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FATHERS MAKE GREAT MOTHERS, THAT IS HEAVEN!

Background God REGRETTED/GRIEVED creating a human being!! Wait! Hold up, what!? Now, I am no bishop or pastor nor have I ever attended a single class in any bible school but when in Genesis 2 God Almighty, the Alpha and the Omega, Creator of heaven and earth the I AM creates a man in His own image and four chapters later in Genesis 6:6 REGRETTES creating him, then something is terribly wrong with this story that many Christians do not like thinking about and is rarely spoken of in many sermons delivered in our churches. (Make sure you read the book of Enoch about how the angels fell because they did before the creation of man. Ooh, if you are wondering what the book of Enoch is read 1 st and 2 nd Peter and Jude) God created everything that is on earth and in heaven and He was pleased with everything except one! That man should be alone (I would have put here where this is mentioned in Genesis but please go read for yourself.) now this is just the beginning of the stor

KENYAN PLAYER EPISODE 1

They were sitting at the far left end of a varsity football pitch which doubles up as a rugby pitch. Shady bent over to his left such that Faltalo’s back was covering him. He pulled out the joint from his rugged jeans and a lighter from his leather jacket.  He lit it but the wind was making it a little difficult for the dried herb to burn. He finally got it burning and he pulled the smoke into his lungs. A few seconds later he blew out rings of smoke into the afternoon air. Okay, maybe they were not rings exactly so let us say he blew out the smoke through his nose. I hope that makes it sound gangster enough because that is what I am going for. v     Shady: by the way Faltalo, are you still dating Linda? No, Sarah, or was it Annabel? Mc’ Adams: shagging, dating, they are all the same right. Faltalo: No I am not. It was Sarah. Shady: I thought you were now keen on settling down? Mc’ Adams: I told you, this guy will never be faithful. Faltalo: I just haven’t found

CONFESSIONS OF A KENYAN PLAYER

Let us first all agree that being a player is not easy, right? Salute to all the players out there wherever you are! It is hard work! Pretending to be stupid when your spouse finds that I miss you text on your phone and you have to give very stupid and unwarranted explanations. Waking up in the middle of the night just to reply to a text and immediately delete it then block that number till the next day when you are alone then unblock it and try to explain to an angry lover why you were off the entire night.  This addiction requires patience, multiple personalities and a tongue genetically engineered to lying.  I have been a player myself; I know what I am talking about. In fact, you can quote me on this subject.  It is probably more difficult than working at a construction site. It takes every last of your so called intelligence to just pull off playing two persons, now imagine playing five or ten persons simultaneously. It drains you, but for some strange reason, it is adrenalin

DON'T JUDGE ME PASTOR, JUST PREACH!!

We are addicted to so many things: Sex, drugs, masturbation, alcohol, cheating, lying, homosexuality, pornography, and stealing, killing, rape. This list is extremely long. We are addicted to one thing or the other, if not us, then one of our family members, if not family then a friend or just someone you know.  The need to control them and make them stop is just overwhelming. We take them to rehab centers, specialists, to daktari mashuhuri kutoka Zanzibar and most commonly to pastors, for prayers. This is typical human reaction to circumstances beyond their control. What if I told you that there is a better way? If a child has not been taught and convinced that you can eat vegetables with visitors while there is meat in the kitchen, then that child will embarrass you by asking for it. They will not know that they are doing something wrong by asking for that meat. So how do we expect for an alcoholic to know that they are doing something wrong when they drink themselves silly and

MR. & MRS. RIGHT

I have realized just how easy it is to give relationship advice. Anyone can do it that has been in a relationship. Any kind of relationship really, regardless whether that relationship was healthy or not.  I have had my own share of breakups and one thing has been constant in all of them. My ex was the problem. She just wasn’t right for me. She never understood me. We fought a lot and I hate fighting. Therefore I am waiting for the right girl that will understand me. See that is the typical relationship advice I would give if I was not being honest with myself. The truth is, in every single relationship that I was involved in and never worked out I shoulder half the blame. She never understood me because I never opened up to her about my feelings. She felt like I let her down so many times and I was not there for her because I never told her I was broke at the time she needed my financial help. I pretended I could help her but I was just buying time. So now I lock myself in a de

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DATING A SINGLE MUM.

Personally I have never dated a single mum before, but I had a very intriguing conversation about that subject with a friend yesterday and being a writer, I had to give my unsolicited opinion about it. Therefore what you are about to read is my own fictional dialogue between myself and my friend on this intriguing topic for your solicited opinions. I : “Would you date a single mum?” My friend : “Yes. I totally would.” I : “Would you marry a single mum?” My friend: “No! I doubt I would.” I: “Why?” My friend: “I don’t know. I guess it kinda feels right when the woman I marry gives me my first son.” I: “Huh! Help me understand that.” My friend: “Understand what?” I: “Why you would date her but not marry her.” My friend: “They give a good f**k” I: “Wow! I don’t know how to respond to that” My friend: “But it is true. They always feel like they have to offer more when they meet a guy. When they get a baby and the man is not around they kinda feel damaged