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My date With the outlawed

For a very long time, i had dreaded the idea or even the thought of find myself in prison. why?, for the obvious reason; All the hardcores are held there.I could not imagine being locked in the same place with murderers and rapists. I used to think that  murderers are people who can stop at nothing to win their way including, taking another persons life. But when i finally found myself in prison, i changed that conception.I realized that most or majority of those facing murder charges are only but cowards,who couldn’t face the challenges of life and ended up being holed up in protected facility where they are feed,clothed and told what to do and where to sleep..

I could not believe it when in the evening; After all the doors were locked{The prison authority locks and don’t open again till morning,even if somebody died in the cells,its a security measure.} the Wanugu’s would come to my corner in the remand cell and sit around me to teach them the word of God. I  prayed with them sometimes  until late in the morning, trying to assure them that the Lord is all merciful and they stand a chance to be forgiven if only they would repent their sins and give their hearts to Christ.

Later after my stint in Jail, i came face to face with the Mob. The day was a Saturday, i had spent the better part of the day at Langata cemetery for the burial of one close friend, who had been knocked down by a speeding motorist on his way home from Visa place where he had attended a live performance by one John Demathew. I was making good the remainder of the evening at my usual joint when i was involved in a heated argument with one makanga over some money he was supposed to pay me for services i had rendered to the crew. This young tout in his early twenties was one of those i had help find footing in the matatu industry but he had joined a group that has personal interests in the industry,thus he had become untouchable. Being a senior staff in the job, i felt i should not let him rob me my sweat,and the driver of the said matatu was called and the issue was resolved to my satisfaction.
I was shocked to find myself surrounded by armed men, i was not armed when the gang of over ten people alighted from the same matatu that i had, had a beef with an hour earlier. They did not bother with taking details but rather one guy with a metal bar aimed at my head and lucky he was; because he got me on the left side, blood flew out from the the cut blocking my view, i wiped with the hand to clear the eyes, just in time as  he aimed the second time, i used my right hand to block the attempt, and got another deep cut on the arm. The rest of the men joined in and it was Everybody hitting where he could see. They were trying to drag me toward the parked Matatu vehicle they had come in to take me far from the crowd that had started to build up.I was poked with a sharp object on the upper lip and felt fresh warm blood in my mouth, i guess that’s when i realized that this people were planing to kill me, i fought back and by the grace of the Almighty God some retreated and created a gap between them which i used to the fullest advantage.The guy with the iron bar aimed again at my head but i was expecting the blow, i bended slightly and he got his friends chest, the guy cried out and they all became confused. I run across the road to at a nearby petrol station where some people had seek refuge, word had gone out that the dreaded gang was on a mission and the town was at stand still. The guard at the gas station tried to chase me off but i stayed put.At least he was one man, i could fight with him if need be, but i was not going to the darkness again, not until i was sure it was safe.
They all got back to the matatu and drove of toward the shopping centre. i was left heavily bleeding but thanks to God i was alive. i build courage and walked the one kilometre journey to my rented house, I found my wife and kids watching TV and decided it was not okay to let the kids see me socked in my own blood, i hanged around for about an hour until i was sure they were in bed and sleeping then knocked at the door.I got first aid from my wife, smoked a roll of weed and hit the bed,the doctor would have to wait for the day to break..
I did not go to the cops the following day and neither in the days after, it would not have helped in any way, this was just an ordinary happening in the matatu industry. When i look back and think about the consequences of what happened, i cant help feeling sorry for those men who have decided to KEEP IT REAL by assaulting others only to be recognised that they belong to a certain gang. This men could have ended up in jail if i had wanted to pursue the case, some if not all could have been convicted, they would by now be serving long sentences but i see them every day.though we don’t exchange a healthy smile, i know who they owe their freedom. As is said, Every dog has its day, when your day comes to face the mob, there is no other way but to face the trial,but at times its a matter of life and death.

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Posted by on October 13, 2010 in Matatu matters



The survival of the blacksheep

I don’t really know the origin of wise words or call them sayings, but it is not rocket science to prove their accuracy. Though not all sayings can be classified as wise words, some have the ability to transform or change one’s direction and the way they look at life and people in general. Bitter as it sometimes sounds, the truth even when time-tested, always does remain the same. So it was said, “the truth stands the test of time”
Does that give you the impression that, whoever said a bad start creates a good step had  insight or some hidden wisdom? Well let’s look at the possibilities; first what has a bad start got to do with a good step? At one time in everyone’s life, when the journey for self awareness begins the mind awakes to the realization that a man (woman) is in chains right from birth and his/her main duty in the world and also his/her destiny is to win for himself some degree of freedom. Armed with this realization, the nature in man looks for ways to escape the awareness of his duty and try as much as possible not to face this reality.
As a first step, man after knowing for a fact that he is not in the world to rest, becomes weak in making decisions that he knows will determine the outcome of his/her future. His awareness of the time he/she is living in starts to affect how he/she acts and thinks.
In majority of cases, people who are known to have had a violated upbringing or those we commonly refer to as the black sheep’s of the family, begins to take note of the activities happening around them. They manage to convince their minds that they re not wanted or loved and so being, those close to them, either relatives or guardians become their source of torment. In order to find acceptance, the culprit expands their circles of companionship by going out of their totem and accepting outsiders’ (strangers) opinions or teachings. As T.S Elliot wrote in his poem ‘The East Cocker’ – Home is where one starts from, as we grow older the pattern become strange with no before or after but a lifetime burning in every direction”
Once outside the circle that had been their only home, most culprits wake up to the reality that it’s not just their family’s who don’t need (love) them, but the world also has no place for their little knowledge or their self-centeredness. They begin to take account of the negative impact life and the human race has had on their messed lives, where in most cases result to depression. Depression arises the feeling of hopelessness and worst being the reality that it is self-inflicted which makes it hard or next to impossible to accept outside help. Their minds are programmed to believe and trust in self and no one else.
Depending on the knowledge previously known to the culprits, majority seeks a companion in religion, while the rest are divided. Some ending up in alcohol and drugs while others commit suicide. Many of those who end up in religious groups are in most cases known to overcome depression with the recognition of, another power higher than man. By their newly found faith they ascribes beneficence and higher purpose to the power which is superior to themselves and envisions a higher destiny and noble attributes that encourages and stimulates them in their struggle for existence.
The other group that finds comfort in drugs are in most cases known or referred to be in denial. Drugs in whatever form come in hardy not only for their ability to free the mind but also for the out of space feeling, which is made possible by the power of stimulated imaginations. They in vain try to seek away out of their problems by freeing the conscious mind that is aware of their difficulties and sinking in the pressure of unconsciousness.caused by and depending on the type of drug and their effect on human chemistry. They find a personal companion in meditation and concentration caused by chemical effects to the human brain cells. Here again, depending on the information previously known to them, this concentration helps them to meditate on either themselves or the negative aspects of other people.
Among those who take drugs that have little effect on their reasoning ability e.g. marijuana and miraa, some choose to lock themselves in their own imaginative world and are later known to adopt a religious lifestyle and manage to raise to public recognition through public forums or projects that require public relations experience, armed with the lessons learned during the period they had isolated themselves from the rest of the world.
To others, the break comes when due to the nature of humans they reach an age where they must reach out of themselves for their opposites. This is when they meet members of opposite sex who accepts them for who they are. This new feeling of being accepted triggers their believe in themselves and in order to conceal their messed lives from their new-found love, some return to the public life in a rush to catch up with the rest. They use their trained understanding to seek for careers or opportunities that have higher financial returns that will help them to achieve the goals they had imagined in their former state of mind.
Among those who take alcohol and hard drugs, majority are known to find faults in everything and everybody most of them end up committing petty crimes like stealing from their house and close relatives. Some do recover but majority becomes defendant on relatives or making their homes in places where alcohol or those drugs can be easily accessed.
In order to maintain the perfect law of nature, violated homes and black sheep’s will always be with us, It would be a great loss to the world if everybody was brought up in a perfect home, it would seem lacking with absence of  people like 50 Cent, Bob Marley and our very own Bishop, Margaret Wanjiru. As a famous activist once said,” Big things are done by little people who think big thoughts and then go out into the world to make their dreams true”. Or to put it in a more spiritual way. Only those who see the invisible can do the impossible. Jesus is quoted in the good book of having said that the poor will always be with us I guess even the black sheep’s. It starts with rejection then acceptance finally success.
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Posted by on October 12, 2010 in Spiritual wisdom



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