Awakening the Child Within
A True Story
on Sep 12, 2018
When I was little boy of seven way back in 1994, my life was blissful. Like when I went to take milk in the evening to the home of a distant neighbour called Mrs. Mathenge, who by the way has turned out to be a good friend of mine these days, I used to love giving free reign to my imagination by thinking and doing creative acts along the way.
Imagine at times during those walks, I would pick dry blades of maize plants, reduce them into two smaller pieces with my hands and stick them together into 'X' shape by piercing a thin stick where the blades crossed. Then I would start running with my right hand holding one end of the stick, whose other end pierced the blades, while pointing the hand forward and voila! The maize plant blades would start rotating like the engine fans of a Boeing 787 Dreamliner.
I also loved visualizing myself winning fights like the way Shawn Michaels did. In those days, I was a big fan of the WWF wrestling show that was aired on KBC - the only TV station available back then here in Kenya - on Tuesdays after 7.00pm news. Our family owned a small black & white television set called Greatwall which I am sure some of my agemates in the '90s are familiar with. Our television set may have been small as well as black & white but trust me, I always looked forward to watching those WWF wrestling shows.
Shawn Michaels was a handsome and a charismatic wrestler who earned my admiration more than any other did. I noted he had a particular style of winning his fights by tapping his right leg on the boxing ring floor twice, then hitting his opponent with the same leg. Whenever Shawn Michaels started tapping his leg, I knew he was about to win the wrestling match. And he always did.
There was one special wrestling match that is worth narrating here. Special in the sense that all the wrestlers, who I had hitherto only watched in two-man fights, were all put together in the same boxing ring. The match, as I learnt while it went on, was all about the wrestlers eliminating each other from the boxing ring. And the last man to remain in the ring was declared the winner.
Needless to say, I strongly rooted for Shawn Michaels when the match commenced. And he managed to stay in the ring as the fighting went on. But when the match boiled down to four or five wrestlers, some of them ganged up to eliminate Shawn Michaels. They managed to push him out of the boxing ring but somehow, Shawn Michaels kept himself in the match by hanging on one of the boxing ring cords.
Given the way I loved Shawn Michaels, I must have felt nervous that my hero was about to be eliminated. All I recall was that he outwitted his opponents, got back into the ring and eventually won the special wrestling match. Oh, how I loved Shawn Michaels!
So much did I love Shawn Michaels that during my evening walks while taking milk to Mrs. Mathenge's home, I would imagine myself winning fights like he did as I have already said. Sometimes I would find myself touching leaves of plants along the paths I trod on - the way Shawn Michaels greeted his fans on his way to the boxing ring at the beginning of every match he fought.
That was vintage me back in 1994. And that's the kind of child-like spirit I am trying to re-awaken in me. I want to feel joyful and creative again, certainly now not by running with dry blades of maize plants if you have gotten the gist of my story.
I beseech you to also join me in the endeavor of re-awakening the child within us. Let us strive to joyful and creative again, first by freeing ourselves from all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malice. And then by being kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgives us as St. Paul says in one of his epistles in the Bible. Adieu!
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Identifying Our Virtues
A True Story
on Sep 6, 2018
When I was applying to Stanford University for the second time eleven years ago, I described myself in one of the application materials as a simple person. Then Chris Walters, a helpful gentleman from England who was volunteering as a Music teacher at Starehe Boys' Centre, advised me not to present myself as a simple person. That was a wise advice because the Bible insinuates that simple people are easy to deceive and manipulate.
Today, I have decided to come up with a list of adjectives that describe me which I will be reviewing often. Okay, let me begin.
First, the following are the adjectives that describe my physical appearance:
And the following are the adjectives that I am trying to internalize into my day-to-day living:
There you have them: that is, the adjectives that describe me as well as those I am striving to possess. I recommend that you also give that kind of exercise a try. Over to you!