Friday, July 10, 2009
How I have Learnt to Listen
Problem is, sometimes i have great ideas that are not necessarily God's, and when i confuse myself, and get tangled in with my ideas, all hell breaks loose and i can't tell coffee from tea. I blame the Bible, the Word, God and all the good things about Him. Then i remember again...aha! He listens if i talk to Him. Then i call on Him again, and He listens. When i know God is listening, i calm down and learn how to hold a conversation, how to listen, how to praise, how to thank and honor Him with all that i have. Sometimes it's scary because i may think that He talked, and he actually didn't, and then i get all mad, and angry at God and ask Him why he's not doing what He said He'ld do. Well, he asks...'when did i have that conversation with you", I don't remember'. Then i cry, get mad and still love Him more the following day.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Extraordinary Possibility.
— K. Bradford Brown Ph.D, author and theologian
That means i've gotta keep doing what I'm doing. Keep working hard and being the best wife, mom, friend, sister, daughter and auntie. Its unbelievable how many times I have shoved aside great ideas, revelations, good ideas (u can talk to God about that) tips, and convictions to do more. I think of how many times I have ignored that person because they didn't look good enough, or didn't talk well, or didn't dress well. How many times I did not stop to offer a smile to someone in need of one and more recently (weird) how many times I passed a police officer, while feeling the need to encourage and appreciate them...and I did not!!. I even remember having an extra 10 dollars I could have sent to help feed and educate a girl in a Kenyan community..but i did not. Now that i don't have that $10, I'm kicking myself...which I shouldn't be doing. Again...i devalued what could have helped someone, what could have been a life-changing moment.
Recently, I have been meeting with people and situations from the past in an almost surreal way. See, I used to be ignorant, underestimate people and I also used to be the kind that would at first glance, assume that someone had nothing to offer me with the little that they had - a horrible mindset, that I regret having, but I'm working on it.
I have grown up by the power of the Almighty God, and I am now at the age of recognizing the need to stay connected and networked with like minded people, folks with ambitions, dreams and an "extraordinary possibility" to reach to the highest of mountains.
At this stage of my age and time, life is too short to lack ambition, a drive or just one thing to call my own. My dream, my niche or ambition and something I will look back to one day and say "Thank you Lord Jesus, for waking ME up".
If a man has not identified a cause worth dying for, then he is not fit to live. - Martin Luther King Jr.
(i just had to throw that in there)
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
This is my stand
My skills, experience, training and education have been cultivated for the last 12 years. I can see the fruits, and i love them. But i don't believe in stagnation and failure to produce more. I want to see more. Why is this? Because I have a God given right to keep learning, keep existing and keep living my life to the fullest. I desire to be a well rounded Christian, who is smart, clever, able and successful like everyone else who works hard, pays their dues and walks with God.
My stand is that America is already built and strengthened by it's patriotic citizens. This country is strong, wealthy, and has provided opportunities for millions of people across the globe, including myself. Well, it's time to go home and do the same for my country.
My stand is that if what i've gained in the last 12 years can not be maximized in the wealthiest, strongest, most famous country on earth, then isn't about time to maximize all of that in my home country? Building one house at a time, educating one child at a time, and training one unemployed youth at a time and helping put a plate of food on a hungry child's table, one at a time. That's my stand.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
My Mother
To my mother who is the most amazing woman on earth. She brought forth 6 children - 5 boys and myself. With my dad on her side, she raised us up and gave us everything that she had. She conquered the world, mastered the art of being a mom, a friend, confidant and counselor. She taught elementary school for almost 30yrs. She demonstrated the knowledge she acquired at a Child Development Training she attended while i was in high school, so lying to her or tricking her never went unnoticed, though she choose to keep it to herself.
I love her with all of my heart. I value what she has to say, and i treasure every moment that i ever shared with her. Now that I'm so far away from her, i reminisce and wish she were to see how i raise my kids. That what she taught me still stands and I'm following on the good example. She may never get to see this, but as i write, think and pour out my heart on this page, it helps to celebrate my mom more that it would if i just smsed her or called her for 2 minutes.
To all the mothers out there, there is no job in the world as hard as this. Live long, be blessed and be a blessing to others like my mother has been to me and others.
I love you mother. I really do.
Friday, March 20, 2009
It's better to be recognized for something great.
It's good to be heard and noticed for the right reasons. It's even greater to be recognized for doing something great. At this point in my life, I don't necessarily need recognition, i did when i was younger, still not sure what i was looking for....but not anymore. That's why this blog has not been made public, and probably never will be....at least before it does....lemme show that I've achieved at least half of the things i've talked about. I want to leave this world....feeling that i've done something i loved, something that i had passion for and something that benefits those at risk, those ignored and those considered underdogs.
Everyday, I'm inspired to be better, to do better and i promise myself that I'll do everything i can to live a life of honor, integrity, passion and strength to face this coming generation. I've not been put here by mistake. It's not a coincidence that I'm alive. I truly believe that.
Oasis of hope where Aids orphans get a life
Oasis of hope where Aids orphans get a life
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By Paul O’Callaghan Ms Shiundu Kweyu is counting her blessings. Despite living with her mother and five siblings in a one-room shack in the Kibera slum, she considers herself extremely lucky. Her story is as inspiring as it is astounding. A chance conversation overheard through mabati-tin walls, saved her school life. On that momentous day, she heard a neighbour discussing St Aloysius Gonzaga School, a Catholic secondary school in Kibera, which first opened its doors in 2004. With a father dead from Aids related complications, and a mother in fragile health, Shiundu had given up hope of ever receiving a post-primary education. Free school One of the teachers, Mr Joseph Karanja conducts a lesson.
On hearing about the new fee-free school in Kibera she presented herself to Mr Dionisio Kiambi, the school principal. The rest is history.
"If not for St Aloysius School, I would be working as a labourer, househelp or doing laundry and I would not have this bright future," she says. The school arose from the work of members of Christian Life Community (CLC), a Catholic Lay movement that visited people suffering from Aids in Kibera. Time and again, they observed that people living with HIV expressed concern for their children’s future, especially their education.
In 2003, CLC sponsored the first 12 Aids-affected children to attend secondary school. Before the year ended, the leaders of CLC met with their Jesuit chaplain Fr Terry Charlton, to discuss what else could be done to assist bright, Aids-affected youth.
Meagre resources
Despite its meagre resources, a decision was reached to step out in faith and begin a secondary school for the youth.
The school would be a college preparatory school in the Jesuit tradition with an education that would produce "men and women for others." It would be a fee-free school serving youth who otherwise could not access further education.
Today, demand is so high and the need so great that some students go to great lengths to gain one of the coveted places and has led to some amusing incidents.
A few years ago, one earnest candidate presented a death certificate of a man he claimed was his late father.
Form Four students with some of the sponsors. [ PHOTOS /COURTESY ] |
Fast-forward to today and the school of 265 students has ambitious plans to build a permanent school in May, which will eventually serve 420 students.
As well as providing students with breakfast and lunch daily, the school also seeks to satisfy the students’ hunger for learning by paying their fees, books and writing materials.
But the help doesn’t end there as Shiundu explains.
"The teachers at St Al’s care for both our quality education and our personal well-being. We are able to talk with them about our problems at home."
These problems are countless. Without electricity, many can’t study after sundown.
Even for those lucky enough to have artificial light, study is frequently disrupted by family members who live, eat and sleep in the same room. Neighbours’ domestic rows, loud music and raised voices from the all-too-prolific Busaa (traditional beer) clubs don’t help either. When it was discovered that some students wore their uniform seven days a week because they had nothing else to wear, a special budget was set up to assist in buying clothes.
Bright future
Yet, despite the myriad problems, enthusiasm and humour abound.
It is remarkable to meet young people who have every reason to be hopeless yet instead focus on their plans and hopes for a brighter future.
This message of hope is a recurring theme when you talk with Ms Jill Juma, a biology and chemistry teacher at the school.
"I go beyond just being a science teacher. I want to teach life skills and empower young lives with hope," she says.
"Providing free education is lifting the burden of poverty for families and enlightening their otherwise dark world with hope. This infectious ‘Yes, we can’ approach has spread to the students. "This is the school of hope," enthuses Atieno Perez Okomo, a grateful Form Four student. "The teachers at St Al’s really care for us and give us hope."
Striving for a better future is expressed practically in a unique six-month voluntary community service programme undertaken by Form Four graduates.
As Principal, Mr Kiambi explains, "our mission and hope is that our graduates learn from the example of benefactors and then perhaps one day return the favour and pass it on to others."
Giving back
Working in schools, health centres, parishes and orphanages, the young people ‘pay forward’ to their own communities what they themselves have received from donors they may never be able to thank personally.
To this, Shiundu is glad to have overheard that conversation at that very moment.
—The writer is a freelance journalist and volunteer teacher
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
A Kenyan Mother dies on her to America for her daughter's graduation
That's like the hardest thing a daughter would have to experience...can you imagine driving to pick up your mom from the airport, and on reaching the gate...they tell you the flight was delayed....ok, you are thinking, cool! it's ok, my mom is in that plane, and i can't wait to see her. So, i'll wait with everyone else. Only that the delay was an emergency landing in another airport, because your mom passed on in the flight. I think i would pass out, and probably not wake up.
I can't even begin to imagine what the family is going through. I pray for strength, peace, faith and the will to go on for this family. May they find an answer.
