August 2018

When I was young, over Christmas holidays my cousins and I would be taken to the village by our parents to spend the holidays with our grandparents. We would spend lots of time engaging ourselves with farm-related activities such as coffee picking (my favorite activity at the farm), drawing water from the well to water the livestock that my grandparents had and also getting them napier grass to feed them.

The other day I met someone whose sense of humor is just on another level. We were talking about health and fitness, and how much people struggle to have a six-pack. Then from nowhere he said something that left everyone who heard him in guffaws, tears and rib aches. This is what he said, “You know what I have is a six-pack waiting to be properly arranged”. Actually it is the way he said it and how he packed those words into that one statement that left everyone in stitches.

Two weeks ago right here on this column, I wrote an article that my editor titled “Why you should move on despite various negative incidents”.  On 11^th of August, exactly one week after the article appeared here, the same article appeared elsewhere in a different local newspaper but not for the reasons you might be thinking of. The writer was not plagiarizing my article but instead, he was using it as raw material for his own column.

What is the value of your life? I believe this is a question few people can answer, and even fewer have ever bothered to think about it. Today I’d like to share the experience of a young boy who sought to find out the answer to this question from his grandmother. Here goes...