Positive Quote For Today

"The only way that we can live, is if we grow. The only way that we can grow is if we change. The only way that we can change is if we learn. The only way we can learn is if we are exposed. And the only way that we can become exposed is if we throw ourselves out into the open. Do it. Throw yourself."— C. JoyBell C.

The Me of Today

With permission, I have extracted this picture-quote from Brooksrunning.com. All rights reserved worldwide.

Over the last thirteen years since I turned 18, I have at times thought of myself as a handsome young man. And the interest some young women have shown in me has helped me to confirm that I am indeed as handsome as I perceive myself to be.

Yes, a couple of lasses have had a crush on me over the last thirteen years. Like some time in the year of our Lord 2011 when I was teaching at a small school in Nairobi called Mathematics Institute of Kenya, one of my female students started behaving in a way that made it apparently clear that she fancied me.

Then in the course of the year 2015 when I was teaching piano at Wynton House of Music in Nairobi, a young woman then of 31 years got employed as a receptionist of the music school. From the instant she was employed, she started showing an interest in me by coming to where I was to share stories with me. But it didn't hit me she was taken with me till one day when she told me of how she liked the way I smiled.

And then there is this lass in my neighbourhood called Barbra [not her real name] who started showing an interest in me way back in 2005 after I cleared my high school studies. In December of that year when I visited her home, she gave me a jumper that I loved wearing when I was in Starehe Institute in 2006.

At another time in 2011, I visited Barbra's home only to find she was all alone with her little child. She invited me into the living room where we talked about sex and relationships, a discussion that I found rather steamy. As our talk progressed, she tucked her little child in another room and then came to seduce me. Somehow, I resisted her advances.

Though I was never infatuated with Barbra, I sometimes earlier in this decade enjoyed dropping by her shop in our hometown of Kiserian to talk about - yes, you guessed it right - sex and relationships. I found her talks insightful and exciting in an immoral way. She at one time took advantage of my visits to her shop by asking me to take her for outings in a posh hotel.

One late evening in the year 2013 as I was taking a leisurely walk in Kiserian, I chanced to meet with Barbra as she was walking to her home, or rather, her parents' home where she lived. When we met, she asked me to accompany her. And like a fool, I gave in to her request.

Of Barbra asking me to accompany her to her home that late evening reminds me of the story in the Book of Proverbs about a young simple man lacking judgement who, as he was going down the street, met a woman who led him astray with her smooth talk. That's why I have said I gave in to Barbra's request like a fool.

And, as you might already be thinking, Barbra tried to seduce me as we strolled to her home. She asked me to fondle her breasts but I resisted the temptation. Then she implored me to carry her in my arms but I again resisted the temptation. Mark you, she was cajoling me to do all that during dark hours as we walked on lonely paths surrounded by bushes and trees.

Looking back, I am feeling grateful that I resisted the temptations that Barbra lay on me that late evening because if I had fondled her breasts or carried her in my arms, I would most probably have explored her further in one of the surrounding bushes during that dark hour. And who knows? I might have picked up a disease or made her pregnant. Today, she could be pestering me to help her take care of a child I wasn't prepared to bring up.

I am feeling grateful for shizzle that the me of today inherited peace of mind from the me of yesterday who resisted Barbra's temptations. And I am now asking myself, "What will the me of tomorrow inherit from the me of today?"

That question has inspired me to keep on making good decisions. Like I will avoid over-eating so that the me of tomorrow doesn't inherit excess weight from the me of today. I will also keep on exercising daily and acquiring knowledge each passing day.

My beloved reader, I beseech you to also ask yourself regularly, "What will the me of tomorrow inherit from the me of today?" Over to you!


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Reconnecting With Music

I came to like this photo of the small cute boy entertaining a cat with a recorder. It speaks so much about the power of music, doesn't it? And if you know the genuine copyright holder of the photo, please let me know so that I can acknowledge him and link my audience to his website.

As I have said before in this blog, I decided to switch churches when I was leaving Starehe Institute in April 2007. I looked for one in Nairobi where I could be worshipping during my university time in JKUAT which I was slated to join the following month. Having been brought up a Roman Catholic, I visited two catholic churches in Nairobi but they didn't click with me.

Then one night that April as I was surfing the internet in a Starehe Institute computer lab, I thought of going to All Saints' Cathedral. My Starehe schoolmate Moses Aran had told me of the rousing reception he had received in the cathedral after he played the trumpet during one of its services.

That night as I contemplated of visiting All Saints' Cathedral, I asked Moses Aran for directions to the cathedral as we surfed internet in the Starehe Institute lab I have told you about.

"It's next to Uhuru Park," Aran replied in Swahili, a tad too lightly.

Armed with that scant knowledge given by Aran, I set off for the cathedral the following morning. And I didn't have trouble locating it when I reached Uhuru Park. I entered into the cathedral and sat through one service and after it was over, I approached the organist who didn't show much interest in me.

Undeterred, I attended the service that followed and after it was over, I again approached the organist. And wow! This time, the organist was an amiable gentleman called Dr. Imbugi Luvai who turned out to be very welcoming. As soon as I told him I was a Starehe student with skills on playing the piano, he went out of his way to introduce me to the cathedral's 9.30am English service choir which I joined and came to love being part of.

Two or three Sundays after my first visit to the cathedral, Dr. Imbugi Luvai allowed me to help him out on the organ during church service by letting me accompany the majestic hymn "I Will Sing the Wondrous Story". I played it so well which was nothing new to me since I had accompanied hymns on many occasions during my time at Starehe. But guess what! Some of my fellow choristers were taken by surprise that I could play the organ. They looked at me with amazement and wonder as if I had just discovered a cure for HIV/AIDS.

For the next one year or so, I continued attending church services at the cathedral where I learnt more hymns and accompanied a number of them on the organ. And oh my, aren't Anglican hymns beautiful and inspiring!

But guess what again! Beginning some time in August 2008, I stopped attending church in the cathedral when I started going astray at the university in JKUAT. And for the next four or so years, I also ceased playing the piano regularly and the organ as well.

A few friends became concerned that I was wasting my talent in music by failing to practise the piano during those four years. One friend called 'Sir' Emmanuel Karanja, a brilliant house-mate of mine at Starehe Boys' Centre who I met in JKUAT, told me on several occasions, "Thuita, you can play the piano!"

Even my brother Paddy asked me some time in 2009 whether I still played the piano. I told him I did which was a lie because I had no access to a piano and was then not regularly attending church as I used to before I went astray at JKUAT in 2008.

Come 2012, I decided in earnest to reconnect with my music talent by getting myself a piano keyboard. I asked for help from my friend Shemaiah Mwakodi, who used to run a piano school in down-town Nairobi, but the piano keyboard he gave me was too old and decrepit to be of any use to me.

Around that time I was craving to acquire a piano keyboard, something fortuitous happened which I think was a divine intervention. My brother Paddy organized for me a job to teach piano to the family of Mr. Seni Adetu, the then CEO of East African Breweries Limited (EABL) who was about to emigrate to England with his family. I taught his family for only three weeks and, believe it or not, the money I earned was enough to buy myself a piano keyboard.

That afternoon after I was paid for my teaching services at Mr. Adetu's posh home, I hastily bought a piano keyboard in down-town Nairobi. I felt a deep sense of fulfilment as I travelled home with the keyboard; the kind of fulfilment that authors feel to have their first book published. The piano keyboard helped me to reconnect with my music talent. I still have it to this day here in my room; it makes me fully alive when I play songs on it.

Plato once stated that music gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination and life to everything. I have therefore purposed to fully reconnect with music by playing my piano keyboard regularly as well as by listening to music in my laptop with a faith that I will develop into the creative and motivated young man I desire to be. So help me God.

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