Jenwaki's Life Bench

In the western countries, Christmas is associated with Santa Clause and Christmas Tree. In Africa, mainly in Kenya, Christmas is traveling upcountry to your folks to slaughter that goat you've been fattening the whole year, drink a lot of booze and catch up. Christmas is actually the day we celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ. Its mainly celebrated on the 25th of December but I am meant to understand that some Christians celebrate it on 6th of January. Imagine having Christmas holidays in the month of January? It is possible since we have the new year and from there we could probably carry on maybe till the month is over. Wouldn't that be just fantastic? There would be no holiday blues like I already have as I had to yank myself from receiving some massive TLC away from the hustles and bustles of the City. I remember most Christmas days since I was 4 years old like it was just yesterday. The Carols, the psyche throughout the month, the decorations in our homes and outside, th...

One of the major things that affect our present life and may have materialized from our past is Obsession.   Obsession may often surface after the loss of the subject/object or a heightened desire for a subject/object. It is like wanting to see a picture or a memory of the object/subject all the time, wanting to spent every moment analyzing the characteristics and movements of this subject/object and even sometimes having to stop what you are doing to search for it. Obsession can go both ways, negative or positive. Negative obsession may take lot of your time, energy and sometimes even finances. It can delay your desire to move on or pursue other things that could otherwise improve your life.   In positive obsession for example, you may be obsessed about making money or bettering your life, which can lead to just that as you are persistent in your pursuit.   Another thing from our past that affects our present is emotional baggage. Mostly, if your life has been ...

It always amazes me how much I can construct thoughts and all that construction sometimes crumbles down the moment I sit down to write about it. I may at times succeed in writing those thoughts but when I start proofreading, I get amused at how much different the written thoughts sounds. So today, I was cruising the net reading from very talented people who always manages to either amaze, tickle, patronize, anger, disgust, or make me go on quite a trip with my thoughts.  I discovered alas! some of them actually manages to write my so-much-sought-after thoughts. Thoughts I always mean to write about but sometimes my twisted urge for creativity gets in the way and I end up writing something totally different. For example, I have been observing some kinds of behaviors with some random humans and have been trying to put that in words. To make it all easy now here is a link to what I have always meant to write about it. http://luthercrop.hubpages.com/hub/i-can-point-names-and-name-fin...

I was arguing with a friend about how good people looked back in the day especially in a black and white photo, way before the colour photograph was incorporated. I argued that they tried as much as possible to keep their physical appearance natural. He argued that the look mainly came from the quality of the photo. I still dispute that as currently, technology has brought beauty in everything, even something that is supposed to be downright ugly. I will therefore begin describing women from that time our mothers were still being courted by our daddies. The average woman had an all round figure. Not thin, not fat, simple. Every feature she possessed was in place. The hair had the right colour of jet black, texture and length. No weaves existed then and for the few that did, they were only worn by sex workers. The face was more often flawless, mainly chocolate in complexion, full cheeks, full lips and bright eyes that looked back at you with the innocence of a saint. A face you would ...

In our past or current life, we are surrounded by friends and whatever phase we are in, they will always be there, old or new. They stir all kinds of emotions in us that changes our lives for better or worse.   I always wondered how boring life would be without them. We begin making friends since childhood. Children are mainly known to make imaginary friends especially if the child has no siblings or is encountering some bullying or ridicule from other children. As we grow up, we start placing value in our friends. There are those we want to keep forever and there are those we have for convenient reasons. If they stay on, good enough but if they don't, we quickly forget about them and move on. In high school the bond between friends is tighter as our energies are not much divided.   That changes in college as our priorities change. We become more adventurous and do not want to be tied too much to our old friends. We want to discover more and that’s is when we get serious ...

Every time I sit on this chair trying to construct something for you my faithful reader, I always have this vibrating energy in me that makes me excited about it. I know to some of you its no biggie writing, I mean people write stories that are read all the time and that fetch them a lot of money or  even give them recognition of some sort, but here I am all excited because even if I will not get all or any of the above, it gives me enormous satisfaction that  you are over there reading what I have written, not because you felt obligated (am so hoping this is not the case otherwise it will literally kill me) but because you are simply interested. Last time I promised u a story about a girl who managed to make us worship the ground she walked.  I have to tell you this, women can be this powerful, yes they can actually make you worship them sometimes deliberately or unknowingly. Imagine an eleven year old managing to have that effect on a bunch of girls mainly because we ...

Today I may not be having the right mood of story telling but it is at this point that I always challenge myself to raise up to the occasion and do something that will distract my otherwise crappy mood and turn it into something constructive like giving you something to read about, au sio? Moving on swiftly to the main issue here, I was a very aggressive, playful and cheeky gal (don't want to use naughty to describe my character coz am sure what that may interpret in all of your minds, am not insinuating anything, honest). My excessively carefree nature is one of the major reasons why my folks decided that I may not grow up to become a proper woman  if I didnt have enough exposure to socialize with girls my own age.  Apparently, my siblings were all boys and when it came to playing, i would join in their boyish games no matter how nasty the games were. I would become too rough even with my brothers and they would always tell on me to my parents so that is when my parents dec...

Hallo good people, I have decided to start from the beginning so you can have a clear picture of what life back then was like before I can come back to the current life now and do some comparison. I was born in the countryside when babies used to be fed on chewed food from their mothers mouth, or when u got punished just by wearing shoes to school (it was considered rude as many families could not afford to buy their kids shoes) or when girls had to stay clean shaven coz having long hair could sambaza lice like crazy for the irresponsible ones, or when we used to queue for the "Maziwa ya Nyayo" during break time etc etc. Every other day, you always woke up to some interesting stuff, e.g. on my way to school, as I pass through the same river I always pass through on a daily basis, I find apparently the small footbridge that I always use to cross to the other side of the river is gone and wonder who the hell would be this selfish as to steal it but resolve to think of som...