Munene, the journey...

Why do I believe what I believe? Why are my values what they are? Where do my thoughts come from? Are my ideals 'mine'? The question of thought, is a complex one, not least because thinking is so difficult. Many of us do not think, we take the thoughts of others and use them as the foundations, walls, or thatching of our mental structures. But we rarely think, and deep enough on important matters anyway. Thinking involves the admission that we do not know, an admission coming from a place of humility that we are ignorant and could do better. It does not, as is usually thought, have to be from a place of knowledge, even though knowledge can inform thoughts. If it was, then we would not necessarily be thinking, but just reorganizing previously known ideas. It begins with asking the question, why. Why do we go to school? Why do we marry and have children? Why do we work to earn money in order to buy things? Why do we elect leaders? Why do we go to places of worship and perfo

Philosophy comes from the two Greek words philo meaning love and sophia meaning wisdom, ergo a love of wisdom. The famous Greek and Roman philosophers were therefore, in search of the wisdom to all sorts of questions, big and small. This is a good book for a number of reasons. It is a pretty easy and straightforward read. It's free of pompous language that makes people hate philosophy and thinking. De Botton has demystified philosophy to everyday life, making it accessible to us. courtesy of huffingpost.com He presents different philosophical ideas from six of the best thinkers of old: Montaigne, Seneca, Socrates, Nietzsche, Epicurus, and Schopenhauer. Each of these philosophers had unique experiences and different backgrounds that influenced their thought trails. Montaigne inherited an estate from his dead parents; Socrates was poor; Schopenhauer was lonely; Epicurus was full of life; Nietzsche could not find love; Seneca lived during the dangerous times of the murderous E

Life is a mystery that we must solve with our hands tied at the back, and blindfolded, without sound. We must figure out life from the moment we are born from our own eyes and the eyes of our parents. image courtesy of michaelnewnham.com There will be no good old days that we like to reminisce about. Those days, are gone, forever. They will not come back, and we need to get over them. Yes, recognize that they happened; appreciate the lessons learned from them, and then look ahead, because that's where we are headed. A life lived in order to bring back the good old days is delusional. A government that brings out policies of the good old days will fail; coal jobs are gone from America (at least the vast majority); manufacturing of cars is cheaper in Mexico than in the United States. No amount of pouting will change these things. Things will get worse until we die. We start dying the moment we are conceived. Our days are numbered, literally, and begin to count down, unti

I was born in Kenya; I even have a birth certificate issued by the government of Kenya. I was raised in Kenya, and my passport says that I am Kenyan. My parents are Kenyan, and my family is Kenyan. Naturally, everyone thought I would become Kenyan, and I must have passed off as one. Well, I think I have managed to fool everyone, because, well I do not think I am Kenyan. What have I become? photo courtesy of kyusho.com I have spent the majority of my last 5 years outside Kenya. I have traveled to various countries on the African continent, worked and lived there. I even passed off as one of the locals, with enough local language to get through daily situations. What I have enjoyed most though, is the diversity in the tastes and sounds: food, drink and music. From amala  in Nigeria to kenkey  in Ghana and sadza  in Zimbabwe, and Carlsberg Chill in Malawi, I have tasted life. But I partook in different cultures long before my traveling days. I listened to Rhumba music from the DR

So, on Monday my classmates told me that the impending snowstorm could mean that we would not be able to leave our homes for some time, even up to a week. There would be no delivery services for food, or ice cream and other good things. If I wanted to survive the snow storm, I would need to stock up on food and necessities and hope for the best. Needless to say, being the first "snow day" I would experience, I let them scare me. In the Mega Farmers market where I do my grocery shopping, there was a buzz. It was busy, busier than usual. People were moving around with a step of purpose; people were excited. I was taken aback. Because I usually do my shopping on Sundays, doing one on a Monday was a jolt. I did not think so many people shop here. However, I noted that people were a bit more friendly, courteous, patience. Why could this be? Perhaps it was because at that moment, we were all victims of an impending disaster, a snowstorm that would affect us all. We would all sh

I have been in the US for 8 months now, and not once have I heard anyone fart. You know how you enter a lift (elevator) when someone is leaving it, and they have this embarrassed look because they know what they did? It does not seem to happen here. In my boarding school days, evening study was a time of unusually increased farting especially on days we had meals with beans and/or cabbage for supper. We considered it normal, and it was so common, we could tell by the smell, which of our classmates had farted. I know what you are thinking, "Gross". And I understand that. Farts ahead Apparently, farting is a normal biological function of the human body, just like sweating, salivating etc. In fact, "holding it in" may lead to bloating, discomfort and even abdominal pain. It could also indicate an impending problem with one's gut. Scientists also think that smelling one's fart could be good for your health! Who knew! Bottling up is an issue when it ind

We are all in a rat race, whose beginning we do not comprehend, and whose end we cannot fathom. Therefore, in typical human fashion, we have invented systems that keep us sane, as we try to figure out what it's all about. We invented religions, economic systems, socio-cultural systems, political systems and so on, all to make meaning out of our lonely and short existence. But all this has fallen short of fulfilling us. We know we are on a journey, but don't know a journey to where. We do not know how we will know once we get there. Is it possible that the destination is behind us, but we have not recognized it? "Preposterous," we think to ourselves. Aren't we higher beings able to shape our own paths? Would we not know where our paths are headed? History does not agree. Every system that has been built seems to have been the ultimate one. Political & economic systems have struggled to lay claim to the title of the "best" and most "sustainabl

You who have gone before us Reminding us of our own mortality Keeping us on the straight and narrow Reminding us of the ticking clocks of time That our days are in fact numbered and known Our time is coming soon When we will join you We remember you We remember the laughter We remember your faces in the sun We remember the songs we sang together We remember the dances we danced We remember the times together We remember the silence We remember everything we left unsaid We remember the love we did not love We remember the kisses we did not kiss We remember the unspoken words We remember the unlaughed laughter We remember the unsung songs We remember it all We should have told you how we felt How you made us feel What you meant to us But courage failed us We were scared We are scared We are afraid But we trudge on Hoping to meet one day In another world Where we will dance again Where we will smile again Where we will laugh again Where we will sing ag

Growing up, it was common for our parents to encourage us and tell us how we could be anything we wanted in life. "You can do anything you set your mind to do!" They would cheer us on. "Even the president?" We'd ask unconvinced. "Yes, you could even become the richest man in the world!" All this fascinated us. We vowed to ourselves that we'd in fact become people of substance who would be recognized in the entire world for our achievements. We'd ride in super-yachts like Abramovich and the rest of the mega-rich. We would produce life changing inventions, innovating our way to stardom. We'd become the next prodigy in music and sports. All this is well and good, meant to lift our spirits. Assessing our lives however, no matter how much effort we have put in to realize our dreams and visions, they have eluded us. We have become adept at doing other things though: commenting on FB posts, retweets, identifying the hottest political issue

Shared on a WhatsApp group, these proverbs are succint and self-explanatory. 1. The anger of a penis doesn't destroy the vagina. (Zimbabwe) 2. There's no virgin in a maternity ward. (Cameroon) 3. A child can play with it's mother's breasts but not with the father's testicles. (Ghana) 4. The man who marries a beautiful woman and the farmer who grows corn by the road side have the same problem. (Ghana) 5. When you see a woman sitting with her legs open, never tell her to close them, because u do not know her source of fresh air. (Ethiopia) 6. He who says that nothing lasts forever has never tried Hausa perfume. (Nigeria) 7. The only woman who knows where her man is every night is a widow. (Togo) 8. An erect penis has no conscience. (Uganda) 9. If you go to sleep with an itching anus, you are sure to wake up with smelly fingers. (Kenya) 10. The day a mosquito lands on your testicles is the day you will know there is a better way of resolving issues without u

This journey called life is both sweet and sad. Days are lonely and dark and cold, at the same time cheery and rich and beautiful. It is a paradox that we struggle with daily, faltering and then getting up and marching on. Music makes the journey more bearable. In that instance when you hear a song that connects you to the infinite, in a way you cannot explain, you transcend your petty grievances against your lover, forget your self-pity. This is one of the greatest gifts from the universe, ability to return to our Source even when we do not understand the words being sung. I do not understand what these two songs say, but they are transcendent.

The rise of the continent of Africa is imminent, it is ongoing and it is unstoppable. For a long time now, the land that is the home of the Black Man has been downtrodden, allowed only to eat the scraps, the leftovers from the white man's rule. This is changing. We are seeing more nations of Africa freeing themselves from the bondage of complete dependence and servility to nations of Europe and the Americas. Our people are standing tall. But this cannot be one man's dream. Nor can one nation go it alone in the process of gaining complete autonomy from the rule that keeps him serving the selfish ends of corporations. We must unite. We must unite not only to move forward, but also to survive. It is imperative that the nations of Africa see themselves as a brotherhood for the black soul. One nation alone will not survive the onslaught that is coming to anyone that dares challenge the status quo. We have seen what happened to those who dared go alone in the liberat

Jane and Michael had always known that they would get married since they were young. But when they did get married, everyone was astonished, even though everyone had anticipated it. What shocked everyone really was the simplicity of their wedding. Jane's parents were wealthy and had bequeathed their only child a large portion of their wealth. "I do not need it mum, please tell dad to give it to charity," she had protested when her parents had announced they would name her the sole recipient of the wealth. "God is providing for us, we do not really need all that money. What would we do with it?" Jane's mum had cried on the phone for three minutes and protested at the injury their child was doing them. "Your dad will be heartbroken… Honey, don't do that to him, his poor heart will fail him." When her dad heard it, he had not talked to her for a week. When he did, his voice was pained, distance, "I do not like to see you and Michael li

There are among the human species, a number of us who have a restless spirit: a spirit of adventure, newness and uneasiness. The characteristics are very obvious. Random quitting of work: without any convincing explanation to the current employer, you quit the job and say you want to find yourself. You say that it's not that employer has done anything wrong. You don't want more money, or new responsibilities or a move.You just want to leave, escape. Running away from relationships: your lovers are left wondering what they did wrong. You leave them hanging, in anguish as you run away, even to a different location. You avoid meeting them, or going to places where you both shared some intimate moments. You become a ghost to those you love and who love you. Seeking the thrill and adventure: you want to do dangerous stuff, a dance with the devil. You seek out pain, the next big thing. You try to numb yourself with excitement: chasing storms, catching a cobra by its tail. W