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Vexatiously the stereotype


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There is art and there is science. There is religion and then there is the occult. We have the clever foolish and the stupid treacherous kind. The world as is has given us views of scenery, aesthetic beautiful nature and the absurd even weird (in our biased reasoning). Then there is the plain – true, pure, unadulterated and serene. The approach that we gain over the years given our history and culture, shapes our outlook. We are stitched by threads picked from old, new, rich, poor and annoyingly but creative tones. We are walking montages and present a collage in all we do. We even sometimes portray split characters as situations arise. “Wow! Isn’t she an adorable drummer?” we quip and all along we never knew this as we only saw her as the startup entrepreneur.

The potential within is amazing and unique. It is regrettable that we only live to scratch but the surface of our gifts and talents. The possibilities that lay untapped are annoyingly loud masterpieces that remain silent yet an applause await them. How sarcastic it is to expect the best in people but we are never willing to encourage their feeble start. Albert Einstein was a struggling student. Richard Branson is dyslexic. Jackie Chan struggles with English. Arnold Schwarzenegger was a struggling bodybuilder with small calves. The list of poor starters is as wide as all seas combined and as deep as space. But the progress and finish of many poor starters is astoundingly marvelous. Come out all ye that itch with gifts and talents. Push and assert yourselves!

Fall ye not in the trap of cheap mockery or the disillusionment of self pity. Many overcome barriers and limitations beyond our imaginations. Julius Yego – with no trainer and improvised equipment trained for the Olympics in a village and country that knew nothing about Javelin. Even now my guess is that there are none if any Javelin expert in Kenya!

It is easy to watch from a distance and critic. It is another thing to be blind to the now and focus on the possible future of success and great achievement. Pursue your dreams! Commit and work on it until aches cheer you on! Athletes push themselves harder than their targets. When I was training for the half marathon my coach shocked me to set the target at 40kms. I remember how difficult it was to even do the 21kms when we started. But after painfully pushing my limits I could muster 21kms in 2hrs. Looking back when we started and all I could do (since my waistline was 42inches then) was run for five minutes walk for three minutes. Today I can comfortably run for two hours with very few slow paces in between.

When the target is higher than the focus then all else becomes a breeze. I like what the sub-marine inventors Cornelis Jacobszoon Drebbel (Dutch) and John Philip Holland (Irish) believed and did the unorthodox. In 1620 the late Engineer Drebbel sketches his first sub marine – remember ships had not been storm proofed as today. It must have been ridiculous to onlookers. I can imagine the debacle and damning findings the sprocket of engineers had to dispute the viability of Drebbel’s venture. But he did make the first sub marine vessel. Advancing on this the late John Phillip Holland a ship builder in 1878 designed and fabricated a big submarine and it passed depths unimaginable before. His type 6 design after many years (1880-1900s) of struggle and lobbying was finally accepted by the US Navy and named “Uncle Sam’s Devil of the Deep”. Look beyond the common, push your dream farther than your energy and you will soar in the clouds of greatness with the eagles of achievement.

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Love is the greatest victim of stereotypes. We get in with full abandon then as the swimming gets rigorous we wade to the shallow end. Where our feet are on the pool floor and we can scamper to safety at the slightest alarm. Many want the benefits but are not willing to build the production units that generate them. Build each other up – support his/her ambitions, buy in their toil, like the coach train them into champions. It may mean a push here, a shove there but more encouraging and cajoling gets the job done. I like a female athlete from Kenya whose husband is the coach – I can only imagine the orgasm levels when “they” win as they have so many races!

The society we live in has too many of us that get carried away by mob psychology. We fall into the trap of negative peer pressure and stereotype labels. “Girls are not loyal”; “all men are players”; “there is no honest Kikuyu”; “Luos are lazy”; “Kambas are sly”; “Luhyas are gluttons” among many others. When we are captured in these innuendos we set ourselves into the respite and slavery of mediocrity. Unfortunately, we live up to these stereotypes with chagrin in our secret lives and when politicking. Father in heaven, save us from ourselves – we have sinned and we require mercy and grace more so in the renewal of our minds. We need the divine perspective of unity in purpose. To operate in interdependent harmony as designed by you and as witnessed in all nature. Do not tire on me my love – with you we can do all things and win many races in life. I am sorry for the slow start, mistakes and the losses in between. I love you!!

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Squeaky Clean


Stories are told of old – stories of love, romance and their estrangement. In the court of love, nothing is fair, nothing is trivial and yet everything should be looked at in respect to both parties. The suitor proposes, the betrothed can initially accept only to be swayed by other trappings on the sides. Love is unique and weird at the same time. How do you explain loving someone that you would die for them? Self preservation is the ultimate promise any human being holds. This denotes our DNA.

We do it subconsciously – we lie to save our skin, we choose the best and leave the rest for others, we pray for blessing for ourselves for hours on end yet mumble a line or two for others. We do this to protect ourselves. The selfish motive is to make sure we insulate ourselves against hurt. We get caught up – we set ourselves up in the wake of love. We ignite the fires and it is called upon us to keep the flame alive.

We outdo ourselves in the language of love. We present flowers, chocolates among other gifts even poetry.Unfortunately many leave “the chase” as their love is accepted and matures. I believe “the chase” as it is popularly known can be reinvented to create that challenge required to keep the fire burning. In this I submit to you that both parties require to work in the chase – dress the part, talk the part, walk the part, faith the part and even pray the part. There is an illusion that the man in the relationship should be the one to “chase”. I beg to differ and say it is symbiotic -the roles of give or take are exchangeably reversed for every scenario.

There is no perfection in any human being but we pursue it and progress.   We sharpen one another and together it has been proved a lot more can be achieved. It can never be clean but we can achieve squeaky clean status when we both exert ourselves.

 


Many times we set off to sojourns. We do this spontaneously or plan into detail every step. In the spontaneous runs we adjust, adopt and plan moves in each step. Using our previous experience, new lessons and just being flexible makes this as enjoyable as possible.

The leadership journey starts when we take charge or assume reigns on anything we do. In our individuality we have to stand out on our own. Then we connect with others for no journey is complete without partners. Even when you travel alone – you interact with people along the way that contribute to the whole experience. I am always keen with people – their lessons, their advice, their perspectives, their insights among other things.

My journey to agree to run for Lugari Parliamentary seat has been no different. I have been privileged to meet so many people who have encouraged us in this onslaught. There are those that have sacrificed their time, expertise and finances to campaign for us in their own way. We have a good number of volunteers and others knocking for roles. Of course we have the mishaps and some tough experiences but those are normal to any good sojourn.

We thank God for the upkeep this far; he is truly Ebeneezer. He has provided faithfully in all our needs and favoured us with a large following. For the last run to the elections we are now calling on all people of goodwill for the their prayers and financial support.

When we started the journey we only had faith. Your kind words, prayers, goodwill and support is taking us to greater heights. We believe because you have believed in us. This is a reminder for tomorrows 08/06/2017 dinner at United Kenya Club from 5:30pm . Come and let’s do this and thank you in advance.

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Weak at the knees


There is a feeling that weakens the knees, melts courage and blinds any other focus. I am convinced this intense feeling is the key to bravery and hope. What a paradox that which makes you weak into fondness builds up hope, confidence and courage. Then all of over sudden in the blindness of your feelings you move to convince all and sundry that you found the one!

Many days ago (probably a year has passed) a friend of mine posted on his Facebook page that he had met and fallen in love with one cute girl. In my culture you never take hear say as the truth until such is presented to you first hand; therefore I did not make much out of it but to “like” the status and left it at that.

Any good meal starts from the farm and the nurture of all other ingredients – we watched in silence as we learnt of increased mentions of dates, our friend became “friendly” scarce but this is the natural process of breaking out and cleaving as the scripture advises. We cheered from afar and prayed in goodwill for their well being. It therefore was a joy when the dates turned into court! By the very act of proposing in his romantic scheme on her birthday with a ring to boot. A few weeks later we were invited for the dowry negotiations and plans to travel out of town and witness fell into shape.

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The drive to Voi early morning of 29TH April 2017 was tranquil as the road led us through the fascinating plains of Lukenya, Savannah country of Kibwezi through Tsavo and the rich majestic hills of Taita. A stopover in Voi town to consolidate and team up with our friend’s family was done before we set off for Mwatate. The winding road up the Mgange hill was enchanting. The sobering height elevation and picturesque sights were just divine. The scenery of plush green with dotted trees and canopies was orgasmic to our eyes and spirit. As nature led us to the peak and the climax where clouds kiss the earth as fog and soft showers teased us. It was a glory sight that afternoon to almost be one with nature.

The journey led us to a homely village perched on the hillside almost at the top and to a rapturous welcome of Taita song & dance. The pretty dressed up ladies ululated and harmoniously belted out tunes that could arouse love from deep within!

From the introduction to the negotiations (which were successful glory to God) and the ultimate dance and see off ceremony – we witnessed culture with it’s goodwill and a people proud of their roots. As we set off in the dark, our hearts were at peace and our spirits excited in the flame of love. We had won even though it was only our friend who was “weak in the knees”  and had come out to rally a whole convoy of over 16 vehicles, numerous relatives and over 50 friends to take him to his in-laws. This proves that love is no weakness nor blindness; it is fortitude, gratitude and appreciation. Love definitely conquers all – the long winding road, the plains, the Savannah, the hills, the rain, the community (of family, friends even foes) and “the one”.

As we sat down to reflect the day at Voi Wildlife Lodge the following morning, we were in awe and yes the tone for more fulfilling journeys of love was reinstated.

SUNSET RISING


Sunset Rising:
by Lunani Joseph
The sun is set to rise,
The moon waves good night,
The dark pursues the day,
The sunset is rising –
Cockerels crow as time is marked,
No minute counts as the last light,
Many scamper to finish duties,
The sunset is rising –
Evil parades it’s tools,
The devil scouts for sport,
Who is safe than sorry?
The sunset is rising –
Ambush is planned,
Traps set for the naive,
The ground shakes from sabotage,
The sunset is rising –
No guarantee on security,
Safety is a treacherous walk,
Insanity dwarfs reason,
The sunset is rising –
The strong breeze time away,
The clever sharpen their advantage,
Assuming nothing even the assured,
The sunset is rising –
Wits are outsmarted,
Guts then become a weapon,
No weak heart in a fist fight,
The sunset is rising –
Nothing in the dark remains hidden,
Truth illuminates the facts,
However slow justice stocks up,
Then light springs unto the dark,
No sunset is final,
We rise in faith.

Winning Frozen Moments


Growing up we played many games some were ridiculous and somewhat absurd. There was one that we would play in groups and one would shout freeze or statue! Which meant those within the group should be still in the position they were in. Most of us were caught up in  ludicrous poses which were very uncomfortable. The gist of the game was when the one in play would try tickle or distract the “statues” from their pose. It was hard to keep still when tickles especially with feathers or blades of grass in obvious places. Slowly some of us learnt to ignore the tickles under our feet, around the armpits and other areas. But the areas around the ears, nose and eyes were most ticklish and as such we made rules not to use rouse them in the game.

Last night the Kenya Photography Awards 2016 went down in the Louis Leakey Auditorium at the National Museums Compound. Amazing moments captured and frozen in print were exhibited in different categories. Subjects caught in loudly unorthodox poses beneath endearing natural and creative lighting. The drama depicted in the pieces needed no mention as they sprang at our eyes with every glance.

This should be an inspiration to many to take up photography and pursue it passionately.

 

IMG-20160620-WA0003One of the outstanding moments of the event was when one Iteba Alloys who won under the creative series category.

IMG-20160620-WA0002His series dubbed “the Lantern of Hope” was shot at night with his little brother playing the subject holding a lantern lamp.

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Alloys is truly a creative and as he finished his award acceptance speech – he proposed to his girlfriend! Romance is daring and love’s fire is unnerving and stunts the unimaginable. As we grow older we are safe in what we know and what is sure. When you play “what ifs” they may discourage such a bold move as Alloys did yester night. Much to his delight the girl accepted the proposal. We wish them the very best in their courtship.

A well deserved win and a fiance for Alloys. Captured in time as a wonderful frozen moment. Hongera! to those who won and Baraka! to the many entrants and nominees. I am challenged to participate in the coming year.


Driving in unmarked roads will sure get you stuck between paths and by-ways. The terrain is normally uneven and springs surprises unto even the most discerning driver. There will be twigs to contend with, there will be sand pits that feign stability but give way too easily, there will be a bump that will require wedges to maneuver and a winch if not the tug of strong five or more men.

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Growing up in the village we witnessed many a vehicle get stuck especially during rainy seasons on our murram roads. It never made sense when they called them “all weather roads” – but then again it has a twisted meaning. That they will weather you out in all seasons. During the rains they would be muddy and a sore to motorists and pedestrians. While during the sunny season the vehicles would leave behind a train of smoky wafts of dust and grit to the pedestrians.

It is in the observations of seasoned drivers that I horned skills of getting out of ruts and continue to apply this as my journeys take me through scary ruts in the expanse of this country and beyond. Here are seven pointers to help you get out of ruts:

  1. Get out and scout the ruts

If by chance you never saw the ruts and got in abruptly then you have to stop and take stock. Do not under estimate a rut – small ruts can suck all your energy and still be stuck for hours if not days. Get out scout the area of the rut. Look for the smallest areas of advantage. It could be a strip of a stone or a hint of rock. That could be the much needed break to get you out of the ruts. Life has such and good breaks out of difficult times are often from unlikely sources. Look within and without for that advantage.

  1. Read signs, research routes and seasons

When you are forewarned you are forearmed. Knowing crucial information about a route or a venture from the onset is the best way to beat any eventualities. But then again if you find out that what you know is contrary to what you find on the ground then quickly un-learn, relearn and adapt. Flexibility is what makes the most of adventures and how charming are the stories to share from the experiences.

  1. Get tools and customize equipment or things

We have modern tools like a winch and the like then we have those that you build on site just to get out of ruts. We once got stuck in a small rut in the outskirts of Lugari forest with my wife and we built a raft like thing out of twigs and grass. And when we were almost out and noticed our raft like tool was short she threw in one of the car mats and guess what? We got out – though that action got her right in the pathway of mud as I stepped on the gas.

  1. Call in help early enough

Never assume a rut. Any problem that looks simple for you to solve might get you bogged down. This one time in the company of my wife, daughter and her nanny we set off in our Toyota Hilux double cabin pickup for our upcountry home. We arrived in the rain and the last stretch off the tarmac was muddy as usual. I have used this road for many years and never have I been stuck even in a two wheel drive vehicle. My assumption of driving a four wheel drive got us right in a deep rut. Another assumption of the rut got me revving up and before we knew it, an hour had passed. All this time I had ignored the free help that had availed itself as a small crowd had gathered around about the vehicle. Had I tapped into their help early enough then I would have been out in a jiffy. When I finally humbly asked them to help, those Luhya men about thirteen of them lifted the 4X4 from the rut in under 20minutes. Little did I know that a cane moving tractor had made the rut deeper and no matter how hard I stepped on the gas with the shaft firmly put in the rut I was not making progress but digging deeper. To date my wife remembers those men and how they loosely suggested and lifted the car out. “Si tupepeko hii kari tuitoeko kwa shimo mpaka pale” loosely translated as “Why don’t we lift this car from this rut to that place”. We laughed at their deep Luhya accent. And gasped as well at their demonstration of will and strength.

  1. Innovate and improvise quickly to start making progress however little

Ruts are always treacherous. They feign their looks and can deceive many. In business there are many problems that can rock the firm especially cashflow. When clients show difficulty in paying up; quickly discuss a payment plan with them DO NOT WAIT. However little the progress made reflects on the full amount – take it and review regularly. This also goes for supplier payments. When projected income is not netted as envisaged, go ahead and start a drawdown on the amount you owe them. A rut stretch however treacherous can be conquered in time as you make small movements. Always aim for the next jolt and step forward.

  1. Build up your guts and faith as the help feeds on it

Just like a fire needs kindling so does the help in moving out of a rut stretch. Remember to help them see the outcome you want. Then aim for small forward steps. Applaud them, get to know them in between breaths and call out to them respectfully. Show them how to handle your vehicle if you are particular about marks and dents. Cheer them up and offer your friendship as you never know when again you will meet. I have made good friends around the country from such situations and some have turned out to be very solid bankable relations.

  1. Learn: Listen, Look-up, Link up and move out

Being stuck in the rut slows you down. You can choose to whine on the time lost, dents caused and any other bad thing or create a knowledge base out of it. God has a funny sense of humour and he will use a rut stretch to get your attention. Learn the area of the rut, the people culture, take in the scenery, make friends and most importantly take lessons from the “being stuck” position. When you can draw “the what not to do”, “how to” and “why you do” then you have grown from the stuck position and may never get stuck in similar situations again. Many guys you have been stuck before in ruts – go back and kit their vehicles from the knowledge they gather in different terrains. Such that they are always better prepared when they encounter ruts again.

As we pursue our resolutions this year I pray we will all get out of the rut stretch; in relationships, business even spiritual matters and be well into growing for the better.

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