What’s Your Story?

A mentor once told me, the key to getting what you want in life is determined by how well you tell your story. This nugget of wisdom became true the other day. Oh how I jumped in joy singing “Eureka! Eureka!”

Obama’s victory is a story well told. This is a story that captured both those who cared to listen and those who didn’t. Who would have thought a junior senator from Illinois, Chicago would become a President-Elect? Who would have thought an ambitious young man whose father was a Kenyan exchange student in America some long time ago would end up in the white house? Who would have thought that an author of a book with an ambitious title “Audacity of Hope” would be the Commander in Chief of the Armed Forces of the United States?

Yes this is indeed a story well told. This is a story of an audacity of hope. The good book of farming says “Hope does not disappoint…” I guess Obama knew how and when to tell his story.
I am learning to tell my story. It may not be a story that would capture Hollywood or even make headlines on our local dailies, but I am choosing every day to tell my story. I am choosing to dream today. I am choosing to throw away care of failing and hold on to my hope and dream. I am choosing to shout from the rooftop of my heart, that Yes I can, Yes I can. Of course with the gracious help of “I AM”, He who is my strength, He who grants me strength and wisdom in every step of the way and with Him I am shouting Yes I can do all things!!

C’mon whats your story? Are you willing to share it with us?

(Friday, November 7, 2008)


How Beautiful this Moment

I am standing out,
flake by flake it falls,
it’s white, it’s beautiful,
it’s little though,
but the whiteness of it has captured my heart,

I am standing out,
it’s not that cold, but for a Kenyan like me it’s dem cold,
oh how beautiful and gracious it falls,

I am standing out,
looking up beyond the gray sky,
from whence the white stuff is coming from,
This brings a new season in my heart,
oh how timely the fall,

I am standing out,
waiting for more, I don’t know if I should be wishing for it,
but all I know now is that I want more,
to behold the beauty of the white stuff,
for now it’s just the flakes,

I am standing out, waiting,
getting the best of this moment

(Monday, November 10, 2008 at 2:23am)

*If Tomorrow Never Happened

Today as I marveled at the beauty of yet another day in my life,
I wondered,
If I hadn’t lived to see today,
What would my family have had to say about me,
Would my friends have felt the impact of my absence in their life,
And would the world even still for a moment in my honor,
Or would life just go on,

If today would have been my day of demise,
What lesson would I have passed to all I encountered,
What memory would the world have of me,
Would I leave a gap in anyone’s heart,
Or would I just be another number or statistic,
Gone to make room for someone else in the world,

It’s troubling that one can live this life and pass on living behind nothing,
I have gone through many days in my life,
now I wonder how often I rise above the crowd,

Even in the simplest of ways like putting a smile on a long face,
Or maybe sharing the little I may have with someone more deserving than myself,
Tomorrow is but a mirage,

I’m not sure I’ll be around tomorrow to share the best of me with the world,
So I take today to be my very best,
I’m not sure I’ll be here tomorrow,
So I take today to tie all my lose ends together,
To turn all the stones in my life,
So that even if I rest today,
I’ll rest in peace knowing I did my very best,
And most important I gave the very best of me,
And turned every stone on my way!

*(These words are not my own, but they helped me reflect about life)
Posted on Wednesday, September 16, 2009 at 4:48 p.m.

The Unheard Voice

I am too young yet old enough;
I haven’t yet got my first beard;
I haven’t yet had my first period;
yet I am old enough to face life’s challenges

By now I am meant to be learning 1+1
and a b c d;
but the only A B C D that I have learnt is H I V/A I D S;
I am too young yet old enough;

I am out here in the cold, out in the streets;
out in the parking lot stretching my arms begging for alms;
waiting that at least someone will be generous;

‘Where is your mummy and daddy?’ someone asked me the other day
I had no answer.
They have been at home since I was six;
They are always lying on that tattered sack in our dirt floor house;
‘What’s wrong with mummy and daddy’, I asked my aunt once;
She told me that they are taking a nap;
Since then no one comes to visit us anymore;
They say we aint worth helping;

Is it my fault? Did I do anything to deserve this?
Everyday I wake early and head to the waste bins;
My hope each day is that I will find something little;
for my mummy and daddy;
My hope is that someday things will change;
That mummy and daddy will be able to afford those drugs I have heard that are called A R V’s – This is the only alphabet that I know

I am out by the market today and I can see almost everyone
wearing a red ribbon by their chests
“”It’s Worlds AIDS day,” I overhear some neatly dressed school children passing by me saying to each other;
Oh how I envy them, with their neatly ironed clothes and schoolbags;
I just wonder – do they notice me? do they realize that I am infected?
Do they realize that they too are affected?
Do they really mean it when they wear those ribbons?
I am too young yet too old.

Tomorrow as we mark the World’s AIDS day take time to reflect on this unheard voices.

(Sunday, November 30, 2008 at 11:32pm)


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