Soliloquy...

"Lives of great men all remind us/We can make our lives sublime/And, departing, leave behind us/Footprints on the sands of time;Footprints, that perhaps another/Sailing o'er life's solemn main/A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing,With a heart for any fate ;Still achieving, still pursuing,Learn to labor and to wait. Voices of The Night; A psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I have mellowed over time, no longer the fiery temperamental young man...some call that maturity but I call it 'learning the ways of the world.' In it, I have had nights of introspection, trying to put meaning to why I live... It's that time of the year...the end of it..when I take stock of my deeds..my achievements..my failures...and what the world held me for and what I accrued from it.. I am doing something right now..but that iota of satisfaction is missing...the sense of being helpful lacking. What am I gaining...is it just money? In which case, I have failed in my quest to leave a worth while footprint...what am I learning..Is it anything substantial for my future quests...or am I just getting comfortable? "Better to suffer it than live under it/I'm never gonna be just fine, no way/I'm never gonna be that guy/I'm never gonna be just fine/but there are times i need you to remind me/I'm never gonna be that guy/I'm never gonna be just fine." The consequences of leaving are great...the uncertainty! But it's time I left...wander and wander till I reach my destination... It's a risk that I'm willing to take and move yonder to the unknown... Time to begin life afresh...

A Longtime, Is A Short Time.....Carthasis?

I do give my whole in everything I do. I learnt that the hard way. Over time, you get the feeling all is not what it seems. Sometimes, one feels like they are giving up. But when you wake up in the middle of the night and think of where you want to be: it's a spur to work harder. It's an own volition but then some things are kept away from you. One wonders.... Mornings are hopeful, evenings, a body soaking moment, to get rid of the days fatigue. For how long should this go on.. I long for others to be human. To understand the basic tenets of motivation; try to make someone feel they are helpful and their ideas are worth. It may not be the greatest of ideas or Nobel winning initiatives but there is a chance, when appreciated. I feel the need to take a walk, but I would like to do so when am content, I made a change in my life. I made a positive improvement in attitudes and perceptions of others. I made a change in life. It's not easy, but I will. I agree with the mantra: wait and your turn shall come. But I also live by a personal ethos; knock and it shall be opened. I am going for it. This is the time....it may not seem the-ready-time for you but for me. I am in for it.. Join me in my journey...

Brother For Sale For A Cup Of Flour!!!

We pretend we are blind, to the beauty of colors.
We assume, we are privileged, when we are of a different complexion from the majority of those present.
The pedestal on which we place ourselves is a mere fallacy.

I see a people, so brain-washed, so pathetic! A people so intent on believing that they are less equal, less bright, less capable!
Why....?
Years and years of deliberate mental segregation, coupled with illiteracy, and poverty.
Surely, being poor can make you sell your mum...but must you do it?
Why do you bend so low, as to allow your dignity, your soul, your future and those of your progeny, to be trampled on?
Is being poor a curse?

People worship people, not because of the good deed, or as a result of inspiring speeches and sacrifice, but because of COLOR!
Stooges are created, willing to trade off their ilk, for a cup of flour...is this how low we have sunk?

They have long realized this..and play well while at it..
But times do change..and you should be prepared to live..live on your sweat, just and fair...equal, each according to his measure not color.

There's more to a man, than the color of his nostrils.
There's more to a man, than your perception of his imperfections.
There's more to a man, than to being BLACK OR WHITE..

The measure of a human being, is in his ability to transcend the superficial..

We are on a grand voyage...the first step is a smile...

As I Grow Older....

The folly of Youth,
Is in the perception..
Of youth..a vanity..
As I grow older..
Every step is measured..
Every breath counted..

Sometimes,
We are thrust upon responsibility..
The thought..exhilarating..
The execution, hazy...
Then you realize..
You need to sit at someone's feet..
Learn, yes learn, the tenets of human complexity..

As a youth,
Everything has to go my way..
As I grow older,
A few loses are salient..
Lessons in imperfections..
Lessons..in appreciation.

As I grow older,
I am naked..
My imperfections real..
My limitations a yoke..
Leaves too enjoy the wind..
But they are seldom aware of being blown away.

It takes time..
I now appreciate..
To be the one you want to be..
But with a little effort..
Fruition is nigh..
One more push and am better than yesterday..
Continuous learning..
Every step a lesson...

We wish..
But don't prepare to receive..
I'm not sure am prepared now..
But one thing is certain..
Am better than yesterday..
More conscious..
More certain of life..
More assertive..
Most salient..
More Accommodating...
It come as one gets older..

The Youth's Folly...

Being a youth in Kenya, can be the most fascinating thing..
We are better educated..
We understand our needs..our wants..
We have a pretty good idea on what ails our society..
Poverty, disease, ignorance...
And above all a tinge of megalomania!
Why...
When do we expect to take the reins and chart a course for this nation?
When will we re-build the down-trodden facilities, regain the trust that Kenyans had on National institutions, set pace for a future that we would like to bequeth our grandchildren?
Are we doing enough, or are we already complacent..
Are we singing the same tunes that our fathers sung..or
do we dare trod our own paths..
Where has our patience to nurture projects, to live by our own means, to be honest,
to judge with the brain and let the heart guide us?
We are failing this country..
With our dreams of magnanimity..
With our culture of dreaming from the couch..
With the haste we handle matters of salience..
With the zealotry we profess..
That's the Youth's Folly and its costing this country, Kenya.

In pursuit of Happiness....

I want to be happy...
But seldom am I at peace..
Drudgery, deceit..
War..pain..
Can I really Be Happy..

Back when I was young,
They pelt my buttocks..
So as I could go to school,
Study..Become a Doctor..
Get a good Job..
Life was Hard..but I made it..
Now am A Doctor..
But am I happy?

Armed with a Degree..
I set out...to conquer the world..
To save the sick beings..
To discover drugs..
Drive a big car..
And have two rascals,
running around the house!

This never happened..
Was asked whom I knew..
Or how much I can commit..
Kitu-kidogo was the name..
And the door was shut..
I wonder why..

I want to be Happy..
But the odds are innumerable..
All I can afford..
Is a fixed portrait grin..
That's how happy I am...
But I yearn for more!

Reminisces......

Sometimes sombre moments make of great times for thought..
I buried ma grand father on Saturday, 16th Jan. 2010..
It's hard to imagine life without him..
But one thing that's for certain...
Life must go on..
Watching the mound...fresh...
Tears roll down my face...for it's an error that we
have lost!
A self less man...who managed to hide his whole family
from the philandering ways of General Iddi Amin..
Grew a family from very humble beginnings..
To give them education and above all an ethos
to live by..
The best memory I could give him...
Is to give back to the society...
It's the memories that are painful..
It's the thought that wrenches the heart..
It's the heart that keeps the fire burning..
The umbilicus..still hangs from my ancestors...
Am of the 'Puny' clan....
I Jaramogi...
Till death comes my way....
Till I join my ancestors....
In body..
In spirit..
I'll keep your memory alive....
The Reminisces...

To Anderikus Onyango Omedio (1922- 12th, January, 2010)