Thursday, 11 June 2015
Once upon a time, in the village of Kabaka, there was a young girl who went by the name Maliki. In all her days she was one of the most incredible and humble girl from the Kingdom of Buganda. When I met Maliki I was full of admiration and cognisant of the fact that her impeccable knowledge and articulate expression of the same defeated the ambience of an entire town hall. If you stepped in a room and found her addressing a gathering of eminent people you will never be far from the truth to believe that she was the commander in chief of the greatest air platoon, of the Delta Force.
A few minutes conversation with Maliki dealt a heavy punch to my senses as I immediately was aware of her consequential presence. She would go ahead to capture not only my imagination but also my entire nervous system. Her thoughts would arrest my muscles as I never thought of moving away from her engaging styles of conversing. Maliki appears to be the promised princess to the ruler of nations; her beauty is incomparable to none. She hails from the greatest porter, creator of all humanity.
Another of Maliki’s strength is her ability to cook. Rumour has it that she’s the best cook in the Kingdom. Her meals seem to turn every tongue into a follower of the flavoured dishes, all teeth into soldiers in battle, every stomach to a keeper of the harvest and every person as the slave to a master’s command. Her meals are made of the best ingredients composed of love, kindness, gratefulness, humility, joy, and the wisdom of a serpent, thoughtfully crafted by one of the most intelligent brains, then cooked by one of the brightest smile, stirred by the strongest but tender hands, and stored in the spacious and well-rounded heart. Nothing comes close to eating such a meal. Kings and Princes, Presidents and Governors, Dignitaries and Diplomats, CEOs and Managers have all made dangerous and sometimes costly trips just to taste Maliki’s delicious meals prepared from her pot.
Despite all, this young lady is blessed with moves, swift like a cheetah, charming like the beautiful peacock, enticing like Delilah’s charm and entertaining like King David’s praises. She’s the queen of dance, the princess of Salsa, the floor plays to her tune, the audience to her smile. What more can I say, I have seen, continue to see and hope to experience Maliki’s impeccable leadership and positive influence across the seas, in the far continents.
As you celebrate your womanhood, my wishes are that you will continue to Maliki, the Princes of Buganda. You will continue to draw Kings and Princes, Presidents and Governors, Dignitaries and Diplomats, CEOs and Managers from all over the world to eat from your pot of wisdom, to dance to the tune of your music and to bring happiness to the souls of the people of God. Let nothing stop you, let no one tell you that you can’t, let your heart not grow fonder for your star shines brighter, your fate is imminent, and your destiny is unfolding.
They say the beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, I say that should be Maliki,
They say the beautiful once are not yet born, I ask why I have met Maliki,
They say blessed as the poor in spirit, I tell them wait until they’ve met Maliki,
They say an apple a day keeps the doctor away, I tell them instead to visit Maliki,
They say the well is from an ever flowing rock, I say so is the Love from Maliki,
They say distance makes the heart grow fonder, I say wait until you give it to Maliki,
They said perhaps I was drunk from the wine at Galilee, I say because it was given by Maliki,.
They say…………………………………………………….., I say perhaps they should meet Maliki.
How else can I thank my papa, for finally allowing me to meet my Maliki. Perhaps my dreams were born, of the sleep that tormented my nights. I seek your face deep within the valleys of life. I know I’m close, closer than my steps would get to the well. One day I know, my thirst will be quenched. Nothing will deter my determined spirit, lest I abandon the mission that prevails. Enjoy your days My Maliki.
(c) William Murithi
Friday, 6 March 2015
Don’t get me wrong; there is nothing bad about foolish comedy. The kind each one of us confuse for “dry comedy” or “poor sense of humor”. One thing I have realized is that life is too funny to live through it and not get a laugh out of it. Why do we not see the funny side of life whilst we are still alive? I mean today you will meet people too serious on their work that they really seem amusing. For instance, some people wake up and prepare to go to work knowing very well that their normal route always has traffic. However, as they leave their houses they expect not to find any traffic. Is this not funny, I mean, when they hit the road and find traffic do you get angry or simply laugh at your earlier thoughts?
Recently, I read a story of two mice, Scurry and Sniff and two little people, Hem and Haw. After I had soaked my eyes after reading the pages of the book in my palms, I couldn't help but wonder. Then in a flash my memory clicked, I had surely come across this story somewhere. It took me quite a while to figure out that sometime back I had watched a cartoon on this very topic, “Who Moved my Cheese?” I could not hold back as I let a big smile cover my face, laughing at the thought of how short my memory could be. If you are reading this and you still aren't smiling, then you probably have never watched nor read the book. But again, if you are reading this after watching it and you still don’t think it’s funny, you are possibly taking life too seriously.
The whole story is about change and how some of us take time before we realize that it’s too late or things have changed. However, the writer wittingly delves into the lives of mice and people to illustrate the concept of change. For a moment he made me think that mice are much cleverer than humans. Only to realize that the very intelligence we have can sometimes be our downfall.
After Haw, the better of the two little people, realized how funny it sounded as they sat waiting for their “Cheese” to be brought back. He was compelled, perhaps, by his inner voice to take action or he would finally make a fool of himself. The thought of laughing at oneself really sounds insane. Many people will probably even think you are insane or you are going down that road soon. How many people find themselves or their life funny? Or how many can laugh at their own jokes without being seen to be weird?
Living in today’s world comes with its own challenges from working long shifts to pay bills, to writing assignments to meet deadlines, to hopping on the train to visit friends. Everything sounds like really hard work. One of the story’s lessons is to laugh at yourself, as this is the most effective way to motivate yourself to change.
As you go through your life, make fun of yourself; find things to laugh about in your life. By doing this, dancing in the rain when you know you will be soaked in water makes more sense than scurrying off to the nearest shelter when it starts to rain, while you risk breaking your limbs.
Hopefully, I have convinced you why life need not be too serious, and that once in a while you should make fun of yourself or even try out comedy. But if you can’t laugh at your jokes, attend comedy gigs and laugh as comedians make fun of you all day and night. Then take the comedy too seriously and make changes so that your life is even funnier. (By this phrase, I mean when you go to the comedy show you will have a good laugh even if comedians make fun of you, if you can laugh at a comedian making fun of your issues (e.g. weight issues, ignorance, look, beliefs etc.) then surely you can take his/her jokes seriously and make your life funnier (means better than before), thus by Laughing at yourself it will motivate you to make changes in life, thus improve your life.