Connecticut Life Cuts

I wish I could enter into a murderer's mind to know what drives him to kill, even children. I slept on a broken heart, feeling for those families which have been shattered by the loss of their young kids whose lives were cut shot before they could even start. The innocence they wore was too colourful to imagine them dying at such a tender age as though they were the world's greatest sinners. It is so sad. The young man ended up killing himself too after wiping away those little angels in Freetown like he was on a murder mission. His mother then found dead when investigations begin. Something must have gone wrong. It's a riddle which no one might be able to crack. 27 people just lost their lives because of someone's uncontrollable anger. Not fair by all standards. He did what they do in the movies when someone realizes that there is no point of living after killing so many people - shot himself, so no one could be asked questions nor get a court hearing and get prosecuted in the long run, all gone with the wind.

I can only imagine what the parents of those children are going through. I remember the sort of pain my mother was in when we lost our young sister of five months old. I was too young to understand the pain of death but those scenes have never left my mind. I wonder how people are supposed to cope with that. You could go into depression unknowingly. I watched as the US President, Barack Obama, shed tears while giving his remarks on the incident. I guess if it would have been Kenya, you would never have seen Kibaki for three months and no one would seem to be serious about it apart from the politicians who would visit the casualties in hospital and leave them with nothing. It's been our culture, and we are used to it.

How do you even move on from that?  Suddenly you are all over the news and the cute children you used to see around are no more. That school will never be the same again. My heart goes out to them. There just needs to be an improvement in the way we treat family; listen to them more, grow warm to each other, and find ways of solving problems without leaving them to roll over. We should not take anyone for granted. Some people cannot bare it. Hurt people hurt people. The consequences could be dire as in this case. No one wants to lose a life out of the distress of someone they do not even know.

Only God can save this world.

What If No One Votes?

I am a registered Kenyan voter. Lets begin from there to be on the safe side. I might seem like I am discouraging people from registering for the march 2013 General Election. But, I mean, Kenyan politics has just been full of wordy garbage over the years including embezzlement of public funds. We are tired, but we don't show it. I recently put up a post on my facebook account urging people to vote. It read as follows...

You might be sceptical about whether voting in the March 2013 elections will change Kenya, but the fact remains that the political and economical stability of this country will affect you in one way or another for as long as you live within these borders. And that depends on who will be voted in as president as well as your local administrators. You have the power to take Kenya towards the direction you want it to go. Don't think that your vote is too little to count. If you make the decision and your neighbour also does, friends and family, we shall never be the same. It starts with one - you. Lets register. No one else will change Kenya. It's us, because we are Kenya.
 

Sharing it in one of the facebook groups I am subscribed to, someone commented that he does not think our politics will ever change, so they did not see the need to register. Well, I challenged that and cited the example of the situation in Egypt. The citizens there fight for what they believe in.

He replied by giving me a very interesting scenario. Just what if we showed our politicians how serious we are about our country by failing to vote? What if no one casted the ballot and no one is voted in? Some sort of a silent revolution. It would be televised, right? Well, I thought about it and came up with a few insights, which I'll keep to myself. It actually makes sense, doesn't it?

Let the people decide.

Meanwhile, am working my ass off so I can get money for Christmas. I shall be going to Mombasa with a group of friends with whom we have formed a gospel company called Watume. Time to enjoy ourselves and just thank God for life and all. Back to work! 

Nightmare of Miss Right!

Girls are everywhere these days. Am not sure if I believe the government statistics released the other day that the ration of men and women in Kenya is 1:1. Am a student at Daystar university. Unless it's a matter of the courses that the institution offers, then I do not understand how we can be 10 boys in a class against 30 girls. How does that work?

The challenge however is coping with our emotions. I am 24 years old now. Am sure my mother keeps asking herself when I will be introducing my girlfriend to her. It's hard to find one. I have too many options but it is not as easy as it seems. The girls am eyeing are good for me. The only thing that is confusing is the fact that I can't open up to all of them.

The other day I proposed for a relationship to one of them but I was kept pending. It still stands to date. She never talks about it. I had a crush on another one who told me she is not ready for a commitment but on hearing that I had interests on someone else, came back asking what happened to my feelings for her. It does not work like that.

Is it just Nairobi chics who fear commitment or it's a trend the world over? I am not sure what people keep waiting for. I have read in tabloids and other magazines that men fear commitment but I do not think that that is the real situation on the ground. I wonder how it is possible to wait for perfect conditions in order to start loving someone.

Of course I will be reminded of how the heart needs to heal from past relationships, which in some cases it's like ten thousand years ago. But it is in my opinion sadly turning out to be nonsense. Lets just be. I love you, let's carry on. This does not mean I am inconsiderate of those who have really been hurt. While you keep waiting to heal, the world is moving and those people who want you now will have moved on miles ahead of you the moment you realize that they really meant what they said.

I am still struggling to understand how some chic wants me to feel when she now wants me to be her boyfriend while she refused we become an item five years ago. Seriously, I moved on with life. This is when you're waking up??? My heart is not an organization yawa.