BELIEVE

by Commissioned

Hello my little dreamer
Lift up your head
Take my hand
And walk with Me a while
I know you think I’ve forgotten
The promise I’ve made you
But I will never forsake you

(Chorus)
Believe the unbelievable
Dream the unthinkable
You can do all things
If you believe
You can reach the unreachable
See the unforeseeable
All things are possible
To them that believe

(Verse 2)
I know it’s been a delay
But that doesn’t mean
I’ve denied you
I’ve just been waiting for you
To give Me your dreams
So I can bring them to pass
And I’ve done what you’ve asked

(Bridge)
There may be times
When the whole world
Says you’re a fool
Against all odds
You can put your trust in Me
And your dreams
Will become a reality
But You gotta believe

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME

“Every beauty and greatness in this world is created by a single thought or emotion inside a man. Every thing we see today, made by past generations, was, before its appearance, a thought in the mind of a man or in impulse in the heart of a woman.”

Kahlil Gibran — Lebanese American Writer, Poet and Artist

BIRTHDAY BLUES

I guess it’s time I finally articulate this mystery that surrounds my birthday. By the way sometimes I don’t understand it myself but I just let it pass. It’s like this dark cloud that comes once a year, I watch it roll over the hills and finally rain on me. Truthfully it has nothing to do with me adding one more number to my life because I grow everyday, so what’s this one big day. I’ve explained to many people over the years and they think I’m just being dramatic and a sour spot. Maybe I am but at this point I just work at getting through it rather than trying to explain it to people around me.

One of my long time friends texted me last night and said that they’ve tried to reach me over the years but it seems the only thing that would help is seeing a full moon around this time of the year. Somehow, they figure that it would help more than anything else at the time. I don’t beg to differ, and I know it sounds crazy but it does work. So now I’m beginning to sound crazy and seeing as it is very cold this time of year a free blanket from Mathare would come in handy.

The explanation I have for this is that it is no one’s fault, not yours and not even circumstance. It just happened that as a child it was tricky (esp. my birthday falling at the end of the month and the middle of the year) for me to get gifts and birthday cakes galore. I knew this so I just didn’t ask for stuff. So slowly I just developed the idea that it would be difficult for anyone to surround me with what a child conceived to be his or her birthday goodies.

Over the years, I’ve learnt celebrating one’s birthday is about an attitude. It’s about what one desires to achieve in the year ahead. It’s a remembrance of the blessings that one has been graced with over the previous years. It’s a day when one can make for themselves a clean start, new promises and new goals (I’m not a fan of the New Year Resolutions). I know all this, in fact despite any belief around when you see me carry myself around my birthday and I know I do look depressed, spoilt and a mess; But despite all of that…

I know to appreciate the day just that I have that creepy 8-year-old in me telling me that it’s not a big deal and that I shouldn’t expect much to happen. I’m slowly learning that if I want - I ask and if I don’t think it can happen - I make it happen. One would be surprised the things that go through my head without prompting, there (of course) exist very selfish thoughts but I must live with people around me. Hence, the conflict, the silence and a whole lot of mood swings. I can’t apologize cause that’s me. I can plan to change but it won’t happen overnight.

FACEBOOKED TO MY @$$!!!!

Yes I have been facebooked. My face is so deep in it I can’t see which way is up. HELP!

LITTLE GEM

I stumbled upon this site - Pravsworld. I haven’t finished finding out what it is about but hope it helps you in some way.

SEVENS RUGBY

The continent = Africa
The tournament = Rugby Sevens
The city = Nairobi
The place = RFUEA grounds
The brand = Tusker, Tusker, Tusker Milele!

Yes people it was an action packed, six packed (yeah there was all that chocolate muscle walking around… go Zimbabwe!!! Ok I know they beat us but you’d forgive them once they removed their shirts – I did) and people packed weekend. So apart from significant sleep deficiency, coupled with a severe weighty feeling on my eyelids and minor alcohol induced shakes - I totally totally enjoyed my weekend.

I tell you what this time I had front row seats in the players’ pen. Add to that a hotel room for three nights plus food vouchers for three square meals (buffet style) to boot. I had no choice but to enjoy myself. All that remained was to add a teaspoon of sugar to the mix and I would have been admitted to hospital for chronic sugar shock, because people, it was that sweet!

As for the men don’t worry there was plenty to look at. The negligible clothing that was on show was to die for, resurrect and ogle at. Sadly, the heavy rain made the fair maidens scatter back home or to the nearest, trendiest clubs uptown; leaving the men who couldn’t part with the 90bob alcohol to bond in the rain.

The game was on point. Especially from the guests from the far east – Japan. They came with everything including their own massage table. Which seemed to help cause they were the darlings of the tournament – oh and they had twins in their group so imagine how in the daze of alcohol vision people were really confused.

Event branding and arrangement was tight. The serviced tents got more space and better tents. The branding was nice and loud, even the ball boys with their JIK outfits. They added sitting on the Ngong Road side, complete with Tusker and JIK branding. I didn’t venture into the Village save to get some snacks and alcohol… because too much time spent away from the pitch meant you would just miss out on a whole lot.

Oh and there was the sun on Saturday! Walalalalalala I felt like a chicken being roasted but the rain was a fair compensation considering I was caught in town, wadding through waters that were beginning to look like oceans waves against a beach (read pavement). I got to the hotel with my jeans till my ass!!

All in all… it was tight! It’s nowhere but up from here on out. One day we’ll be hosting IRB league in our RFUEA 5000 seater stadium!!!! How about?