Open Letter to God...

“God please, please, please help Man United to beat Arsenal …”

But you ignored my prayers yesterday morning. In fact, I think you’ll forgive me for being very disappointed in you. My laundry list of complaints:

1. I started praying at about 9 AM EST. That was a whole 2 hours before kick-off. Surely that was ample time for my prayers to traverse the ethers and reach you in time.
2. Did you realize I made my way to the bar – despite nursing a monstrous hangover – as a demonstration of my faith in the result? I could have watched the game from home, but wanted to celebrate with my fellow United supporters, and rejoice in the anguish of Ass.ernal fans. Instead you gave me hope for 80 minutes, and then allow Ass.ernal to score 2 late goals like that. Why did you instruct that “Faith without action is dead” if you don’t reward action?
3. Were you punishing me for over-indulgence in certain contaminated beverages the previous two nights? I am pretty sure the Ass.ernal fans were not sleeping at home on Saturday night waiting for the game on Sunday. Granted, my cocktails might have been more poisonous but still, I am pretty sure I composed a coherent prayer on Sunday morning for the game …
4. As if my anguish was not enough, you had to wait until I walked out of the pub after the game to make the snow start falling. Do you realize how much this compounded my journey back home?


I realize that I might be overreacting in this instance; after all, we are still six points ahead. May be you are really a MAN U. fan and want to give those guys a lil’ hope… you know, give them a “so close, yet so far” moment. If this be your plan, way to go …


I am willing to make peace with you on condition that our current 6-point lead shall not be dented any further. If I discover, in the course of this season that you are an Arsenal fan, I swear to you that that’s it between you and me.


But you are neutral in sports, right? You don’t support any team do you? You enjoy the games without a vested interest, right? What if Jesus or one of the arch-angels secretly supports a team and wants to influence the result? I think you should look into that because yesterday’s result smacks of divine interference. That needs to stop, seriously.

Please, please God, don be mad @ me. I am just being sincere.


Ps: If that Colts win over the Patriots was your doing, I am willing to forget what happened earlier on with Man United…just as long it doesn’t become a pattern. Deal?

Cheers,

Your servant jm.

Does Kenya need a National Dress ?

Doesn’t she look fabulous??

How fabuloso would it be if Kenyans dressed in a gorgeous, unique and new national outfit, complete with all the attendant accessories?

How sweet would it be if when you walked any street in the world, people would instantly recognize you as Kenyan?

Do you think it would add extra spice to “Najivunia kuwa Mkenya?

So why have Kenyans rejected the new outfit?

a] Is it the exorbitant $ 100.00 price tag?

b] Is it the supposed lack of originality?

c] Are Kenyans just apathetic to such mundane matters?

d] The outfit is not representative of Kenya?

e] We simply do not need a national dress?

What say you?

Wealth or Happiness?

What should be the inalienable rights of man?

“Life, liberty and the pursuit of property”

or

“Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness”

Making a choice between the two constitutes an admission on your part that wealth and happiness are independent entities. In fact, could one argue that modernization’s comforts and conveniences have wrought more misery on mankind rather than happiness?

We all aspire for that big house, that fashionable car, the trendy clothes – all the while thinking that those things will make us happier than we already are. Yet in most cases, only the most cunning attain these “desirable” things. The rest of us gawk in amazement, desiring, stretching out but never quite plucking the fruit. Yet we never give up:

“If I don’t get there, my offspring will have a chance…”

If only it were that easy, how much better would our condition be? In life, we seek liberty and wealth, our liberator from the mindless pursuit becomes death – for only then are unwittingly forced to “give up.” But even then, our legacy lives on. Our children perpetuate the same myth. Hence do we have endless conflicts for resources; nation attacking nation, brother attacking brother, son attacking father...

If wealth was synonymous to happiness, then it would not be finite. Happiness, in my opinion, is an unquantifiable state of mind that can only emanate from practicing compassion from one being to another.

As such, in the words of Roy M. Goodman, “Happiness is a journey, not a destination.” I don’t know how one knows when they get there, or if one ever gets there, but I definitely think it is worth traveling. After all, we will all be dead and solitary for a very long time. Might as well make it count for each other while we are still around!