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Guest Post: Never Taught in Class.

Post by Samuel Muthomi a.k.a Dj Somi.

When Kawiria asked me to be a guest writer, I was gobsmacked because I’m a big fan of Kawi’Snippets (Stupendous Tidbits).  Her blog has been an inspiration to me and many others. Sharing her life experiences made me realize that it is sharing ones weaknesses that helps other people in their need, not your strengths. I hope to share some of my life experiences that you will never be taught in any class.

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Humility Makes you Grow.

Humility sets one on the path to success. Pride will keep one from growing, because one is not willing to learn. Let’s get one thing clear, no one has it all together! I have been successful on the academic front, not because I was the brightest student in class, but because I was willing to learn. If you humble yourself, you become teachable because you are willing to learn.


Remember Pleasant Memories. Forget the Rest.

We can never reverse the past. Sometimes with hindsight, there are things one wishes they had done differently in life. At one time or another in life, there is someone who has deeply hurt you. Learn to let go because regret and resentment doesn’t hurt anybody but you. Learn to forgive others even when they do not deserve it. Be grateful for the good in people and choose to remember the good things about people, the good times and the positive experiences. Pleasant memories are a choice; do not dwell on the negative memories.


Make a Difference. Give.

It is the smallest gesture or thoughtful assistance that makes the biggest impact. My folks have taught me to be generous even when you don’t have plenty to give. My folks came from humble begins and the little that God has given them, they have used to educate a lot of people and help others set up their own business. It feels one with so much joy when you assist someone and help them realize their potential and fulfill their purpose in life. When God gives you the vision, he gives you the provision for it. My vision this year was to start Kipaji Agency Limited and help nature talent. I hope I can make a difference in people’s lives.

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Good Friendships Take Time.

To build a good relationship, one needs cultivation, work, and time to build a deep connection with someone. Every deep connection requires communication, commitment and companionship. You don’t need many friends to make it in this world, but a few good friends. Focus on having good (quality) friends not many (quantity) friends.


Serve Other People.

We are God’s stewards and God does not give us gifts, talents and abilities for our own benefit. Our gifts, talents and abilities should be used to serve other people. I’ve always had a passion for music and deejay’ing but I’ve learnt over the last one year, that God didn’t give me my artistic ability just so i can enjoy it. It took me a couple of months of soul searching for me to realize my vision and dream of music being an avenue of service others. Ubantu Festival was thus birthed as a celebration of the historical, cultural, artistic & philosophical legacies of Africans from past times to the present.


Integrity is the Key to Leadership.

The big things in life do not create a good leader. Living a life of integrity doesn’t mean perfection, we all stumble at times. Leadership is built on the small things of life. Our integrity will be tested in our homes, relationships, work place e.t.c. A politician who lies to his wife will lie to his constituents. That is where ones leadership is tested in life. Ones private integrity (behind the scenes) choices of life, makes one a great leader.

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Short Term Thinking Robs your Future.

Short-term thinking is one of the great weaknesses of today’s culture. It reminds me of the trending socialites who rob their future to enjoy today’s fame. A person who focuses on short-term gain is doomed to fail. It reminds me of my school mate in Lenana who went into a life of crime after finishing high school and is now serving life imprisonment at Kamiti. Short term thinking sets one up for years of un-payable debt to future generations.


Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*

Guest Post: Understanding Celebrity and Success.

Post by Pete Njenga.

A week ago, fellow scribe Kawiria proposed that I do a guest post in the ‘What’s Your Story’ section of this site. Well, who am I to deny such an affable, lovely lass some words we can hopefully learn from? What gives me that right?

“Mama mama nataka kuwa rapper,
Mtoto wee umenishinda,
Nataka kuwa famous kama Kalamashaka.
Je ukishindwa?
Please nitakupa kile unachotaka,
Nataka tu kuwakilisha hip-hop culture.
Acha kuwa mjinga, 
Ni sawa tu.
Next utaiba,
Si hata hiyo, ni sawa tu?”
- Nazizi, Ni Sawa Tu.

So began the song that introduced Nazizi to the Kenyan music scene. She would later be christened the First Lady of Kenyan Hip-Hop. With Wyre and Bamzigi (who later left), Necessary Noize topped charts in East Africa and brought us household anthems such as Bless ma Room, Shujaa, Kenyan Boy Kenyan Girl and several other hits. This is just one example of someone who sought celebrity from the start, and thankfully got it.

Thing is, almost everyone wants to be famous. In fact, the ‘Zuqka’ pullout in Daily Nation has “Be Famous” as its tagline.

We are so attracted to fame and fortune, that we spend hours watching other people making money from TV shows that supposed reveal their “ordinary” lives. We then wonder how these same people are successful while we are not, forgetting that we made them rich as we bummed on the couch through TV ratings, and buying their merchandise. For the uninformed, reality shows such as Keeping up with the Kardashians, Nicolle Richie & Paris Hilton’s The Simple Life, even The Bachelor or The Bachelorette – these are all scripted.

Here then, is my story when it comes to fame, fortune, popularity, success and the celebrity lifestyle.

Back in the Day

Growing up in the 80s and 90s, I was a victim of Tall Poppy Syndrome both at school and in my neighborhood. Unpleasant as it was, I do believe this is the single most important thing to have happened in my life.

For this reason, I did not succumb to peer influence, never got the chance to hang out a lot with neighbors and friends and ultimately, learned to restrict my support group to my immediate family and others whose well scrutinized objectives and intentions I could trust. I was taught early on in life to define my success, and to never let the noise of other people’s opinions drown out my inner voice.

In high school and at University, the situation was somewhat remedied by the fact that I was amongst equals – at least academically. Here, merit is what determined one’s progress and our backgrounds rarely interfered with how we related to one another.

Fame, Popularity and Celebrity

The reason I am telling you about my background is to illustrate how I have escaped being hopelessly beholden to fleeting and material possessions that the few use to elevate themselves and look down on the majority who opt not to think on their own.

Thankfully, I remain impervious to the sway that politicians, musicians, TV and Radio personalities, the filthy rich, actors and others wrongly considered celebrities, do have on the masses. Their lifestyle, shenanigans, and whatever else they are up to does not stop me from “kuria na kunyua” (eating and drinking) as we often say in my mother tongue.

Many of us have lost our sense of purpose and abandoned self-esteem, unduly influenced by those we look up to as role models and blindly emulate. People whose lives are not worth celebrating are now what our youth hope to become when they grow up. The rich who amassed wealth by running down public companies and embezzling funds pretend to now guide the youth on how to become billionaires and business moguls. Politicians continue to flaunt their ill-gotten riches while Kenyans do not even pause and wonder how these guys got up there. What kind of sheeple have we become that do not even pause to think?

Precious Illusions

Looking at the current leadership we voted into office in 2013, it pains me to realize that very few of them are in office for the right reasons. At the workplace, few go to work every morning for any reason besides making money at end-month. Many Kenyans have hopelessly subscribed to a misleading quest for money at all costs, thanks to common stereotypes about making it and success. It is for this reason that many have turned to crime, other continually fall for get-rich-schemes and our youth are now at the mercy of sensational and transient fads whose main thrust is making money and spending it as fast as possible, sans any thinking about securing the future. We are continually comparing ourselves to others and will do anything, including crime to outdo them.

We have so far forgotten that it makes more sense to be a person of value and not of success. As Albert Einstein prompted many years ago, we need to examine ourselves yet again and re-order our priorities, asking ourselves? “What is really important?”

In May 2013, I wrote a post that detailed what I hope would be my legacy. This should be in no way any one else’s legacy and I do not mean to impose my will on another person who also has the presence of mind to make their own decision.

What I continue to urge you is that we should take another keen look at what we place priorities on and aspire to be. Is it famous people of questionable character or is it deeds and initiatives that make the world much better? Are we willing to do anything, including criminal acts, to gain riches or can we instead take time to improve social conditions?

What does it mean to have succeeded? Here is something from Bessie Stanley, but often attributed to Ralph Waldo Emerson:

To laugh often and much;

To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children;

To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends;

To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others;

To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition;

To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived.

This is to have succeeded.

What drives you?

I end this post with some words by the man who wrote The Prince. Take time and give the following some thought:

“The great majority of mankind are satisfied with appearances, as though they were realities, and are often more influenced by the things that seem than by those that are.” ~ Niccolo Machiavelli.

Thereafter, do the needful.

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All said and done, do you still crave fame, popularity and celebrity status?

Is this allure influenced by your peers, role models or the very substance of what such a life entails? What does success mean to?

We believe that there are different strokes for different folk … ni sawa tu.

1st Date: Figuring Him Out

I had done as a Guest Post on Here while ago. I knew a time would come when I’d re-post it. This is it.

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The other day, a mutual friend I share with the boyfriend and who’s one of my best friends asked me, “how did you know he was serious?”The question did catch me off-guard and all I responded was, “he told me so”. Then I thought that’s pretty stupid of me considering actions speak louder than words. I felt that maybe I need to explain to her a little further on how it transpired. Just so that she’s not told by someone who’s trying to woe her, that he’s serious, get’s into it and he turns out to be a douche. I am very territorial when it comes to people I love and I never want to see them get hurt. If only it was in my ability.

So this is what transpired. I was single for a while, in this time I met all kind of guys and from each I met, even if nothing was intended per se, I would kind of size them up then ask myself, “can I handle this one or is this the kind of person I want to be with for the rest of my life?”.  Yes, I was sizing up anyone who showed interest in me and it’s the answer to this BIG question that used to slap me back to reality. The reality that told me, “keep off”. It even got to a point my family and friends wondered if I was serious and I would get worried lectures. In my head, I’m like; “it’s me who’s in the playground, not you”. Of course I didn’t tell them that but I totally downplayed the situation.

Sad thing then but good thing now, is I knew what I wanted in a guy. So when I didn’t see it coming, why bother? I wasn’t looking for perfection because I know there isn’t but there are those basic things I wanted to see and experience, that is commitment, ambition, openness and attraction not necessarily in that order but at least they should be featured. Commitment,  in his relationships and work. Ambition in the sense that he’s working towards something, he’s visionary. Openness in that he feel obliged to share with me everything in his past and present, it boils down to respect and humility. Attraction, nothing is happening if there’s none. From how he talks, looks, basically how he is, physically, mentally, spiritually. It’s like a magnet, you either attract or repel.

When I met my boyfriend (sounds like a novel story), I had known him from a while back but we had never had conversation past hi and probably, “it’s a pleasure meeting you”. In my mind, I had decided that I’m going on a sabbatical from men – no dates, no meet up’s etcetera and while at I was praying for a man, my man. I mean, I don’t want to grow old and grey alone, who does? I think I was just fed up by a certain breed of men that I kept attracting. The kind that didn’t fulfil the basic requirements of the man I’d like to be with. It was not amusing, if anything it was quite disheartening. So, even when we started chatting, I was just doing it because he was (still is) pretty interesting. We’re like kindred spirits, so our conversations were in sync. I am not the best at keeping in touch especially via chat or text but he knew how to get me responding and hooked while at it. Then we meet up for date 1 and all my basic requirements bulb lights just blink tick, tick, tick, tick. If I could, I would have asked him out, but I’m traditional, so I took a chill pill.

We talked about everything and anything there was to talk about. I don’t know if there’s a date rule for don’t tell him/her everything on the first date. We went all out, you know like, disgusting example but it’s the best I can think of to describe the situation right now. You know how you feel like farting and you have to hold it in for a while because … ‘lady in the streets’ and when you reach the bathroom or a secluded place you let it all out with such relief. That’s how it was, such a relief and the “fart” went something like, “I’ve finally met you, I don’t have anything to lose, so let me just let it all out … take me as I am or leave me.” That’s how I knew he was serious. The fact that he knew what he wanted, he wanted me and made that pretty clear without a wince or a doubt. I mean what else do I want to hear? If that wasn’t God playing match maker, I don’t know, because apparently he’d also been praying for woman, his woman.

1st Anniversary

1st gig together … 1 year later

It’s not a walk in the park, but it’s definitely worth the stay in the park. In the park, there are banana split rides, roller coasters, all with their highs and lows. We are different, each with our own strengths and weakness that get us to be so mad at each other but also get us to be so in love with each other.  Balancing the highs and lows is very important. We’re as real as we get especially with each other. If you make me mad, you do and I let you know. If you make me happy, you do and I let you know, if it gets boring, it is, we figure what to do to make it more interesting. It’s not as easy as it sounds written but I’m happy I have someone to experience this with. My overlycool. You LIVE, you LEARN, you LOVE.

Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*

Love Without Limits *Guest Post*

To see and hear other peoples views of the world and its happenings  is more than amazing, that’s one thing that always gets me. @Dyrants my very noisy desk-mate and friend decided to do a guest post here *yaaay*. No, I didn’t tell her what to write about, so this is all her…

“It’s the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance. It is the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance. It is the one who won’t be taken who cannot seem to give. And the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live.” ~ Bette Midler

There is no perfect way to live. There is no right way to live. Our parents/guardians teach us good values to guide us through life. Teachers give us knowledge and information to get us through life; kind of like equipping us with practical skills to help us survive. On the other hand the society at large has an idea of how you should live life; what you should do and what you shouldn’t do. ‘The society’ disguises itself as friends, relatives, colleagues and acquaintances that we come across in our day to day lives. They pass judgement and question our beliefs, ideologies, choices, options and even go as far as offering solutions to the problems that they have created. These are people you trust or relate with daily and slowly their ideologies replace yours, their choices soon become your choices and your beliefs fade away. We start to live someone else’s life. At the back of our minds however our ideologies never really die. They just coil due to the pressure from external forces. They try to speak up but fear of ridicule wins that fight and we find ourselves doing what is expected of us and not what our heart really desires. Some might call this reason; I choose to call it fear, cowardice.

I love this quote by Bette Midler because it encourages me to be who I am and not what I am expected to be. I love even when I know I’m loving the wrong person/thing or for the wrong reasons. I love because it’s what my heart wants; because in that moment and time it’s what makes the most sense. Some may call this a weakness but I love without judgement until given reason to. Everyone deserves a chance to be loved and love back. I am not afraid to love because I know that if my heart does break, I’ll still live to see another day. I’ll proudly walk away and say, at least I got the chance to meet person ‘X’ The scars on my heart can tell their own story of sleepless nights and the tears but they can also tell a victory story. Of lessons learnt.

Time heals all wounds they say. We just don’t realise how true this is until we’re faced with a situation that we thought we’d never recover from. Love. It’s the only chance you’ll ever get plus YOLO (shoot me) if your heart does break, fix it! Bandage it! Walk away with your head held up high, you loved, you learnt and I’m sure it was worth it while you were in it.

Author : @Dyrants

Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*

Guest Post: Rabbi

As promised, I managed to convince my baby sister (Clara) to give me one her poetry pieces for you to read. Sometimes I have a look at them and all I can say is, WOW!

 

  RABBI

Confused and alarming frenzy

Gave up my all in the offing

Blinded by ambition and purpose

Divided through trials and tribulations

Beyond the process of authenticating

You bring me this

I beg not to differ

For thy knows what is best for I

But Rabbi,

Take one last look at this damsel

Broken to bits left for the bull

Dark day’s instant nights

Forsake bread and butter for the cause

Do away with chaos

None the less despair

I thought Rabbi had colossal clemency

Enough to pick up dumped trash

Enough to respond to gloating me

Take not my will for it is all I am left with

No man has an iota what you are about

But I have a hint

Sixteen years strong

Now I know better

You are no vending machine

No automated teller machine

Hold your stallions tame your lion

Count your blessings the rest discard

The darkness will turn iridescent

For what Rabbi can do, can make karma compromise.

Author ~ Clara Rincuni

A Place to Belong

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Feeling of displacement aside

Out of place, dis-appreciation all dim lights

I need something that’ll shine

A sign to show I’m welcome

Part n’ parcel of the gang

But everything is so distant

In one place I was guaranteed and belonged

Where the drums beat loudest

And my heart comes in whole

Where the smiles are abundant

And everything breathes hope

Recognition doesn’t matter

The only place my name n’ fame doesn’t count

Safe abode where my mind is in peace

And my body comes in handy

But …

I look forward, I see blank faces

Full with disappointment, disgust and pity

I wasn’t part of them, that, not a doubt

I wasn’t even like them, can’t be figured out

Where could I possibly fit

A place where I wouldn’t be a misfit

Somewhere I was calm

Not dense n’ damp

The sound of music, the feel of innocence

My daily constant dose of heroine

Every sniff sends me flying

Pass everything n’ I’ll do it good

As long as it’s a note with a tune

A lyric like do-re-mi-the chords

They look corny while they’re at it

But the way they’ll pull it off is just MAGIC

Head :  Side to Side , Waist : Likewise

Beauty in the making, utterly breathtaking

But all I wanna do is sing

Whether it’s Pink or Elvis Presley

The beats of the track slowly on crazing

When I say B.N.P

I don’t mean … Before Nubian Prince

I mean … Bra, Knickers n’ Pants! LOL

♥ Rockphile

 Yeah, that’s poetry by my baby sister. She’s a rock fanatic, as you can see it in her “name”. I discovered she does poetry because she would take my incomplete journals or get us to buy her journals every other month. Not that I’m snoopy *in my defence* … lol, but I happened to land on one or two of her poems and I thought WOW. So I asked her if I can do a guest poem on my blog. I love how she writes. Here’s another one she’s done here before (You Are Special).

QUOTE OF THE DAY

“A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his own image.” ~ Joan Didion

Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*

Pete Says ***

Jagshemash!

The idea to guest post here came about during a random chat with Kawiria. Having recently discovered this blog, I immediately liked the cheerful, full-of-life style she invariably has in her posts. In fact, the TGIF [T_IF for the atheists] posts are totally un-friggin’-missable for me.

Well, I primarily blog on The Walkabout. In addition, I do have other blogs viz: Complit Design, Green Initiatives, Connect eMagazine and the latest Pete R Njenga on Books.
That said, my post today will simply touch on things that I hold dear. That is learning, sharing, music and something that Kawi’s name exemplifies – happiness. 

Learning and Sharing

I write a bit, but read a lot more. It is through reading that I get to learn the most, inasmuch as there is a lot to learn from what we hear, see, or otherwise experience. Reading has always been a way to discover new things, to visit new places, to learn more about ourselves… just wallowing in the beauty of the written word can be orgasmic [no, I ain’t talking about reading erotic stories]. Reading is simply awesome.

It so happens that every once in a while, I encounter some written stuff that is so good to keep to myself. That is where the need to share kicks in, since only through sharing do we add value in others’ lives. In the timeless words of one Carlos Castaneda,

 Once awareness is free, intent will redirect it into a new evolutionary path.

For this reason, I’ll share with you something I once read and found immensely profound. It is a small document that is aptly titled Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness. Published by the Acton Foundation for Entrepreneurial Excellence, it is actually a cautionary tale that is designed to help you rise above your instincts and urges, to begin a search for the life you were meant to live. Once you have abandoned a foolish quest for the ephemeral rewards of happiness, wealth and power, you can begin to look for your true calling on this earth…

Read more about it and download your free copy here [PDF, 344KB]:

Music

When it comes to music, I listen to a wide variety of genres. Music is essentially poetry that is enhanced with a tune for easier listening. One thing I purpose to do is to actually listen to the words I get to hear in music. This ensures that I never miss out on the lyrical insight that is often present in many songs.

To this end, I’ll share one of my many favorite songs, titled In Repair, from John Mayer’s Continuum album. This song is a constant reminder that we are in a perpetual state of amelioration, on our way to success, attainment, deep satisfaction and fulfillment.

♪ I’m in repair, I’m not together but I’m getting there…♫

Here’s some more music that inspires yours truly.

Happiness

It goes without saying that this blog is a happy place. Kawi has gracefully made it so, who are we to question that?
I’d however be remiss if I didn’t ask, What is the difference between happiness, satisfaction and fulfillment? Even more interesting, are you pursuing sensual pleasures and material success for the wrong reasons? It is my hope that you find your answers here:

Dziękuję!

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I don’t want to spoil the post, but having readers such as @peternjenga is quite an inspiration for my new *not so big* hidden talent. Thanks mister, I’m grateful and keep up the good work you’re doing!

Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*