction which is not swayed by the politics of the day. It is being able to identify, with no confusion, if a government has a clear development agenda and is implementing it in a well-planned manner with prudent fiscal management and a prioritisation of equal national projects, not selectively in ethnic strongholds.

Because most do not stand for the common good, they participate in the persecution of the poor, the sick, the refuge seeker, the unemployed, the minorities… They treat injustice with apathy because it is not their reality. We need not wait to experience indignity in order to say "this is unjust and unacceptable". Some rights are not negotiable. Even if one cannot claim them, they are due simply by being a human being. However, as is painfully obvious in today's world, people are less humane. Inhumanity thrives when people fail to stand up for humanity. Unless we stand for something, we will fall for anything.


Friday 13 January 2017

Learning from failure

You've heard the saying "sometimes you win, sometimes you lose". The Kiswahili proverb goes further to say, asiyekubali kushindwa si mshindani, to mean: be a gracious loser.

Losing is a human reality. The real challenge is how we engage with it. The thing about failure is you can become fixated in that terrible moment and wallow in self-pity or you can make a conscious decision to turn around the sour experience and gain valuable lessons, also known as making lemonade.

A positive mind and spirit coupled with articulated goals can make the mistakes and losses that come along easier to bear. I was reminded of this through a book i was recently gifted. A pleasant surprise considering i had just assigned 2017 as my "Year of Learning".

John C. Maxwell, in his book Sometimes You Win, Sometimes You Learn, says: "A loss isn't totally a loss if you learn something as a result of it. Your losses can come to define you if you let them…You can choose to change, grow, and learn from your losses".

He gives what he calls a 'road map' to learning from losses. I extracted some excerpts below that stayed with me.


Humility: the spirit of learning
"Humanity is filled with mistakes. 
Humility allows us to learn from them" p. 29

Reality: the foundation of learning
"You can't improve yourself if you're kidding yourself" p. 42

Responsibility: the first step of learning
"If we respond right to failure by taking responsibility, 
we can look at our failure and learn from it" p. 54

Improvement: the focus of learning
"Improvement demands a commitment to grow 
long after the mood in which it was made has passed" p. 80

Hope: the motivation of learning
"If you lose hope, that may be your last loss, 
because when hope is gone, so is motivation and the ability to learn…
Hope is inspiring. It gives us the motivation for living and learning" p. 90 & 91

Teachability: the pathway of learning
"Possessing the intentional attitude and behaviour 
to keep learning and growing throughout life" p. 108

Adversity: the catalyst of learning
"Life is filled with adversity. We can be squashed by it. We can allow it to make us hard. 
Or we can make the best of it, improving the situation" p. 132

Problems: the opportunities for learning
"If you and i want to gain the full benefit from every problem, challenge, and loss, 
we need to stop looking for the back door and 
face the difficulty with the determination to gain something from it" p. 158

Bad Experiences: the perspective for learning
"When you have a bad experience, i hope you will give yourself some grace 
whether it's a matter beyond your control or because you made a mistake. 
You're only human, and you shouldn't expect yourself to be perfect". p. 164

Change: the price of learning
"Unfortunately, if you resist change, you are trading your potential to grow for your comfort. 
No change means no growth" p. 180

Maturity: the value of learning
"…a mature person is someone who has learned from losses, has gained wisdom, and possesses a strong emotional and mental stability in the face of life's difficulties" p. 198