Friday, March 6, 2015


Kings rule over a kingdom, they dominate a throne,

They have power and authority over many,

Many bow before them, they have servants at their command,

Kingship is valuable, sweet.....many admire the throne.

Kings may be appointed, anointed or even inherited,

I believe everyone is a king in their own capacity,

We all  have a kingdom to rule over, OUR LIVES

You have authority over your life, you can be a good or a bad king depending on the choices you make on your throne.

A quick question, what is the foundation of your Kingdom, who are you serving?

Your throne is the central part of the kingdom, which is your mind, your heart, your soul.

There are gates to your throne that need to be guarded your eyes, your mouth, your ears,

be careful what you bring into your throne it could build or destroy your kingdom.

Proverbs 23:7 For as a man thinketh in his heart so is he......

James Allen says, '' A man's mind may be likened to a garden, which may be intelligently 

cultivated or allowed to run wild; but whether cultivated or not it must and will bring forth.

If no useful seeds are put into it, then an abundance of useless weed will fall there in and will continue to produce their 


Your's Truly


Tuesday, February 25, 2014


On several occasions people have been heard to say that, if you love someone so much, you somehow get a connection that enables you to feel when something terrible happens to them. Whether it’s true or not, research will shed some light hopefully soon, but if my life experiences is the litmus test for this then the result would be positive.
On this particular day waking up earlier than usual I went out for my usual morning jog. It was a fairly warm morning and the conditions were perfect for a good jog session of which was anticipated but was not to be. A few minutes into the session, experiencing shortness of breath and blurred vision, a strong sharp pain from my nape cut through my body. Been on a strict diet and a daily two hours exercise routine, am what you could consider healthy, this was very unusual. Other than for the usual checkups where the doctors had always given me a good bill of health, hospital visit were rare. Anxiety and fright took a tool on me not understanding what was happening. The only other time and day this had happened, officially went into the records of my life as the worst day ever. My dear dad had passed on. Sitting by the road side, my heart beating faster and harder than usual, fear got a grip of me and couldn't help but think of the worst. Am I okay? Are my loved ones okay? Many questions ran through my head but couldn't find an answer to any of them.
Wandering what was happening to me, trying hard to be positive amidst all this confusion my phone rang. My sister Sarah, She is what you could describe as very jovial, talkative and always in a good mood. Just what was needed to cheer me up. Answering but with caution, the conversation started without the usual greetings and exchange of pleasantries as it has always been the norm. In a low soft tone she called out my name and asked, “Can you come home now?”  Thought the worst couldn't even utter a single word, something was wrong. Got up, rushed to the house, showered, dressed and left for home. A trip home has always been something to look forward too but not on this day. It was characterized with tension and anxiety as so many things went through my head. Something was wrong that was certain, but what, no idea. Efforts to contact my brother were in futility as my calls to his mobile phone went straight to voice mail. Blood rushed through my veins as a result of the uncertainty of the situation back home.
Once home the usual welcome party of joyful faces of friends and family had been replaced with sad and worried stares, you could tell from their faces that something terrible had happened. Rushing up the staircase that leads to the house, I met my sister. She was weeping and looked beat up and her hair unkempt, this was very weird for someone who believed in good looks and her hair was her first love. Hugging her and enquiring what was happening, all that came out of her were sobs as she continued weeping. Amidst the confusion my eyes filled with tears, things were definitely not okay. Hurriedly getting up, dashed into my mother’s bedroom as it was definite that she would be strong enough to let me know what was wrong. She was not there. Two of my aunties were seated on her bed saying nothing to each other. The silence was terrifying you could have heard a pin drop, saying hi they both turned and nodded without uttering a word. Couldn't hold it anymore and out of frustration burst out and shouted “can someone tell me what is going on!” My aunt held my hand and said to me “I am very sorry, but your mum has gone to be with the Lord.” “What! No! God, why us again? First it was Dad now Mum, why? Don’t we deserve happiness? Are we so bad? Haven’t we been faithful to you? Where did we go so wrong to deserve this?” In tears and disbelief this was all that came out of my mouth. My mother had been shot dead.

 Life seemed to have no meaning anymore. There was no point of living if those I loved the most were gone. I too wanted to die, then maybe just maybe I could be reunited with the ones I loved. I wept and mourned for days, months and years……………………………………………..

Friday, February 14, 2014


True love is kind, tender and caring

True love understands that when you cry the tears are to be wiped or shared

True love does not mock, but offers a listening ear

True love inspires hope, it does not kill dreams

True love uplifts, it does not demean or  pull you down to the drains

True love does not run away from difficulties, it walks you through tough times

True love brings success not failure

True love does not lie it is true

True love is polite, it observes etiquette

True love is meek, it shows gratitude

True love is not fake, it is real

Sow true love and reap true love 

Inspired by Pastor Lad

Tuesday, January 28, 2014










Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Appreciate not for anything

Some days are special, not because I won a lottery but because I am alive

Somethings are special, not because anything has changed about them but because

they never fade our smiles

Some people are special, not because they are perfect but because they keep loving us

even when we don't deserve it

Some occasions are special, not because we are celebrating but because they change our lives for good

Some seasons are special, not because they are any different but because we experience them differently

Some friends are special, not because they have more to offer, but the little they offer is genuine

Some moments are special, not because we received gifts but because they impacted our lives and

we will forever be grateful.

Special people are not necessarily made specially, it is the little things they do specifically and specially for us.

Appreciate!!!!  Appreciate!!!

Friday, October 4, 2013


It was a Saturday morning

The sun was out, I like many other had a crave for different things

I really wanted some planet yoghurt, chilled smoothie

But I had to work, my plans were cancelled

Many drove to the mall, to Westgate precisely

Children were running up to play, parents were busy shopping

Many young people were hanging out, at their favorite joint

A sunny day turned smoky black

Pwa pwa twaaa twaaa boom boom uuuuiiiiii mummmyyy dadddyyy

All kind of sounds were heard, a really cold day in September

Lives were lost, fear engraved hearts, tension was in the atmosphere

First, second..............................................

Was that not enough?????

Third day........................................................

We cried, we bled but we held hands and we were one

We showed love, kindness and unity

We prayed for each other, we mourned together

It was a cold day in September

Monday, August 5, 2013

The little things that matter......

Life is too short to keep complaining, whining and hurting others.

Holding grudges and hating others is a load to heavy to carry....

Why hold on to it while you can let go and let God??????

At times we are too quick to speak we don't think about the consequences of our words

Some words are too heavy, too blunt, too hurting, too sharp, too hard, they make others bleed,

they shatter, they destroy, they take away happiness, they bring sadness, they are bitter;

why say them while you can stay silent instead..

Wise people don't have a mouth diarrhea, fools speak not well thought words

The wise know when to speak and what to say and to whom say what

Why be a fool while you can be wise????????

A smile goes a long way, a compliment lightens a heart, laughter brightens the mood

Friendship creates a bond, oneness is enhanced

Good words bless, forgiveness unites

Don't complicate simple is beautiful

Make life more fulfilling, color the world with joy

Live a fulfilling life................................................