HOW TO BE A POLITICIAN!!

Lady_Wira

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Money doesn’t buy happiness, or so we are taught from very tender ages. Aspire to be happy, look for things that hold deep meaning, not material possessions and earthly status. Well, this has gone on for far too long.
Money may not buy happiness, but it buys clothes, puts food on the table and keeps a roof overhead, and these are nothing if not basic things. Question is, can we be happy without these things? Preachers have come and gone all of them preaching “the way of the Lord”, “He rode into Jerusalem on a donkey”, then shortly after delivering their sermon and collecting their cheques they see no problem whatsoever riding past their very flock in their sleek, custom plate German machines.
What makes this even sadder is that the “Men of the Cloth” are not the worst. We have the politicians. For weeks now I have tried to…

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HOW TO BE A POLITICIAN!!

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Money doesn’t buy happiness, or so we are taught from very tender ages. Aspire to be happy, look for things that hold deep meaning, not material possessions and earthly status. Well, this has gone on for far too long.
Money may not buy happiness, but it buys clothes, puts food on the table and keeps a roof overhead, and these are nothing if not basic things. Question is, can we be happy without these things? Preachers have come and gone all of them preaching “the way of the Lord”, “He rode into Jerusalem on a donkey”, then shortly after delivering their sermon and collecting their cheques they see no problem whatsoever riding past their very flock in their sleek, custom plate German machines.
What makes this even sadder is that the “Men of the Cloth” are not the worst. We have the politicians. For weeks now I have tried to steer off this teachers’ pay crisis, up until they went and pushed it over the line of madness. MPESA pay bill so the mwananchi contributes to the teachers’ salary. Okay, suppose we do contribute, and we somehow raise enough to pay teachers this year. Suppose they go back to class and the education system is back on track, what happens next year, we keep contributing? What happens when doctors down their syringes and stethoscopes, do we set up another pay bill? God forbid the police should down their tools. No paybill would ever save us from that.
The strike is on week 4 and either party is just out to drag the other through the mud. I am left wondering, money doesn’t buy happiness, but lack of money brings about chaos and a whole ruckus that has now brought the whole nation to a standstill. The average Kenyan is paying about 6 different forms of tax at the very least, and all these on one paycheck/business. It is a spit on the face to suggest that we dig deeper into our already dry pockets to give to the continuously ballooning civil service. It is absurd to suggest it and unacceptable.
Money doesn’t buy happiness. It is my opinion that this is a ploy to keep the ignorant, unmotivated average people on bare minimums, while the elite, the smart and the big timers cruise through life in three hundred thousand dollar cars.
It’s quite simple actually. Money can buy a jet. Have you ever seen anyone sad in a jet?

Thoughts become things

WHAT TO DO TO GET YOUR GROOVE BACK

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The smile that gets me by...

I’ve had writers block for the longest time. Tried scribbling notes on my notebook , see if anything pops up. Tried reading a little more than usual but all I could come up with is a whole lot of nothing. Barely contracting complete sentences and looking for the next distraction…
Then it dawned on me
If the thing/ one that inspires you, makes you happy or just kick starts your mortar is off balance, everything else might be set off too. I’ve smiled less in the past few weeks, well even been less productive .I’m not the type to rely solely on anyone/anything and definitely not the type to act all OK when all I want is a tight hug and warm embrace from the right person. The weight does get to me, but I keep going. The strongest battles are the battles within, though I keep soldering on it is clearly taking its toll on me in one way or another.
Walking outside , one can miss a lot….pass by people with unimaginable heart breaks, unfathomable illnesses ,undeniable anguish dressed in lavish outfits, elegant accessories and brave smiles. We all fight different battles and as long as we do…as long as we don’t crawl up with a bowl of cereal and hot cocoa longer than we should, then the fight shall be won.
Here is my easy guide to face the day ahead:
* Say a little prayer
*Smile
2 steps that have gotten me going this far.
May my writers block terminate
May my inspiration get ignited
May your journey be worth it
May we all find the thing we most desire before we burn out….
If you take time to read this kindly share what inspires you…

HOW TO JUST BE…

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Ever just wondered, everything that could go wrong did go wrong. We all plan, have somewhat of a layout of how things ought to play out. When the universe goes out of its way to throw you off your game, take you for a punch line and just keep stomping. How do you hold your head high?
Getting lost behind the key board seems like the easiest route. At least to some of my kind. Behind a key board you can say whatever, be whatever , not care much for consequences ,just be. But that’s the worst kind of getting away anyone can do.
Trying to be great and awesome when all you wanna do is crawl in a ball of warm and fuzzy and just let the world pass you by. When all you can manage is your next breathe, just do that…..breath!!
We break, but don’t remain broken. We ache and pain but we heal and mend too.
Do what comforts your soul when all else fails. And for that brief moment step away from behind the key board and experience the beauty of life outside.
It won’t be as easy to talk to strangers, like someone’s Burger or just comment on some random persons slug comment. It won’t be easy to follow someone or re post what they just said.
It will be special, the connections not superficial and the conversations real.
With that said, am putting down my smart phone and hopefully the next person that says “Hi” will be a permanent fixture in my life.
With all the plans out the door, a reality check seems due……