Chapter3;Religion

Yea baby!!! It is hot potato time.
Please feel free to fill a seat in retarded section if by any chance you believe there's no God.
Many people are affiliated to religions for personal reasons.Others {e.g yours truly} found themselves in one.
Growing up if there's one thing in shiku's {God bless her soul}household that we took seriously was,you guessed right, CHURCH.We would rise with the roosters,get dressed in the prescribed attire and leave for mass.
Umoja 1 Catholic is where we would pay homage to the almighty. And time was crucial lest you miss a seat or find a place where you could only hear the Padre but he was out of sight.
The cardinal rule was "do not dare soil the clothes" This was so since water was a gem in Umoja Estate.Time came when we showed enough teeth to be dragged down to "Mafundisho"that was the beginning of my critical view of virtually all religions.
After creation the human-folk was dispatched with one common denominator,,(drums roll) A BRAIN!!!
The stories in the bible you'll agree with me hardly hold water.I further feel very insulted when it is shoved down the throats of innocent children that man was made from clay and woman from a man's rib.What hog wash. Evolution makes much sense.
See creationists have that feeling of self-worth that just makes me wanna cut myself.They always try to force their way as the absolute,unquestionable truth.Not on my watch.The holy book is punctuated by numerous  inconsistencies and a bluff of vicious hellish inferno if one doesn't conform to these absurdities.
In nazi ruled Germany it was simple.It was either you champion their ideologies or you're dead.The religious "almighty"says its either you love me or I send you to hell.I find no difference in the two scenarios.Jews were being massacred for just being that.They cry foul.Still the "almighty" they believe in will want to massacre non believers when the impending judgment day finally arrives.
People who refuse to think for themselves are a sad lot.Why would people spend their whole lives believing on the rain-makers while you have meteorologists for that.
Here comes my aim of starting this blog .Simple. Getting rid of the one thing that Einstein termed as infinite human stupidity.
The society should let children attain their age of majority to decide for themselves whether to be religious.Parents should only be charged with the task of developing a positive conscience that's all.
My view is that God exists but not on the wave length of religion.His is a power that superceeds human comprehension.And do not be fooled the world is not ending..It is ever dynamic and possibly man from the future will ultimately be able to decipher God.People tend to make a song and dance out of my religious views,this is all I say to them....
Pamoja tutumie ubongo.

CHAPTER 1;PIPE DREAM VIS A VIE REALITY

I  wanna be a rockstar.I want everyone to like me. ME AND ME ALONE I wanna play the electric guitar…..
I can only play drums..I can only play that infuriating, frequent to every kip, kipchir and kipchirchir tune.tu ta tu ta tu.
At least I know shiku {my mum} likes me and of course my old man and my lovely sisters do too.
I WANNA BE FAMOUS
Life, elegant ladies and distinguished gentlemen, hardly turns out as we expect. Every time you set the bar high you never really have a safety net idea in case your ambitions fall through. Some religious folk may say the devil is a liar, well that’s a bite we’ll have to chew in the future but I,Okoth K’Olwal, have a slightly different perspective toward life. I may come off as rather eccentric but hey every village has its generous share of weirdos.
I have always harbored a desire to be a whole lot of things.From those days {god bless them} in kindergarten we would be asked to come up with a list of what we would want to become in life and with pride put them in bullet form(I cant do it in word) Driver,cobbler,shop-keeper etc.
Well you can’t blame us entirely because we fell in that age cluster where the law would recognize us as infants.and not in any way looking down on these modest professions.I used to run a shop at some point in my childhood.
As we progressed our ideas changed and we yearned for greater things.All these aspirations summed up together and distributed on our growth curves almost carve us out as the generation with no direction.
Our education system is fucked up.Sorry to say.It has been that way for a long time.The professors that we regurgitate do nothing much than perpetuate the same fuckery that they went through.And we pride ourselves in having two of these fools at the helm of the ministry in charge.Every time I check there is always crap about curriculum developers and publishers blowing hot exhaust through our ears with the gospel of revised edition in the course books used in our schools.That is  their interpretation of “kubadirisha rangi ya kitabu”
This is why high school never made much sense to me and I’m sure the feeling is mutual to many Kenyans.

By the time you are through you feel a notch higher on the scale of stupidity.You just do not know what you want.When presented with a list of careers you are as confused as a baby in a topless bar.My two cents on occupational dilemmas is one should enter high school and only do the subjects that he/she believes will help them in future,ours is focused more on the quantity bit and the quality is in the toilet.My heart goes to those already damaged by the system.Make the best out of the situation you found yourself in.When life throws you a lemon duck and show it your middle finger..That to me is the authentic definition of success.

I will rarely quote any famous people since I also would like to be inducted in their cloaks of fame.Here is one of my own;Success in my estimation is neither a function nor a derivative of rigorous and laborious activity.It is simply how you bridge the gap between fantasy and reality.

CHAPTER TWO; THE MAN

Kenny Rogers got it right; life presents you with situations that you must savor so that history may not judge you harshly. TO BE THE MAN YOU HAVE TO BEAT THE MAN.

`My first and subsequent fights were really nothing to write home about. I lost. Badly and shamefully. See at a certain time in my infancy I weighed in a little more than my age would permit. I believed that I was exceeding in potency, doughty in heart and superior in warfare. The proverbial devil in me deemed it fit to exert my authority amongst my peers. I hinted at my wing man (may he rot in hell) that I would soon call out the raunda’s(or hood) stud for an old fashioned brawl. I needed to watch a few 5-bob-deejayed in kikuyu dialect action flicks to brush up on my skills for the bout.

Discretion was clearly an alien concept to my buddy. The next day I was perched up on the third floor of an incomplete flat we occupied. I could not help but notice an army of kids approaching the gate and the boxing guru being given a little pep talk by his “coach” Yea we had coaches however absurd it may sound. See coming from the hood with no toys and no playstations, we were pretty much the masters of our own imagination.

I damn near piss my pants.”JUMP” said my silly side. Before I could collect my thoughts he was collecting me from the ground. Kicks here blows there rained in on me. It was what we branded a flawless beat down. I did not throw even a speculative fist. Then came my clanger moment when I started apologizing. I’ve had to pause typing for this to sink in. For those who had the privilege or lack of it of being raised by the streets know. It is a general principle. You don’t express regret in battle. I came to learn later when my “friends” chanted “nisamehe” every time I walked by.

This was a bad day in the office as I look back to the events as they unfolded and think to myself, “I COULD TAKE THAT GUY” or so I still think.

In life challenges are only worth the tag if you confront them with boulders between your legs so as to reflect on your experiences and say hey I came this far and next time this is the point I change tact.