Even After Switching me off you haven’t Decided to to switch on your phone

Episode 2

You slip and cover your head on Humel’s bed.

“Jack,have you had something for a meal?”he ask as he finish ironing.

“Yes,”you lie though your intestines can almost shout on how it is empty.
Though Humel doubts himself he takes your response for an answer.He has hanged a black pair of trouser on his left should and is now proceeding to switch off power to iron box.

He peers into the bed.There you lie recoiled like puff under.He too slip into the bed.

At first he thinks it’s normal to feel cold but after thirty minutes he can’t stand cold log of your body.He stretches his hand out of the blanket and onto the socket and puts on the light.Then,like a man bored by his wife,he lowers himself from the bed onto slippers.

He puts some little water in a small Sufuria then places it on already flaming gas.

As tea cooks he stretches his arm to a frying pan.Wipes it with a dry utensils towel.

He now pours slimy mixture of wheat flour and eggs on the pan.

Though you pretend to be deeply lost in sleep you’re alive to the present aroma of frying bans and you wish like turning but fear for shame.
“Jack,”he calls.
You portend not to hear.
“Jack,” he’s now calling while tapping your cold nose.
“Wake up.Here are bans and hot tea,”he tells you as he sets them on the table.

“With your cold body I couldn’t tell the difference between you and a cold log of an ice.”

You let out a loud yawn.Then you take the meal.You want to contain your hunger and tendency to sweep everything on table for fear of shame.

Soon before you realise,the pile of bans are over.You shake the thermos and it’s empty.

Humel sneaks his head out of the partition cartain and says:

“You were surely dying,”

“Sure,” you answer slightly ashamed.

☆☆☆☆☆

Piano music wakes you up in morning at 8:30.Turning you notice you’re alone.You part the curtains to check and there is nobody.

So you wake and drag yourself out for short call.

You notice your blue official pair of trouser,white shirt and grey vest.The set you had put on yesterday are flipping on the hanging line in the windy morning.

Humel had woken up early to go to fellowship.He was praise and worship leader.So he had lived on the premise that leading should be by example.

“Why can’t I wash these clothes for brother Jack,”he silently made a resolution.And so he had proceeded to dip Jack’s trio of Shirt,Vest and trouser in a basic overflowing with foam.

“What is leading in fellowship without embodiment of christ?”he had come to meditate and ask of these servanthood questions.

“A king’s servant stay prompt and present to his service even when he’s making love to his queen,”he thought as he rinsed the clothes.

“Let me be of service.To my brother.To my fellow man.To my even sex,”he thought almost loudly.

“By so doing I’m serving Christ,”he added smiling.

“God if there is big commendation to be given,give to it to Humel,my neighbour,”You will say as though praying.

You’ll remember your mobile phone had gone off for power yesterday just before you ran through heavy rain.You quickly rush to the room,host room.

There you find it charged.Now 100% as per notification bar.Your laptop is packed beside a woopher.Charging too.

At the the touch of the last digit of your password,notifications pours in like hail storms falling in a rainy season.Your Huawei device vibrates for fifteen minutes endlessly.

Except whatsapp messages that are still pouring in,messages are now settled.About 67 texts have deposited in your inbox.

“Good evening,”Anna’s text will read.”Hello again”….”You aren’t talking to me today?”…”I miss you so much”.

Then like a maniac,she wrote at one AM,”I’m trying to call and you’re not available…..have you switched off your device to switch me off?”

Anna’s string texts continues until about 8:30 where she has written,”Even after switching me off you haven’t decided to turn on your phone?”

That one text that will hit you in surprise is from Bettie.Whom at 6:30 AM she wrote to say,”Hello my…..it’s now the end sem….you still remember your promise….i’m dying with this feeling…i dream to see you…i will comr to your room toda this afternoon…..”
……………………

Elvis

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I saw her.She is so Beautiful.

FB_IMG_15424791021175507.jpg Think outside the box game was on.As we thought hard on how we could turn back without breaking the circle,my eyes stole glances at a lady from my far right.She,like the sun wore a bright smile.Astretch were her hands,holding on to two neighbours,one to her right and the other to the left.

“Let us concentrate,” play leader called out.We tried to unwrap the trick in his play in our large circle but we couldn’t.From here,we formed three small groups and wrapped our hands.

“Hold your hands without breaking the circle then follow me as I enter between Sam and Roba,” John who seemed to have got the trick guided us.We did followed him like slaves chained together.In a short while his thought became the the trick.

Hurrah!We exclaimed in triumph and pride.”Yeess!This group has got it,” play leader shouted pointing at us.”Here the price,”he proceeded to John with a note of some shillings for getting right the trick.

The next game proved even more interesting.Three words were supposed to be narrated in quick succession and progression.

“Cheap,Sheep,Soup” was the phrase.

It was an elimination match.Small groups of seven were created.One shouted the first word then pointed somebody to say the next.Failur,eliminated one.
The day was now at its climax as elders made a queue to fetch a bundle of bisquits,piece of cake and glass of juice.Smiles floated on the faces of the elders as they sipped and chewed.

I was now holding my share and heading to where I was seated.My eyes quickly grabbed the lady I had stole glances at earlier.She sat there.Chewing and deriving sweetness of her share.

She had a chocolate complexion.Here hair were blown and flowing to her upper back.Her white front teeth flashed every smile in the field.On seeing me she let out a smile that I thought was brighter than any flashlight around.That ran me crazy.I completely lost myself to her bewitching look.
“Hey Elvis!Look up.”some elder ladies,who were half laughing half surprised called out when my drink poued Kwambo’s head.
I ran burrying my face with my left palm in shame.As I settle to drink my half empty glass of juice I heard pearls of laughter cracking on my back.I should have neglected explosions of laughter but I noted that I no longer had my snags.Had I chewed them without knowing?I checked my teeth with my tongue.

” Elvis don’t worry,here are your snags you dropped while you tried to run away from the eyes of the elders,”Mazilda told me while she tapped me on my back.”MaryAnne will add you juice,”she added.
As I slowly chewed the bisquits and swimmed it down my thought with juice,the lady came to my thoughts again.
She was in barefeet.Her open shoes were behind.She wore a brown dress.Covering her bossom was a grey T-shirt.I don’t know whether her choice of glass colour meant anything.She a had red coloured glass that she occasionally wielded to the view of everybody.Was she expressing love in red coloured glass?
I turned my head to check her again.To my amazement all eyes were browsing me.
“Amenoki Amanda,” I had one say near left ear.
Drowning in shame,every event that followed didn’t concentrate in my mind.I wished for one thing.

The end.

“Hahahaha!Elvis what happened ‘bana’,” Ominde laughed while tapping my shoulders as we made out of the event.
“I saw her.She is so beautiful,” I answered as a I walked looking down.

Hamphrey cries:Gitari smiles

POOL PIT SCANDAL

Whom will I Dance to the Pool Pit?:Whom will Dance me to the Pool Pit?

[Mwendwa,Love,Feeling]
It’s evening.Thunder is angrily rambling outside.Hamphrey arrives in his room soaked and feeling exhausted.He thinks of boiling some coffee but first peels off his wet suite.

With just three minutes of boiling his coffee is ready and serves himself.

As he sips his coffee on the seat memories begin to play in his mind.
He remembers his first service in Fellowship Union.

He was seated on the second balcony facing the pool pit aerialy.With a;
A new smartphone,
A new diary,
A new bible,
New pair of shoes and socks,
New ironed to kill Kaunda suite.
“First impression is key”,he thought.

Choir band walked joyously walk towards the alter to offer a song as offerings were being collected.His eye captured a brown young lady.

Her hair well plaited on pineapple style.She stood at one corner of the string of band members.Just beside music instruments.
The singing began as Hamphrey stared at her with a determination of an eagle.

Her lips were uttering every word of the song.Her smile was brighter than the sun.Her swinging body missed not even a single step of the dance.Their eyes,his on hers and hers on his,stared at each other without her loosing the steps of the dance and mispeling any word.

“What a beauty this girl is!!”he whispered quizzically.Those chocolate gums,white teeth,brown smiling face and magically moulded body shape.

“I look no further for the angel they talk about.She is God-sent angel straight from heaven to welcome me to campus.To usher me into universal education,”he told himself.

Aren’t angels beautiful?Aren’t they bright?She is beautiful and bright.I’m convinced she is!
So lost was he on her that when offerings bag reached him his neighbour had to tap him on his ear.He quickly took the bag and drove his hand to chest pocket.Fumbling out,he fished a piece of tissue paper.He trembled a bit at the discovery that he wasn’t sure where his wallet was.Usher trailing the bag made to help him out but quickly thought he had placed his wallet on back pocket.Opening it,a wad of notes were well layed.Fifty shilings note was in the middle of the wad and readily withdrew it and folded it into the offering bag board.
Every band member was now taking back to their seats.

His concern was the position the beautiful angel was going to sit.Realising that he couldn’t locate her among the congregation he stood to search.He couldn’t see her.He lowered his bottoms and knocked them on the seat in frustration and anger.A Sunday that looked good graced with an angel was turning out bad.Could she have returned to heaven after singing?Then why before he met her?Questions swamped his mind.

Nadia,the fellowship secretary squeezed through fully packed seats then took to the pool pit.Hamphrey couldn’t hear anything she was saying.Not even look at her but before long his eyes opened widely and ears stood still when Nadia announced that choir band will be meeting every Monday for practice.She continued to announce and called all first years to join in any ministry they were interested in.

“I’ll join choir,” he whispered to himself in assurance.
Just before the secretary sat he heard little sound of a moving chair behind him.With the sound was a nice fragrance that warped passed his nose.He turned to alley his anxiety.

‘Waah!She is the angel,”he exclaimed in silence.Without the need to raise an eyebrow he contained and restrained himself from talking to her.For the entire service he couldn’t hear anything more.

In his thoughts,he sneaked outside the service and was now imagining meeting this lovely lady behind him. Buying her chips.Smiling to her.Touching her on her face.And may be singing her a good song.How he would ask her of her name.
Without forgetting he thought of the piece of cake in his locker.A cake that must have been more sweet to imagine than to munch.
“I’ll offer her the cake,” he concluded with a smile.

His room’s door flanked ajar as Mwema entered in,freezing.
“Welcome bro,” offered Hamphrey.”Thank you roomie,”replied Mwema.

After a warm sip of coffee,Mwema felt warm and alive again.Preparation for elders weekend being on course they shared a bit about it.

For the four campus years,Hamphrey had risen from a choir band member to ushering committee chair to bible study chair then to the tip of the fellowship:the fellowship chair.He had come to know the beautiful angel he saw in his first service as Mwendwa.

On several nights he had thought he would express himself to her.Tell her she was beautiful.That when he saw her his insides boiled in desire.That she should womb his seeds and bear forth fruits.

But where!He had failed to tell her.

Gitari:fellowship’s guitar player had taken a step of courage and suggested to Mwendwa of his love for her.To Hamphreys disappointed she had conceded to his proposal.

What he had seen Gitari had taken.
What he had thought Guitari had acted.
Where he had kept silent Gitari had voiced himself.
Where he had fear Guitar had courage.
Where he failed Gitari had triumphed.

“Mwema let me reveal something”, he begun with a voice of an emotional person.”I saw this Mwendwa far before today,……in last year’s elders weekend I thought I’d break my love news to her……that chance slipped…..I thought I’d dance her to the pool pit on our weekend….but all is lost…Guitari will on that Sunday walk her as though they’re holding a royal wedding….he will oftenly smile on my face…..may be laughing at my loss as everybody admires the pair…..where will I hide my face in fear of shame….”, “Whom will dance me to the pool pit:Whom will I dance to the pool pit?”

“Don’t worry my brother.My chair don’t cry”, consoled Mwema.

Lets Gang Up Support for the Widowed.

The widowed live in a caste of people characterised by stress,dipression,lonliness and isolated.Their fate presents them with horrible experiences of trying to make up for the lose of a partner.

More and weighty problems scampers in when a sole breadwinner is lost.The remaining partner is left shocked and contemplating of what their tomorrow may present them with.

They suffer careless remarks of people sorrounding them.They are stigmatised all over the village.Fear and anguish is grown in their hearts so that memories of supposed cause of their spouse deaths haunts them for long.

If the remaining @1 is unemployed the pain is even heard more by the children.Their hopes are blurred.Their furture begins to lack meanig when they are sent home for school fees.

Research attribute low score of psychological well-being of the widowed to their loss.In their findings the widowed regularly visits a physician,incurr more medical costs and dies shortly after the loss.

They also find a widowed man getting married easily for second time than a women.

Inclusive solutions have to be stroke to salvage the widows’ situation.The family members,elders,chieves,church,social groups,county and national government should gang up support to help the widowed.

The family members should lead by example in providing love and company.This will ensure that the widowed don’t feel deserted and isolated.Relatives also should sought them financially in basic needs.

The elders and chieves should offer their willingness for guidance both for the widowed and their children.To avoid a situation where children underestimate a widowed women.These two shoul be there to straighten behaviour.

Church as a sacred place can give their hand in exphasising spiritual teachings of promise of hope.Through prayers faithful widows may get peace and rest in their souls.

National and county governments should create a kitty to specifically cater for the widows.It needs both their empowerement and polical will to spur such a noble idea.

Can Memusi be the right stone to Hon.Raila’s 2017 sling?

Outcome of monday’s Kajiado Central by-election has reshaped political landscape in this country.Several issues can be red ranging from voters,candidates,election process and party issues.

One,party elections should be as transparent as it is wished for.It shows how JAP nominations were questionable.How did the winner won with votes which he didn’t get?

Second,Kenyans in Kajiado Central can no longer be enticed to suntion losers.Democracy won and wish the same can replicated countrywide.

Third,vigour and confidence has increased among the CORD brigade.Hon. Raila cannot be underestimated come 2017.His soldiers can a light a the end of the tunnel.

Four,Memusi is an influencial and persuasive leader.Threfore he will be pivotal to in CORD politics .

In connection to claims of bribery I congratulate the Kajiado Central residents for thier brave and wise decision.

Best of luck Memusi.

Pool pit scandal.

POOL PIT SCANDAL


Whom will I Dance to the Pool Pit:Whom will Dance me to the Pool Pit?

[Mwendwa,Love,Feeling]
It’s evening.Thunder is angrily rambling outside.Hamphrey arrives in his room soaked and feeling exhausted.He thinks of boiling some coffee but first peels off his wet suite.

With just three minutes of boiling his coffee is ready and serves himself.
As he sips his coffee on the seat memories begin to play in his mind.
He remembers his first service in Fellowship Union.
He was seated on the second balcony facing the pool pit aerialy.With a;
A new smartphone,
A new diary,
A new bible,
New pair of shoes and socks,
New ironed to kill Kaunda suite.
“First impression is key”,he thought.

Choir band walked joyously walk towards the alter to offer a song as offerings were being collected.His eye captured a brown young lady.

Her hair well plaited on pineapple style.She stood at one corner of the string of band members.Just beside music instruments.
The singing began as Hamphrey stared at her with a determination of an eagle.

Her lips were uttering every word of the song.Her smile was brighter than the sun.Her swinging body missed not even a single step of the dance.Their eyes,his on hers and hers on his,stared at each other without her loosing the steps of the dance and mispeling any word.

“What a beauty this girl is!!”he whispered quizzically.Those chocolate gums,white teeth,brown smiling face and magically moulded body shape.

“I look no further for the angel they talk about.She is God-sent angel straight from heaven to welcome me to campus.To usher me into universal education,”he told himself.

Aren’t angels beautiful?Aren’t they bright?She is beautiful and bright.I’m convinced she is!

So lost was he on her that when offerings bag reached him his neighbour had to tap him on his ear.He quickly took the bag and drove his hand to chest pocket.Fumbling out,he fished a piece of tissue paper.He trembled a bit at the discovery that he wasn’t sure where his wallet was.
Usher trailing the bag made to help him out but quickly thought he had placed his wallet on back pocket.Opening it,a wad of notes were well layed.Fifty shilings note was in the middle of the wad and readily withdrew it and folded it into the offering bag board.
Every band member was now taking back to their seats.

His concern was the position the beautiful angel was going to sit.Realising that he couldn’t locate her among the congregation he stood to search.He couldn’t see her.He lowered his bottoms and knocked them on the seat in frustration and anger.A Sunday that looked good graced with an angel was turning out bad.Could she have returned to heaven after singing?Then why before he met her?Questions swamped his mind.

Nadia,the fellowship secretary squeezed through fully packed seats then took to the pool pit.Hamphrey couldn’t hear anything she was saying.Not even look at her but before long his eyes opened widely and ears stood still when Nadia announced that choir band will be meeting every Monday for practice.She continued to announce and called all first years to join in any ministry they were interested in.

“I’ll join choir,” he whispered to himself in assurance.

Just before the secretary sat he heard little sound of a moving chair behind him.With the sound was a nice fragrance that warped passed his nose.He turned to alley his anxiety.

‘Waah!She is the angel,”he exclaimed in silence.Without the need to raise an eyebrow he contained and restrained himself from talking to her.For the entire service he couldn’t hear anything more.

In his thoughts,he sneaked outside the service and was now imagining meeting this lovely lady behind him. Buying her chips.Smiling to her.Touching her on her face.And may be singing her a good song.How he would ask her of her name.

Without forgetting he thought of the piece of cake in his locker.A cake that must have been more sweet to imagine than to munch.
“I’ll offer her the cake,” he concluded with a smile.

His room’s door flanked ajar as Mwema entered in,freezing.
“Welcome bro,” offered Hamphrey.”Thank you roomie,”replied Mwema.

After a warm sip of coffee,Mwema felt warm and alive again.Preparation for elders weekend being on course they share a bit about it.

For the four campus years,Hamphrey had risen from a choir band member to ushering committee chair to bible study chair then to the tip of the fellowship:the fellowship chair.He had come to know the beautiful angel he saw in his first service as Mwendwa.

On several nights he had thought he would express himself to her.Tell her she was beautiful.That when he saw her his insides boiled in desire.That she should womb his seeds and bear forth fruits .But where!He had failed to tell her.
Gitari:fellowship’s guitar player had taken a step of courage and suggested to Mwendwa of his love for her.To Hamphreys disappointed she had conceded to his proposal.
What he had feared Gitari had courage.
What he had seen Gitari had taken.
What he had thought Guitari had acted.
Where he had kept silent Gitari had voiced himself.
Where he failed Gitari had triumphed.

“Mwema let me reveal something”, he begun with a voice of an emotional person.”I saw this Mwendwa far before today,……in last year’s elders weekend I thought I’d break my love news to her……that chance slipped…..I thought I’d dance her to the pool pit on our weekend….but all is lost…Guitari will on that Sunday walk her as though they’re holding a royal wedding….he will oftenly smile on my face…..may be laughing at my loss as everybody admires the pair…..where will I hide my face in guilt….”, “Whom will dance me to the pol pit:Whom will I dance to the pool pit”

“Don’t worry my brother.My chair don’t cry”, consoled Mwema.