Eric had not been feeling well for some time and so he decided to consult a doctor. He identified a renowned Doctor and went to see him.
The Doctor examined Eric for all the diseases he could imagine, but it was all in vain. So the doctor took some time to break the bad news. He told Eric that he could not detect any disease, but suspected depression. He also told Eric that he had heard of a good pastor in town to whom he had referred many patients suffering from depression. He assured Eric that all the patients he had sent there had fully recovered.
The Doctor therefore advised him to visit this pastor and seek his assistance. Eric looked at the Doctor and sadly said, "I am that pastor".
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
MY TWO CUSTOMERS
This was a conversation between two customers who were waiting for my service:
A lady: (In her early thirties, depressed and downhearted. All of a sudden, she has turned red, very bitter... and defensively stares at the next customer, who happens to be a man.) What are you looking at!? (Carried away) I already know that I am the most ugliest woman in the whole of Kenya. OK!?
The man: (Approximately 25, surprised but calm. Laughs sarcastically: He just can't help not to.) Oh, come on! Why do you underrate yourself? It's not just Kenya, it's in the whole world!!!
A lady: (In her early thirties, depressed and downhearted. All of a sudden, she has turned red, very bitter... and defensively stares at the next customer, who happens to be a man.) What are you looking at!? (Carried away) I already know that I am the most ugliest woman in the whole of Kenya. OK!?
The man: (Approximately 25, surprised but calm. Laughs sarcastically: He just can't help not to.) Oh, come on! Why do you underrate yourself? It's not just Kenya, it's in the whole world!!!
Thursday, May 14, 2009
MARRIAGE!!!
One of my good friends, Mark, happens to be a married guy. He is 26 in age, a lucky husband of a beautifull lady and a proud father of the prettiest baby girl ever.
Mark is committed to his responsibilities and always inclined to perform his duties. He is never distracted, not even by my demanding invitation - during the weekends, to watch Man U play Arsenal. Actually, I am a Manchester United die hard fun while he boldly claims to be a top Gunner.
I find him to be a settled guy, and I envy him for that. On the contrary, I pity him sometimes. OK, I know this is a little contradicting. But let me explain.
We were both on the dinning table, in his dinning room busy - not eating, but with a Programming project to tackle. We had preferred the table because it was wide enough to manage all the work we had a head of us. It was full. Papers, big Programming books, files, two laptops... it was actually full.The phase to cover was the Problem Definition, but we had a problem. There were no enough resources to help us achieve our goal. And this was simply because Mark never did his homework. Nevertheless, he wasn't concentrating at that time. He just seemed too disturbed, and to get a few things straight, I had to ask.
The problem was with mark's wife who wasn't in, and to make the matters worse, she had spent the previous night away. According to Mark, constant calls to her office during the day had yield no results. His wife had been to the office the previous morning and was reportedly in the field for official duties. Messages for her to return his calls were not yet answered, and this made him less enthusiastic about calling her again.
After listening to his explanations, I found the matter to be too big to mull over. At least not then. Yes. Honestly speaking, what could I had done? Jumped into conclusions? Hey! Not me! And neither did I know how to console him.
So I just stared at him.
To my relief, he postponed the analysis of the project work and kindly asked me to give him some time alone. And I respected that.
But I had to see him again immediately afterwards, to give the issue a followup. I had to know what happened and, at least, help where I can. So I met him later on and I realized that after I had left, he took Faith - his two years old daughter, to her bedroom and laid her on her crib. He went back to the dinning room, cleaned up the paper mess and finally went to the living room. He thought about calling her office again, but instead took a Bible and started leafing aimlessly through it. He eventually dozed off to a troubled sleep.
If I may quote him explaining, "They were chasing her, thoroughly enjoying her tortured run as they shot behind her heels, laughing as her frustration mounted. Suddenly she was in a cage with nothing to protect her from her pursuers, some holding crude weapons and others with guns. They would undoubtedly tear her to shreds".
"The leader of the gang sneered at her, opening the roof of the cage and then closing it like a hunter teasing a trapped animal on pointless ways of escape, knowing the prey had no chance to escape".
Then somebody was shinning a bright light on his eyes and shaking him at the same time. There was shrill in her voice. Mark had woken up with a start... It was her! Jennifer!
She was from a job related trip where they had to camp for the night. I just don't understand what Mark was expecting, or suspecting. I mean, she is working under the UN!
Hmmm... Marriage!
Mark is committed to his responsibilities and always inclined to perform his duties. He is never distracted, not even by my demanding invitation - during the weekends, to watch Man U play Arsenal. Actually, I am a Manchester United die hard fun while he boldly claims to be a top Gunner.
I find him to be a settled guy, and I envy him for that. On the contrary, I pity him sometimes. OK, I know this is a little contradicting. But let me explain.
We were both on the dinning table, in his dinning room busy - not eating, but with a Programming project to tackle. We had preferred the table because it was wide enough to manage all the work we had a head of us. It was full. Papers, big Programming books, files, two laptops... it was actually full.The phase to cover was the Problem Definition, but we had a problem. There were no enough resources to help us achieve our goal. And this was simply because Mark never did his homework. Nevertheless, he wasn't concentrating at that time. He just seemed too disturbed, and to get a few things straight, I had to ask.
The problem was with mark's wife who wasn't in, and to make the matters worse, she had spent the previous night away. According to Mark, constant calls to her office during the day had yield no results. His wife had been to the office the previous morning and was reportedly in the field for official duties. Messages for her to return his calls were not yet answered, and this made him less enthusiastic about calling her again.
After listening to his explanations, I found the matter to be too big to mull over. At least not then. Yes. Honestly speaking, what could I had done? Jumped into conclusions? Hey! Not me! And neither did I know how to console him.
So I just stared at him.
To my relief, he postponed the analysis of the project work and kindly asked me to give him some time alone. And I respected that.
But I had to see him again immediately afterwards, to give the issue a followup. I had to know what happened and, at least, help where I can. So I met him later on and I realized that after I had left, he took Faith - his two years old daughter, to her bedroom and laid her on her crib. He went back to the dinning room, cleaned up the paper mess and finally went to the living room. He thought about calling her office again, but instead took a Bible and started leafing aimlessly through it. He eventually dozed off to a troubled sleep.
If I may quote him explaining, "They were chasing her, thoroughly enjoying her tortured run as they shot behind her heels, laughing as her frustration mounted. Suddenly she was in a cage with nothing to protect her from her pursuers, some holding crude weapons and others with guns. They would undoubtedly tear her to shreds".
"The leader of the gang sneered at her, opening the roof of the cage and then closing it like a hunter teasing a trapped animal on pointless ways of escape, knowing the prey had no chance to escape".
Then somebody was shinning a bright light on his eyes and shaking him at the same time. There was shrill in her voice. Mark had woken up with a start... It was her! Jennifer!
She was from a job related trip where they had to camp for the night. I just don't understand what Mark was expecting, or suspecting. I mean, she is working under the UN!
Hmmm... Marriage!
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
IF ONLY...
If only,
We did what is right,
Life would be alright.
We would avoid plight,
And live in delight,
We wouldn't have to fight.
We did what is right,
Life would be alright.
We would avoid plight,
And live in delight,
We wouldn't have to fight.
If only,
We would follow Christ's example,
Of how he was humble,
And made ourselves the sample,
We would not stumble and grumble,
Our enjoyment would be ample.
Of how he was humble,
And made ourselves the sample,
We would not stumble and grumble,
Our enjoyment would be ample.
If only,
We obeyed the beatitudes,
Then we the multitude,
Would show gratitude,
And a positive attitude
To any assistance magnitude.
We obeyed the beatitudes,
Then we the multitude,
Would show gratitude,
And a positive attitude
To any assistance magnitude.
If only,
We embraced God's pleasure,
And left behind our pressure,
Life would be fresher.
We would live to our measure,
Enjoy all our leisure,
And become great treasures.
If only,
We avoid pre-marital sex,
And waited till we get married,
HIV AIDS wouldn't be carried,
We would not live to be worried,
That our friends will be burried.
We avoid pre-marital sex,
And waited till we get married,
HIV AIDS wouldn't be carried,
We would not live to be worried,
That our friends will be burried.
So let's act well,
To ensure we don't fell,
And find ourselves in hell,
At the sound of God's bell,
For there it is knell.
By:
All who are concerned.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Anxious About the Future
The night was young and the time was approximately eight after noon. I was sitting outside at my favorite spot, in the yard, busy trying to interact with nature as I was waiting for dinner. The moon was high and bright. The sweet wind blew gently kissing the trees and they made no noise. The vast sky was clear and the twinkling stars seemed to be dancing, dancing to the calm beat of my heart. Oh! The night was beautiful, and I found joy viewing the sky. Off cource this was where I had caste my eyes for minutes, maybe hours: I just couldn't tell.
The date was eighteenth November, the year two thousand and eight. Three days after I had phenomenally accomplished my K.C.S.E examinations. The whole world was a head of me. I felt it was time to delve deep into my hidden pockets and comb for my National Identity Card, the one that had been having no use ever since I had acquired it. Yes, it was actually time when every move and decision I make would be judged. Partly, tomorrow seemed bright, part of it quite dark and I couldn't stop feeling a future full of confusion. Rescue only seemed to be coming from mulling over issues, thinking twice before acting, and above all, readily accepting the consequences of every move I was going to make.
I really didn't know much, and neither did I want to jump into conclusions. But I knew one thing. I was ready to face it!
The date was eighteenth November, the year two thousand and eight. Three days after I had phenomenally accomplished my K.C.S.E examinations. The whole world was a head of me. I felt it was time to delve deep into my hidden pockets and comb for my National Identity Card, the one that had been having no use ever since I had acquired it. Yes, it was actually time when every move and decision I make would be judged. Partly, tomorrow seemed bright, part of it quite dark and I couldn't stop feeling a future full of confusion. Rescue only seemed to be coming from mulling over issues, thinking twice before acting, and above all, readily accepting the consequences of every move I was going to make.
I really didn't know much, and neither did I want to jump into conclusions. But I knew one thing. I was ready to face it!
Escaping the Ugliness of Life
I really like it when I sail, especially when I look all around just to see a horizon, where the sky and the waters meet. I always feel nothing. The troubling past, demanding attention, is always not there. So is the overwhelming future, promising more troubles.
But then, I am always confronted by the present circumstances at the same time. And I realize that we just cannot escape from reality. I guess all we have to do is live it. Boldly- just an idea or, assertively, you may say.
For those religious out there, please help me say this prayer:
" God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change. The courage to change those I can. And, may you give me the wisdom to know their differences. Amen"
Friday, May 8, 2009
MONDAY MORNING
I woke up in the morning as usual. I sat on my bed for about two or more minutes trying to figure out what to do first. It was a cloudy morning with rain promising to shower later on. The clouds were dark and low, the wind blew furiously, impatiently shaking the trees all over. The morning silence accompanied by birds singing songs of enchantment, was no more. They were now viewed as history, or preferably, a dream to come. Nothing seemed friendly anymore.
The harsh winter was young, and the early good moods complemented by the morning glory had disappeared with summer: everything was gloomy. I was no exception. I groaned at the fact that I had to wake up early and prepare for work. This was, though, a daily routine. A routine I had gotten used to and always enjoyed. On the contrary, things had changed with the shivering colds everywhere, and I cursed winter. I looked back and faced my half folded, soft, heavy, warm and maroon cotton blanket; I turned my eyes to see the sparklet white sheet, the comfortable pillows... and with a grin I remarked the spectacular view that made my cosy bed. For a moment, I wished things were other wise. I adored those who were retired, with no place to go to early again.
My clock's alarm went on. I realized that I had woken up approximately five minutes earlier, and I smiled. I knew that I had enough time to prepare for work. I was going to have a hot delicious breakfast, and oh! I would walk comfortably to the Cyber cafe too. I was going to be early and I knew without any doubt that Linnet: my co-worker, was going to be surprised, surprised at my astonishing achievement. I couldn't wait to see her facial expression when she was going to find me early, and waiting, at the shop's door. But I knew that I was going to love it!
The harsh winter was young, and the early good moods complemented by the morning glory had disappeared with summer: everything was gloomy. I was no exception. I groaned at the fact that I had to wake up early and prepare for work. This was, though, a daily routine. A routine I had gotten used to and always enjoyed. On the contrary, things had changed with the shivering colds everywhere, and I cursed winter. I looked back and faced my half folded, soft, heavy, warm and maroon cotton blanket; I turned my eyes to see the sparklet white sheet, the comfortable pillows... and with a grin I remarked the spectacular view that made my cosy bed. For a moment, I wished things were other wise. I adored those who were retired, with no place to go to early again.
My clock's alarm went on. I realized that I had woken up approximately five minutes earlier, and I smiled. I knew that I had enough time to prepare for work. I was going to have a hot delicious breakfast, and oh! I would walk comfortably to the Cyber cafe too. I was going to be early and I knew without any doubt that Linnet: my co-worker, was going to be surprised, surprised at my astonishing achievement. I couldn't wait to see her facial expression when she was going to find me early, and waiting, at the shop's door. But I knew that I was going to love it!
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