WILLIAM SAMOEI RUTO; THE GRAND HUSSTLE

 

WILLIAM SAMOEI RUTO; THE GRAND HUSSTLE

As we get to celebrate Black History Month with our fellow brothers in the diaspora, I made the choice to honour our very own Kenyan people, both dead or alive, who have made us proud in every which way. I feel that Kenyans are not celebrated as much as they should be, therefore, I take this opportunity to pay homage to our great people of Kenya.

Therefore, what better way to start off this month with our very own born and bred son if the soil, His Excellency The President, William Samoei Ruto, CGH the fifth president of this great nation. Say what
ever you want about President Ruto but give this man props for his ground-breaking victory in the 2022 general elections, and thereby making the impossible, possible.

This President had to jump through hurdles, like the Kalenjin he is, to get to Canaan, and it was no easy task. I bet you to this day, I am still in shock at his win. Not because I do not believe that he could win in the race to the Statehouse but that he did win, is what still shocks me. This goes to show that anyone can live out their dreams if they believe and hustle hard for it. It is for this reason that I have taken the liberty to knight him as Sir-Ruto, combining initials off his name and mashing them together, in respect to his grand hustle.

First off, I will not discuss his political achievements, as they are well recorded and in the public domain, instead I will dive deep into my personal opinion on his character and personality that makes him a perfect fit for the presidency. If ever there is a Kenyan president who is bold, fearless and strong willed, it is Sir-Ruto. When you have been to the school of hard knocks, like he has been and even taught a few courses on it, you become hardened enough to take on any battle. This man is unapologetic of his humble background and he knows that his win did not come on a silver platter. Infact, it was a do or die moment for him, and his resilience paid off in the end.

Despite of the insults, the shenanigans, the scandals and other unforeseen obstacles, Sir-Ruwto’s focus was always on the goal, never bending out of shape. Even I would have quit while ahead in the race, especially if negative forces kept throwing stumbling blocks on my path. But we all know that Sir-Ruto is like a twenty four horse power-charged wood chipper. He grinds and grinds, till the wheels fall off and then he grinds some more.

Speaking of which Sir, out of sheer curiosity, riddle me this; What time do you go to bed? Do you ever get tired and dose off for a while? What type of coffee or tea do you drink that pumps your energy? Do you ever go on vacations? Are you even human? Honestly, we need answers. How is it that you work the whole day and appear the next morning, as if you just stepped out of a cover shoot? Seriously, these Cabinet and Permanent Secretaries better be on their toes, because their boss does not play with his time or money.

Now I know why I am not the president. I mean, before I am fully awake in the morning, to drag myself out of bed, clean up, drink my tea and mandazi, so that I may appear in public, it is almost always ten o’clock, and just in time for another tea break that I must adhere to, lest my sugar levels reach a high low. Meanwhile, in Statehouse Ville, His Excellency woke up early in the morning to attend a prayer breakfast meeting, thereafter had a briefing with his cabinet, then proceeded to another meeting with several foreign ambassadors, after which he rushed to yet another function at KICC, all before ten o’clock.

All this highly speaks about his work ethic. Our President is a man on a mission, very disciplined and highly focused on the end goal. So, this is a good thing for us Kenyans that we have a leader we can trust in his abilities to get the job done well. Aside from his mission, Sir-Ruto has a tough personality, meaning that his tolerance for nonsense is extremely low on the threshold. Therefore, those around him must toughen up too, for there is not a chance for any soft people around his energy.

Sir-Ruto’s love for the Church is very telling about his background and upbringing and why he is so grounded. Perhaps, this is the most eye-opening truth about his roots. The Church and its influence made him who he is today. He has shown his respect for God and support of the Church since the beginning of his career and has been consistent with it till today. On the contrary, some of us only go to Church on Christmas day, and fail to leave some money at the offering basket. So, what does that say about us?

Moreover, this President has a keen eye on people and places. He just does not invest randomly, for the sake of it. Something or someone must be of value to catch his attention, in order for him to invest in them, a trait which leads us to his loyal nature. President Ruto is loyal to his supporters but especially to those of his inner circle. This means, he has placed high value on those that work alongside him. He basically respects the principle of reciprocity.

Lastly, Sir-Ruto’s zeal for this country is unquestionable. How many of us are willing to undergo public scrutiny and sometimes humiliation for the sake of this country? I bet you that many of us would sail abroad and never look back, if given the chance but not President Ruto. His love for this nation is what keeps him charged and running, because God knows that Kenyans are a tough crowd to govern, yet once you break the fallow ground, breakthroughs are inevitable.

Here is a tribute to Your Excellency The President; Hail Sir-Ruto! I wish you the very best as you embark on this five-year presidential journey. May your legacy speak for you even long after you are gone!...

 

 

WHAT IS IN A NAME?

Some of the new age names that you modern African parents give to your children are outright bizarre. A few days ago, I was seated in a local shuttle, minding my own business, when out of the blues, comes someone’s mother screaming her child’s name that sounded something like Tritpratt or Treetpratt. My heart broke for the little boy, aware of the kind of bullying he will face his entire life, for possessing such a sordid name. I had a mind of asking his mother just where she acquired such a unique name for her son but knowing how dramatic woke mothers of generation can be, I shrugged off the thought and let it slide. Poor Treetpratt, so innocent and oblivious of the fact that his name will be his dilemma in life.

First off, pronouncing that name is a burden, not to talk of writing it. It baffles me to this day, because I am still trying to figure out the origin of that Treetpratt. With such a damning name, you already know from the onset that this child will have a challenging days ahead if him. Even his teachers will struggle to teach him both to pronounce and write it correctly. Before you know it, other mean little ones will be on him, making a mockery of his name and it gets worse in his teenage years. This is an important message to the parents of Treetpratt. You most definitely know that your relatives in the village will not be able to pronounce his name correctly. They will do their best with what their tongues will conjure up, but do not be angry when they do a re-mix to his name, for you only have yourself to blame.

Dear parents, please stop giving your children these shambolic names. Imagine there is a child out there by the name of Quinton or Trestril, which makes me wonder if these names are not the ingredients to those antimalarial drugs. Another innocent child bears the name of Xenon, as if he is an inter-galactic warrior or an anti-virus software. Perhaps I do understand more of the inspiration behind this name for young woke parents but still, Xenon sounds more appropriate for an LED printer than a human.

It is so obvious that some of you parents visited the periodic table of elements and fished out Beryllium, Bromine, Argon, and Krypton that you converted to names, which you used to baptise your children. It is not wrong to think outside the box of common names, in order to give your children unique names, yet it is not right to pick inside the table of elements, to gift your children with archaic monikers. Dear parents, I know that you wish to honour your great uncle, who was a well respected village soccer coach in the late sixties, by giving your son his name but Cromwell “Trojan” Blackman is not a fitting name for your son, for it does not match his personality or character and most importantly, it is not the will of God.

Then there are those parents who channel Afro-American names, whose origin is a bit foggy. The names; Shaniqua, Quantavia, Jonsheeka, Shaquan, Keyshawn, and TyQuan do not make any sense at all. Even you, dear parents, have no idea where these names were concocted from. You only like them because they sound foreign, and more so because they are black-oriented, therefore you feel affiliated with them.

Most of us belonging to the older generation, are also known to carry some of the most colourful names the world over. With names like Truphena, Abscondita, Aquila, Erastus, Eutychus, Archippus, among many, we were baptised into Christianity. Believe it or not but some of you parents were named by your former Caucasian parish priests. Your folks had no clue what white man’s name to give you, soon as you were born, therefore they sort the cancel of their local white priest, who gladly picked out a name of a revered deceased saint, to bless you with. For others, your names came straight from the New Testament, therefore, you are as much a Greco-Roman, as you are African.

I once asked my mother why she named me Beatrice and her blank stare was my answer. But I am convinced that it was her love for the British royals that caused her to pick out this name from among their common linage names. My father obviously went with the flow of this name, because what reason did he have to say no to it?

This is my advice for you young woke parents, how about you visit the bible for wholesome Jewish names, being the Christians you are. There are beautiful names, with their original meanings, and with a perfect balance of vowels and consonants to choose from. I recommend names such as Noah, Eve, Adam, Sara, Esther to young parents, who are seeking plausible names for their young ones. These names might sound common your ears but their meanings are of magnitude. However, leave out the complex Persian, Greek or Roman names you encounter in the bible that are heavy on the mouth and tongue-twisting. Alternatively, you could channel suitable names for your children from positive emotions or sentiments, favourite cities or even strong animals.

In my opinion, I do prefer native names like Kamau, Koffi, Kabaka, Awino, Amarachi, and Amina among many others. With such names, you are able to trace their meaning, roots, bloodline and ancestry. These names were created and passed down, with a reason and have a coded timeline or a season. Either way, dear parents, make sure to choose authentic names for your children, of which they can be proud of, for the rest of their natural days.

 

 

THE RACE FOR LOVE....

 

STRUGGLE LOVE: AFRICAN EDITION; PART 5

THE RACE FOR LOVE....

Racial love is becoming the norm in today’s society, where both the modern African man and woman are embracing love from other races. Ordinarily, we have not been socialized to find love outside our race, more so because our interactions within the continent are majorly with people of the same race. Yet we must not shy away from embracing love outside our African race. I am not a love guru, neither am I the love whisperer. I do not declare myself to be an expert on relationships. God knows that I too could really use His help in the love department. However, I will try to answer as many questions as I can, regarding matters of interracial love, based on knowledge, experience and sheer common sense.

Many Africans would like to know whether it is possible to find love outside their own race. The answer is an absolute yes. True love is colour-blind. You can never predict who you will fall in love with. It is the nature of love to pair two beating hearts together in perfect harmony, in spite of their race.

Does this then mean that the people of African descent are safe to love outside their own race? There is no need for you to fear. It is a free world. Meaning that the world today not only accepts but embraces interracial love. Therefore, you have as much space as you need to express your love and also receive love in equal measure.

Will fellow Africans consider me a traitor, should I find and embrace love outside my race? It is not a crime to love someone, whether they be inside or outside of your race. There are no judgements, when it come to love. But what does it matter what people think of you? It should matter more of what you think about yourself, and what God thinks about you. Period.

Will people think of me as a gold-digger or an opportunist, if I express my love to someone of another race? Again, who cares what people think? Do they supply the air you breathe? Do they pay your rent? Will they marry you? Leave people be, go out there, find your happiness, and express your love to your partner, as much as you would like to.

Are we Africans considered to have the most dramatic love relationships, than other races? Look, some people are just full of drama, whether they are black or white. It is in their nature to be overly chaotic and dysfunctional. So, you cannot pin their madness on their race but more so, on their personality and character.  Therefore, choose wisely.

Am I able to carry my African cultural beliefs and practices in to an interracial love connection? What cultural beliefs and practices? Listen here, polygamy, wife inheritance, and female circumcision will not fly in this connection. Are you a Babatunde, trying to hold fast to archaic traditions? Then what was the reason for going to school and acquiring an education? Why do you practice religion? It is the twenty first century, therefore learn to roll with the new times.

Are other races better than my African race, in love matters? Not necessarily. Our socialization plays a big role in how we perceive and respond to love. Fortunately, we are able to learn positive traits that enable us to love better, while we unlearn negative behaviours that make us toxic and closed off to love.

Are Africans more attractive than other races? Well, this depends on what you consider to be attractive. They say that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. They also say that the darker the skin, the sweeter the juice, and the deeper the roots. Therefore, the answer here will entirely depend upon you.

Will our parents be offended by this open show of interracial love? Maybe. Possibly. But your parents found love with each other. So, why should they make it difficult for you to find, embrace, and show love toward your partner, regardless of who they are or where they come from?

Will our families embrace our interracial love? They have to, even if it kills them. This union is more about you both, than it is about them. Thus, your partner is with whom you found love, and in love is where you must stand to fight for it.

Will our children be considered to be African, should our interracial-selves decide to procreate? Your children will be of mixed race and a blend of two or more ancestries. As they grow, teach them to embrace both races equally, and not to consider one race as more important than the other.

Will the African population decrease, as interracial couples grow increasingly in number? I doubt it. Do you know just how many children are born everyday, within the African continent? Anyway, you need not to worry about the African populace. God has a way of balancing us out. All you need to do, is to go toward your wish fulfilment.

Should we as Africans breed together, for the sake of our roots, bloodlines, and ancestries? Well, like I said, God does not our help, to balance out anything. Moreover, do not make excuses for why you cannot hook yourself up to Becky, when we all know that you are dying to. It is obvious that Becky loves you and you love her. So, go on and be with her and stop wasting time, thinking about roots, stems and trees.

What of God? Does he approve of interracial love? Yes, He does, for created us equal in His sight. Therefore, you are free to love a person of another race, as long as you are not equally yoked to a un-believer that is if you are a bible-believing Christian. I do not know the laws of other faiths, so I will not dare comment on them.

Celebrating Our Parents

 

THINGS I AM GRATEFUL FOR IN 2023

Celebrating Our Parents

As we celebrate our parents in every which way, showing our unconditional love to them for standing in support of us, so that we may grow to maturity, we also will not forget their comic relief moments in our lives Yet, if we were to compare our African parents to their white counterparts, then you will understand just how we were granted a raw deal. Say for example, my mother was angry at me for doing stupid things and wanted to severely warn me against another attempt at my continuous foolishness. She would then proceed to utter a warning that went like this; “If you dare do this wickedness again, I will strip before you and other people.” Yes, well that meant that a curse would befall me, should she decide to go naked before me and I was unfortunate enough to gaze at her nudity. I know that most African children, especially those born before the nineties and have been subject to such a threat. This kind of threat would cower one into submitting to the demands of their parents.

However, not so for our white counterparts. I mean, white children have been swimming half-naked in swimming pools with their folks all their lives, therefore such a threat would not hold water at all, no pun intended. It would not make sense at all for their parents to threaten them with nakedness, for this is their norm. Which makes me wonder, are we gauged by the same standards? Do the same traditional rules apply to them? Or are they meant only for Africans? The white people would probably think it is too extreme for parents to strip down, in order for their children to submit to them. Nevertheless, what does the bible say? I am sure God is in agreement with the African parents but not to the extent of cursing their children. This, I am sure.

Moreover African parents are known to influence or persuade their children into marriages. They do believe that it is their God-given duty to ensure that everybody is coupled up, so that they get to see their grandchildren before they could depart to join their ancestors. But if one of their children got out of line and decided to forge a path of their own, by taking the single route, and focusing instead on their career, then all hell will break loose upon that rebellious child. Any African belonging to generation w, x, and y know this all too well, that their parents would not hear of such singletude nonsense. To them, marriage surpasses any stinking career and they will never be afraid to tell it to your face. On the contrary, the white parents will embrace their children’s decisions, no matter what they decided to do in their lives. I can just hear them encouraging their child like, “We are so happy for you honey. We are here to support you in whatever you need.” They would even probably take photos, to capture that beautiful moment in time and even frame it for future references.

But not so with the African parents of the w, x, and y generations. The reason as to why they gave birth to you is that you procreate, reproduce or birth children, who will bear descendants to carry on their names. They do not mind being named ten times in a row, just as long as your children also bear their names. You may have achieved all the accolades in the world, and they would still drive you to the altar. Deep inside their hearts, they do believe that you have been jinxed, because to them, your decisions are abnormal. Incase you decide that you want to get married but do not want to sire or have children, then you know that parents of the w, x, and y generations will not have it. Again, the reason why they want you married is that you may have children that they may parade to their friends. But when you decide that you do not want to have children, they look at you sideways, like you are demon-possessed.  

They will ask you rude questions such as, “Are you normal?” or “Are you joking?” They cannot even begin to fathom the idea of a childless marriage. To them, your older sibling with five kids is doing much better than you, even though you single-handedly support her family behind the scenes. Nonetheless, the white parents will have a different reaction to such news by claiming, “If it is ok with you, it is ok with us. We will support all your decisions.” Meanwhile, the African parents, being so worried for you, have no choice but to engage a third party on your behalf, to “settle your spiritual problems” possibly with a spiritual leader, religious or otherwise, as long as the problem is solved.

The intentions of our parents, albeit being overly extreme, comes from a good place. This is their way of showing you love, whether you believe it or not. It might at times seem cruel or rude but it is love that is sincere. Perhaps this is how they were also taught to love and they are just returning the favour. Happy New Year to all our beloved parents!

 

 

 

THE PROBLEM OF BEING A SECOND WIFE

 

STRUGGLE LOVE: AFRICAN EDITION; PART 4

THE PROBLEM OF BEING A SECOND WIFE

There is always a showdown in karmic city, where wives, sister-wives, mistresses, and side-pieces meet up and square it off, with cat fights, verbal slurs, and dark spells, defending their marital titles and positions, in the battle for struggle love. Listen up ladies, it is all good when you have a leg up in a competition, wearing the coveted heavy weight  championship belt, with a golden band to boot, assured that your win is secure, no matter how tough the fight is. But when you are a runner-up, trying to make a come-up against a ten-time defending champion, who is a skilled fighter and has experience in this game, my advice would be that you humble yourself and quit while ahead. This is not to discourage or de-motivate you, rather this is to make you well aware that such competitions are almost always in favour of the defending champions.

Such is the problem of being a second wife, whereby you will always hold second place, be second best, be second class, a second choice, play a second role, and your record sheet will not change. Some will beg to differ with me on this but the facts speak for themselves. In this day and age, where the future is female, any woman ought to pride herself as being the golden price ticket, and not to down-grade her worth to being a second class citizen. Two women sharing one husband, is disaster waiting to happen for both parties involved.

I happened to watch a cringe-worthy interview of a polygamous relationship of a husband and his two wives, who claimed to live happily together in harmony. Despite their positivity and a show of unity, you could cut the existing tension with a knife and smell the impending downfall. It is bad enough that the husband went and got himself a second wife, it is worse that he brought her into their marital home to live with them. Any self-respecting wife would have flipped on her husband, for attempting to welcome a third party into their situation. In African society, polygamy is a respected norm, where men are allowed to marry as many wives as they please.

Despite of religion, education and socio- economic and political factors, polygamy does not seem to budge. It has not aged off with time. Infact, it is penned in our constitutions and solidified in our conscience. Our men do quote the Bible and the Quran as having great examples to follow in matters polygamy. Nonetheless, why would any self-respecting woman want to be a second wife? Is it not better to be alone, than to be a third wheel? I would never encourage any modern type of woman to be a second wife. Why should you be a substitute, when you can be the main act? Why should you settle for sloppy seconds, when you can have the full course? Think about this carefully ladies. Even God would never give you second-hand blessings. When He decides to bless you, He will go all out and give you His very best, that will add no sorrow in your life. When God blesses you with a good and loving husband, he will be all yours and yours alone.

However, as a second wife, you are always viewed as an intruder. If anything goes wrong in the homestead, you will always be the first to be blamed. Every little thing will be your fault, from the neighbour’s cat going missing, to the local drunk intoxicating himself to death. Your community will label you as bad luck, creating obstacles in your path, making you feel unworthy and accursed. They will further claim that ever since you stepped your feet into another woman’s home, strife has been their karma, all to the benefit of the first wife. You might have been in this relationship for the sake of love and perhaps your husband would have demonstrated unconditional love for you, yet you know that it will never a smooth sailing relationship. You will be regarded as a sister wife, a title that you will carry, even if you are the sole breadwinner of the entire blended family. In short, you will always and forever be number two.

Speaking of which, there was one Akuku Danger, a real life Casanova, who tried to sneak me into a third party situation. He desired that I be a second wife, alongside his mistresses and side pieces. May God forgive him? At just fourty years of age, he dreamt of having children the size of a football team, including the coach and two referees. I had no choice but to rebuke him on the spot and set him straight. Two wives and ten children is not a good plan, especially if you have no economic might.

This message is for all the modern African women, desiring romantic partnerships. Polygamy is not for you my dear sisters. You were meant to be cherished by one good-natured man, in holy matrimony, who would purpose in his heart to give you unconditional love, and not share his love with every Jane, Mary and Susan. You will never feel beautiful and whole, partnered up in this polygamous type of relationship. Instead, it will strip you of your very essence and choke up your life, with pain and sorrow.

I know that there are women who do not mind being in polygamous entrapments, just as long as they are financially stable, yet in the long run, love surpasses any material wealth there is in the world. But there will come a time when you will be bothered by how other women have the kind of love you only dream of. It will bother you that you settled for financial stability over a blessed union and a serene lifestyle. Money is good but love is even greater. So, ladies, learn to be intentional with your love. Love yourself first and then be decisive with and embrace the kind of love that will grow and benefit you long-term.

MEN TOO STRUGGLE IN LOVE

 

STRUGGLE LOVE: AFRICAN EDITION; PART 6

MEN TOO STRUGGLE IN LOVE

Yes, even men struggle too in love. The modern African man has been through the ringer and bears more emotional scars than his female counterpart. Unlike his forefathers who had chauvinist traditions on their side, he now has to contend with the new breed of feminists, who own their voice and heavily guard their power. Yes, the modern African man is forced to comply with the new societal norms of gender equality of the woke society, failure to which he will be labelled as sexist, a term that does not play in his favour.

This is the tale of the modern African man, who shows romantic interest on a potential love partner and decide to ask her out on a date, knowing to abide by the gentleman’s code of; choosing the location, chauffeuring his date to the location, as well as picking up the cheque for meals consumed, and taking her back home. Additionally, should he put out a request for a night cup, in the follow-up dates, he should also politely accept any answer she gives him and be ok with it. Any insistence on his part will likely be taken to be as rude or impolite.

This modern African man takes on the ninety-day rule challenge, as a test for his commitment to his potential partner. If he does not pass this test, then he is regarded as foul. But should he comply with the ninety-day rule, he is rewarded with a kiss and an official pass to the “we are now in a relationship” level. During the time of the relationship he is also subject to the gentleman’s guide of being a provider, which he must adhere to. This means that he must take full care of her needs, financial or otherwise but if he fails, he is dismissed as broke and not a potential match.

The modern African man must also not question her beliefs, movements or whereabouts, for she is an independent and free-spirited woman, even if he provides all her needs. The question of moving in and living together is on point, as long as she gets to have a place of her own, when she needs a break from him and the world. She does not do domestic chores. Housework is not her forté. He resorts to hire a house help, because his potential love interest is busy with work, while weekends are for her rest and recuperation. Her money is her money but his money is their money. When he brings up the topic of marriage, she asks for more time, because she does not feel ready yet to take the giant leap into matrimony. Having children is not her priority either. She must first take good care of herself, before she can take care of anyone else.

When his money starts to dwindle, she too must dwindle out of the relationship, as it no longer serves her. I mean, why else would she stay with a man who cannot provide for her? He is devastated and heartbroken when she breaks-up with him, yet he must not show his pain in public, for it is frowned upon. He learns to quickly pick up the pieces and move on with his shattered life. However, when his life begins to bud again, he must hurry back to his potential love and convince her to marry him. He knows that she will receive him in good faith, especially when his economy is reviving and showing much improvement.

The modern African man, out of fear of loosing his potential love, makes a rush decision to propose a marriage deal to her. She, of course does say yes and hurries into make plans for a lavish wedding, all on his account. His friends do not agree with his decision to marry a conniving woman, who dumped him in time of his major struggles. They make it their business to choose a preferred partner for him. But he manages to convince them that it is better to engage with the devil he knows than angel he does not know. Once they marry in the eyes of God, she moves in with him, and manipulates him by suggesting to him that a three-year soul bonding is needed, before he makes a demand for a baby. This way, they get to romance and prolong their honeymoon phase for a period of three years, before finally settling for children. He does not like the plan but agrees to it, in order to avoid marital conflict.

The modern African man is committed to the marriage but his new wife does not care for the marriage as such. Her numerous demands always take the centre stage of their relationship. Her night life does not cease, her friends are her priority, and she is constantly trolling for new exciting and adventures that exclude her husband. She does not like it when his parents interfere in their marriage, pushing for them to have children. Infact, she hates his parents and forces him to cut relations with them. He reluctantly does and severs ties with them permanently.

In their fourth year of marriage, the modern African man reminds his wife of their need to have children but she cruelly shuts him off with the silent treatment. How dare he try to put such a huge burden on her shoulders, while her career is taking off? He threatens to leave if she does not comply but she ignores his threats, fully convinced that he can never leave her, even if he tries. In their fifth year, he yet again, makes his demand for a child known and in turn, she disappears for a fortnight, with the intent of punishing him. She knows that it bothers him when she ghosts him out of the blue. She does not want to be a mother, at least not until she has squeezed the fun out of life. But this time, he does not go out in search for her. Instead, he decides to leave her for good.

The modern African man is not known to make drastic decisions but due to this never-ending cycle of dysfunction, he decides that he has had enough of this struggle love and opts out of it for good this time round. In the two weeks she took off and disappeared on him, he puts their marital home up for sale and moves in silence to an undisclosed destination.

Meanwhile, the mean-spirited wife is shell-shocked at her husband’s response of complete and absolute disregard for her. He does not insistently call or run after her, the way he used to before. After the two weeks had elapsed, she drags herself back to him, only to find a “for sale” sign in her former house and divorce papers at the mail box. What she thought is forever hers turned out not to be. She kills her happily ever after and there is no coming back from that. This is the story of many modern African men, who find themselves in toxic love dynamics that lead them to lives full of heart breaks and disappointments.

 

THE CHALLENGES OF BEING A MODERN AFRICAN WOMAN

 

STRUGGLE LOVE: AFRICAN EDITION; PART 3

THE CHALLENGES OF BEING A MODERN AFRICAN WOMAN

The modern African woman is becoming increasingly and fiercely independent. She is highly educated and raking more money than ever before. She is sort after in her field and soaring high in her career. In short, she is of high value and has excelled in all aspects of her life, except for love. When it comes to romantic partnership, this modern African woman struggles to find a soulmate who is on her level. The saying is true that the African woman is empowered but there is not an empowered African man equal to her and fit for her. This is not to say that men of her equal do not exist. Infect, they do exist in droves. However, these high value men are either single by choice and do not wish to marry at the moment, they do have their sights set elsewhere, or they simply do not value marriage.

Yet, no matter how high the modern African woman goes up the ladder of success, society always will find a way to pull her back down. Unlike women of other races, the modern African woman must deal with the belittling mindset of marriage as being definitive of her value. The pressure to get married is almost near detrimental to the modern African woman. Her family will always remind her of her biological clock, amidst all her achievements and accolades. They will then suggest suitable partners for her, mostly in their rural church and guilt trip her daughter into having children before she “dries up for good.” It is not good enough that she takes good care of her entire family, she will be pressured to appease her parents, eventually bow to it and pick a partner, especially of their preferred choice, for the sake of marriage.

Most modern African children are parent-pleasers, more so because of the mindset that has been shaped by our traditions and cemented by the church. Hence, one feels guilty for having an opinion that goes contrary to their family beliefs. Hence, when you get enough courage to speak your mind, your family will quickly remind you of the need to embrace these old age values that are overtaken by time, for the sake of peace, failure to which you are automatically labelled as a rebel and an outcast.

Such bully tactics by families have left many modern Africans feeling guilty and therefore needing to tow the line, for their own peace of mind. It is no wonder then that we find it difficult to venture into ground-breaking moves and ideas, because our families are always tagging on our heels, with an invisible timer in their hands, counting down your biological days, to when we will become menopausal and dried up, just because we went against the norm and chose our freedom over their traditions.

The modern African woman is the major target of this barbarism. When push comes to shove, she will almost always settle for less than what she deserves, especially when she is being driven top speed to the altar, by her rigid clan members. Her family will most likely have their unsuitable partner, who will most likely be logically chosen for her, based on his material wealth and family status. Meanwhile, the high value man who regards her as royalty, a man she has an eye on and with whom she wants to share her whole life with, would probably not make the cut for a choice partner, perhaps because he maybe from another tribe, religion or he does not have the required financial status, thereby being rendered as unfit.

The husband chosen for the modern African woman must surely be a simpleton, if he freely allows to dig into his affairs, to the point of letting his family choose a wife on his behalf, instead of being brave enough to choose a woman of his heart’s desire. This type of man will most definitely marry the modern African woman, take her word as law and be submissive to her. This man could have potential but not eager or confident enough to stretch himself to the heights of success. He is most likely comfortable where he is. She will have children by him, for the sake of her parents and live with him, more for her marital status, than for love. She will also probably keep her name and her assets for her children, and they will most probably remain cordial, for the rest of their days.

On the other hand, the modern African woman may opt to remain single, despite of the threats by her kin to disown her, if she persists on marrying her career. She will also be bold enough to remain alone, than to settle for an arranged marriage and thereby becoming embittered in life. She will boldly declare to herself that it is better to be alone than unhappy. The modern African woman also has the option of having children for herself and raise them by herself. These children could either be biological or adopted. This option is not ideal, yet to her, this is a great way to have a family, while still maintaining her career and her freedom.

My wish is that every modern African woman find the man of her dreams and embrace love, without the limitations of culture and traditions. I would also wish that she should not settle for less than the best. She should also not limit herself within her race, because perhaps it could be where she finds true love.

 

A GENERATIONAL STRUGGLE

 

STRUGGLE LOVE: AFRICAN EDITION; PART 1

 A GENERATIONAL STRUGGLE

Struggle love has deeply been embedded in the African culture for generations, whereby oral traditions set the woman up to shoulder the toughest of burdens for the family unit, with little to no compensation. Long before the white man ever thought of exploring Africa, our fore-mothers had long borne the sting of tradition that subjected them to unfair, grueling and inhumane laws and regulations. According to these traditions, a female child automatically took the role of a burden-bearer. In childhood, she was trained to take care of everyone but herself. It was mandatory for her to learn how to cook, clean, and care for her younger siblings. She was also required to be virtuous, modest, prim and proper at all times. It was an inequitable balance of set roles, compared to her counterpart, whose only requirement was to train fiercely, in anticipation of manhood.

In her teenage years, and barely a woman, the girl child was vigorously prepped for marriage, and taught by her kin folk on the importance of servitude to her husband and his entire family, acquired through an arranged marriage. Her female relatives pressed her further on the importance of servitude and the respect it will accord her, if she devalued herself enough for the sake of her betrothed. Therefore, a suitor would be chosen for her, mostly a mature male, who was old enough to be her father. She was sold to him in the name of marriage, and escorted to his house, to begin a life of servitude. Her life remained at the mercy of her husband, for he was accorded the rights to her, by tradition of course, to make decisions about her life, from the clothes she wore, the food she was allowed to cook and eat, to the number of children she would have for him.

Regardless, should she have been unfortunate enough not to bear him any children, then she was forced to accept another woman to reign in her stead, in order that he may have children to succeed him. Male children were essential, in order for him to perpetuate his name on to the next generation. Female children were also necessary, for wealth accumulation, especially so when they were old enough to be sold to the highest bidder, in matrimony. If her husband, later in life, decided to take up a third wife, when he dimmed it fit, because tradition allowed him to do so, he would not hesitate. Meanwhile, all his wife was required, by the same tradition, was to remain loyal and ever so committed to her husband, failure to which she stood a chance of being divorced and fiercely be driven back to her clan. Hence, her family would have to endure the shame, for she will have soiled their reputation and dragged the family name in the mud. As a result, this would also affect the chances of her female siblings from getting suitable partners to marry them.  

Needless to say, her family would, in turn, render her a reproach and she would remain desolate in her father’s house. But if she served her husband with honour, love and affection, then perhaps he would be kind enough to reward her, either with gifts or with gratitude. It was left to him to decide on her worth. Furthermore, if death came calling to her husband, his brother would then step in to inherit his late brother’s entire wealth, including her and her children. In the end, she would always be at a loss, while the husband kept winning even in death, thanks to the traditions that were set out to his advantage. All in all, the African girl child, turned woman never got to experience real love during her lifetime. Infect, she was conditioned not to expect it. The only kind of love she would receive, was from her children, the kind of love that was more committal than emotional.

Later in life, when old age took over, she passed on the same values she acquired on to her children. When they come crying back to her, bogged down by marital crisis, she would stoically echo the same words that were passed down to her, saying, “That is how it has always been. You cannot question the tradition of our forefathers. So, live with it and learn to bear it.” This has been the place of the African girl child for generations, in servitude and without a voice. Struggle love has afflicted the African girl since the beginning of time and has been ingrained in her heart and soul, to always accept unrequited love and wear it as a badge of honour, all in the name of tradition. Nonetheless, this ought not to be. The modern day African girl, living in the modern times, whereby religion, education, economics and socio-political beliefs have played a vital role in changing the cultural perceptions of Africans today, is fortunate to have been caught up in the wind of change. Yet, despite these changes, we are not out of the woods, as they are some tribal factions that are still holding fast to their old cultures and traditions.

To conclude, as a modern African woman, I have purposed to be intentional in my pursuit for love. I have also decided that I will respect the traditions of my fore-fathers but I will pick and choose those that are of benefit to me, while not allowing the detrimental ones to hold me back. I will further proceed to embrace change that will serve me and adopt ideas, thoughts, beliefs, and people that align with my purpose in life. Moreover, I must learn to also love and appreciate myself, to always keep reminding myself that I am just as important as the next person, that I should not be afraid to consider myself as valuable first in anything, and that I should also learn to say no, when people, places and things do not contribute to my growth. But most importantly, I will teach my daughter on these values, hoping that she too will pass the same on to her children.

A LOVE UNCONDITIONAL MADE FOR THE NINTEES

 

STRUGGLE LOVE: AFRICAN EDITION; PART 2

A LOVE UNCONDITIONAL MADE FOR THE NINTEES

I knew of a lady, who was a neighbor, where I grew up as a child. Her husband was unemployed for years on end. He stayed home, while she went to work an eight to five, sometimes working during the weekends and on public holidays. In those days, it was very strange to see a man staying at home for years, while his wife transformed into a bread winner. It was the first case I had encountered in my entire existence, and it baffled me. I did not dare ask any soul why this lady accepted to take on such a heavy burden onto herself, because I knew that had I put my nose into their business, I would have landed myself a cruel beating, for even daring to discuss grown folk business. Therefore, I watched in silence, while becoming exceedingly curious about this couple. In all their years, this woman remained steadfastly submissive to her husband. They never fought or argued, well at least not in public.

When the time came for her to retire from public service, they were still together as one. She had managed to acquire land, and built a family home for them. As I write this piece, they are still in one accord in their old age. How did she do it? How did she manage to persevere and still hold on to the marriage? I mean, what kind of unique soul does she possess? The issue of money in a relationship is either makes or breaks a marriage. Yet, none of that seemed to move this woman. Even when her children were faced with serious challenges at various times, and money was needed to sort them out, she alone bore the burden, and saw them through those challenges.

Perhaps I am myopic in this case, because I only got to see the side I was exposed to but in any case, this woman is still my hero, for she endured where many would have faltered. Nonetheless, struggle love is eminent in this case, however the question still remains; how was she been able to hold out for so long? My guess is of course the question of those wedding vows, till death do us part, of which they both took to another level, and raised the bar for everyone else. Then there was the case of those oral traditions that often vilified a woman for being a divorcée. In those days, a woman would rather endure abuse, poverty or infertility, than to be labelled a divorcée, for it had stigma written all over it. Although, I hardly believe that they both thought of being divorced. As a matter of fact, their love for one another stood the test if time.

Moreover, there was the influence of the church. I mean, forget what the bible says; a pastor’s counsel was, and still is, taken as law. In the nineties, where biblical truths were revered, no church minister would openly grant his or her congregant permission to divorce. The least couples could do, at the time, was to separate indefinitely. Similarly, the voice of the community was extremely powerful at the time. It mattered then what society said about your life. So, in order for people not to speculate on your marital life, you had no choice but to endure it, even if it was killing you.

Back to our extra ordinary couple; they still do intrigue me to this day and I especially hold that woman in high regard, for she is the definition of a ride or die. Perhaps if I found a partner with whom we both share unconditional love ad they did, then it will be possible for us to live out our days together, whether in poverty or in wealth, whatever the case maybe. Nonetheless, the hard question still lingers; would her husband have equally remained ever so loyal to her, if the shoe was in his foot? Would he have treated her with disregard and contempt, had he been financially taking care of the home? Would he have gone out of his way to marry another woman out of spite? Why could he not find a job at a time when jobs were looking for people? I still wonder to this day.

However, I could never be that bold as to regard such a relationship as imbalanced, where a woman is the bread winner, perhaps because I was raised on a different set of rules. Yet In this day and age of female emancipation, our society has changed and no longer holding us back with traditions that have long become extinct. Hence, such relationships have become common place, because of different underlying circumstances of life for different couples. Today, it is not that big of a deal, if a woman solely supports a home and if it is out of her own volition, then it is no struggle at all.

Comparably, you will notice that more African women are gradually opting for the single life, while shying away from the married life. Many are choosing carriers over wifely duties, more so because the white man’s education has provided them with options. Even so, would an African woman be a ride or die in this age and time? Well, some are ride or die, depending more so on their family values and economic status but more so, of their world view that heightens their levels of co-dependency. Still, majority of women in Africa are independent and prefer to ride solo, while they patiently wait on their ideal partner to manifest in their lives.

Being proudly Kenyan

THINGS I AM GRATEFUL FOR IN 2023

Being proudly Kenyan

I am on the opinion that most Kenyans will never really ever appreciate their nation and heritage, until they are forced to go and live in Somalia for a year. There is never a dull moment in this nation; be it from our circus politricks, to our complex churchmantics, or our satiric radio and television shows. Every moment in this country is guaranteed to make you laugh or cry in the same breath. Granted that we have had dark years in the past but we have come a long way, thanks to our vibrant democracy and a budding economy.

If ever there was a country in Africa that maximises its use of free speech, then Kenya takes the cake. Everybody and their mother knows that they have freedom to voice out their opinions, whether foolish or sanctimonious. In Kenya these days, it is all about the liberty to express oneself without fear or failure. It is afterall embedded in our constitution. Kenyans are particularly outspoken, especially so on social media, airing their ten cents on every available platform, whether viciously or comically. Either way, it is culturally-embedded in us to be outspoken.

But who can blame us? Kenyans are overly educated people and it comes with the territory. I mean Kenyans are well read! Find people in the remote parts of this nation conversing about our political landscape in formal and punctuated grammar and you will be amazed at their mastery of the English language. Education is our pride. Many Kenyan parents will sell their souls, in order to see their children inherit a formal education. This was Nyayo’s dream that has become a reality for us all.

Beside education, the Church is vital part of our heritage. Kenya is pre-dominantly a Christian nation, such that even our Hindu and Muslim brothers are part-time Christians. Our faith influences our daily living. Attending church services on Sunday is a common practice engrained in our psyche. Foregoing church on Sunday is a sin. Even our very own politicians go to church on Sunday, so there is no valid excuse for one not to go. The most unique thing I have observed is that our pastors are just as colourful as our politicians that sometimes, it becomes a challenge to tell them apart.

Moreover, we have more churches in Kenya than we have hospitals and schools combined, signifying that no one gets to excuse themselves before God, by claiming that they never got to hear the good news gospel preached to them, for if there is anything that sells more in Kenya than Safaricom products, is the gospel, that is all in your face all the time.

How about our heros? Our athletes are recognized worldwide for their footwork. Everyone knows that Kenyans can run marathons. The white folks know too that we are undisputed champions when it comes to showing our running track record. When it comes to marathons, we run the distance, pun intended. It may be a one-tribe show but what foreigners do not know, will not hurt us.

Tourism is also big for Kenya. Our lash beaches, posh hotels, mystic sceneries and wild game reserves are our major goldmines. I mean, where else in Africa do you get to see a lion, a giraffe, a zebra, an elephant, and a rhinoceros all in the same spot? Moreover, we all know that the Maasai Mara is the tenth wonder of the world, with the seasonal migration of wildebeests, crossing crocodile-infested Mara river. Even white folks travel from their homes, to camp at the Mara just for the adventure of it all. If this phenomenon does not make you proud, then I do not know what will.

In Kenya, transportation is a breeze. The Kibaki government laid foundation for a solid infrastructure and the Uhuroto government hired the Chinese to polish it to a tee. Now, we get to live, work and commute across the nation in style. These days, parts of Nairobi look like downtown Beijing. Our government has heavily invested on transportation. Our railway system is top notch that I at times feel like I am in foreign land, while boarding a train in Nairobi. Nevertheless, what ticks me the most is the bodaboda boom. Everywhere you go in Kenya, the motorbikes are ever present. If you have not been accidentally knocked down by one before, brace yourself for the inevitable experience.

Who has not been to Mombasa before? Mombasa is the ultimate holiday destination in Kenya. If there is a long weekend or holiday, you will find Kenyans headed toward the island of Mombasa, craving its hot weather and sandy beaches. If you are looking to eat good food, bask under the hot sun, ingest exotic drinks, go for boat rides, swim in the deep blue ocean, visit old archaeological sites, go clubbing, network with foreigners, or even learn a little about the arab-swahili culture of the coastal people, then Mombasa is your destination.

Our politics is our staple food, drawn heavily upon tribal lines. If one is not supporting one side of the divide, then s/he most likely defending the other. Our politics is too tribal, too divisive, too volatile, and too money-based. Because of that, Kenyans fear the election year, for they know just how the atmosphere is always charged up with the devil energy. Yet somehow, at the end of it all, it always leads to a peaceful handshake. I mean, make that make sense please. Only in Kenya do we get political rivals signing memorandums, aligning themselves in coalitions and exchanging pleasantries after bouts of fights for the political seats of power.

Speaking of politics, no man is more popular and decorated in the art of politicking like our very own The Right Honourable Raila Amollo Odinga! A man we all love to hate and hate to love. This man is a statesman, an aristocrat, a visionary, a leader, a pan-Africanist, a legend, an enigma, a man of the people, the poster child for all things unbeatable, and a national treasure.

Have you ever met someone with an ‘It’ factor? Agwambo Tinga has two of them. This man Raila needs his own planet, the way he is built for stature and posterity. He has nine lives like a cat, a chameleon and a bull, having the ability to shape-shift, transform himself into whoever he wants to be, and charge head on at his opponents. Even children under the age of ten sing this man praises. This man is a true treasure. They do not make them like this man anymore in Africa. He must therefore be preserved in his own special grove at the Louvre Museum in Paris, when he finally joins his ancestors in the after-life.

Finally, incase you feel like escaping to another country of your choosing, you now have a chance, thanks to dual citizenship. This gives you the right to find another country of your choice to relocate to. But remember dear Kenyans that East and West, home is best!

Being Fourty and Single!....

 

THINGS I AM GRATEFUL FOR IN 2023

Being Fourty and Single!....

It’s official! I have stepped into my pre-golden years. So, I turned fourty last year and it is one things I am grateful to God for, even though I wish to age backwards to preserve my youthful self. But where did the years go? It seems like just yesterday, I was an ambitious young adult who was ready to take on the world by storm, but now, I can hardly keep up with current affairs. A few years back, no task was too hard for me to undertake. I would have carried the world on my shoulders, if an opportunity called for it but now, it will take a miracle for me to go out on a social function.

A friend of mine called me on that special day, to wish me a happy birthday. Then he made it known to me that I had reached the afternoon of my life. It is the way he said it, so cut-throat, that forced me into the reality that I had aged. Well, so much for honesty. Nevertheless, his words got me thinking, “Where did the years go?” As I stood before the mirror to my reflection, and realized that indeed age had caught up with me. You see, the crooked lines on my forehead gave my age away.

However, with the new technology and advancement in medicine, there is nothing that a little nip and tuck would not fix. Infact, it would shed ten years off me, in one fix. All I need is cold hard cash invested, to suspend the aging process. Nowadays, fourty is the new twenty five, or so they say to whatever rocks their boat, and whoever came up with this slogan was clearly holding on too tightly to their youth, otherwise the saying does not make any sense. But I digress.

So there I was in front of the mirror, looking in my reflection, contemplating the years gone by. I was fourty, and without a husband or a partner or even some sought of known relationship. Yes, my thoughts had veered into a dangerous territory. This is a touchy subject that I do not like diving into.

Nevertheless, I must speak on it, so help me God. Well, if you must know, the truth is that I am still waiting on the one, whoever and wherever he is. At least, this is the concocted answer that I give to my nosey friends and relatives, when they constantly inquire of the reason for my singletude, “The Lord has not yet spoken.”

I could win a noble piece prize for my great literary achievements, divide all that money to my kinfolk, and still they would pressure me into marriage. To them, starting a family, despite all my accolades, is more important than acquiring an education. “Will those papers sire children or take care of you when you grow old?” I could build a house for every time I have been asked this question.

All my young ones, married and with a brood of toddlers, will be paraded before me, as a reminder of my ‘shortcomings’, and hence my need for emulating them, for the sake of my concerned kinfolk. You see, what will people say about them, seeing as their middle-aged daughter is not yet married? Yes, the opinion of many, regarding my marital status deeply affects my family’s reputation. Hence, I feel pressured to find a husband and start a family, for their sake.

I wonder though, if the men in their forties are pressed to marry and what their solutions are. Where do they go to hide from the pressure, so that I may join them? Honestly, there is no answer to why I am single. I just am, and contrary to popular belief that I may be spiritually compromised, I believe that I am single by choice.

Actually, one local preacher, from my community, once tried to convince me that my ancestors had barred me from getting married, and that there was need for me to undergo a spiritual birth to appease them. This would require a cleansing on my part, accompanied by a hefty sacrifice, one that would allow me to receive a gate pass into matrimony.

This community pastor must have been hired by my kinfolk to conjure up this cock and bull story, because he is always present in every of my family celebrations, clutching a bible underneath his left armpit and having inaudible whispers with my nosey aunts behind the scenes. Come to think of it, I never saw him perusing through the scriptures, to proclaim the holy word. Instead, he always give long motivational speeches that always seem to pump praise on to the elderly folks, who of course generously compensate him for his starry words.

According to this local pastor, my ancestors consider my marital progress as a detriment to their rest in the afterlife and therefore, the marriage altar cannot speak, if the altar of the ancestors has not been appeased. Besides, I had imbibed too much of the white man’s culture that if I were to sire children, they would be born to completely annihilate the set traditions, which in turn, would lead to disastrous consequences on their part.

In short, I was a danger to their traditions and a spiritual cleanse would save these traditions? Well, at that point, it is best to say that I questioned both our sanity, his for his stupid revelations, and mine, for my giving thought to them. How would a commune of dead people be worried about the living single? How does pastor know more about traditional beliefs than he does scriptures? How are we dangling between two opinions? Do we follow God or our ancestors? Ah, being Afro Christian is a tall order.

Yes, God forgive me for hiding behind your name but this is the only way I get to dodge my over zealous kinfolk, who always put me on the spot, whenever there is a family gathering. Speaking of which, I have a mind of pulling a Houdini on these family festivities, until I can find myself a partner or hire one, for the sake of my peace.

Anyway, I am of a different mindset compared to my folks. As they rush me into marriage, by constantly setting me up on blind dates, I on the other hand am too set in my ways that I may be too old to be domesticated. Like I said marriage may not be for me. You see, the issue of having children at this age makes me shatter. How about the issue of in-laws? These topics require their own special discourse.

My career takes centre stage for now. I love my current job, for it allows me many days of staying at home. I figured that this is the most serious commitment I have since joining twitter. Did I mention that I am fourty and single? In everything, I give God thanks and show my gratitude everyday for His goodness and mercy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Digital Age

 

THINGS I AM GRATEFUL FOR IN 2023

The Digital Age

If you grew up in the seventies and eighties, then I know that you have a great appreciation for the digital age. The analogue era of call-boxes, typewriters, mail boxes, and telegrams has been heavily over-shadowed by the new technology that they have become obsolete. Personally, I am grateful for the new age technology, yet I also get nostalgic of the old tech too. Both have really impacted my life in a major way.

In the yesterdays, whenever one wanted to make a call, they would either go to the rich neighbour’s house and ask to make the call on their land line or travel the distance to locate a phone booth, with a few pennies at hand. Incase one was broke, they would result to make a reverse call to the receiver’s expense. But today, everybody has a mobile phone in their hands and their loved ones are only one phone call away.

A mobile phone these days is as common as water. Every Tom, Dick and Harry possesses one or two of the gadgets, accelerating the ease in communication. Not only can one make calls but they can also send text and electronic messages, and have access to social media, through the use of the internet. The internet has made the entire world a global village, where any kind information can be accessed in an instant at the comfort of one’s home. The internet has created great businesses, partnerships, and a commune of soul tribes online, making the world a much smaller place.

In remote areas where phones were unavailable, then the government of the day would ensure that there was at least a post office, for those who were literate enough to communicate to their relations through letter-writing. Gone are the days where romantic love was expressed in a sturdy handwriting and golden words. It took about a week for expectant love birds to communicate to each other. I still have a stack of those old memories hidden in my old high-school jua kali metal box. Perhaps one sweet day, I will be able to show off to my daughter the how life was simply beautiful.

Today, it is all about text and electronic messaging. Nothing gets faster to you than a short text message. I mean, it is instant and right on your face. In a second, somebody has replied to your message and in the next second, they have received your response. While this is good and beneficial, it takes away the anticipation, the curiosity, and the allure of the message.

With letter writing, the sender took their time to organize their thoughts in a long read, showcasing their word play in style and fashion. Whenever you received the letter to open and read, you already were in a cloud nine moment, for you just knew that the read was going to be explosive and mind-boggling. But it is not so with text messaging. Some people prefer to shorten the already short messages, while some do not even bother to honour you with their words, because they let emojis do the talking for them. Am I the only one enraged by this?

But incase you needed to send a message or money even faster, then the telegram was your ideal choice. It was not that fast anyway, as you had to wait a few days before the money got to you. But whoever who invented m-pesa money transfer, may God give you a golden ticket straight to heaven, for this great invention. Thanks to your incredible ingenuity, we are all able to send and receive money at the touch of a button.

Show me a Kenyan who does not use the m-pesa services and I will show you person who is either blind or dead. Even our neighbouring nations have tapped on to using this genius invention. Of course, there are many services of this kind across the world but a Kenyan thought of this, so it must count for something. Very soon, you will hear of another invention where someone out here has figured out an even easier way of revolutionizing the m-pesa services through telepathy. In this age, anything is possible.

Gone are the days of hand-written or type-writing letters. The computer will do all that for you. There has been an expansion of programming and software that have been updated to suit the needs of the clientele. Nowadays, all you need to do is voice out your thoughts and the computer will pick your words and text write them on your behalf. No need to struggle with writing down your words. It is the job of the computer to pen down your words in a digital fashion. The computer will not only jot down your words but correct all the imperfections within the text. How about that?

Just when you think that the invention above is top notch, the computer has the ability to answer almost all your questions. All you need to do is ask and you shall receive all the answers you need, whether at home or at work or even in your car. This ingenuity is unique and beneficial in that it can been customized and tailored to suit your own needs. This technology is not cheap, as you must have the purchasing power to access it. This is one heck of an invention that will last for generations to come.

The only downside to this digital age is that as people become increasingly dependent upon it, the more they become addicted to it, and the more they become anti-social. Therefore, ensure to detox from technology twice every week, by shutting down every techo-gadget, go out to the sun and breath fresh air, find new hobbies, as you reconnect with friends and family.