Tuesday, December 30, 2008


Welcome back from the Christmas break. Well, bloggers never tire of blogging that is for sure.

I am not so writy this week, trying to finish up a lot of things but want to wish everyone the very best of the year end and year start.

God bless.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

The Night of Christmas (finale)

One two three....feet slapping the ground in a hurry. Thud thud...from the staffs in their hands. They hurried down the hill in the direction of the light from above.

The feet of the camels pounded the ground furiously as they made their way to the light. The Kings needed to get there soon, they knew something was happening at that moment.

Bang bang...upon Herod's chest. The grape he had been trying to swallow shot out of his mouth suddenly. His heart was beating heavily! He had almost choked! He tried to calm down but his heart increased its pace. Something was amiss.

The clouds in the skies shimmered softly, the stars sparkled like diamonds. Not a sound could be heard.

Joseph held her hand as she writhed. He occasionally passed a cloth over her brow to soak the tiny drops of sweat. Mary looked at him intently, at Joseph. He smiled. She was a young woman, a virgin but she was strong. She did not curse, or scream. In her mind the words kept on ringing;

"You will become pregnant and give birth to a son, and you will name him Jesus.
He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High God. The Lord God will make him a king, as his ancestor David was,and he will be the king of the descendants of Jacob forever; his kingdom will never end!"

He was beautiful. Her eyes completely adored him. Here in her arms, she held the Son of God. The coming Messiah. Yet He was so frail, so feeble. He too needed to be held and swayed, and touched. He had emptied Himself for this moment when He would no longer sit in the majesty of the heavens, but be found in a manger in a small town as a child.

"Anyone there?"

A voice called

"Who could it be?" Joseph thought, after all the man of the Inn had allowed them to stay in this manger. He could not imagine who it was but went to see.

His eyes met a golden chain and they moved up till they saw the man's face. Long black hair, brown skin, red turban. A regal sort of appearance, as were two others with him.

"Yes sirs?"

We three Kings travelled from the East. We were led here by a star shining so bright. It spoke to us of a new King born here in this land. Is this the right place?

' Kings? What if they want my son's life? ' Joseph thought to himself. However, a soft voice spoke;

"Let them in."

He moved aside and pointed them to where Mary and the child were. Before he had turned, another group of men arrived! Shepherds.

"Is he here?" They asked.

He nodded as he led them in. He immediately went over to Mary's side and the two looked at each other very puzzled.


Herod tossed and turned. He was having a horrid dream. In this dream, the Romans were crucifying a man. This man's face was not clear but he read the words above it: KING OF THE JEWS. He awoke with a start!

"I am King of the Jews! Why would the Romans crucify me? Treachery! The boy... the boy...he must die..yes he must..."

He was shaking uncontrollably as he spoke these words. His silk sheets were wet again from sweat. He got up, rushed to the balcony and looked for the star...it was gone!

" The Kings, they will bring him to me...they must...!"


Simeon was sound asleep and his dream seemed to be pleasant.In this dream, the Romans were crucifying a man. This man's face was not clear but he read the words above it: KING OF THE JEWS. And he knew! He woke up...it must be that the boy had been born.


Racheal hurried to the cradle, Eli was crying. Eli her son. She swayed him and sang him a song. Soon he was asleep. She would go back to bed. In bed she thought to herself;

"What would I do without my children?"

Then continued to sleep.


The baby slept peacefully. The shepherds had gone. The Kings had gone. But in essence, the shepherd had come, the King had come. Joy to the world.

Merry Christmas

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

True Love's Form (poem)

True Love's Form
Joel Ntwatwa

Put your heart where my eyes can see,
Lay bare all your soul to me.
Can I steal a glance into your thoughts?
Can I be sure your love's not a plot?

Where is friendship without gain?
Where was beauty seen in what was plain?
Love seems easy to do
When there's something to gain from you.

Words are always easy to say
When the chest is empty and the heart's away,
The promises that seemed to weigh
Turn from golden array to old and grey.

So will a real friend please stand up?
Someone who didn't regard you as the X on a treasure map?
Will a person tell me then
That they began to love
Without expecting gain?

Could somebody finally say
That they loved you indeed?
Not because of a thing they sensed
That made you smell like frankincense?

That even though you were short and stout or tall and thin,
Arrogant, irritable or gentle and meek
they loved you with no trophy to seek?
Make our eyes see what love is meant to be,
A lender that forgets the debtor
A giver that gives with heart not head.


Love is my message to all of us this Christmas.

Monday, December 22, 2008


NOTE: Due to unforeseeable circumstances, this web logger has decided to bring this tale to an untimely close. Business just got hectic and time became finite, so instead of a story today,I leave you a link to let you in on the roots of common Christmas traditions we have today. Have fun.

Why we have Christmas trees, gift giving etc etc.

As Christmas dawns on us, may the star of love lead you to Jesus' arms.

Friday, December 19, 2008

On the night of Christmas: the Shepherds.

Bethlehem, the city of bread, only ten kilometres from Jerusalem. It was cold in Bethlehem, it was winter but not too cold really. In the hill country of Judah, it was common to see shepherds ascend with their flock to look for pastures.

From afar off a small fire was glowing. The crackle of the branches used for the fire nudged at the silence of that night. Sheep were peacefully lying on the green grass. There was a lamb in the arms of one of the shepherds. The calm upon her face as she chewed brought a certain joy to this shepherd. He loved all this flock, and knew each sheep by name. This lamb in his arms was called Joy.

As the fire continued to crackle, suddenly the sheep all seemed to awake from their slumber, including Joy. A wave of excitement was building. The shepherds were not yet sure what it was until a golden light appeared in the heavens above them.

You could hear the thumping of the shepherd's heart against his chest a mile away; this man was scared! Joel had never ever seen a sight like this before. Surely some awful thing was going to happen to all of them that night.

The light moved from where he was and then covered all the sheep as well the other shepherds. On seeing the light, they hurriedly arose and came to Joel. It was a beautiful sight from afar off, a golden sunrise in the quiet of the dark cold night. But Joel and his fellows were scared.

Numbed because they felt running would be useless and also because there was the sheep to look after, they awaited whatever fate. The flocks' safety would matter the most now. Slings in hand, they waited for the unseen terror to strike.

And then, as if rising out of the light, a winged man shot up into the sky! He flew all around the shepherds and their flock and then descended!

"An angel..."
The words seemed to escape Joel's lips.

"Don't be afraid! I am here with good news for you, which will bring great joy to all the people. This very day in David's town your Saviour was born---Christ the Lord! And this is what will prove it to you: you will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger."

On saying this, the angel rose higher and then joined host of angels in a heavenly choir as they sang great praises to God!

"Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men. "

The angels sang! Their faces were radiant with such a joy as cannot be explained in human language. They sang, praising God in the highest. They sang praying for peace and good will toward men. Why would angels who much greater in power and knowledge want good will toward men? Yet they sang, because they knew God had a plan to redeem all that were His. His heart was the heart of these angels. Their joy was a little bit of the joy He had; His Son would save many, Yes His Son would save!

Psa 40:5 You have done many things for us, O LORD our God; there is no one like you! You have made many wonderful plans for us. I could never speak of them all--- their number is so great!

Joy pervaded the hearts of these shepherds. Soon they too had lifted up holy hands and praised their God. Although their minds still trying to comprehend the message of the angels, their hearts were at peace. Warmth filled their inner souls. They sensed the truth of the good news and their hearts rejoiced!

The angels sang until they had their fill then the sight waned from the sky until it was the dark blue and glittering white of its stars.

Laughing and celebrating, the shepherds only realised later that the angels had gone. There was one thing left to do...

Let's go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us."

Thursday, December 18, 2008

We Take A Commercial Break


For my mother whose love never wanes and has been there for me through all my issues (at least the ones I tell her about.)

For my family.

For my friends, my extra family.

...you can all drive one...

For every one this year who has enriched my life is some way, that includes you who is reading this

...try to share...

and lastly to the one who called me forth before I was even born

I am thankful. May you enjoy your day as I enjoy my birthday,...now those who promised gifts!!!

LoL. Much love.

Monday, December 15, 2008

A few nights before Christmas (continued)

(you could start here before you continue...)

The star kept steady in the sky and the Three Kings pressed on. Jerusalem was a noisy place, the streets were narrow but full of batembeyi. Roast maize, grass hoppers, sesame nuts (or simsim if you like) and kikalayi were in plenty at this time. Pharisees were in plenty on street corners rebuking and telling people to be like them. Goats and sheep could also be seen, being led by shepherds going out of the city to find pastures.

It would be rare to see any old men in this busy place but then there was one who always made his way through the city to go to the temple to pray. He was old but his eyes could still see well. A devout student of the books of his fathers, he always spoke of a coming messiah, of a light to reveal God's will to the Gentiles and bring glory to God's people Israel.

Simeon and God were homies. Often they would talk but mostly about Israel's salvation. As he went to the temple, thoughts were going through his mind:
"When is the coming salvation? How we have groaned and waited upon you O Lord?"
He was growing older by the day and surely soon he would have to go to his fathers but how he had longed to see this salvation.


"Yes!" He said as he turned around to look for who it was that had called him.
No one seemed to be calling him, everyone was minding his business.

"Simeon. You are loved and favoured by your God."

When he heard this, He knew who was talking.

"Yes, Lord."

"Salvation is coming to Israel. The child will be born soon."

"Where? So that I can go and see Him."

"Simeon, are you not blessed? Soon you will see this salvation. Soon you will see Him. Worry not. You will see Him."

"I am old my Lord, but I shall be sure in your promise that I will see Him."

He waited to hear if the voice would continue but it had stopped. Simeon's heart was racing. His eyes were teary. The Messiah was to be born soon! He continued to the temple to give praise and honour. He would see the King! He would see the child! He would see the salvation!


The star was always shining bright.

"Never have the stars spoken so clearly! The light keeps shining and it's rays pointing as if to an exact place."

The Kings nodded in agreement.

"We do not need King Herod's directions it seems. He looks a little too interested in the birth of a new King. Wouldn't most Kings want a new King dead?"

"Nay, this is a messiah. Even King Herod would want to look upon this child! To be saved! Don't you think?"

"Maybe, but still, something about him is droll."

They had stopped to rest for a while, the journey was still long. The first King reached into the sack on his camel and opened it revealing glittering gold. He wondered if this would be honourable enough but with a smile, knew it would be just right. Was there a crown without gold? Would any King boast in greatness without a crown of gold? Can a King be one without a crown of gold?

He replaced it and continued to look at the star.

Herod tossed and turned in his large bed. The silk of the sheets was not comforting him tonight. His sweat had made them uncomfortable.

"Silk". He muttered.

"Silk is made for the comfort of Kings! Not for commoners born in small towns like Bethlehem!"

He got up and went to the window. Outside the star was moving farther but never dimmer.

"Goddamn!" He barked.

"But I will kill him. I will kill that baby!

Far away, Mary and Joseph could now see where they were going; the little town, Bethlehem. The census was taking place and Joseph had to come to Bethlehem, it being the birthplace of his descendant King David. King David, the boy who slew a giant- this was his birthplace.

It was not a long way off, but long enough for a pregnant woman not to be hurried. So their journey continued.

Mary was already feeling the soft kicks of the baby who had been in the womb 8 months and 3 weeks. She was excited and thankful. God had surely been gracious. She was still unmarried but was expecting a baby. Joseph did not leave her, he had stood by her through all the 8 months but more importantly during the days when she told him she would have a baby.

That night was the hardest. She had received the news from the angel gladly yet after he was gone, she immediately thought of Joseph. Would he still marry her? Would he even look her in the face? How would she tell him it was God's power not another man?

But she had prayed and God had heard. Now she was here with Joseph, going to Bethlehem; and the little child was now getting ready to come out. Bethlehem would surely be His birthplace; he would surely be the "Son of David".

….to be continued.

kikalayi- chips sold on the street side and fried in wide pans called "bikalayi".
batembeyi- hawkers

May God bless all this week.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Many nights before Christmas

About this time in Israel some 2008 years ago.


King Herod.

It was after a sumptuous meal; pork ribs, cassava, fries and Mountain Dew, that dear Mr Herod decided to waltz to the palace balcony to stare at the stars. Already, his protruding belly was starting to complain about the heavy load.
When he reached the steps, he felt how tiresome going up them would be. So he called Jamha, the new servant from some lands near Ethiopia to carry him. Jamha did as asked and soon Mr. Herod was enjoying the cool breeze of the night while gazing at the stars.

The steps he failed to climb were three to be exact.

The night sky was bright, illuminating the great town below: Jerusalem. Jerusalem which he had conquered, of course with the help of the Legion forces. Then, it had been ruined, turned into a pile of stone. However, who did not know this was King Herod. He had rebuilt it and this magnificent palace was his achievement. That was not all; he built the great fortress of Antonia, a temple three or four times bigger than the largest temple in Rome making it the largest religious complex in the ancient world. The size of the temple would elevate the esteem of the Jews as being important people and perhaps it would also elevate his importance as King of the Jews.

But the Romans. Spit. Damn Romans liked to give orders. As though this was their land. He spat again over the balcony. Yet it was not really something to complain about. He was rich- had all he needed: The fortress to protect his city, the temple to please his God and his God's priests, and the palace. In the palace was food, and Jamhas; answering each command . It was not a bad arrangement. It was simple really- he kissed Roman butt and others kissed his butt. Some unholy butt kissing order.

The spittle landed on a small stone and slid off.

As he continued to gaze, he noticed a queer site! There was an oddly bright star in the night, brighter than other stars. Almost as bright as the moon.

"Sir! You have visitors!"
Jamha interrupted the star gazing.


"Three important looking men. They have bling on head on ears and on fingers."

"Kings! You fool!"

He hurried down this time oblivious of the need for Jamha and eased into his throne. "Let them in."

The three men came in.


"Jamha!! Call Omunene!!"

Omunene came donning an all important look. He went over immediately to where Herod was and they ascended to the balcony. Herod pointed and Omunene was taken aback! They exchanged a few words. Suddenly, the calm on Herod disappeared. The two looked perturbed. Omunene then raised his hand as if with an idea and bid Herod to come with Him.

Down the three steps again, without calling Jamha, and down the stairs out the door into the carriage! It seems they were going to the temple.

Pwat! Pwat!
The horses began to move.

Soon they were at the temple. They both hurried after another and soon Omunene got into a room with thousands of scrolls. He looked up and down, sideways and then pointed to a particular row in the room. They went there in a hurry. Quickly he removed one scroll and opened it, it read:
“And you, Bethlehem Ephratah, you being least among the thousands of Judah, out of you He shall come forth to Me, to become Ruler in Israel, He whose goings forth have been from of old, from the days of eternity. ” (Micah 5:2).

Herod began to sweat uncontrollably. They both discussed intensely and then left the room.


It was very dark now. In the deep of the night. That time when evil men would plot evil things, that he sent for the three Kings.

"Gentlemen, this King I would also like to worship. I am told He will be born in Bethlehem. Please go and look diligently for him, and when you do find him please send word that I may also come to worship him."


They were gone now. He was in his bedroom thinking about the night.

"Child? King? I alone am King of Israel!!" He barked.

"And when they find him, I shall kill him."

...to be continued.

I need comments regarding the quality of the piece. Need ideas on how to better the writing. Other than that, my birthday to all who would like to know is on the 18th day of the 12th month. Enough questions already.

There seems not to be a carol about Herod, anyone want to compose one?

In the meantime, let me share a history of one of my favourite carols- We three Kings.

The famous American carol We three Kings of Orient are was written in 1857 by Rev. John Henry Hopkins. The minister is reputed to have written the carol We three Kings of Orient are for the General Theological Seminary in New York City as part of their Christmas pageant. The lyrics of We three Kings of Orient are are extremely traditional which makes the latter day fashion of referring to the carol as We 3 Kings of Orient are quite bizarre!

I love the song regardless of it being too traditional to this time and would have shared the lyrics if they were not so long but I was overwhelmed at least look at the last two:

Glorious now behold Him arise
King and God and Sacrifice
Alleluia, Alleluia
Earth to heav'n replies

O Star of wonder, star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to Thy perfect light

So looking forward to Christmas.

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

For your soul and my birthday

I googled up my birth date and do I have some high profile birthday mates!! Check this out-

Christina Aguilera
Katie Holmes
Stone Cold Steve Austin
Brad Pitt
Ray Liotta
Steve Biko
Stephen Spielberg
Keith Richards

etc etc....

So now you know my birth date.


Heard a wonderful song last week and I looked up its lyrics. I got them here, hope they bless you.

When The Tears Fall

I've had questions, without answers
I've known sorrow, I have known pain
but there's one thing, that I'll cling to
You are faithful, Jesus You're true

when hope is lost, I'll call You Saviour
when pain surrounds, I'll call You healer
when silence falls, You'll be the song within my heart

in the lone hour of my sorrow
through the darkest night of my soul
You surround me and sustain me
my defender, forevermore

when hope is lost, I'll call You Saviour
when pain surrounds, I'll call You healer
when silence falls, You'll be the song within my heart

and I will praise You, I will praise You
when the tears fall, still I will sing to You
and I will praise You, Jesus praise You
through the suffering still I will sing

when hope is lost, I'll call You Saviour
when pain surrounds, I'll call You healer
when silence falls, You'll be the song within my heart

oh yes, You are good to me
You've always been good to me
so trustworthy

when hope is lost, I'll call You Saviour
when pain surrounds, I'll call You healer
when silence falls, You'll be the song within my heart

and I will praise You, and I will praise You
when the tears fall, still I will sing to You
(I will sing to You) I will praise You,
Jesus praise You through the suffering
still I will sing

how faithful and true
sustain me through and through
You are hope and truth
You're my spring of living water
You're my spring of living water

in the lone hour of my sorrow

who springs never fail
be faithful and true
like a spring it never fails
you're my spring never fails


Monday, December 08, 2008

Christmas- ish feeling

I have nothing much to say today. However, I would like to thank God for again not turning His back on me. Thank you Father.

It is Christmas time. I am feeling it this time. The love of God. So I have began playing Christmas music and it is so nice. People do not wait for the day itself, play those rhymes now!! It is a season, not a day. So I have been building a ka little play list and it is nice.

Some songs from it are here:

  1. Transiberian Orchestra- O come all ye faithful
  2. Bing Crosby- Do you hear what I hear?
  3. Celtic Woman- Carol of the bells.
  4. Kenny G- We three Kings.

etc etc..

It's wonderful really. I never thought a season would make me feel so good. Also it is almost my birthday so...you know. If you need my address, I can give it on request..so you can send all those nice gifts.

Otherwise, I am loving it.

May God bless this week for all bloggers. Much love.

Friday, December 05, 2008


I never chose to be in the fire, I simply found myself there.
Raging and roaring. Hungry and insatiable.
I find myself in the fire. I did not choose this fire.
Wheezing and coughing. Sweaty and tired.
It makes one change when they go through it, they say.
But does one see change when they are in the fire?
Flame and smoke blur our vision.
The poison and heat deter our reason.
Fire burns around me and I seem to be consumed.
How I need my Saviour, to walk with me through.


Then Nebuchadnezzar lost his temper, and his face turned red with anger at Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego. So he ordered the furnace to be heated seven times hotter than usual.
And he commanded the strongest men in his army to tie the three men up and throw them into the blazing furnace.
So they tied them up, fully dressed---shirts, robes, caps, and all---and threw them into the blazing furnace.
Now because the king had given strict orders for the furnace to be made extremely hot, the flames burned up the guards who took the men to the furnace.
Then Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, still tied up, fell into the heart of the blazing fire.
Suddenly Nebuchadnezzar leaped to his feet in amazement. He asked his officials, "Didn't we tie up three men and throw them into the blazing furnace?" They answered, "Yes, we did, Your Majesty."
"Then why do I see four men walking around in the fire?" he asked. "They are not tied up, and they show no sign of being hurt---and the fourth one looks like an angel."
So Nebuchadnezzar went up to the door of the blazing furnace and called out, "Shadrach! Meshach! Abednego! Servants of the Supreme God! Come out!" And they came out at once.
(Dan 3:19-26)

~Praise God who walks with me in the fire.~

Nice weekend people.

Thursday, December 04, 2008

Waiting for Mr Money.

Money can be such an anxiously awaited guest. You tell your debtors to come over because you know their demands are going to be met. You even invite her home promising soon money will usher you into a marital home. You even tell Antipop that everything is going to be better while you entertain her at Serena hotel. When a debtor has promised money, the wait becomes exciting.

So, the visitors all come. You borrow from the shopkeeper niceties like milk, butter, cake because you know soon you will be able to pay for it all. Not now, but soon. Money said he would be coming at lunch time and guess what, his cousin Interest is also with him. And we all know, Interest always adds to what Money comes with.

So, like I said. The visitors have all come. You serve them some juice. Milk and cake will be for later when Money and Interest are about to go. In fact, you remembered that the neighbour had a good looking bull. You buy on credit; why not? Money is coming. You extend your generosity and invite the whole village. The meat is being roasted.

Just to make sure, you call Money and ask whether he is on his way and he assures you...lunch time, him and Interest will be there. Lunchtime is only ten minutes away.

And then nine minutes, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one...lunch time. You are now waiting for a knock on the day.

Ten past lunch time. Money is not yet here. Must have delayed somewhere. So you wait some more, after all after money comes, are there worries? So you wait.

Half past lunch. By now the visitors are enjoying the barbecue. No one has noticed the absence of Money. You walk to the road and start looking; looking for someone that looks like Money. No sign.

You go back to sit.

Evening time. You prepare the milk and bread for the visitors. They are having the time of their life at your place today. However, you long forgot the pleasure, now you are asking: " Where is money? Did he meet robbers? Did he lie to me? Did? Did? Did!!!

Then the visitors notice the sun is about to set and they need to leave. They want their money but their money is with Money. He has not yet arrived....


Me and my employer need the money.

Wednesday, December 03, 2008


In the beginning was the honor and the honor was with Emi's and the honor was atEmi's Works.

It is an honour to receive this award from Emi's who considers me someone who writes with conviction, and believes I am easy to get along with. It is good to know that what I write is not some bunch of nonsense but that it is considered by many peoples as worth the read. So Emi, I am grateful and thankful because you almost always put a comment on each post I blog. Your longsuffering with my sometimes dry posts keeps me going. Thanks for this award!


Since I have received this, I am told I can pass it on to five people but must fill you in on the rules as well which are:-


* Each Superior Scribbler must in turn pass The Award on to 5(five) most-deserving bloggy Friends.
* Each Superior Scribbler must link to the author & the name of the blog from whom he/she has received The Award.
* Each Superior Scribbler must display The Award on his/her blog, and link to this Post,which explains The Award.
* Each Blogger who wins The Superior Scribbler Award must visit this post and add his/her name to the Mr. Linky List(which I don't know what it is yet). That way, we'll be able to keep up-to-date on everyone who receives This Prestigious Honor!
(oops, copy and pasted).

-Drum Roll Please....

When I had lost my first love for blogging, she brought it back. Even though the circumstances that brought this to be are somewhat not easy to talk about, she is the reason I gained faith in blogging. Not only that, she is too wise for her age, and her sex ...I know all the women are looking at me with contempt---that was a joke!! Oh, she was first my friend before she was my blogger buddy. This for you honey.

Auntie Pop の "Let there be me".

For the humour I so oft need, Auntie I honour you with this award. Notwithstanding your sarcasm and honesty. (I do not know if I am making sense). Naye I have to give her tis award because she deserves it. She is the most hardworking blogger in my opinion and deserves the props!( Remember her onions?) Yeah, and also for being a friend.

Miss Cheri の "Sugar and Spice."

Coz I have a crush on her...hehe and she likes to share socks. Anyhow, I love that she is open in her posts and I sense a sort of pureness in this girl, kind of like the one in virgins. Yes. This award is dedicated to her for her humour, openness, purity and then some.

Solomon King の "2 Weak Dudes."

You inspire me man.

And the final award goes to Lulu の "Where beauty lies".
She has the purity of Miss Cheri but not as wild. I love the frankness and simplicity of her posts and like Emi's said- the poetry is wonderful.

And all of the people at BlogSpirit who read my blog, you are sincerely the reason I became rare at the Multiply Network.

Off to make money and woo Miss...

Monday, December 01, 2008

My weekend

My weekend, although almost plundered by an unwelcome bout of dios (from eating a day old pizza) turned out to be a good one. I had a wedding to attend on Saturday and would be privileged with the company of a most beautiful lady for the reception. Everything should have gone well except for that stomach disruption which took six hours to dissipate.

It began minutes before the service at KPC and I had to dart into the toilets to cause some calm before I would take part in the service. So, after that I witnessed the first ever wedding of a friend. I have been to weddings but this meant more than all I had attended. My friend became a man! He said "I do". I was challenged by the vows. Can I say that to a woman now? To love and to hold...sickness and health, poverty and disease, till death do us part.... banange.. commitment!

Anyway, I got to meet an old churchgoer. She is married to the best man of my friend. These two are young my friends! She got married in May and I bet I am older than her by some... Anyway, it was great seeing her again.

So, the service ends and I decide it would be wise to go for lunch while I wait for 3pm to pick my date and head to the reception. Little did I know, the stomach was still recovering and when I put there matooke and beef, the feeling returned. I do not trust city toilets so I walked back to KPC and eased again.

By now I was frustrated! So I bought a dosage of flagyl and waited for it to take effect while I walked to kiyembe to meet some guys who eventually never turned up. The feeling was persisting so I decided to get back to Kansanga, in the refuge of office and cool off.

The flagyl worked finally and 5:30 I was ready to go.

Embarrassment is when your date calls you when you're running real late. Oba I am beginning to fall for her again..she is quite patient with me. And oh-those eyes and smile, she is lovely really.

So I made it there at few minutes past six; I mean her place. She looked love..BEAUTIFUL. So we set out to the venue but as we proceeded, alas! Her shoe-thingy (someone help me with this word, it eludes me)- strap disengaged. And then she said "Why does this have to happen now!". We were still close to her place and could have walked back but she decided to keep on going.

It would be too far for the walk so we got on a bod-b(God bless the mothers of these guys) and got there in a few. First thing she said (okay, not really the first) was that "The food is over!" Apparently we had come too late for the kimere.

My friend (who is married now) is a man of honour, he declared the reception would start at 3pm and end at 8pm. I thought he was joking.... So, we got there just in time to see the bride and groom cutting cake. And cake was about the only thing we ate there! Plus a soda for the drink.

However it was not a loss because we got to talk with the lovely dame. She has kb and I like that in a woman. I ended up spending the evening with her and my cousin who couldn't back off! For God's sake, couldn't he bring a date. Anyway it was all good because it just made the experience better; she, myself and my cousin- I got to do a lot of listening though, to the both of them.

Apparently I got to spend some extra dimes on her supper because we had missed the kimere and well she had missed kimere by now.

All in all I enjoyed her presence.

Sunday went to Church. Was moved by the testimony of a Living Hope beneficiary. A cell member came to meet her need when she was really doing badly because of the disease-HIV/AIDS. She got better and gave her life to Christ, so did members of her family and now she has living hope.

Then my weekend went into mental pause...till Arsenal beat Chelsea 2-1! Woohoo... Did your weekend rock like mine?


If we do not change our attitude and behaviour towards sex, AIDS shall remain far from over. Behavioural change is the surest way out. Abstinence before marriage and faithfulness when married and above all Christ to strengthen us in our effort.

Yea, we must accept and love those with the disease nonetheless, I am convinced Christ would do the same.