Lost Weight; Alleluia!
A True Story
on Apr 9, 2020
How are you, my dear reader? I trust all is well with you and that you are having the hope to cope with the way the coronavirus is changing the way we live, work and relate with others. As for me, I am super-awesome, and I am delighted to report that I have lost weight and regained my youthful swagger.
If you don't know my story, I first gained excess weight sometime in the year 2008 when I was admitted at JKUAT hospital where I did nothing but eat and sleep. Whenever I met old friends after I was discharged from the hospital, some of them would remark on how big I had grown. Even my siblings made similar remarks. Like at one time in December of that year 2008, I vividly recall my immediate elder brother Paddy commenting in a worried manner on how puffy my cheeks looked.
Since that year 2008, I have battled to lose my weight, sometimes successfully, sometimes unsuccessfully. And the reason I have battled to lose weight is because I don't like looking like a flabby faddy-daddy. I love looking young and youthful, just like the way my hero Barack Obama looked when he was gunning for the U.S. presidency in 2008.
There was a time I had grown so plump that whenever I went to a photo studio to have myself pictured, I would come out feeling dissatisfied with what the cameras had captured. I was just way too big to be called a young man yet I was in my twenties!
Sometime in 2016, a primary school classmate of mine named Macharia confirmed my fears that I had indeed gained excess weight when we met in my hometown of Kiserian and he brusquely commanded me in Kikuyu, "You are too heavy. Do some exercises man!" That excess weight that I had made me worry about how I would feel if I got featured in the media for something good I had done as it has always been my dream. I am sure it would have lowered my self-esteem to see myself in the newspapers in such kind of elephantine shape.
That's why I am delighted, and very delighted indeed, to report that I have lost weight and regained my youthful swagger. I can now confidently share my latest photos as I have done above. Also, I am now unafraid to produce a video for each of the hymns I am planning to compose, God willing. And how elated I would feel to see the videos aired on TV!
Having known how demoralizing it is to be plump, I have resolved to maintain the leanness of my body by eating moderately and exercising daily for the rest of my life in this grand and beautiful planet. I know from my past experiences that if I slacken a bit by feasting on too much food without exercising, I will easily gain weight like a balloon being filled with air.
Yes, I will strive to maintain the leanness of my body for the rest of my life. Hopefully, those who will observe my body before I am laid to rest in my grave will utter a description of my physique similar to the following one about the body of Wolfgang von Goethe that was written by Johann Peter Eckermann in the year of our Lord 1832:
The morning after Goethe's death, a deep desire seized me to look once again upon his earthly garment. His faithful servant, Frederick, opened for me the chamber in which he was laid out. Stretched upon his back, he reposed as if asleep; profound peace and security reigned in the features of his sublimely noble countenance. The mighty brow seemed yet to harbour thoughts. I wished for a lock of his hair; but reverence prevented me from cutting it off. The body lay naked, only wrapped in a white sheet; large pieces of ice had been placed near it, to keep it fresh as long as possible. Frederick drew aside the sheet, and I was astonished at the divine magnificence of the limbs. The breast was powerful, broad, and arched; the arms and thighs were elegant, and of the most perfect shape; nowhere, on the whole body, was there a trace of either fat or of leanness and decay. A perfect man lay in great beauty before me; and the rapture the sight caused me made me forget for a moment that the immortal spirit had left such an abode. I laid my hand on his heart - there was a deep silence - and I turned away to give free vent to my suppressed tears.That eloquent description of Wolfgang von Goethe's body leads me to believe that von Goethe was a man who never succumbed to such vices as sloth and gluttony when he was alive for him to have had such a perfect body without fat. Such is the kind of productive living I will strive to lead as I work on maintaining a lean body for the rest of my life.
And my dear reader, would you be interested in knowing the tactics I have used to cut my weight? If so, then stay tuned to this lovely blog of mine because in my next story, I will share tips on how to lose weight safely and quickly. Adieu!
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Appreciating Good Health
A True Story
on Mar 27, 2020
Coughing, sneezing, having fever, feeling a headache and experiencing difficulty in breathing - these are the symptoms of the COVID-19 that has been the talk of the town in recent weeks. The disease, which is caused by coronavirus, attacks the respiratory system of our bodies and is easily spread through contact with infected people.
I personally started hearing of the coronavirus about a month or two ago. And I wonder where it came from or where it had been hiding all these years. It seems that the processes of evolution and mutation that I learnt in my high school Biology are still at work in our planet.
When I started hearing of the coronavirus about a month ago, I hoped it would not spread to our beloved country Kenya. And I was somewhat glad to hear a friend of mine called Jonathan Karanja comment on Facebook that he had gathered the coronavirus doesn't affect black people like me. But then two weeks ago as I was taking Mum to hospital for a medical check-up, the driver who was ferrying us informed us that the coronavirus had been detected in a patient in Kenya. How unfortunate!
Several days later, I overheard some women, who had come to visit Mum at home, say in Kikuyu, "I hear the coronavirus has now reached Matasia!" (Matasia is a small town which is about fifteen kilometres from where we live.) Since then, I have been learning from government reports that the number of patients with coronavirus in Kenya has been increasing. And that has led to the closure of churches, schools, businesses and government offices as people are fearful of contracting the virus.
Now that the coronavirus has reached my beloved country, I am praying that God may spare my family, relatives and true friends from catching the virus. I am also praying that authorities all over the world will conquer the virus sooner than later, the way they conquered Ebola and SARS. You see, interceding through prayers is the only part I can play in combating the spread of the virus.
Hearing of the way people are suffering from the health complications caused by the coronavirus has sparked in me memories of the times I was seriously ill in the past. Like one afternoon in the mid '90s when I was in Standard Two or Three, I felt very weak while walking home from school. So weak did I feel that I kept resting during the walk; it was not business as usual. I must have recovered from that terrible weakness because I can't remember missing school the following day.
Then on another day in 1999 when I was in Standard Six, I became ill when I went to school. I apprised my teachers of the way I was feeling. Luckily, the teachers sympathized with me and took me to a clinic in my hometown of Kiserian where I tested positive for malaria. I recollect vividly feeling weak and restless as well as lacking appetite for food. And as I received treatment in the clinic, I suddenly hated girls, especially one I used to admire.
News must have spread about my affliction with malaria because a neighbour of ours called Mrs. Deya came to check on me. Thankfully, I recovered from the illness after three or four days. And on one bitingly cold morning a few weeks later when Mrs. Deya spotted me leaving home without a jacket, she quickly commanded me to go back home and wear extra clothing. And she did so with the authority of a parent. I had no choice but to obey her.
And then on another day in 2003 when I was in Form 2 at Starehe Boys' Centre, I had a terrible upset in the lower parts of my digestive system during a lesson before lunch. It was like my bowels wanted to burst open and release a load of semi-solid waste matter. I kept suppressing the urge to relieve myself for fear of what my classmates would think of me if I asked for permission to visit the toilet from the teacher who was tutoring us during that lesson. After what seemed like an eternity of my unspoken discomfort, the bell for lunch rang, the lesson ended and I rushed to the loo where I had diarrhoea and became well. (By the way, I don't think there has ever lived a person who has never had diarrhoea.)
Remembering those times I have been sick has made me appreciate the good health I am now blessed with. Imagine as I write this story, I am neither in pain nor experiencing any discomfort. With the worrying spread of the novel coronavirus, I have now resolved not to take my good health for granted. From now on, I will delight in such simple but healthful activities as eating, exercising, sleeping at night and relieving myself normally. Health is the greatest wealth.
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