- A new beginning is a beautiful thing.
- Be awesome. Be a book nut. Dr. Seuss
- Fear is boring because fear only ever has one thing to say, and that thing is; STOP! Elizabeth Gilbert
- Fear is the enemy of creativity, the hotbed of mediocrity, a critical obstacle to mastering life.
- Fear makes us old. Faith makes us bold.
- How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.
- I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need for a father’s protection. Sigmund Freud
- If I have seen further than others, it is by standing upon the shoulders of giants. Isaac Newton
- Many plans are in a woman’s mind, but it is the Lord’s purpose for her that will stand. Proverbs 19:21
- Music is truly food for the soul.
- Politics is quick sand disguised as the most enticing mirage.
- Question like a scientist, design like a technologist, build like an engineer, create like an artist, deduce like a mathematician –and- play like a kid.
- The beautiful ones are not yet born, but the crazy ones are here with us. Just look around you. If you can’t find one…look in the mirror.
- The ignorant are ignorant of their ignorance. (Proverbs 26:16) This is truly a sorry state to be in.
- You truly understand love songs once you’ve fallen in or out of love.
Today’s a new day, a chance for a new start. Yesterday is gone and with it any regrets, mistakes, or failures I may have experienced. It’s a good day to be glad and give thanks, and I do, Lord. Thank you for today, a new opportunity to love, give, and be all that you want me to be.
Today I want to start the day with you on my mind and in my heart. As I dress, let me wear the armor you’ve provided daily: the helmet of salvation, the breastplate of righteousness, the shield of faith, the belt of truth, the shoes of peace, and the sword of the spirit—with prayer on my tongue: praise for you and petitions for those around me and those I meet.
Feed me today with your daily bread. As the Bread of Life, your food, like manna, will sustain me throughout any trials and hungers. Help me to set my thoughts on things above and to speak only what will help and encourage others. Keep me from putting my foot in my mouth, and help me guard the affections of my heart today, Lord. Make whatever work I do be marked with excellence rather than perfectionism, as I seek not to make a name, but to make a difference. Help me to treat each person I encounter as you would, with respect and love, forgiving others and asking for forgiveness myself when needed.
As I start this day, help me remember that I belong to you, and my desire is to act accordingly. Keep my feet from stumbling and my mind from wandering into distractions that could steal precious time and energy from the most important things you have designed for me. I’m proud to be your child, Lord. And I’m so grateful that you died for me—rising again on your own new morning—so that every day could be filled with the wonder of your love, the freedom of your Spirit, and the joy of knowing you.
I know earthly life is short and fleeting, Lord. But I want to live today as if it were the first or the last day of my life, giving thanks for every good and perfect gift you choose to give. Today, and every day, I want to live my life for you, Jesus.
In your precious name,
I seem to have missed the class on how to bargain. It bothers me that other people seem to effortlessly bargain their way through any purchase. Is there a certain look that one gives the seller that leads to the price reducing significantly? Do I have that look? If not, why do I get that look, considering anything is up for sale these days?
Are you meant to consume a certain “bargain enhancing” meal before you set out to purchase stuff? Send me the link ASAP. I am a willing guinea pig.
“Kuona ni bure…kuona ni bure! Karibu, siste! Leo tuko na vitu nzuri. Kuona ni bure!” No sooner do you look their way or decide to touch any of the items on sale…Hook, line and sinker! Now, this is where I try to establish the price even before i touch or try out anything. The seller always smiles or maintains a serious face, so I tread along carefully. I may crack a joke, which may be well received or shrugged off. This sets the tone of our interaction.
Next comes the trying out and intense scrutiny as the seller enthusiastically brings out the item’s best qualities. Sema sauti ya kutoa nyoka pangoni! They really know how to convince you that’s it’s a perfect fit, or that the colour suits you to a T. I don’t blame them. The struggle and hustle is real.
However, I need to know, like right now, which handbook do I peruse through each time I am about to go shopping especially on “Sunshine Boulevard?” coz once they mention the price, I am done. Like kwisha mimi!! My brain goes into the same state it was when it tried to solve algebraic or organic chemistry questions way back when in high school. Or when the cutest guy at your workplace walks by your desk, your eyes lock and he smiles. Kuf dead!!!
Ah…where was I? They mention the price and I am done. I kind of take an inconspicuous deep breath, do some mental calculations and make peace with the internal chaos that I’ve just introduced into my life. If I am really petrified at the thought of asking the seller to reduce the price, I usually do not recollect how the sale took place. I just keep walking and re-evaluate all my life choices that led me to such a time as this.
Yes!! All that from the mention of a numerical figure that was introduced as legal tender sijui na nani. Why on earth did we dump barter trade as a way to survive? Why do we need to wear different clothes every day? Can’t we just come up with an acceptable uniform that we can wear with pride without having to worry about the length, texture, latest fashion trends, etc?
To make matters worse, when it comes to how one dress’s up; you can’t escape scrutiny as a lady. Jaribu kuvalia the same dress every single day for a week, despite it being clean, sema drama. The theories that spring up faster than corruption scandals will make you wish you were back in school sitting for the Composition paper. Your English teacher would brag about you being his/her best student. If wishes were horses…
Therefore, my question still remains; did I miss a class on the art of bargaining?