I should go back n say thankyou

She wore big scary spectacled and a large,very very large robe like dress.i could tell she had long hair coz once in a while,the wind blew away her veil n she struggled to hold it back.I kept wondering what was the big deal if her veil chucked-but i never questioned.Am a firm believer of respecting peoples religion and beliefs..I was not her favorite student,heck she didnt even teach me any subjects but somehow i reckon she loved the sound of my name-fact that she called it funnily notwithstanding.....she mentioned me at my best,at my not-so-good moments and also at my worsts.

I had always known she didnt like mi.Not that she hated me-coz thats quite a strong word but if she was given a chance to pick ten girls for a trip abroad,ad be number 20 in her list.One evening,something queer happend that changed my perception completely.I finally understood where she came from.The conversation i had with her opened up my eyes.For sure i was trouble but too stuborn to admit.

I had just received a parcel fro the now infamous KBS and she was holding it for me.I was called from klass and i kept wondering what i had done coz she never called me unless she wanted to scold me or tell me some not so good words.on this particular sun evning,she asked me what i thought ad get.N i told her grade B and above.She was furious-she couldnt believe it was 7months to KCSE and i was still putting myself within a range.she arm-twisted me with all sorts of words to make me be specific but i stuck to my answer.Exams can go either way and i had known my capabilities,i knew i wasnt gonna get an A star-but then again i wasnt dummy.so we talked,conversed and agreed that ad go think about it and give her my thoughts.I spent the whole evening thinking about what we had discussed and i knew there and then what i was gonna get.I knew i still had time to improve where i was to where i belonged and from that evening,it changed my perception of her.

Our love-hate relationship was so interesting.Some days she would wake up totally loving me and other days i was a pain in her-not-so right places.she could at times call me all sort of names and i wondered if her religion allowed that.I never realized then,what i realize now.All she wanted was to mould me-all i did was to fight her.I cant change the hands of time but i do believe its never too late to go back n say THANK YOU!!!!!

The Death that shook my balance

I have always imagined that am so good in handling sad NEWs....but this one caught me offguard and i must admit,it will confuse me for quite a while.She was not my bestfriend,i must admit many at times i even forgot to invite her for events not coz i forgot her,but coz of reasons am unable to explain.She had a shriekin voice n we could all tell the days she was absent.Her voice didnt match her looks,she looked polite-she sounded spoilt.The last time i laughed with her was when she was on a bus to school and i was walking along parliament road-she shouted my name n i didnt turn.She shouted once more stating "Val,wewe mschana umevaa pants za brown niangalie" I turned,laughed my head off n told her she is crazy.She gladly replied "ilikuwa lazima nikusalimie"
Their school bus started moving n she kept smiling n talking until i couldnt see the bus no more.

An afternoon like any other,just from lunch to fill my tummy n then i get the sad NEWs.My first querry was whether it was still April fools Day.I am not saying she was immortal but there is just something about death n young people that never adds up.I am yet to shed a tear but the pain that cuts across mi is grippin my chest like a tight-iron band n the only way i know i will heal is if,i show her my last signs of respect.I am guilty,she had a baby,i never congratulated,never visited though i knew.
Her death has taught me,its never too late to reach out to an old colleague,schoolmate and friend.
Death is a natural part of life-i better start rejoicing with all those around mi.RIP Daisy,i dedicate this to you.I remember you n i smile:forgive me if i wasnt so much of a friend for i didnt keep in touch!!!May ur good deeds be remembered and motivate those you left behind...as for anythn you might have done to rub anyone the wrong way-Let the Almighty be the Judge.Fare thee welll:-( :-(

Men and Women are different-lets face it

We asked for equality we ask for same treatment but what we all should know is that we r never the same.
We grow up being treated differently but some how we ask for too much once we r grown ups.Girls,there is nothing wrong with pursuing careers in Medicine,Engineering,Pilot and all those considered masculine.Men,there's nothing absolutely wrong with being a beautician.Its a free world and you can be anything you wanna be.
But never should we forget that we play different roles in the society and all we have for each other is tolerance n respect-n the rest will flow.