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.

Developing Good Sleeping Habits

With permission, I have extracted this picture-quote from a website called Jackman's Journey. All rights reserved worldwide.

One afternoon a couple of years ago when Mum was in hospital where she had been admitted after suffering a stroke, I happened to be alone with my father in my room. My father was doing his accounting work in a computer. As for me, I can't remember what I was doing. All I recall was that I was feeling rather excited and in a talkative mood. The mood had me talking to my father.

As I engaged my father in a conversation that afternoon, I told him that the emotions of food, sex and sleep are the most difficult to control. I am sure my father must have felt embarrassed to hear me mention the word "sex" because it has been a taboo to talk about it in our family. But that was the problem with me - whenever I was excited and in a talkative mood, I tended to shamelessly talk about such sensitive things as sex.

Anyway, I still believe in what I told Dad: that the emotions of food, sex and sleep are the most difficult to control. Why? Because they are pleasant and can lead to disastrous consequences if overdone. For today, allow me to tell you about my struggles with the emotion of sleep.

I used to have disciplined sleeping habits in the first eighteen years of my life. Back then when I was a child and a teen, I used to go to bed on time and wake up the following morning, mostly to attend school. I think the strict school rules are what effected the disciplined sleeping habits that I had.

But in 2007 when I matriculated at the university in JKUAT where nobody monitored me, I began to change my sleeping habits by going for a whole night without sleeping. Then in 2008 while still at JKUAT, I started having trouble with sleep by oversleeping in the morning and late into the day. Since then, I have struggled with the emotion of sleep much in the same way a baby struggles with walking.

In the year 2010 when I went back home after dropping out of JKUAT, Mum used to have me wake up early in the morning to milk cows, a duty I disliked. It used to bother me at having to wake up so early to milk cows in a muddy cowshed. With time, I devised the following trick of making me fill fulfilled, at least for while: I would set my phone alarm to ring at about 1.00am so that when it rang, I would feel happy that I still had about three more hours to sleep. That spoke so much of how I struggled with the emotion of sleep.

Then earlier on in this decade, I developed another sleeping abnormality: I would have nights during which I would be unable to sleep due to too much excitement. I would spend the nights thinking, reading, writing as well as listening to music and speeches in a computer.

Later on after figuring out that going for a whole night without sleep affected my vitality the following day, I thought the solution was to take sleeping pills to cure the insomnia I had in the nights I felt too excited. So I visited a pharmacy in my hometown of Kiserian with the intention of buying sleeping pills but the pharmacist asked me to produce a doctor's note. Fortunately, I didn't have one, so he didn't sell them to me.

I have said it was fortunate that the pharmacist didn't sell me sleeping pills because eventually, I came to realize that the best cure for insomnia is working hard during the day. A wonderful book I own titled Glencoe Health: A Guide to Wellness, says that physical exercises improve the quality of sleep at night.

A few years ago, I developed yet another sleeping abnormality: I would wake up while it was still dark with a feeling I had had enough sleep only to find out from my watch that it was in the middle of the night. I didn't like that. My idea of a good morning is waking up effortlessly at 5.30am, not 1.00am!

And I came to discover that the secret of waking up effortlessly in the morning is going to bed a happy man. So, in addition to doing physical exercises, I am thinking that I should develop the habit of reading something inspiring before going to bed at night so that I turn in as a happy man.

As you can see, I have really struggled with the emotion of sleep since my days at JKUAT. But I believe, with God's help, I will overcome and again develop the good sleeping habits I had in the first eighteen years of my life when I was a nice, obedient boy.

In his book Top 200 Secrets of Success & the Pillars of Self-mastery, Robin Sharma advises us to sleep less to make our lives more productive and rewarding. He says that we do not need more than 6 hours of sleep to maintain an excellent state of health. He also says that it is the quality of sleep that matters, not quantity. I will strive to follow that advice. So help me God.

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My Story-telling Journey

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

Sharing stories has always been the internal force driving me. I love the art of playing with words to create a gripping tale. And my happiest moments these days are when I craft for this blog a story that I think is fascinating and someone out there likes it.

I first told a story way back in 1998 when I was in Standard Five to columns of desks in an empty classroom. Although there was no one applauding me for my suspenseful story, I enjoyed the experience nonetheless. The story wasn't of my own making though; I had heard it on TV.

Then when I got into Starehe Boys' Centre in 2002 for my high school education, I had opportunities to share stories with a real audience. At the end of third-term in 2002, I requested our Geography teacher - a likeable lady called Miss Mwangi - to let me share a story with my classmates during her lesson. She obliged. Using figurative language, I proceeded to entertain my classmates with a tale I had read in a magazine about HIV/AIDS.

I also shared stories with the whole school during evening assemblies right from when I was in Form 1 at Starehe. When I was preparing to give my first speech in the assembly back in 2002, Rev. Macharia (the teacher who was responsible for approving speeches that students wanted to give), asked me in a sincere manner, "Will you manage to face the whole school?" I told him I would. And I did.

Well, I did often feel nervous as I sat in the assembly hall podium waiting to give a speech but when I stood up to deliver it, my nervousness would disappear like darkness at dawn. I enjoyed standing in front of the whole school to give speeches but some of them were a disaster, especially the ones I gave when I was in Form 2 in 2003. During one evening talk that I gave that year I was in Form 2, I tried to give the speech without reading it from a paper. And oh my! What I ended up saying was a jumble of incoherent ideas. It made me feel guilty afterwards.

Never one to give up easily, I continued sharing stories during evening assembly as my high school years rolled by. And I got better at it with time. When I was in Form Four in 2005, I shared stories with the school about the lives of Albert Einstein and Franklin D. Roosevelt as I had read about them in the 1999 Person of the Century Time magazine. A school-mate called Mulinge Ndambuki complimented me for the speech about Albert Einstein by saying it had been excellent.

And when I entered the institute division of Starehe in 2006 to pursue a diploma in Information Technology, I still continued giving speeches during Dean's Talk - a weekly meeting between teachers and students of the institute. During some Dean's Talk sessions, I implored the school administration to change its system of administration to match with the technology of our time. If my ideas had been implemented, Starehe would probably still be a great school.

By far, the best speeches I gave during my entire stay at Starehe were the three-day evening talks I gave in January 2007, a few months before I left the institute. I challenged the students to "think like a genius". And then I ended the speeches with a shaggy-dog story that set the whole assembly convulsing with laughter. Afterwards after I finished the talks, a student approached me for a copy of the speeches - a proof that they were really wonderful.

Although I enjoyed delivering most of the speeches I gave during my Starehe years, I have to admit that I plagiarized them from books, magazines and newspapers. Several schoolmates were smart enough to figure out where I had extracted some of the speeches. But that didn't embarrass me at all.

Since leaving Starehe, I haven't had as many opportunities to speak to a real audience as I used to do in the school. Thanks to the internet though, I have been able to carry on with my story-telling hobby by sharing stories on this blog.

With time, I have had to do away with plagiarizing stories from books, magazines, newspapers and websites the way I used to do at Starehe. I have also had to learn to make my stories truthful by avoiding lies and exaggerations, and to refrain from poking fun at other people's weaknesses since I, too, have my own weaknesses.

These days, I am proud of the story-teller I am turning out to be. And if asked the greatest lesson I have learnt as a story-teller, I would say it is this: if you harbour resentment or are immature in some other ways, those weaknesses will tend to show up in your writing. That's all I am saying.


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