EDITH: PART ONE

It was a cold June morning, the days had been becoming increasingly hot but the mornings were a bit chilly. Edith had just started classes and it was taking all her will to get up at 4 am to study. She had a job at a local university as the Accounts Assistant, a job she loved because she loved numbers and got to enjoy working with them all day.

Her parents had always emphasised on education, this generation was not the one that was big on being creative and doing what you want you did what brought money. Edith had no illusions as a young person she had grown up having just enough her life was not lavish but she had dreams for herself.

“Good morning,” she greeted the doorman a tall lanky old man who always smiled and had 1960 tales but she liked him because he was real, more than anybody else she worked with.

“Girl, you looking fine,” Suzy quipped. Suzy was the only other person that Edith could relate to, she was like herself single and working what they called, ‘starting from too somewhere’ job and they both wanted to drive the big cars and live in the big house and were both hopeless romantics who hadn’t seen romance in a while.

“I am glad you think so because I could not, for the life of me open my eyes this morning and I just imagined I look like crap,” Edith answered.

“Studying huh?”

“Well we all want to amount to something and hanging out with only you, who wants to be in bed by 8.00pm, I need other things to occupy me.”

“Oh, come on, don’t tell me, you do not like having that time to just snooze, and be in that zone. Plus you are the one who always has class and studying as excuses.”

They both smiled, to be very honest, they did not like the out life, and they never seemed to enjoy it. Suzy would always be comfortable with a book and travel and job sites, it occupied her life. Edith lived with her parents as she planned how to move out and she was trying to have as few fights with her mother as a past twenty woman living with her mother could.

For the most part Edith had wanted to be extremely rich buy that expensive car and have a fancy big house and buy her parents the house they deserved for all their hard work they put in. They did not have much but they gave it all to her and her one brother Leo. They were close but of late she was getting really stressed she had no idea why but she was reserved, preferred her own company and just got angry very easily because well, everybody was moving forward but her.

The two ladies moved on, in silence as they entered the office area. Their boss was wicked and for the purposes of telling this story we will call her She-devil because well, Edith had always wanted to call her that but never had her chance, enjoy this Edith.

On this particular morning Edith was wasted, she hadn’t slept well because she was stressed, exams were coming up and though she did not mind studying she had no fees and she had no idea where to turn. She ran through her Face Book page because well, she just was not into working, she could only manage a few minutes because it was very depressing, it was like mating season because for some reason everybody was getting engaged and getting married and I just was too much to take in. She opened her work diary and she just stared, for a minute she just did not know where she was and she could not remember what she wanted to do.

“Edith!” she was rudely startled from her blackout by the She-devil.

“Yes,” she replied going into the She-devil’s office.

“Happy thoughts,” Edith said to herself. “Killing people is against the law.”

“I need you to take these documents to the marketing manager at the firm we advertise with, there are other documents he should give you.”

“Yes,” she replied jumping up and down on the inside, at least she got to leave the office.

She took the documents and half ran, half walked out of the building; she was free at least for a few minutes. She hadn’t slept well at least she could catch a break even if for just a little while.

The marketing firm was not that far but even if it was, Edith loved to walk. It was a relaxer for her. It was almost meditative for her. For some reason she enjoyed the noise a little more today. She felt it was extremely nice and she just wanted to soak the outdoors in. It was just the town but it was breathtaking. It reminded her of freedom, the freedom she wanted.

The building the marketing firm was in was modest but stylish. The marketing manager had a medium office at the end of the hall. Apparently he and the she-devil were friends. Hmmmm. Maybe she got lucky.

Edith walked to the end of the hall and was greeted by a half bored receptionist.

“You going to have to wait a while, he has some important visitors today,” the receptionist quipped. Her name was Alex, Alexandria but that was too long she said. She preferred Alex.

“What’s with you? Edith asked

“I just don’t know. I am just not feeling like work today. It is only 8.30 and I am tired and I don’t want to see people.”

“I keep telling you, did a hole in the ground, it works for the ostrich.”

They both chuckled. They had hit it off since Edith came here a lot. They just liked each other.

“How do you like your new boss?” Edith asked. See the thing is, Edith used to deal with another manager who was not too much her bosses’ friend but he was transferred. He was a just there guy. Edith hadn’t met the new manager yet, today would be that day.

“He is amazing; he is very charming, nice,”

“Okay, I get it, you are gloating,”

“A little,”

“Show off,”

“You got me,”

What seemed like a delegation for people went out. They were very businesslike.

“It’s your turn, tell me what you think,” Alex said and winked.

“I will write a full report,”

MUHAMMAD ALI: KUJICHOCHA NAYO?

First of all, 2016, just stop. This year has taken away everybody that was anybody in their respective fields. But I guess, one day or another they would go just like all of us will at some point, sounds really bad but some realities of life just are ugly.

I am not a very sporty person, I am that person who watches football and wonder what else I could do in 90 minutes, the only sport that has won me is Rugby and of course athletics, how are you a Kenyan if you can’t scream when we win? I mean, insert very dramatic eye roll, with rugby maybe it’s the built of these guys, oh my God, the chests, the arms, the legs. That aside, rugby can get bloody, in college one of our best players broke his leg, like broke the bone peeped out of his skin and he was screaming and I almost died from the shock and pain I felt on his behalf.

That whole scenario was to explain how just one bloody sport is enough for me. But some people you just cannot ignore because they are just so damn good at what they do, enter The Legend, The Greatest, Muhammad Ali.

I am not a boxing fan but I as everybody else knew Muhammad Ali, why? In the most simplest terms alijichocha and we just had to know him but it had to start with him, from him in order to resonate to the rest of us. So today I am going to share what I learnt  from a few of Muhammad Ali’s famous quotes.

God has got me here for something. I can feel it. I was born for everything that I am doing now.

From this I got that believing in a divine purpose is a good way to look at life. Believing that we are here because we should and not just because of a cosmic accident or any other thing. The very fact that you were conceived means you were the fastest sperms, many others did not make it but you did.

Seeking God’s divine guidance in our life in whatever religion you are from is very important for our lives, it is a driving force and can help us achieve great things because, we are just not here, we are here to fulfil a purpose and one thing that Muhammad Ali knew was that he could not let God down, he could lose but not give up because he had the support of a higher power.

I am the Greatest; I said that even before I knew I was. I figured if I said it enough, I would convince the world that I really was the greatest.

Oh, this is the big one, at least for me. Kujichocha. Nobody will ever believe in you, if you do not first believe in yourself. The thing about Muhammad Ali was, he did not wait to be told you are great. I think some people just lost to this guy because they were scared because well, he thought too much of himself and that made other people think a lot about him to.

You are what you say you are. Your words become your reality.

 

He who is not courageous enough to take risks will accomplish nothing in life.

This one is a cliché but it is so true. Had he not decided to take to the ring and believe he was the greatest, what would have happened to boxing fans?

If you dream of beating me you’d better wake up and apologize

And who wouldn’t? The man had a career of 56 wins and only 5 losses. In the wins there were 37 knockouts, for the boxing virgins like me, a knockout is when you not only win, but knocked out the other person as in, they passed out. Yes, I just did that.

The many wins came from believing in himself so much that I think even his opponents most of the time believed they did not stand a chance. He also trained a lot too. This man, I tell you.

I wish people would love everybody else the way they love me. It would be a better world.

This one, I found a bit technical. Here is the thing, Muhammad Ali had enemies and he knew it, but rather than focus on them he focused on those that loved him. The ones who didn’t could go do nasty things to themselves they were just not his business and he was not going to carry the negative energy around.

From this Legend and Greatest, I have leant not to sell myself short, take the plunge, fail, get up jichoche and move on, life is too short for negativity and pity parties.

It is not the years in your life that count, it’s the life in your years.

As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he.

We thank God that such a great man, so inspirational and so passionate got to live and teach us what life is really about.

Rest in Peace Muhammad Ali you will definitely be missed.

I AM A LITTLE TOWN GIRL

This story is inspired by yesterday’s events of the president coming to my town,(The traffic! what the hell was he thinking?) It is good for towns to grow but until then or the day I move to one of those towns trust me, I will not enjoy the chaos.

ACRES OF DIAMONDS

The Acres of Diamonds story “a true one” is told of an African farmer who heard tales about other farmers who had made millions by discovering diamond mines. These tales so excited the farmer that he could hardly wait to sell his farm and go prospecting for diamonds himself. He sold the farm and spent the rest of his life wandering the African continent searching unsuccessfully for the gleaming gems that brought such high prices on the markets of the world. Finally, worn out and in a fit of despondency, he threw himself into a river and drowned.

Meanwhile, the man who had bought his farm happened to be crossing the small stream on the property one day, when suddenly there was a bright flash of blue and red light from the stream bottom. He bent down and picked up a stone. It was a good-sized stone, and admiring it, he brought it home and put it on his fireplace mantel as an interesting curiosity.

Several weeks later a visitor picked up the stone, looked closely at it, hefted¹ it in his hand, and nearly fainted. He asked the farmer if he knew what he’d found. When the farmer said, no, that he thought it was a piece of crystal, the visitor told him he had found one of the largest diamonds ever discovered. The farmer had trouble believing that. He told the man that his creek was full of such stones, not all as large as the one on the mantel, but sprinkled generously throughout the creek bottom.

The farm the first farmer had sold, so that he might find a diamond mine, turned out to be one of the most productive diamond mines on the entire African continent. The first farmer had owned, free and clear … acres of diamonds. But he had sold them for practically nothing, in order to look for them elsewhere. The moral is clear: If the first farmer had only taken the time to study and prepare himself to learn what diamonds looked like in their rough state, and to thoroughly explore the property he had before looking elsewhere, all of his wildest dreams would have come true.

  1. What in the world is hefting? I know I can Google but brits are just ludicrous.

Same story but this version EPIC!

The story was about a farmer who lived in Africa and through a visitor became tremendously excited about looking for diamonds. Diamonds were already discovered in abundance on the African continent and this farmer got so excited about the idea of millions of dollars worth of diamonds that he sold his farm to head out to the diamond line. He wandered all over the continent, as the years slipped by, constantly searching for diamonds, wealth, which he never found. Eventually he went completely broke and threw himself into a river and drowned.

Meanwhile, the new owner of his farm picked up an unusual looking rock about the size of a country egg and put it on his mantle as a sort of curiosity. A visitor stopped by and in viewing the rock practically went into terminal convulsions². He told the new owner of the farm that the funny looking rock on his mantle was about the biggest diamond that had ever been found. The new owner of the farm said, ‘Heck, the whole farm is covered with them’ – and sure enough it was.

  1. Who says that? Is this guy melodramatic or what?

ME

I meet people all the time who tell me how I should leave Nakuru so that my mind may open up or so that I may get more opportunities. They think I do not deserve to be a small town girl and make it seem like a bad thing.

I do not say they are wrong because statistically speaking Nairobi is a better bet for anything. It is clustered and everything is there. Headquarters, all new investors start there and the population is big enough to foster business growth though competition is also stiffer.

Here’s what I think however, what is wrong with making Nakuru my very own Nairobi? Everyone wants what is already set. I’m not saying I have the power but I have never been as optimistic about anything as I am that our little towns have so much potential. The first person to build a skyscraper was the first. We just all want to believe it happened by magic but the small towns have more potential because they have a gap.

Right now Nairobi has almost no gaps. Everything you think about it is there. That’s not to say there are no people in our small towns that have taste for the expensive and sometimes ridiculous. These people are there and we still have land to develop. We are not too many and we will get surprised.

I am not saying any of this because I know your opinion on the matter or want to sway it. I just think we waste good potential by doing it how everybody does it. If you want to make it then you have to go to Nairobi or the states. I see people doing it. I see people dedicating their whole lives to wanting to win a visa but I have just never been interested. They go and I say, good they are creating more employment opportunities for me right here.

Am I saying I do not like travelling, hell no! If I had the means, I would travel everywhere; I mean who doesn’t want to take pictures at the Eiffel tower in Paris, take an evening walk in their beautiful vineyards, go bungee jumping (this I will be forgiven if I run away from), visit the Japanese or Chinese town, (these two should just have been the same) with lanterns, if I list everywhere, I probably won’t get anything else done today so long story short, ever seen one of those air emirates adverts, I really want that all of it and  more but in my ideal situation, I will conquer Kenya first, then east Africa, then north and south, ahem, the west seeing as the Naija bug just bit me.

In short, I consider Nakuru my very own acres of diamonds. I see so much potential. I see so many surprises for us in the future, I see us once having tallest building number 4 or five in the world, a girl can dream, I see myself hosting events and especially fashion shows that will be acclaimed by fashion show organizers worldwide. I love myself in this town, my small town and this town has brought my way people I can’t forget and those I can. I just feel this and any other town deserves a chance and people like me.

I know one day, probably sooner than I think, I might get one of those opportunities and leave this town or even this Country but my will I miss the quiet, the low rent, the ability to walk anywhere without having a heart attack, the lack of always being in a crowd and not having to get up at four just to get to work at eight, my God that story makes me cringe every time. Don’t get me wrong, the big town s have their benefits but I am just lazy, I can do three o’clock mornings if it’s an extra job or when studying but I won’t like to do it just to get to the one job on time.

So if I run for the chair-person for small town rights, will you elect me? Just for kicks………….