BEAUTIFY YOUR WORLD

By Zack Omondi

Imagine having a stride along a garden planted with all sorts of beautiful flowers you can ever think of. How sweet is it to the scent of a rose flower right at the tip of your nostril. That’s the beauty of having things beautiful right from the start – very simple.

Vunja mifupa kama bado meno iko is a Kiswahili proverb that means enjoy your youthful days for you only live once. It’s the perfect setting – right here in campus – than any other place where you have the privilege to enjoy the worth pristine gift given to us by our Creator. There is no any other setting where a chance like this will be granted to us to make the rest of our living after our four or five year course in this environment. So go out there and make everything enjoyable because you already have the playground.

Focus on what you have rather than what you don’t have because the how rich we are lies in between our boundaries. What you never had or have will never make you happy until you have it – because all you will be thinking of is worrying about it. There are people that God created specifically to make you happy, same to others who were created to make you stronger. Hang out with your friends, hold a bash (of your kind) with them and yes you are doing it. Have a moment to share your life experiences with them and get to know how life itself is diversified – because that’s the beauty of socialization. Create more friends meanwhile and expand your horizon of thought.

Join a club, movement or association of your choice. Enjoy doing what you like and discover also how talented you are. You will get busy that you even cannot have time to accommodate any opinions that others have substantiate about you. Life is so special that what others think of you will never meet the threshold standards of it, it’s so great that you will keep on growing when all that matters is how great God created us and how unique we are – because we are that special since the day we were born.

Become open-minded as we live by the voice of reason inside us. Try something new each day and for once becoming a little finicky to the composition of life which constitutes its beauty. Realize how worthy you are to make progress every time we have set a goal to achieve – because for us to be successful we have to know how worthy we are first. Go beyond borders and challenge yourself to try something big, make a goal(s) for yourself and strategize on how you are going to work tirelessly to achieve it/them – because its part and parcel of you to becoming great each time you challenge yourself.

Beautify your world because God has already given you all the necessities that you need. Think big, act smart always and appreciate what is around you to make it work. All that matters is to make your world beautiful.

THE ASPECT OF CIVILIZATION

By Zack Omondi

The lives our grandparents lived compared to the current lifestyle today, which do we say agrees to the term civilization? It thrills me with enigma getting into thinking whether our lives today get the credit of civilization or we are simply dwindling in the quagmire of superficial projection.

Civilization as a term embryos a deeper meaning to how an holistic kind of an individual should strive at living – the way the Kenyan Education aims at producing these kind of intellects who are ready to be absorbed by the society hereafter coumerflage with for the positive side of it; talking of the human kind who is driven by the good-will and motive to change, channeling their negative emotions into useful actions. So who is this civilized one?

Not only does it count landing to campus because there are still sums to be solved. How we get molded into all-round individuals who are ready to act rather than placing themselves in centers of controversies – not all about swiping the latest phones in the market, moving the crowd or how we wear that defines how civilized we are, but much deeper per say.

Claiming that we have taken the world into a whole new level when the reality that lags is; we are simply advancing things and innovations is something funny. The aspect of discovery was a tune of the past – the era of our fore-fathers – and it has no connection with truth behind civilization. Calling a spade a spade, we are simply advancing what was already innovated so no candid relation with us being civilized.

How do I wear? How do I reason? What of my nutrition, spirituality, my social perspective? How do I handle my emotions and the credibility of my senses? Does exposing my body to risks of getting cancer through the unhealthy food you stuff in your digestion makes you more civilized? If then my perception exposes me as an introvert, then compare the rate at which cancer is affecting our society today than before. If it seems that as a writer, my agility is so archaic, then why are we crying of corruption in every corner of our society and deadly diseases taking more youths to graves so rapid compared to times back?

I believe that my grandma was much more civilized than me when she accorded life with all the sacred respect it deserves and the thing that always comes to my mind is Yes to abortion sometimes. Jack (parody) my classmate is far much better than his grandpa when he is busy copying during a common course paper and Professor Jesse (not real name) his grandfather never even used a calculator in his 1971 Statistics Paper to acquire his first degree. Frankly, we are actually getting it wrong from the start and further adding insults to injury. We are busy asking Is it right for us? Yet we are forgetting to question Is it morally right or wrong?

ABOUT HUMAN BEING’S HAPPINESS

BY BEDAH OUMA

There are four different levels of human happiness. The first level,

1) Happiness 1, is physical pleasure and possession of material things. Level 1 is all about gaining physical gratification through fulfillment of the five senses. This level of happiness is good. Without taking care of our physical needs, we would die. But human beings can make the mistake of choosing Happiness 1 as their “end” (goal). We can believe that physical pleasure and the possession of material things is the most important thing about life, and is what makes life worth living. If we do this, we quickly become bored. We lose a sense of self-esteem. We feel like we are living beneath ourselves. We are not happy. And when we suffer, we believe that suffering is meaningless.
2) Happiness 2 is ego-gratification. This is the kind of happiness that comes not just from feeling good, but from feeling good about ourselves. We get a boost of ego when we are successful, powerful, in control, admired, popular, or when we win competitions.

This level of happiness is also good. We need to love ourselves before we can give ourselves away in love to others. But human beings can make the mistake of choosing Happiness 2 as their “end.” This will inevitably lead to jealousy, aggression, fear of losing, suspicion, anxiety, ego-sensitivity, and even anger at God when we are not winning. We are not happy. And if our suffering causes us to lose some control or become dependent on others, we begin to think that suffering is useless.

3) Happiness 3 is contribution to others. This is the happiness that comes from making a difference to other people. It’s the joy we get from doing what is right and good. We are happy when we know we have been honest, fair, loving, caring, compassionate, patient, humble, and good. We know that we have helped to make the world better for others.

Happiness 3 is wonderful! But if we make it our “end,” we quickly become frustrated. Human beings want unconditional Love. We want perfect Fairness, absolute Truth, and infinite Goodness. And want these things to exist forever. But the human community is not perfect. We make mistakes. We have limitations. We die. When we see innocent people suffer, we begin to believe that life is cruel.

4)Happiness 4 is faith and participation in the unconditional love of God. It is believing that there is such a thing as perfect, absolute, ultimate, infinite, unconditional, and eternal Truth, Love, Goodness, and Justice. It is learning that these things can only be found in God, and that God loves us so much, that He wants us to be a part of that Love forever. If we truly believe that this is our “telos,” our end, then we know what it means to be human.
A human being is a physical and spiritual being, created by God, whose final goal is to find happiness by accepting the perfectly unconditional love of God for all eternity, and by giving ourselves away in love to others (even when this requires suffering).

THE CONTENT IN YOUR HEAD IS SIMPLY 10%….

BY WILLIAM DEKKER

“We are all business cards and the way we dress is simply how we first introduce ourselves to the world”

We are judged most by how we look, before the content in our head is known. Impression matters before everything.

Conventionally, “manners maketh a man”; in the words of Derek Bbanga, “shoes maketh a man.”

“70% of that first impression is on how you look, or simply how you are dressed; while 20% will be based on how you carry yourself and the rest (10%) will be judged on what you say.” The actual reverse of what majority of us would have always thought; waiting for a chance to speak just to make an impression of who we are.

Assuming you’re attending an interviewer a high profile networking event with VIPs, potential employers; People you find on Business Boards, Interview Panels, Company Top Decision makers or simply individuals concerned with image management.

For an individual like I, who doesn’t fall in that VIP quarter, and my presence here is through the courtesy of some sympathy invitation, all you (I) have to do is to try as much as possible to fit in.

In reference to the above scenario, what would you want the audience to think of you (possibly in three words):

When you get into the venue

When you leave the venue

WHEN YOU ENTER THE VENUE, you have little control on what they should judge as per the content on your head. It is what they see that matters; your dressing, walking and posture will take it all.

WHEN YOU LEAVE THE VENUE.

Hereby means you have had the opportunity to sit somewhere next to someone. Because you are not the main speaker, you haven’t held the mic, so the audience still don’t know the content of your head, neither the deep English accent you possess. Judgment will be based on your acts; how you pulled the chair, how you sat, what posture you took and how comfortable and confident you looked in there.

Thus it brings us to the discussion that “image matters most.” The same concept may more or less be applicable in an interview scenario. How you are dressed and how you carry yourself into an interview room will partially form a pre-judgment on the interviewers’ heads right before they ask you questions. Not bad to say, human beings are judgmental. You’ll know you are dealing with an intelligent person when he’s dressed and has posed as one. When he’s not, there’s a lot to discredit, even if it sounds genuine.

MY CONFESSION

BY ZACK OMONDI

It’s a golden opportunity – saying to my self – when they came in large numbers, a situation that set me into strategies of who is who, and who is to come first. I thought that the world for once would mean mine and I will have owned everything with time. I imagined that the aspect of I, me and myself would work. It was more than just simple ‘hallucinations’.

The Kiswahili proverb that goes, ‘mtaka yote hukosa yote’ was just nowhere in between the boundaries of my imaginations as the only thing I for once thought was ‘the polygamy thing’ which can work this time – Ooh! Poor me, I was fooling myself.

I get an invite for a sumptuous heavy breakfast in a certain hostel in between B and F, proceed to watch a movie (with my friend’s laptop) adjacent to hostel G and the obvious – a popcorn treat after which what she bought from Hijaz supplemented ugali, to call it lunch. Sleep over in one of the hostels adjacent to the fitness centre – just after the supper delicacy. A strategy well planned, isn’t it? And the underlined fact is, no one knew but I, me and myself. What goes around, comes back again.

They saw me as a brilliant young guy who made it to campus some years back before them and a person they would always like to associate themselves with – but the fact might be either I was broke, showing off or desperation: I am not sure of which. I was their crème de la crème, their superman who was always on their rescue when a meal was on the table and when my Id being so powerful than my Ego – hope you know what I mean – required some quick gratification. I am regretting because even for a simple friendship, it would have been much better.

You know Love is nothing, ask Dan Smith – but the nothing is to us means ‘complicated, patient, serious, mature and destined for something big,’ so the best way for us to be safe is to ignore such fallacies and make it as simple as nothing.

The D-day when I realized that niliji-kaanga kwa mafuta yangu mwenyewe is when I accidentally hosted all of them at my small domicile just there in hostel sharing a common footpath with the Students’ Centre. I made life cheap in the first place but it is usually not the case.

Amongst the most precious gifts God gives is one’s Innocence and Dignity, to lose them is nothing more but selling oneself cheap. We live with people of different kinds especially here in campus, accommodating all calibre of individuals that as a person you ought to identify yourself with. They are there, so be careful and wise – the way you spend, you choose friends and also the way you utilize your leisure. As for me, I regret being an agent of destruction and the only advice I will give you is – live smart, happy, free and in Christ because this is campus.”

MY STORY

By Patricia Kombo Mumbua

 

I don’t know how to start,

Because this is not an act

But unforgivable fact

NO!NO!NO! This is not me

I can’t really accept myself

Because am not me

My dignity is ruined’

Shattered and bruised, no love in me

But hatred as I remember;

The incidence, the two cannibals

The two man eaters

Who tore me into pieces?

They took what I treasure,

With great measure,

And with great pressure,

Leaving laughing with pleasure,

As though it was their leisure

Ouch! Stop this,

Yell from the bush,

And with an ambush,

I admitted,

Leaving me in the pool of blood

Leaving me pale just waiting for a rescue

This is not an imagination,

And not a magnification,

But an intimidation,

And a sexual molestation.

I was left ripe .with much guilt

For that was not my wish to lose it

At attender age of 12 years

That’s not the first time

But the sixth time

It’s part of an addiction to me

At first it was my father.

This brutal father I treasured to be a God given dad

Second time was my close cousin

Third was my desk-mate

Fourth was my uncle, fifth a matatu conductor

Sixth are these cannibals

Why always me and not the rest?

Why always me the girl child?

After hospitalization, I was found anemic

After losing a lot of blood

On my second test am diseased

With two risky diseases

HIV/AIDS and gonorrhea

Why always me the girl child

Am just waiting for a celebration,

My burial ceremony

Am looking at the coffin

Watching the soil running deep

Flowers growing bright

Because all will be used on that day

Don’t cry or sympathize

You should cry for your children

And for the next generation

For me, fate has assured me of only 12 years

Oh! Fire! Fire! burning in my spirit

Deep in my soul

Let me chant a prayer

So that I may go to heaven

With great earnestness

Let me say my farewell wishes

Please this generation