Last week I had an encounter I had not expected or even imagined happening. It was an encounter that left me incapacitated for the whole week and actually, even as I write this article, I’m still feeling the effects of that encounter. Wait, I think the encounter must have happened a few weeks before last week, but it is only the effects of the encounter that were manifested this last week. Actually, now that I think about it, I remember reading somewhere that it takes between 9 – 40 days before malaria symptoms finally start showing in a victim’s body. 

It is the first Sunday of the final quarter of the year. Not sure you’ve noticed this, but we are already in the quarter represented by double digits, and the festive season is just around the corner. This is normally a defining moment for many, where one person suddenly realizes they’ve wasted a whole nine months, while another jumps in jubilation because they are actually doing very well on their annual to-do list, or goals for the year if you so wish to call them.

The other day I heard some Swahili sayings that reminded me those days when I was in school. We used to have this Swahili teacher who would consistently use Swahili sayings to instill the fear of life in us. Looking back at those days, now I realize that her intentions were right but her approach was somehow off. She should not have been using the sayings to scare us, but she should have been using them to make us understand that in life, nothing comes easy.

Every day I go out jogging, I encounter things that really amuse me, from people telling me “pole kwa uchovu wa mazoezi”, others whistling at me to try get my attention, then of course there are those drivers who just flash their headlights at me assuming I will interpret the meaning of the flash, then there’s that mad (insane, lunatic) guy who is extremely physically fit because he is always jogging or doing some crazy Abs exercises - Dude has some serious 8-pack!

Remember the story I shared last week about the cabbie named Wasu? Well, for some reason that story stuck in my mind and I found myself thinking about it consistently. I know what you are thinking; but you are the one who shared the story so why would you keep thinking about it? I guess the sole reason is because of the many lessons we can learn from Wasu, lessons like what happens when you decide to change yourself instead of your circumstances.

Someone shared this story that I thought was quite something….

I was waiting in line for a ride to the airport somewhere in India. When a cab pulled up, the first thing I noticed was that the taxi was polished to a bright shine. Smartly dressed in a white shirt, black tie, and freshly pressed black slacks, the cab driver jumped out and went round the car to open the back passenger door for me.

The other day a friend and brother in Christ went to Facebook to show off his latest business venture; chicken farming, specifically broilers. He has quite a number of broilers and as I watched them, my mind went back to basics. Suddenly I had this crazy question nagging me at the back of my mind wanting to be desperately answered. Question was, how do those tiny chicks manage to break out of an egg? How do they know it’s time? As always, I decided to visit my friend Google to find out whatever information I could and I have to admit I was amazed at what I found out.