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I versus me.

Perhaps its only me but I guess there are others out there who have the same problem  i have. And this problem is distinguishing between what I really want and what the forces that determine who I am  wants. I don’t know whether to call them forces or voices, but what I mean are the different personalities that comes alive in me at different circumstances.

On one hand I’m a preacher of the good news. I’m not a pastor at any church, but nevertheless Preaching  is the main principle that takes the center stage in my life. I preach Jesus who was born of Mary and was baptized of John and received the holy spirit from God. I  tell my friends, family and anyone who crosses my path to do what Jesus told Nicodemus to do if he wanted to see the kingdom of God, and that is; to be baptized  by water to receive the holy spirit. I have helped quite a number find their strength back after being baptized in the name of Jesus.

On a different settings , I’m a matatu driver and probably one of the best. If you are a Kenyan you know what being the best matatu driver really means, I’m one of those who drive on the side walks, overlapping, using bypasses and the obvious cutting in on slow vehicles. I mostly drive the fancy types, the ones fitted with  slick alloy rims, fully loaded music system and state of the art designs. In a single day, I break almost every traffic law in the book, sometimes, i bribe my way out in-case I get caught. Did I mention that I take home some extra cash, well that happens like four times in a week. This me the matatu driver then goes home at the end of the day and becomes yet another person.

I am a father and a husband, That is to say that, there are other souls somewhere whose future is most likely to be influenced by the choices I make and how i relate with them.  I don’t know what kind of father I am, but i know I don’t make one of the best husbands. I have my ups and downs like everybody else, but  judging by how my kids are facing life everyday, I guess I’m not the worst father either. When I’m at home, I take on a different role, that  of a teacher, not necessarily preaching or teaching the word, but like a shepherd watching and setting the boundaries and also providing  guidelines where education{knowledge} and good behaviors is concerned. I might not have provided them with everything they would desire to have but i have neither denied them most of the basics for survival.

Still in yet another setting, I’m an artist; a writer, a public speaker and an actor. When i change to this mode, everything about me changes, the language,  stance, facial expression. I become like one of the learned, i walk the walk and talk the talk. I have  a website for my artistic work. i call it wambururu’s blogs. I have posted blogs  in articles on my views and observation  about the matatu industry and life in general.

The four personalities i have described above have nothing to do with what i really want but i see them as the work of the forces that operates within me. My desire in life is to find peace with God, make enough wealth and raise a God-fearing family and most of all enjoy a good health while writing and directing movies. I guess that explains why i preach,{to find peace with God} drive matatu{to feed my family and make wealth} and write{to build a public profile}

While I try to see what life has in store for me I will continue just being me or us for that matter.

 
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Posted by on March 16, 2011 in Its life

 

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A marriage of national interest

Just out of curiosity, though I hear that curiosity killed the cat, I would really like to know what merits will be used when the regular and the administration police units will be merged. I’m a Nairobi-resident and i don’t see myself moving to any other part of the country in the near future; not unless i win a green-card plus all expenses paid trip to America.{ I would want to go to a land that has a history of milk and honey}But  i haven’t  applied for the green card yet and it’s not part of the things I’m planning to do this year, i don’t even have a pass port. So,In the mean time, i guess i will stick long enough to see the policing units becoming one.

I’m deeply concerned about the two agencies  because as a Kenyan living in the heart of the capital, i know what they each mean to me and i believe to majority of us. I have great respect for this men and women,because without them live would be more tougher  than it is right now.I have this respect for the men and women who sacrifice their life day and night to keep us safe.

The administration police are to  me the true ambassadors of good government. why? because ,,(1) They are always very close to mwana-nchi to a point that at times it looks as if they are not cops. (2)They are in every village all over the country As long as there is a chief.

In the Urban centers, they are the one’s who stop crime once and for all. When ever there is a notorious criminal in their jurisdiction,  they hunt him and hand him over to the regular police. if he is again released may be after some corrupt deals, and he becomes a nuisance to the area residents, the Ap’s [as we commonly call them] will hunt the criminal down, shoot him in cold or warm or hot or whatever blood and  handover his body to the regulars.We all know the administration police and we respect their authority, even the ever furious and heavily armed Pokot’s and Turkana’s knows and respect them.

I live in an area that had been a problem to walk at night for many years but, by what must have been a God sent blessing, two AP’s were posted at Rongai chiefs camp. This two gentlemen deserves praise, i always meet them at odd hour patrolling the dark areas  stopping everyone but arresting none. It just feels good to know that they are that closer,even if you were to be attacked all you need do is call for help and they will be there in no time. long live the Administration police.

The Regular.

I’m not writing about individuals so i hope nobody takes this personally but all the same, there probably might be some who are good but i personally don’t know of anyone in particular. Those that i have dealt with have not given me a reason to want to have anything to do with them ever. I think this agency of our beloved government  was designed to operate like it does.They are the salesmen and women who sell justice, a good friend of mine tried to defend them in an article in the daily papers claiming that it is not the institution that is corrupt  but individuals. As much as i would like to agree with her, i still feel like the problem is with the syllabus  or whatever they call their guide-book at kiganjo.

When i was a young boy, i used to take to my hells every time i saw a police land-rover drive through the village, today over fifteen years later, my experience with them in the ten years i have been in the Matatu industry has but given meaning to all those times i had taken off. But at-times i am convinced that is how it’s supposed to work;  The good Administration cops and the Bad regular cops.

The issue of now bringing the two agencies together will cause a lot of dissatisfaction especially to the regular police because,they will now have to stay clear of corruption or train their counterparts.

 
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Posted by on March 9, 2011 in Matatu matters

 

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The women of my life

The international women  day marked is hundredth anniversary this year. Congratulation all mothers and girls  all over the world on this international day of recognition. I feel a personal responsibility to  recognize the women who have made my life what it is and have continued to support me over the years. On average I’m an everyday Kenyan hustling in the matatu industry, trying to raise a family. On the other hand, I have a dream of becoming the voice, for my brothers who work in the matatu industry.

As our mothers and sisters celebrate their day, I wish to show my appreciation to the following beautiful women.

My Mother.

For as long as the gospel of Jesus Christ will be preached the name Mary will always be mentioned and given a special place in the hearts of men, and so it shall be for my mother and all mothers,depending on the outcome of our life’s.The bible tells me that God knew me before he formed me in my mother’s womb, that tells me that God knew my mother before He formed that child in side her body. Today is a big day for you mama God loves you so.

Mwalimu Wanjiru.

I was reading the scriptural story of the childhood of Jesus Christ and there was this story  of how it came to pass that, Joseph decided to take Jesus to school after bowing to pressure from neighbors and close associates. He and Mary prepared Jesus and took him to school (to learn his numbers}.

Upon being interviewed, the school master asked Jesus to say; alpha – and Jesus repeated- alpha. The school master then told him to say Beta; but Jesus refused, no matter how much the teacher asked him to repeat, he refused and asked the teacher to tell him what Alpha means before going to Beta.The teacher thought the young Jesus was being rude and picked a stick to strike him, but his hand became withered. Jesus then explained to the school master all the alphabet, from the first to the last, their meaning and the reason they are place in that order. The school master told Joseph, ”this Kid needs no education he seems to be wise than Noah who built the ark

Mwalimu wanjiru was my school master at Gikambura primary school between the year 1981 and 1989 and since I was not  Jesus, I had to go through the system to learn my numbers. it is because of her efforts that this article is written in English. Where ever she is ; God bless her.

Yvonne Owuor.

If there is anything that makes us equal, forget the beer commercials that says, that  a certain brand of beer makes us equal and has no equal. The real thing that brings two ,would never have met, people together is a taxi. This is how I met her. The renowned writer and a senior academic staff at Aga khan university appeared in my life just  Like the Phillip appeared to the Ethiopian  and the Ethiopian was baptized. Our belief time together got me thinking about giving writing and the use of words the respect they deserve. where ever she is, home or abroad God bless her.

My wife.

The bible says that , soon after creation, God saw that man was lonely and always by himself, he caused him to sleep and a lib was taken from him that formed the woman. Since then, and for as long as we shall keep this body, man will never be complete without a woman by his side. My wife is the only woman who comes  closer to replacing my lib. God bless her too.

 
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Posted by on March 8, 2011 in Spiritual wisdom

 

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A messenger worth the honor

I recently hosted one of the staff writers with a giant media house,and i honesty felt honored after so many years of trying to reach out to someone out there who would listen to our side of the story or at least help us reach whoever is responsible.
I had talked to the Nation media staff writer a week before through what i can only call an act of God. I say it’s an act of God because it so happened that, she wrote an article in the Monday paper that I felt was positive and truly reasonable. I wrote back to thank her for her article and that’s how it all started.
That  morning of the big day she was coming to get our side of the story, I left home earlier than usual, I was more than certain she would honor the 11.00 o clock appointment. She arrived a few minutes to mid day. I was waiting at the main stage and as luck would have it, she had commuted to Rongai in a matatu driven by one of the drivers I had selected for her  to interview.I watched her from where a was standing as she walked to the restaurant where were supposed to meet, I had mastered her face from a picture that had appeared on that day’s paper next to her article. She was more beautiful in person now that you connect the pretty face to a perfect figure.
After the Hi, am ……and– the pressure to meet you,,,I took her to a fresh fruits juice joint as we waited for the other drivers to arrive. As I sat across her , I could not help to imagine what it was like to be a career woman,a wife and worst of all a writer. Forgive me if am wrong but if the  ghosts that haunts me until I pick a pen and write something, also pays her a visit, I guess she is in a lot more troubles than I am.  She makes a living through the pen. but at least she works for a media group, that is probably the biggest we have in East Africa.
The first thing I learned about her was that, she is probably in a very happy relationship,{ she kept mentioning her husband and relating events where he has been involved. {that really works for Guys,I hope my wife does the same. it makes men feel guilty to even think of coming between such two people.} Other than that,she was your every day Modern girl having an ordinary day out in the sun.
The interview went well and  She seemed satisfied with what we finally managed.
What actuality captured my attention happened when she was leaving, I did feel a bit of guilty seeing, I had not offer her some water to wash her feet as was the custom of the early Israelite. Rongai is part of the larger Masaai land and is mostly dusty during the dry session.

We stopped by a shoeshine to wipe off some dust. As the shoeshine  was  wiping  her shoes, i recalled an incident written in the bible in Matt.10-14, where Jesus had told his disciples to– shake off the dust from their feet whenever they went to any city and the people of that city  refuse to hind to their words. The bible says that a curse would befall that city,  Well, I hoped the curse would not befall us seeing we had not only listened  to her words but we had also share our story with the messenger.
As I escorted her to bound a matatu back to her work station, i knew deep in my heart that  the day had finally come. Here was a woman who had already made it big time in my area of interest. And judging by her personality , she was the angel. The word says that – when the Lord wants to bless you, He sends a person in your life. well, I guess my angel did finally arrive.

Just when all had been finalised and she was ready to go,the ugly face of the matatu industry just decide to show up. We mistakenly bounded the wrong Matatu at the most un-supposed to happen time.The said vehicle  is known to be fitted with very loud but poor quality music system, i hope she survived the noise.

 
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Posted by on March 2, 2011 in Matatu matters

 

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