Monday, 25 January 2016

Tashreef chronicles 3

(I had had the opportunity to visit India for a year in 2017 to conduct business pertinent to oil machinery. I had imagined that the prices there would be fair compared to anywhere else in the world and I was right.Additionally, Kenya had just made its ties with India stronger in various ways and one of them was reducing the duty fee charged of any item imported from India.  It was while there that I made a good number of friends and got to learn some bit of the language). Tashreef, as I had learned is an Urdu word that means 'Honorable'. My boy was definitely honorable, the son of king and his queen. lovely......... just lovely.

The tremors of my phone ringing in my pocket are now becoming unbearable. I have the perfect ringtone, but now its beginning to sound irritable. "This is a moment am having. A good one, why wont they let me have it?" I curse with the presumption that the calls all relate to work. Nonetheless, I dig out the phone from my pocket and pick up for the current caller. Its mum. She sounds utterly joyful as she congratulates me. "Hahahaha, ni kazi ya wawili mum, asante lakini.'(Its the work of two mum, thanks though). My imagination before today was that i would feel heavy in my heart once the child came into our lives and perhaps cut off everything else for him/her. However, now that I am holding him in my arms everything is a bit clearer. I can see being available at home enough hours to be with him. My heart is not heavy because i can only picture the pride that will come from teaching him how to dance and play soccer, or simply watching him learn how to fight(in an actual fight). "Am on my way there son, don't let the little one fall asleep without saying hi to Grannie." Mother says as she hangs up.
 All the while, Marble is in what seems like a 'stupor'. she must be making plans in her mind of how we are going to work on conceiving the next one.... or probably not- not so soon after this experience. ........

Monday, 18 January 2016

Tashreef Chronicles Cont 2

We slide swiftly into an empty parking space just past the main entrance of Nairobi hospital
and I call out for a nurse until one comes to us and takes Bayang with him for a quick check up to see if he is okay. I follow them first to mark the room he is in and then  rush to the maternity ward where my beloved should have, by now, brought to life our baby- a boy I hope. ...........
Am breathing heavily-more of a heave than a breathe- and the sharp cry of a baby pierces into my ears tilting my movement into its direction. I cannot keep my expectations from showing on my face. that cry was definitely that of a boy." I tell myself in the midst of the rush. "well, not definitely since judging from the pitch of that voice it could be a very loud girl, but who's asking? we wanted a baby and here He was....... or she.  as i advance the room where my wife is, the child's cry gets louder and an additional one comes up. A happy-sad kind of cry from a person who has just gone through an excruciating pain right before holding, in her hands, a bundle of immense joy.  My brother in-law awakens me from the awing moment that catches me when i peep through the rectangular window-screened part of the door. A heavy pat on the back with congratulations in abundance. excited, I push open the door, rush to where my wife is and lay a kiss on her lips-that I doubt she has ever had before- leaving her breathless-literally- for a short while. "Am really sorry I missed it cakes, Am really sorry." I apologize. 'under normal circumstances I would have expected a ten to twenty minute scuffle or longer depending on what wrong I have done,' but today God is in my favor and forgiveness comes in like it really had to. guess the baby is already proving to be of help to me :-) ..interesting, no?
 I ask to hold my child so I can feel him or her and the nurse says "Be gentle with the boy, dont squeeze his air out." Its a BOY! Yes yes yes!. In the course of the excitement filling the room-or perhaps just me because wifey falls asleep a few minutes after I take the BOY- "Tashreef!" I let out. "Tashreef will be his name." (ofcourse we'll have to discuss this when 'she' wakes up, but am quite certain that she will like it........love it.

Saturday, 9 January 2016

Tashreef chronicles cont 1

The steering wheel seems to escape my control and so does the vehicle.  I can hear a scream-certainly not mine- except its coming from inside the car. Somehow I recapture control of the wheel and steer left  just in time to miss a collision with the ‘pimped up’ passenger bus whose control is clearly no longer with the driver.  I step hard on the brakes and when the vehicle comes to a halt I look back to see the on goings first from inside the car then I step out. The bus rams successively into the jersey barriers until it finally comes to a stop aided by the protruding steel from the last two barriers.  I run to the site fearing for the worst. Fortunately there are no fatalities-God really does exist. Most of the passengers are hurt, but the driver’s condition is worse seeing that his part of the vehicle was the worst hit. Others who had witnessed the incident rush to the scene and together we work to pull everyone out of the carnage. Before long, the Nairobi county government ambulances arrive in tens and the victims are rushed to hospital. It’s a relief that everyone there is okay.

On getting back to my motor I recall the scream that I had heard earlier. I open the back door and lying there unconscious is Bayang. Silly boy must have snack in as I was bidding his parents goodbye at their house where I had been staying while in Turkana. He probably hit his head in the course of the melee that had just taken place. I check his pulse and its utterly weak hence the need to get to the hospital even faster. 

Wednesday, 6 January 2016

tashreef Chronicles (introduction)

Its 9pm December 14 2022 and am driving fast down the Nairobi-Turkana highway hoping to get to the Nairobi Hospital before my baby comes along. At this point i feel am in love with whoever constructed the road since theres very little traffic- an assurance of getting there on time. There is a lot on my mind, like how is my beautiful wife Marble holding up?, is everything biologically okay?, might i miss my baby's birth!!!!? the accelerator finds its way to the floor such that my foot relaxes and the engine hums a bit louder but runs smooth anyway. The speedometer reads 180, but the momentum feels something short of 100. I had hoped to be back two days before today just in time to receive my child into the world. However, there had been complications at the oil wells in Turkana that my engineer self had to work out before leaving (damn work and its necessity!)

Now the phone is ringing-its my brother-in-law- but even picking up from my headset is  proving difficult so I ignore it although I can guess what he has to say. the sweat on my forehead  and cheeks creates a blur on my glasses that I force my eyes to see through. Am on a mission and it has to be accomplished. 
Am getting closer to the 'concrete in the jungle' since i can see the lights and hear the electronic trains hooting as they presumably enter the station. Nonetheless I can see a distinct shade of light speeding  towards me. Suddenly,...........continues

Thursday, 12 November 2015

About Belief

"Belief is not an action of sight, It's an action of the mind, heart and soul."Twincetthepoet

Sunday, 1 November 2015

My life in the 80's

Am not quite as old as you are already thinking I am,
but I do act like am older than anyone can fathom.
what brings me here today is my story about the 80's.
back then i was masculine and hairy,
body seldom bathed and shaved rarely
it was then that i worked hard literally,
'cause that was not a choice but some form of itinerary,
you either went through it, or went through it,
we had no ploughs nor cows so we had to bow,
with sticks as hoes digging shallow holes on the ground.
readying the earth for sowing so we could reap in the end

my dreams of an education had long been shuttered
with every plan that i had made having been blundered
stepped on, spat on and ridiculed by king kanda,
owner of the biggest known kibanda
He told me that my dreams were unrealistic
he changed my mind and made me pessimistic
about the hope, the dreams, anything futuristic

I lost it, the drive to become better
and follow my dreams to the letter
because everything i did ended up in a gutter
draining to places i couldn't even reach it later
I wrote a letter to the chief hoping that he would change my life for the better
but all i got was a bigger acre       of land to work on.
getting paid something close to peanuts
a case of so much pain with no gain

I hated the election period 'cause it was simply a waste of time
where the resident president had us queuing for days simply to confirm his obvious return to the state house
the media called it the presidential race
but really it was just a trace, the same face same place........to be continued


Monday, 26 October 2015

I hate America I love Africa

Lets face it,Africa will always be a dump site for america for as long as it takes us to finally stand up for ourselves and become fully independent. If we are being honest and real then allow me to curse the big U.S.A  for the tribulations they have caused our continent all in the name of aid-and AIDS.  What is it about our success that bugs them? Is it the fact that we have abundant manpower, or is it the hopes and dreams that they hear we have for our future? Does is it really hurt so much to see another continent growing and becoming utterly powerful?
Who said, in the many years that the US has had independence, that they attained freedom so as to oppress others? Africa has woken up to a new dawn that threatens to thrush the other economies in the world and that is exactly what they(U.S.A) fear.  They threaten our freedom to be who we are, with all the qualities that make us unique. We are constantly made to believe that our leaders are selfish and have nothing but their own interests at heart. My question is, was that the case with Gaddafi? A man who had changed Libya for more than just 'the better'.  He had to be ousted because they were not comfortable with an African country and its people living comfortably with zero dependence on them(U.S.A).  This great Libyan leader had plans for Africa. Ones that would change how the rest of the world views us.Libyans didn't have to pay taxes, they had free education form elementary school to whichever level they wanted to reach(Iwould have completed my PHD by now if I lived there). Gaddafi was spearheading the establishment of  the African Development Bank that would greatly reduce and finally abolish pour dependence on the predatory IMF and that scared them. I can only imagine the conversation they had while conspiring to baptize him a dictator and how to incite his own people to kill him. And the fools fell for it. Look at their condition now. The 'fighters' from Benghazi that were funded by the nato(small letters because its nothing but shit)  are now all confirmed members of isis (a disgrace to the Islamic religion) busy creating unrest in North Africa and the Arab states.  In short, the people who are brave enough to stand against the west are always a target. They die for us while we cow away and leave them in agony-ALONE-instead of standing with them. This kind of reminds me about God. These people have grown so thirsty for power that they want to be greater than God but we all know that that will never happen because He made them who they are in the first place. They must have shared genes with the same crowd that cheered the crucifixion of Jesus Christ feeling triumphant and all. God teaches us to Love, but he made us humans so we can learn the hard way. so we can learn not to hate, but somehow this feeling is something I cant shake off. Anyway, my point is, Africa is nothing but rich in every way. say labor, we have it. say resources, we have them in plenty and that right there is why there is a new scramble for Africa. The only problem for them, is that we are now learned, armed, and ready to fight back when our freedom is violated. We are a threat to their success,and that creates a threat to our lives.