WHAT DO YOU TELL YOURSELF EVERY MORNING AS YOU START THE DAY?

● Moses would say, “Lord, if You don’t go with us or before us, we are not going anywhere.”

● Abraham would say, “The Lord will provide.”

● Jacob would say, “I won’t let go of You unless You bless me.”

● Joshua would say, “As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.”

● Samuel would say, “Speak, Lord, for Your servant is listening.”

● Nehemiah would say, “The joy of the Lord is my strength.”

● David would say, “The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want.” _and “This is the day that the Lord has made and I will rejoice and be glad in it.”_

● Solomon would say, “Trust in the Lord, oh my soul, and lean not on your own understanding, in all your ways acknowledge Him and He shall direct your path.”

● Isaiah would say, “Arise and shine for my Glory has come.” and “No weapon formed against me shall prosper.”

● Jeremiah would say, “The Lord has plans to prosper me and not to harm or fail me.” ● Jabez would say, “Oh, that you may bless me and enlarge my territory.”

● Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego would say, “We will not bow down to any image but will serve the Lord.”

● Ezekiel would say, “Any dry bones in my life, live again.”

Choose your daily statement of faith. Meditate on it! Speak it every morning.

How you wake tells how you work in the day. You are the master over your day and prefect of your motivation. Whether you think you will make it or not, either way you are right. Start every day with a ‘I will make it’ attitude, walk tall, stand your ground, command every situation, tell yourself, ‘I am the best.’

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CHILDREN are a joy and fun

From one mother to another mother..

There were days when My home used to be filled with laughter, arguments, fights, jokes and loads of mischief. Books used to be strewn all over the show. Pens and books all over, and clothes messing the rooms, thrown on the beds. I used to shout at them to tidy up their mess.

In the morning: One will wake up and say : Mama I can’t find a certain book. And the other will say : I can’t find my perfume, And one will say : Mama where’s my homework. And another : Mama I forgot to complete my homework. Everyone used to ask about their lost possessions. And I will say, but take care of your stuff, be responsible, you have to grow up. And today I stand at the doorway of the room. The beds are empty.

All the cupboards have only a few pieces of clothes in them. And what remains is the smell of perfume that lingers in the air. Everyone had a special smell. So I take in the smell of their perfume for maybe it will fill the empty ache in my heart.

All I have now is the memory of their laughs and their mischief and their warm hugs. Today my house is clean and organized and everything is in its place, and it is calm and peaceful. But it is like a desert with no life in it.

Do not become angry with your kids about the mess. Every time they come to visit and they spend time with us, when they are ready to leave. They pull their bags and it is as if they tug my heart along with it. They close the door behind them and then I stand still and think of the many times I shouted them to close the doors. Here I am today, closing my own doors. Nobody opens it besides me. Each one gone to a different city or a different country. All left to find their own path in life. They have grown up and I wished that they could stay with me forever. Oh! God…..

Take care of them & all other children wherever they may be, for You are their guide and protector …and always keep them happy. If your children are still in the stage that you need to talk and talk before they could get things done in the house, please, cherish and endure it with joy, don’t nag, they will soon leave your home for you, remember they were not there at the beginning of your marriage.

Now that they are around, make them happy. Dedicated to all mothers and fathers.

CHOPPER CRASH IN LAKE NAKURU

CHOPPER CRASHA

A helicopter with 8 people aboard flying media crew crashed in LAKE Nakuru. The helicopter came down shortly after taking off from Jarika Hotel, Nakuru.Plane Crash in Nakuru

The crew abroad is said to have been on their entourage to covering a campaign crusade.

Rescue efforts underway…
The fateful incidence was confirmed by Nakuru County Commissioner Joshua Nkanatha.

According to him,
“A chopper reg no 5Y NMJ crashed into lake Nakuru this morning with five occupants. Rescue operations being organised…”
Among those feared to be in the crash is one Sam Gitau, Jackie Maribe et al.

Sam, today morning posted on Facebook about their chopper taking off for Narok.

COVER IT! MARRIAGE AWAITS

I’ve been watching your most recent moves as pinned on FACEBOOk and I must admit, Life is sweet..as you put it YOLO!

With life been so nice, help me unravel this..

You see, it’s October

2017, and you are not getting any
younger. You have a life ahead of you
and time is wearing out so fast. I have
seen you since the year began, posting your clubbing photos on
Facebook, talking about how the bash rocked, how you wanna get yet another
tattoo, how you want to pierce your
navel, lips, tongue and equivalents.

My dear friend,

that may be fine. But did you realize that time is flying and soon, you’ll be fit for marriage, sooner than you admit, you shall be already late???

Some facts are too deep but must be treated with the importance they carry.

TRUTH IS,

No man wants to date a woman who has
tattooed her body all over. From neck through breasts to unmentionables.

I’ve no problem with your tattoos, but how will
you even breastfeed your child with your “scratched” bosom?

No man
wants to pick you to/from a club, takeyou home and call you his wife. If one so does, chances are that she’ll go back there anytime and any man could as well house her.

On contrary, if he picks you/her out of your mother’s house,
He won’t mind if you go back there when you fall out because he willalways come back for you, out of the love we’ve shared.

You are
always the first to update, “Thank God
it’s Friday(TGIF), leo form ni gani???” You want to rave and celebrate
every Friday. But if I ask you what
exactly you are celebrating, you won’t
even explain. Some will be quick to
say, “I’m celebrating my life.” Does it mean the rest who are not ‘celebrating’ are dead???

If you want to
party every Friday, try and achieve
something every week, that is worth celebrating every Friday. That
reminds me, as you are busy doing the
famous “duck face” pose on Facebook,
someone somewhere is uploading her
graduation photos on the same Facebook. As you are busy
talking about you Bluemoon and famous mzinga,
someone somewhere is talking about
her forthcoming exams and their business deal impending. As you are
busy listening to Beyonce telling you
“dump that broke dude and live
independently as a single lady,” always
remember that she lives in America,
not Africa, and is happily married to
Jay-Z. As you are busy exposing your body on Facebook,

someone is committed to hiding her cute figure in decent clothes, waiting for the right eyes to see the right thing for the right purpose in the right manner.

Before the Next bash, think about time and your future.

Mercy leaves us Merciless

The news broke be like a mallet on a sponge . The News caught me unawares. It could be that I’m easily moved, (which I am) but this one never spared me an inch. Yesterday (18.10.2017) by morning hours, I learnt the unforgiving story. A day later, Today (19.10.2017) at exactly 7:48pm, I had an ad-lib meeting with my long time friend Cosmas Mutuku at Kathiani town. His version of the story that I knew left me mouth-open. I met Cosmas around 7years ago. Where, how we met…story for another day. In this given contextual setting, He seems to have known one #Mercy_Shihoka_Khavere closer and more. We the three share one thing in common, OUR HIGH SCHOOL. Personally I know know her neither have we ever met. Nonetheless, once a schoolmate, forever shall be. Mercy, First year in JKUAT was such a close friend to his classmate and my Friend Cosmas. They are in different universities but they chat and converse frequently. On Tuesday, via a chat, Mercy informed Cosmas that she was somewhat unless and by guess of things, she had malaria. #Mercy, “I think I have Malaria, between Kakuyuni and Kathiani hospitals, which one can I be served at fairer rates?” She wanted to travel home for check up on Wednesday (the following day) for the treatment. (Kakuyuni and Kathiani are in Machakos county, Kangundo and Kathiani constituencies respectively). In his kindness, Cosmas (Alias Cosy) advised her to leave not on the following day, Wednesday, but actually the very Tuesday. Through his Networks, he would see to it that Mercy gets medical assistance free of charge from his doctor friends in Kathiani General Hospital. By so, they ruled out Kakuyuni for Kathiani. Mercy agreed to travel from JKUAT for Kathiani via Machakos through Mombasa road. She left Nairobi by around 11am. On her departure, she told Cosy that her phone was going off and so requested him to await her at the Entrance of KATHIANI LEVEL 4 Hospital. (From Nairobi to Kathiani is around 1¾ hours and so she could be arriving by around 1pm). They agreed and struck their sweet deal. This was such a deal, so sweet to see a friend travel kilometers to come enjoy your hospitality and serve from your kindness plater. For whatever reasons, Cosy got an engagement in Kyevaluki (4km away ) and yes, he went as he gave Mercy the 1¾hours time allowance to arrive at their agreed point of meeting. By whichever fate, Cosy forgot this sweet deal till late in the evening. He is not any forgetful -I know him- but this day He became. He went home (Kathiani) from Kyevlauki late in the evening where he found his brother who happened to be a mutual friend to Mercy. Cosy’s brother gave him more undeserved news. To cut it all short, Mercy grew weaker and on arriving at Athi-River, near shalom hospital, the state was worse and so the driver strayed his way to the nearby police block. They informed the police not far off their reference place (Athi river) that they had a sick passenger who apparently was alone and growing weaker and sallower. The police took Mercy and rushed her to Shalom Hospital. On arrival to the hospital, Mercy was pronounced DEAD. Cosy never believed anybody, now even the trustable brother, until he packed and went to the mortuary by himself and Yes, Cosy together with Benpaul Kilonzo found their great friend and classmate truly Resting in peace. Mercy joined the indomitable Kyevaluki school in 2013 at since her enrollment to her last exam, she remained on top in her class, a brainy lady and a champion. As a partaker of common historic route, we have lost a #SHUJAA, a gallant extrovert and a Godfearing champion. All we do, is to thank God for everything and tell Mercy’s soul to rest easily. In the sweet we shall meet. “Together with other angels, watch over us” #END

I FEEL GUILTY..True story


If you have basic necessities -food, Clothing and shelter, don’t think it’s your right, THANK GOD.

A few minutes, just 5minutes to be precise, I’ve had an encounter that has left me somewhat guilty and discouraged.

I’m aboard a shuttle from Tala to Nairobi. The shuttle is packed beyond the legal capacity. Like 3km to Malaa, the good tout alerts the driver to pull off to pick three kids. Yes, they had to stand into aisle.

I am seated in the back seat with two other gents. The shuttle is quite squeezed though.

The three new ‘passengers’ have something interesting. Oh yeah, it’s a boy and two girls.
They are so humbly dressed. The boy in a tired short and a recolored Jersey.
Within a period of like two minutes after their boarding, the passengers seated next to where the boy is standing raised a complain, “konda huyu boy anamaji sana, Kwani kijana umeanguka kwa maji?”
The innocent boy smiled and said, “nimefua SAA hii”.
The complain grew more conspicuous.
I kept thinking of this boy, so I did the funniest, I squeezed myself to create space for one person. Then I had the boy sit next to me. I ASAP got interrogating him in a jovial manner. (By this time, the two sisters are on his laps).
To cut it all short, the boy told me that all he calls his wardrobe is the tired short and the crying T-shirt. They are already wet since he’d just washed and put them on for lack of a single option.

They live with their old mum who keeps them by casual fees (though she hardly gets the ‘kibarua’ jobs).

Yes, they were going to Malaa shopping Centre to beg for food.
How smiling they looked left me GUILTY and thankful to God for the little I have.
I tried to get any contact I could reach the boy (mum) by later times all in vain. The mum has no phone. Yes, I gave them money for food but I still feel GUILTY for two things.
Not thanking God enough, Not being in a position to help this here angels enough.

Thank God for All you have friend.
*END

THE BLESSINGS OF DISAPPOINTMENT

I was pondering about life, I discovered that: Sometimes, to succeed in life you need ENEMIES…. Yes!!! You need people who will mock you, so that you can run to God. You need people who will try to intimidate you, so that you can be courageous. You need people who will say NO so that you can learn how to be independent…to stand on your own two feet. You need people who will disappoint you so that you can put all your trust and faith in God alone. You need people who will work towards you loosing that job, so that you can start your own business. You need people who will sell your ‘Joseph’ so that ‘you’ can get to Egypt and be a Prime Minister in a strange land of captivity. Click Here for free website You need a cruel landlord, so that you won’t be too comfortable in someone else’s house, then you can get your own house. But sometimes, when we are disappointed, we feel very bad and we tend to remain in that condition. Not knowing that the end-point of disappointment is the beginning of your accomplishments. Understand this, “that every disappointment you had came with a blessing!” .However, it is not everyone that partakes in this blessing. You cannot see a new OPEN door while you are still putting all your attention, time and energy in trying to force the closed one to open. Again I say, “No disappointment can ever come without an attached blessing!” So, when the disappointment come, thank God for it and tell “HIM” to open your eyes to see the new blessing that HE has in store for you! Disappointment is PHASE1 while accomplishment is PHASE2. I doubt if one can bypass the phases. That is why it is called BREAKTHROUGH Something must BREAK so that you can go THROUGH!

EKURU AUKOT wins

The Kenya High court allows Ekuru Aukot to be included in the fresh presidential elections.

Aukot petitioned the ruling of IEBC that nominated only two candidates to run the repeat polls. The petitioning followed Raila’s dissatisfaction in the results of 8.8.2017 where Uhuru Kenyatta was declared a winner.

Yesterday, 10.10.2017, NASA presidential candidate who was the petitioner of the 8th August poll declared his withdrawal from this race. His move put IEBC and judiciary in a bare stalemate on what happens next.

Raila’s withdrawal from the poll might now be declared null and irrelevant since he isn’t the only possible competitor in the race.

The other possibility is that the ballot papers shall have only two names as deemed before but this time round Uhuru and Aukot.

Could Raila’s move be a political suicidal manoeuvre?

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UTHAMAKISUMU Can’t Help Kenya..

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The worst thing this nation would have for itself is allowing it’s ‘independent institutions’ be pocketed by pointless politicians.

The constitution is left on it own to do self- implementation, judiciary belongs to tribal divides, legislature traded logic for majority and their wayward way,
Human rights bodies are just legs minus bodies, media belongs to the highest bidder and WOE BELONGS TO THE ALMIGHTY CITIZEN.

Neither UK nor RAO can change the direction this nation is headed to.

If Uhuru could help, we could be seeing more efforts in keeping the law and economy at sanctity. If Raila would be of help to this nation, he would be giving more solutions instead of questioning everything. He is now using economic threats to pour his anger.

Only the sovereign citizenry in its supreme power that never is anyway, can help this nation.

PACKAGE 3.
TO THE MARRIED AND POTENTIAL COUPLES
Here are somebody’s
words for their better marrriages. Love is a choice, not emotions. One chooses to love or grow affectionate. It hardly comes by a chance. However, getting married makes you no less vulnerable to Funny love Circles, you will always meet someone better looking, more beautiful, handsome, richer, taller and
stronger than your spouse and yes, you can’t control that. GUYS, getting married hardly quarantines you from meeting these sweet female friend- ma freeze and shines, THANK GOD, they are not necessarily better
than your wife at all. They are just sexually
available and romantically ready. If you are a player lacking opportunity, sorry but you are in for it. These ‘dellilaic’ chics have the best words for the itching ears, they display everything in daylight. Not to suit the weather, but to inform you of what you seem not to know. MY DRESS MY CHOICE is the newest slogan in the town. When you get married, the only thing
that keeps you married is the DECISION YOU MAKE. You
have chosen him or her out of millions and
decided to marry him or her which is final. Getting married isn’t a repellent against you former EXs.
They have not given up yet.
That young lady meets you and ask you “is
your wife pleasing you?” That’s time to run
LOL. If you have to talk, paint your spouse the most valued element, in fact gotten from Jupiter and no other available. Remember, the marriage ring cannot
protect you from guys, you know that. The
guys at the street don’t want your ring, they
want you, but you already got your choice. So
we should always stand by the choice we made
because some people biggest dreams is others`
biggest reality. #Timothymakasa

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