Yesterday, today and tomorrow -the stormy terrain that rides hope. Yesterday is indeed a long time in memory banks that can dig trenches deep down in our silent past- shabby or polished as it were. The journal of missed chances eroded by wrong choices and salted by no choices at all – that,s the life we all lead, whether esteemed or debased we all expect a better tomorrow full of life’s vigor. A myriad inequalities to swim through in this life, the unexpected turns and twists that leave us blind, shaken and vulnerable, yet the hope that tomorrow will surely come forth is ever valid and alive. Today is the conjecture that unites us unobtrusively to tomorrow’s hopes, and dreams that hold our grains in a delicate web.
Better or worse the dream lives on ready for the new challenges clouding our progress on a daily basis.
SOMETHING INSIDE SO STRONG – Kenny Rogers
“Something inside so strong . . . The further you take my rights away;the faster i will run. . ” so goes the song i sing every-time the tide turns high and the currents become unbearably unpredictable !!
But behold a new dawn rises with wings of healing and the forgotten barren lands will reek with joy and peaceful abundance .
Today will mark the end to the sufferance that has always prowled near, as people from unknown lands will come to your defense, for he, The Lord God will send a people that you knew nothing about to serve you.
Behold the dawn arises and with it hope for tomorrow and beyond.
You think you have grown grey hair and qualified to be much wiser like an old sage, but you have to lean closer to learn further simpler truths for “simple is king”-so they say!
Yesterday at the ‘Grao’
In life is a thousand alleys to cross and each step of the way leads us either far away from the people we love or closer to their warm embraces that lightens the hearts countenance.
In other occasions you stop and watch as life flows in different forms. Yesterday evening was well spent at the far end of the slum, past ‘mabatini’ as we call it here to mean iron-sheet houses or structures, in a large enough opening the size of a football pitch, its the ‘grao‘ in our localized dialect meaning playground. This space survived miraculously two years back when the clamor for housing units was at its peak
and every available inch of free space was furiously converted into housing units.
The play ground barely survived a second time as many folks we busy extracting soil to use in raising the foundations of the already standing structures only this time it almost became unusable and a major health and environmental hazard for the inhabitants of Kiambiu slums, mostly younger children roaming around in the absence of their parents. The deep gullies looked much like a mining zone and when the rains came and the gullies were all filled with water, with garbage dumped right inside the stretch and the chemistry became explosive with putrid smelly gases polluting the environment- the play ground was slowly choking away.
Thanks to Nairobi country government, the ‘grao’ is picking up a gain this time after lorry loads of sand were brought and poured here to cover the gullies, at-least the youths teams practicing and playing football here can now put a smile on their faces as they kick and follow the mad ball around in continuous circles. That’s where i was with my niece Erick , 16′ who is on holiday after they closed school two weeks ago. ‘it is much colder here as compared to our school environment’ he says. So how do you cope with the cold, i ask, ‘every other evening i come here, play football with my friends for 30minutes after which i rush back straight to shower, it’s the only way to beat the cold otherwise you end up not bathing..’ i agree for after the session i feel much warmer now.
For now the play ground lives on and continues to host Kiambiu youth football club-the home team. It will continue hosting several political meetings that are held here every time the push for votes come calling and the younger children can now run about without the danger of drowning or suffocating in dangerous garbage fumes.
One can only hope that funds will be availed to construct it into a better recreation facility some day.
How a Forgotten People Renewed my Hope in the Gospel.
Where the River Runs: How a Forgotten People Renewed my Hope in the Gospel.
Author In this moving book authored by Kelly Minter and published by David C. Cook, released only recently, August 1st 2014, with 256 pages.
Kelly takes a life changing journey to the forgotten poor people living deep in the amazon jungle. This book confronts you with the reality of God’s presence, the only ingredient that really matters in the journey of life, as the soul will continuously search to find and be at peace with its maker, God.
Understanding the Gospel
How well do you understand the gospel and does your understanding leave you in a complacent mode of inactivity or does it lead further forward in your walk with Jesus to the point of selflessly posing for directions from the master ‘Lord what would you want me do?’
Encounter with people
Get the book and discover how an encounter with people of the amazon ultimately changed her perception of the gospel.
ARE YOU IN CONTROL?
Hope runs published by Revell and released on April 15, 2014 has 208 pages and is co-authored by Claire Diaz-Ortiz and Samuel Ikua.
Once i had someone say ‘I have my calender all stuffed up’- is that for real i ask?
Hope runs, this book features three twists tactfully interwoven in it’s plotting scheme of happenstances that revolves around two distinct people from two distinct geographical locations further apart- America and Kenya, two worlds with in-between distance to churn but that is the set up this interesting book- hope runs, offers its readership.
Behind the movie scenes are the cast, the camera and the tapes rolling at the tap of a button but first is the check list of initial to-do list to follow through. The scenario is none different while planning an outing, a family reunion or just hosting friends or better still planning a major international trip like touring a foreign country.
An American tourist takes to the skies and as the filled calender indicates, lands safely in the Kenyan soil to climb the mountains but just how meticulous are the plans? Read the book to find out for yourself.
Down in the valley of life and circumstances lies a poor orphaned Kenyan boy ready to partake a journey of redemption slowly unfolding before him through providence but not yet revealed …
Hope runs, read the book and discover for yourself whether your calendar is actually full! an experience many slum children would wish to come true, if only hope could run their way.