An Open Letter to My Mystery Lover

“Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it” –Rabindranath Tagore

Pen and paper on my desk. I am staring into thin microfilm set on the screen. My mind has wondered for a while. Where do I start? How do I even start? Though, I have never seen you in person. But through our conversations it feels like I have known you forever. I think I know you. I have grown from liking your voice to missing you. I can only imagine how it would feel. To see you, touch you, pinch your nose and tell you "YOU MUST KNOW PEOPLE." Just four words in my mouth right now "I KEEP MY PROMISES". A quick affirmation, as I make a mental note. Yes, I will……Keep my Promises……….. 

As I sit curled on the couch, with my calm demeanour, not knowingly ignoring my surroundings. I stare at the moving images on the screen. A big sigh, then I reach out with my long triangular shaped fingers. They reach out to caress your dimpled cheeks, like if you are standing next to me. I am lost in my thoughts, from deep within. With a smile on my face, I acknowledge the beautiful works of Abba Father. Seems he took ages to conceptualize your intricate beauty. Your face speaks volumes of the mason's craftiness. His value on his works is beyond reprieve. As usual “Perfect in your imperfections” just as John Legend  would have put it. I can’t help but notice the gorgeous pair of eyes staring at me. Whoever coined the phrase “Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder” might have had you in mind. Your nose sits flattering beyond the borough of your boundary cheek bones. A big sigh, then I make a mental note. I’d love to see your eyes when you blush………..lashes in synchronized movement, up to down strokes.

Nothing is of distraction like the tone of my ringing phone. I look up with anticipation. Reach out for it and a smile engulfs my gloomy face. How I have longed for your call. Just to hear your voice. For a reason beyond my knowledge, not even I could imagine. The thrill of speaking to you, as minute after minute passes by without a damn worry. As we share our day’s escapades, our small talk, life’s secrets and the witty use of another’s words. How did we get here? It feels like I have known you all my life. Goodness, did I just tell you that. Ooooops, how you

read my face, even from a distance amazes me to this day. It makes me want to run, run like Kipchoge, who has seen the golden necklace half a marathon away. Run like a hungry cheetah that knows it has to get only one meal before it dies. Just to grab you by your armpits, toss you in the air as I await your triumphant return to my long mob-shaped arms. I tremble with desire, that’s shocking my body’s strong resilience. I succumb to my heart’s ignorant love. That bites like a 20 year old crocodile. I can’t help but node to my thoughts, I make a mental note. I have to make all funny faces when I see you……………

“A quick walk to the poolside will salvage my weary loneliness” so I think. Or maybe might even take a swim, to chill my already warmed up spine. Just to distract my mind, and focus on the grind.  As I stroll lazily by the pool, I can’t help but imagine you seated by the pool side. As you catch up with the sweet rays from the sun above. Your multi-coloured (I mean purple-greenish brown) swim suit glued to your curvaceous body like your skin. Pampered with natural oils, your skin is a blinding sight. You seem to have come from a ripe corn bean. However, the sight of a grasshopper scares the hell out of your comfy zone. This, allows me to catch a gratifying look at the specs of your well-toned torso from the side. I drool, as your posterior dimensions could entice the sleeping Medina out of his slanderous ambitions. Without hesitation I make a mental note to self. Next time I need to carry a 100 megapixels Canon camera, to capture moments that take my breath away…………

A tear slides down the already dry cheek bone. A sign that hurriedly blends with the incredible emotions deep-rooted in the annals of my veins gives way. Without hesitation, I reach out to your heart. If only you could accept my proposal, If only you’d be mine. Nothing would make me happier than to wake up next to you. “How long will you love me?”  (I hear your voice from a far). “As long as the stars are above you, as long as I can, as long as I breathe, I will love you” Ellie Goulding . Not long to go, before I hear a thunder followed by a brightening light. For a while, I stood my fists covering my eyes, as fear engulfed my palms. What has just happened? Did I see an angel? As I pondered my experiences I could not help but make a mental note. From now henceforth, I will call you my Angel, Angel, from above the skies………..

As for now I keep my mind looking, my eyes listening and my ears open. As I await to spot that cute smile, that beautiful face somewhere amidst the crowd. I know my heart races, my mind keeps imaging, and my fingers twinkle. All with anticipation to feel, to imagine, and to touch your outbound evidenced body. But again, patience is a virtue that waits without complaint. Waits with a boundless smile, ready in anticipation years down the while. I trust in God, the author of the "STORY OF MY LIFE", the Alfa and Omega. To know what He has in store for me. For now, I take a pen and paper. I want to scribble and draw your face. Just to be sure of what to say just in case. I see you one of these fine days. I can’t help but be amused, by our continued embellished jellying with quiet a loving tone. I'm in awe of your sweet toned laughter. That not only feels my heart with joy, but also leaves my mind with forestalled anxiety. As for now, I can’t help but make a mental note. I need to make a call and set up that much anticipated date…………….check your phone in case you missed my call.

©William Murithi 2014

DO YOU SELL FISH OR YOU ARE ACTUALLY SELFISH?

Picture a fish-monger in a marketplace full of raw fish, whether fresh or rotten? Do you smell the odor? Worse still, they go through their duties cutting through the intestines without a slight care of the scent emanating from this delicacy. Sometimes, I wonder whether those who maraud as fish-eaters really understand the procedure to getting it on the table. Even after eating their whole tilapia and licking their fingers all through, finally realize their fingers are smelly. Come on, a fish-monger has done the dirty work, why are you so hysterical. Anyway it’s simple, they are in the business of SELLING FISH, while you, you eating that fish, you are SELFISH. Indeed, this is proven beyond reasonable doubt, never been to the lake but complain when you see the price of tilapia on the menu. Never bisected a fish, but still complain when the tail is missing.

Sometimes I wonder is it that I'm that selfish, have I really been generous with myself? My

heart? My thoughts, My resources? A quick flash back and boooooom, reality checks in. A myriad of emotions flow, almost a tear falls down my cheek (Not that am that emotional). What could I have done better? Did it really necessitate that reaction, what was I supposed to do? As I seat and ask these sticky questions, I realize that some moments have really made me a selfish being. However, there are other experiences that have revealed my generous side. Once and for all, I feel it’s time to set the record straight. All around me nowadays I see, smell, taste, hear and touch selfishness? Are we selfish beings by nature? Are we taught to be selfish? Do we become selfish by design? What really makes us selfish? see Top acts of Selfishness here.

Now, allow me to delve into the root of this menace. Growing up as a kid was the best experience of my life. Imagine waking up and looking forward to what the day had to offer. Without a damn care of what’s happening to the world. Always, ecstatic to rush to school with your lunch box exerting weight on your back in addition to the books that followed you like your shadow. Man, nothing really was essential than meeting the hood kids in the evening and getting down to a game of soccer or watching 4 o’clock cartoon…..Johny Bravo, Donald duck, Flinstones, Scoooby Doooby Dooooooo. I mean, in the whole world we cared for nothing but friends, family and of course our enemies too. Remember those friendship breakups that lasted minutes or days, long enough till your proclaimed enemy acquired the latest model of bicycle, BMX? Then all the accumulated anger just disappeared without a trace? Remember, the first time your scolding neighbor’s dad or better still your dad walked in carrying a 14 inch colored TV set? Or the day your worst enemy acquired a PlayStation?   As I remember in my childhood, enmity never lasted past a certain limit. There were always reconciliatory opportunities that went beyond the adult’s own sense of understanding.

However, this was the order of the day from January till November. Then the month of
December came with all its intrigues and some unforeseen humiliation not forgetting the adrenalin rush that culminated to a big bash on Christmas Eve or a trip upcountry. I remember very well that we always looked forward to getting new stuff, clothing, shoes, presents, I mean everything that went with the Christmas celebrations apart from seeing a real Father Christmas (the one with a flying chariot dropping presents over the chimney).But I wonder how many houses had a chimney then, this would have been a blander if he was to drop by.  If I can clearly remember every kid in the estate or should I say those lucky enough to have caring parents would run their mouths to spread the gospel of their new possessions, mostly right immediately an argument unfolded. They would narrate how their mum or dad had showered them with all the niceties as well as the overzealous promises that were on their way to fruition either from their parents, uncles, unties or in exception cases their maid’s sneaky boyfriend (Had to bring this up).

Needless to say, some of these arguments were unwarranted for just some way to show off. I mean even our parents played the game. Why would our parents work their sweat throughout the year to make sure their kids had the best designs, toys or holiday get away, while you ate chicken or chapos utmost twice a year? I bet you, this was a supremacy battle between our parents. They wanted to show off, I am sure if a parent wanted to find out what went on in their neighbor’s house they’d easily involve their kid in a chit chat. This was actually manifested by the rate at which the so called Greatwall black &white TVs disappeared in the estate. In a matter of months most households had a Color TV in their sitting room tucked in a wall unit. If I’d actually give a marketing advice to the Digital Migration team, STOP COURT BATTLES, USE KIDS TO SPREAD THE DIGITAL MIGRATION IN THE ESTATE THROUGH A COMMERCIAL. I think kids are more effective marketers for products, I mean how much stuff do kids make their parents buy from the supermarket, and they even know the best brands more than their parents who just look at the cheapest option.

Our parent’s rivalry didn’t actually stop there. It was extended to the family; hence sibling rivalry became order of the day. I mean, if you happen to be the first born in a family of more than four siblings you will understand. There was no notice to stop celebrating your birthday, nor getting a Christmas outfit just after your 11^th birthday, if you were lucky to have had that so many. All over a sudden your younger siblings would incidentally attract all the attention. Whatever, they said or did was the gospel truth and actions were never questioned. In fact, you suffered the consequences for not been there to look after your younger siblings. Mind you, at this age something was naturally happening to your slender, less built body. Be it your croaking voice, bulging shoulders, or chest, your growing forest in the middle of no terrain. I mean it was like if the world and its inhabitants had colluded to clobber you with embarrassment. 

Remember the many nights you’d pretend to be asleep while actually you were planning how to commit a treacherous crime the next day. How many times you actually planned on disappearing from the face of the earth without a trace. Just because you had actually broke a glass, torn your uniform or accidentally lost money you were sent to buy oil or bread. All because your friends’ game was too attractive to just pass-by. GFF, the 80's and 90's were so much fun to grow in. 

However, with or without their knowledge our parents had really inculcated some selfishness in our arteries and young brains. It really didn’t take much effort, because their actions either translated into competition among siblings or with the hood kids on what your parents could afford or not. Nothing went unnoticed even the slightest additions to the flower gardens that sometimes were covered with cactus and grass. Needless to say, shifting to an upmarket estate felt like taking a chartered plane to the USA or England. This would be the talk of every kid notwithstanding their interest.

Why did I narrate all this? Why have I wasted my time in scribbling such a long narrative that will only be read halfway or first and last paragraph if am lucky. Anyway no matter the situation, the truth is all that’s happening today is as a result of these outrageous nonetheless innocent actions by our “loving parents”. The world today is full of competitive individuals seeking to outlive or outdo each other. Look at the statistics, the number of nonperforming loans taken from the banks. The hefty mortgages to buy that home better than your childhood

estate mate or friend. The rushed decisions to take your child to an international school at the age of 4 years to prove your status. The many broken marriages with estranged wives or husbands that are consumed by bitterness.  Is this a coincidence? Does it stem from somewhere? I mean in some families see the court cases filed to dispossess others from their rightful or otherwise acquired inheritance. Look at the many witchdoctors’ advertisements cropping all over the place. Look at the unexplained if not ridiculous kidnappings involving lovers, families and relatives.

Where did we go wrong? What happened to the society? I mean our girls and women are stealing our dads from their wives, our fathers are flying all over the place with girls their daughters’ age, or their best friend’s wives? All the young men losing their virginity, to women their grannies or mothers’ age, all in the name of paper making, or chasing windward dreams to a land of “Opportunities.”

What has befallen our people is it really worth the hustles, bustles or even that pain from

realizing the losses. When did we become this selfish? Is it in our blood lines, our genes, or just carried over from our parents? I have come to appreciate one thing, though sometimes we have to be selfish to accomplish some goals in life, also being selfless can make one prosper. But for heaven’s sake where does one draw the line? How should we differentiate between the two? Have we lost it with a silly act of innocence? Can we unlearn our acquired selfishness and be objective towards our lives. Has life given us so many lemons until we forgot what an orange tasted like?  

As I end this, I still am faced with lots of unanswered questions? Is selfishness a good thing, Is it worth it? God, help me to see beyond my selfishness, enable me to steer away from my individualistic bargain and be inclusive, considerate, and generous. As you saw the widow who gave her whole or the time you fed thousands with five loaves and two fish of bread. That’s what I want to be, give my whole and when I have food and am hungry, always think about the thousands more who are hungry. I want to be selfless not selfish. 

“ I believe It’s the rut we are in that blinds us from living an objective Life, Live your life and not other people’s lives, Judge your actions based on your set goals, not other people's achievements, and cut your coat according to your size, not your EGO" William Murithi

© William Murithi 2014

-My One and Only-

A minute spent away from you, seems like walking barefoot a mile,

A thought about you, always runs my lips with a beautiful smile,
And the feelings I have for you, are stronger than bile,

Yes this is all about you, my one and only, my one and only smile.

From when I set my eyes on you, I realised the true meaning of love,

I always imagined that if you, had wings, you'd be the prettiest dove,

Just the way you are truly made for you, makes me want to groove, 

Yes, this is all about you, my one and only, my one and only love.

Before I make my feelings known to you, I will first kneel and pray,
I will know that it is you, from what my Papa from above will say,

After I will forever be close to you, from dawn to the earliest sun ray,

Yes, this is all about you, my one and only, my one and only ray.

Deep down my heart it's all about you, you make me weak deep within,
I always find myself daydreaming about you, that I have grown thin,

Nothing steals my heart from you, nor will it bring goosebumps on my skin,
Yes, this is all about you, my one and only, my one and only deep within.

Written by William Murithi © 2014

To All Men:

While going through my FB wall. I came across a friend's post. One that instantly caught my attention without much effort. It was titled "To All Me:". Woooow. Short and clear. No hidden message let alone misguided attention. Quickly as a matter of affirmation, no acclamation. I clicked and read. This really spewed some deep thought with emotional connection. Come one I couldn't help but scrutinize every line penned down. Oooooh , what an emotional madness it was. But couldn't agree more. Men need to man-up. Not only be quick to donate or is it put some spermatozoa to waste but also incarcerate  their braincells in the process. 

Men, am sorry but have to share this with you. I have seen more likes from the women. Though I wonder. Where is one to the Ladies. I joke, I need to pen one down. Yes, sought of like share my perspective. Really, a woman would think. But I quickly say, Men are also human. Time to share my 'Two Sense'. If you thought its only famine damn you, if with muscles this big, we have a heart that longs for love. Please, save me the bashing for later. You might run yourself dry before its time. 

Here is the long awaited message to "All the Men" You heard me right. Men, get some hankie. 

1. Before you start a relationship with a lady, you must think carefully

about what you are about to do. A relationship is not something you

should rush into or handle lightly.

2.Are you ready for a relationship with her? Are you emotionally,

mentally and spiritually mature to meet her needs?

3. Being sexually attracted to her means absolutely nothing. It isn’t a

sign of likeness, love or any other thing your mind may come up
with. It may just be your hormones messing with your mind. A
woman is more than her body and her sexuality. She has a life which
you should be able to blend with. Can you do that?

4. This lady has a history. Can you handle it? She has a past. Can
you handle it? Can you handle her mistakes, failures and
weaknesses? Can you handle her dreams without being intimidated
and becoming jealous?

5. She already had a life before she met you. Can you fit into and
help improve her life?

6. Love is commitment. Are you ready to commit your life to helping
her grow and become all that she can be, by God’s grace?

7. Is she valuable enough for you to devote a large portion of your
life towards the accomplishment of HER dream? Are you ready to
pour your resources into making her all the Lord plans for her to be?
If you are not ready, don’t just bother.

8. Before you open your mouth to say ‘I love you’, ask yourself if this
is not just a moment of ‘emotional madness’. A lady needs much
more than ‘I love you’. She needs your commitment. If you are not
ready to make that commitment that will lead to marriage, please
leave her alone in peace and stop wasting her.

That said and done. Do your best. Just don't be a beast. 

Is It Done or Mr MeH, stands a Chance?

Seen the difference? 

I remember it was this one morning, walked from the house (long stretch to the stage) oozing with life. Ready to go, ready to face the day, the sun was shining. Bright rays nothing to hide. Far from sight, distant of thought. I never wanted to digress, but stick to a pointless blame of thoughtfulness for a critical mind. Engage or disengage, impress or digress. At some point thought I’d whistle, maybe hum to the birds’ tunes. The crickets’ are slumber.  Felt like a demigod high above my normal temperament. A day full of promises, pregnant with grace if not favour.  I can’t ask for more, for I know we are all the same in God’s own eyes. Truth be told, lest you were born not of a woman but of a lethargy baboon.

Now, allow me back to my walk. As I approached the stage, a quick note to the brain. Don’t be quick to hustle. Check the metro muscle before you run for the kill. As in, previous day, a tout, well known to me, or not even known at all. One half of a pair of a Siamese twin. One I’d call a day robber who duped me a 20 shilling coin. If my memory serves me right, two days ago I remembered as I boarded the metro my fare was 80 shillings but on alighting, it had sky-rocketed to 100 shilling…… a 25% increase in that 30 minutes ride. Hell NO, should I have blamed this on the economy as in Serikali (Government). I wonder what had changed. Not even a mellow dramatic moment befitted the naval navigation of hatred in my head. I say never to burst out of a nervous breakdown. But I quenched my thirst with my own saliva. I am too furious but this time well-handled from within. Once bitten twice clever. But anyway I got on with my stupid thoughts.

From a distant a face, very familiar approached. Well, very eager to digress from my horizon like a flash of lightning, without much of an apology to make. Behind the metro it disappeared but indeed reappeared from the rear of the metro. Isn't that Mr. MeH, a thought to self? Is he going my direction? Do I say hi? For a minute I was gazed to the direction without a quick discern as to what was happening. Good lord, I thought. My mind with disgust or is it pain from deep within.

Mr. MeH, has kept locks nice colour and well kempt, though he wore a cap, which only left the posterior of the browned chocolate locks hanging.  To my amusement, Mr. MeH wasn't a passenger like me but rather a crew. Really, his adrenaline was lighting up,put into good use, is it? Bang Bang Bang, beba beba beba……. I heard the shrieking voice shout out to the passengers standing by. Oooooooh No, I couldn't help but feel disappointed. A huge bump of saliva swirled high like a tornado flashed down my already drying trachea. I couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing neither what my ears heard. What Mr. MeH is a tout?

Why is he a tout?  What happened? Did he finish university? Quick thought flourished through my oxygen starving brain.

Many will wonder why I was so bitter concerning Mr. MeH. Not because I Loathe touts but honestly, not him. It kills me to say this but I have to say it.

Back in high school during my time, Mr. MeH was a hero, man this guy was a champion. Not only for me but also for my peers as well. Mr. MeH had joined form one with the highest marks garnering an average of 90% in his overall grade. That translates to 450/500 or 630/700 if I could remember well. This ensured he was the best student to have joined my High school. Yes, am that old I know……. This was quite impressive, though never conclusive. Did I just see a Ghost? 

I was very disappointed. Honestly, what happened between high school and now? Did he lose focus? Is our education system rotten? I mean he should be a pilot? Doctor? Engineer? Or whatever he chose to do for all I could care. But above all that, why is he a tout? I have not conclusively come up with an answer to this. I have always maintained am not and will never be judgemental. I don’t want to appear like if Judging Mr. MeH. But for heaven’s sake what really happened? I would like to hear what he’d have to say, more of hear his side of the story. Before I could make my own conclusions I’d love to walk in his pair of shoes for a mile if not five miles.

Obviously, I can’t blame our education system. I refuse to be of that school of thought. First, I have read, heard and seen some of my former high school mates become pilots, engineers, doctors, architects, IT specialist I mean I have heard and seen them make it. Second, everyone stands a second chance no matter your last achievements, or should I say (D)-isappointment or (E)-mbarrassments or (F)-ailures. I mean we can make a choice. Then I think, Is it his parents doing? Our society? Or simply the choices he has made so far?

Ladies and gentlemen, to be honest, my heart is full of resentment. I felt cheated, as I admired and even respected Mr. MeH, back then. I really was privileged and humbled to have stepped in the same class with such a genius. I mean this people whose names appear in the newspapers got some bragging rights. But fast forward I can’t comprehend what has happened. I wallow in my stupendous thoughts as I try to wrap my mind on the possible cause of this mess.

Now, my readers allow me to continue with my metro ride. I mean I have to go run some errands for me to bring back some butter. So disgusting was my ride right. But truly speaking so humbling was this experience. I see it as a call to action. Always, to do my best and make a difference in everyone I come across, even you. As in God has really been faithful. Although I didn't scope the best marks then, I couldn't be more satisfied with what I got. As , could it be me? Mr. MeH, the subject to another writer’s story? Or is it you?

I'm still on the journey. Step by step. Trying to discover what really went wrong. Mr. MeH I haven’t seen him since that encounter. I still have his face engrossed in my eyes. His voice unapologetically squeezing the drums of my ears. But again, will I ever see him again. Was I rushed to conclusion? Am I being unfair? I mean, was I even supposed to notice?  

© William Murithi 2014

"ALL IN THE NAME OF LOVE…………….!!!!!”

It is in the middle of a quick thought. That moment you’re lost in your small mind-runs. Then, BOOOM! A thought criss-crosses your mind. Like a rat beneath your feet. Fast but easy to notice without a trace. What is LOVE? Why LOVE? How do you tell its LOVE? Where does LOVE come from or go? Is LOVE worth it? When do you tell you are in LOVE? Then again you wonder. Is LOVE what people say, do, showcase, and mean or what? Damn LOVE!!!!!!!! Look at the world today. Lots of divorces, homeless kids, broken promises, heart-broken peasants and the rich alike, oooooh yeah, “we mend broken hearts”, reads the sign on the electricity pole. Shush! Dr. Ali Mwanakombe-------you want to find LOVE come I will help you. And the latest add on the screens. Talk of dial No. ********* to find your true LOVE. Not to forget the calculator that is supposedly measuring the degree of LOVE between couples, do you buy this? Yet again, people still want to love, fall in love, live for love, and treasure love. Why? Why? Why? Why?

The world is twisted. Many just wish to be in the past. When love was worth fighting for. No running, no quitting, we in this for life. How the world has changed. Many have been short changed. The real thing denied. Never again to want to taste but of course you were blind. They say you fall in love. But I wonder when you stopped to look where you are going. The way is covered with lots of potholes and hijackers alike. People who hijack your heart. With or without your consent. Bribe their way to your heart. Without your mind’s notice. All in the name of love to suffice or satisfy their desires.  There is a thin line between love and lust. The latter is taking charge while the former takes the back seat. No wonder they look at the back pocket only to realize they were blindfolded and never noticed the side pocket.

"Love grows. Lust wastes by Enjoyment, and the Reason is, that one springs from an Union of Souls, and the other from an Union of Sense." William Penn

After watching a  customer at a fuel station do a karaoke on a particular song live in a show. I was amazed, my mouth wide agape. She is really good. But again, the song was so brutal and direct that sanity sunk in immediately the lyrics came to a standstill. I couldn't help but get lost in the mind of the singer. Yes, yes, yes, yes, soooooooo true, the world is twisted, what people do, or are prepared to do, all in the name of love. The chorus goes…….

“……….some of them are there to use you.

Some of them are there to be used by you.

Some of them are there to abuse you.

Some of them are there to be abused by you.

Travel the world and the seven seas.

Everybody is looking for something”

All over the world same crap same old adage. "Everyone is looking for something!" Be it in love, be it in business. Be it in work, be it in vacation. The big question is what are you looking for? Ready to use or be used? Abuse or abused? You be the judge. Whining and dinning. Crying and laughing. Kissing and killing. Marrying and divorcing, All in the name of love. Right, left and center. Relationships crop up. Kissing the many frogs goes the myth. Sex be the objective, find it in a relationship. Achieve our goals but for what cost????? Your time? Money? Emotional health? Temple? Sanity? What for?

My question is, why board the ship  if you don’t know its destination. Why even start if you don’t know the end. I will try and learn but instead you trample and rumble. Many mistakes don’t make a right. Again any bus will take you anywhere. When you don’t know where you are going. Just know how to be the driver. Don’t sail with the wind be smart like an eagle. And use it to sway to greater heights. Without much efforts indeed. If it’s not a REAL –ationship then quit and wait. I read a quote “If marriage is not the goal, why are you in a relationship?” . If you can’t answer this question at the wink of an eye then RUN, RUN with your things, RUN for your life. You are either being used or abused, just in the name of LOVE.

Not unless you are sure. Then make it your rule. Follow your heart but don’t leave your mind behind. A friend sent me a text that really defines the people in my life, their role and most definitely their intentions. If you not sure of who is who. Time to do an audit. Don’t allow people with baggage to bug you. If they aren't of value to you or you can’t be of any value to them then, SELECT-SHIFT-DELETE. Don’t accommodate mediocrity, unless you want to be mediocre. An argument with a fool doesn't make you better. So be the person who cleans their house often without fail with an agenda. 

Do you know someone who will bring the best in you, love you unconditionally, be there for you in thick times or blessed times, not steal your breath away but protect it from harm. Then you might as well be the luckiest person alive.  I finish with the text from a friend…….

“In life, you will realize there is a role for everyone you meet. Some will test you, some will use you, some will LOVE you, and some will teach you. But the ones who are truly important are the ones who bring out the best in you. They are the rare and amazing people who remind you why it’s worth it.”

© William Murithi 2014

"Never Compromise Your Standards"

"I REFUSE TO LOWER MY STANDARDS TO ACCOMMODATE THOSE WHO REFUSE TO RAISE THEIRS"

Is it the dog that wags the tail or the tail that wags the dog? So why the compromise, why lower your standards. so that you can fit into mediocrity, or others mindset. Back in the days I refused to compromise. I refused to sit on stones with hood boys chit chatting. Sorry that was a time waster for me. I loved engaging in active activities. Playing soccer, making fancy cars, from wires, milk boxes, Blueband tins. Name it. I made it. Why? I was engaging my creative abilities. I refused to chase girls around. Yes, not worth my time. I'd rather boil and crumble rather than sink and drown. Call me a coward, introverted, or Snobbish. But has anyone died because of such illnesses? So make it your culture and value not to bend-over, or compromise.



High in school. Time was of essence. The schedule spoke volumes. As in we in for business. No child play just a numbered 4 years. Was I crazy waking up weird hours of the night? Hiding during holidays to finish that Biology assignment. Naaaaah, I was never a nerd just a bookworm. I chose who to be my friend, what to say, where to hang out, and above all what to eat. No smoke was allowed, even the holy weed, not even powdered stuff. Neither did I stoop low to please the passing. But kept the focus of the high prize. Ooooh, I am still to see the fruit of this labour. I still labour and exercise my brain cells. Whilst, you eat, dine and wine. I am still laying my strategy on how to finish the race. Am Batman, yes I said am Batman. Not doing you, am doing myself that's who I am, that's how I roll.

I will not compromise for the passing wind. You want to be in my circle, work for it. Its never easy as there is no manual. But do your best your in. I'm not a Judge nor am I a plaintiff. Just that I choose wisely not by default. I intend to maintain my standards and let you be the judge. Like it or not never am I compromising. I still hold a brief. Lest you believe then can you achieve. As you work, and work harder never despair. Keep your standards high, but lower your exceptions. That is a sure way not to loose your sanity. Never quit as you never win. Winners never Quit. So I maintain my .............

"NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR HAVING HIGH STANDARDS, PEOPLE WHO REALLY WANT TO BE IN YOUR LIFE WILL RISE TO MEET THEM"

© William Murithi 2014