Waterworks ahead

I have noticed, for the past year or so, that I have been attending more funerals than weddings, christenings, graduations , birthday parties etc. put together. I wonder why?

A few weeks ago one of my friends lost her mom and we went for the funeral service. Now I had met the mom only once before she passed on but when the pall bearers wheeled in the coffin into the church for the service to start I totally fell apart. The waterworks started and I could not bring myself to stop.

Especially since the song we were singing was this

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.


My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!


For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

But, Lord, ‘tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;Oh trump of the angel!
Oh voice of the Lord!Blessèd hope, blessèd rest of my soul!

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.


That is one beautiful song but it always makes me cry even during joyous ocassions.
The lady who was sitting next to me offered me a paper hanky, I had carried plenty of my own too but I did not know how I was going to be this bad. Her concern turned into disgust because she did not see why I was crying as clearly I was not a member of the family neither was I anyone close as far as she could see.

Finally, she moved to find another seat, never mind that the church was well and truly packed.
I did not understand her reaction to someone crying during a funeral Ok it was not the boohoo Jaramogi is dead (mutumia 2006) variety just silent tears streaming down my face.
So why was I crying so hard?

For one reason only: that after all your hard work, play and whatever else you do in your life we are all destined to end up in a wooden box. Makes life a little meaningless if you look at it that way.

Have yourself a lovely weekend

A feast for the eyes

My favorite part of the day is the time it takes me to get from the office to the house.

It holds very nice surprises.

When the weather is good, as it has been of late at that hour of the day, I usually walk home from the city center.

And yesterday I ran into a lovely surprise. A beautiful man crossing the street to the sidewalk where I was. I had all the time to admire and meza mate because that specimen must have been made on Monday first thing.

He was very tall, dark and luscious just to eat up with the eyes. I walked behind him for about 100m and enjoyed ogling shamelessly. Yes we were going the same direction.

There was something about his carriage, something uncommon. He was at ease with his body; you know not pushing the chest forward as he walks, not dragging the feet, an internal rhythm almost like a dance with every step he took.

And he had a great body no sagging belly, or if there was it was well camouflaged, beautiful fingers terrific butt, aie. Wacha tu.

Then I noticed something. If a lady passed by going in the opposite direction, he would let her pass and then turn to look at the count of three.

Like this lady passes.

One

Two

Three

Turn to look at the posterior of the girl who had passed without fail. LOL. Why??

For the record we girls love to ogle and do it without getting rooted to the spot like some people I know. Because we can see very well from the corner of the eyes.

Random Monday

Thanks but no thanks do I need to be more fearful than I am already?

The rising level of insecurity has become such a hot topic of late that the Sunday Nation had to have a blaring headline on the same.

This is really tabloidy, with all due respect for my favorite paper. For a while I have been giving the headlines a mental blackout. The important stuff is really within the paper the headline is a lot of noise, all form to grab your attention but no content. The more controversial, the better it seems.

Is there a single place where I feel totally secure as a Kenyan? Only one that is deep down in shags (upcountry) where the most threatening thing you will come across is an army of red ants. Those things are lethal I tell you.

There still are certain streets and estates that are a no go zone especially after sunset. Though it is a joy to be able to walk through the city center without coming across huge street men and women to whom you have to pay toll fee. And not step on someone’s tomatoes in the process of dodging cars off the street.

What is the obsession with making OUR country safe for tourists who will come here for just one week or two at most and go back where they came from?

It is time the people in charge changed their tune. It seems it is OK for Kenyans to go around feeling insecure but Amadioha forbid that one of our visitors feels the same.

In other news extra virgin olive oil does find interesting use.

Thinking aloud

Ladies and gentlemen: What would your reaction be if your gf/bf/hubby/wife/partner .. proposed a living arrangement where you do not have to share a bed/ bedroom, that is if you are living together? And why?

Is it something you would consider? Note there is no compelling reason for that e.g. illness, deafening snores, acrimony between the two of you etc. Just as a choice.

Have a lovely weekend.