The cold winters, shining summers, the colors of fall and the fragrance of spring. All bring out the beauty of creation. The mountains so high and the valleys so low; don’t you see it? I mean, there are deserts so dry only scorpions reign supreme. Then there are highlands so wet that they are evergreen and food is in plenty. Ehee, tell me now, who created the world? All these were in a mind, and this creator was able to make the differences; making our lives so spectacular.
Now, pull a stool let us have a conversation. Little Baby Moses transformed my reasoning when I met him about two years ago. He, so adoring and cute, it was easy to just fall in love with him. You know, the type of baby who just feeds, plays, sleeps; no drama and distressing cries. He was ever peaceful. It is like he knew he was alone in this world, meaning he would just have to make do with what life served him. After all, it was a miracle that he had survived.
Moses had been picked in the middle of a busy motorway in Eastleigh, in the wee hours of the morning. It had been a cold rainy night, the dogs barking and all of us reeling in the warmth of our blankets. His dear mother had the audacity to wrap him up, place him in a polythene bag and leave him for the hounds. I always reflect on that scene: the cop who picked him up said: “The mother had dressed him like it was a birthday, in pampers, a new set of clothes and beautiful shawls, I fail to understand what drove her to do this.”
It took me a while to absorb those words. Who in their right mind would leave their baby, one they had carried in their womb for nine months, in the middle of the road? Come on now, imagine if a speeding vehicle had driven over him and smarshed his little matter?
Hospitalized until he was no longer charged for treatment, the children’s ward at Kiambu District hospital set a bed aside just for him. He would arrive, get admitted to high dependency unit, discharged a week later and readmitted after two days. Such was his life. He spent more time in a hospital than he did at the children’s home for the first two years of his life. What a way to start a life!
Today, he is the most charming child you could ever set your teary eyes upon. He is warm, vibrant, barely gets sick let alone getting admitted to hospital. The innocence gleaming from his eyes and the joy transcending from his heart will capture your heart and win a place for himself in your heart. Now, that is how we are meant to live our lives. And how we are meant to freely live without carrying baggage or being heavy-hearted.
What then is keeping you from glowing? From shining like the star that you are? Tell me, I am listening. The flowers bloom today, and tomorrow, they are no more. All dry and creaky, you even step on them without a care. And yet, here you are. God has granted you a new day, but what do you do with it? Another 24 hours to show the world your greatness and be the very best version of you there can ever be. Again, I ask, how are you spending your 24 hours, 7 days a week, 365/6 days a year?
Instead, you cry, grumble, complaint, curse, hate, die with envy. Hold on a second…. I am stuck at that point of envy. And please allow me to digress for a minute. There is that one thing about you, that you are proud of. A part of your body that when others acknowledge, you feel, ‘right, they are talking about me’ and an ounce of pride lodges in your heart. For me, it is my hips. Ha-ha, oh yeh. I have them hips everyone notices from a distance but self-esteem ensured I hid them in oversized trousers and ‘mother’s union skirts’. They were barely ever seen. Until I saw the light.
The transformation that followed. The way I flaunt them, I tell you for free, you too will ask for the secret.
And yet, there you are with the audacity to question God! Where do you get the courage from? That can only mean you are the selfish lot. Thinking only of self. “Me and I alone.” Without fear or favor, I will loudly say, you are wrong. Ever sat to think of the one in the grave, where will they question God from? I mean, their life is done. What about the mothers who lost their lives at childbirth? They never got to hold their little angels or to nurse them. How about the one unable to conceive, like biblical Sarah or Hannah? And the one who’s loved one is on life support? I am pointing at you, you, you and you. You have not seen the doors to a hospital for admission. Tell me and take me slowly like you are explaining to a little child. I want to get your point.
Grasp what you have been given with both hands and stop questioning God. Being alive is a gift beyond measure; a treasure you should be proud of. When the curtains of life draw nigh, there is no going back. And it is worse because you never can tell when you will smile your last. So, live it fully. Take the risks. Travel the world. Love unconditionally. Walk barefoot at the beach. Sing badly and loudly in the shower. ‘We all do this, au sio?’
Yes, we do. You set your own karaoke and enjoy it alone. Go plant a tree; in your own little way, do something, however small each day. You do not have to change the world all alone, do your part and I do mine. These little efforts culminate in glorious life-changing experiences.
Do not just fix food, serve great and beautiful food. It is for your body, my dear. Funny how some of us have dogs well-taken care off than we do for ourselves. Then you give yourself a foodie treat once a month. I will whack you and give you free tuition on loving self. Go out and buy that perfume. Adorn the hairstyle. Get the message. I mean, love thy self first. It is only then that you can give the best version of you to others.
Then go all out and share. Share the smile. The food. The clothes. The hugs. Share. Share. Share. There is no limit to how much you can share. It is out of biblical Abraham allowing Lot to choose the very best of land. And true to Lot’s nature, he chose the ever-green Jordan Valley near Sodom. Here, there would never be irrigation, it was about plenty of natural irrigation and waters flowing through. Abraham ended up with the remains. The plain dry hilly lands. But God, His sense of humor always awes me. It is while up at the hills that God asked him to go look out. Look as far as his eyes could see. And the much he saw, would be his inheritance.
I have to break this down for us. The New King James Version of the Bible states in Genesis thirteen verses 10-12,
“And Lot lifted his eyes and saw all the plain of Jordan, that it was well watered everywhere like the garden of the LORD, like the land of Egypt as you go toward Zoar. Then Lot chose for himself all the plain of Jordan, and Lot journeyed east. And they separated from each other. Abram dwelt in the land of Canaan, and Lot dwelt in the cities of the plain and pitched his tent even as far as Sodom.”
The Bible continues to say in Genesis chapter 15, verses 5-6,
“…the LORD came to him, saying, …Then He brought him outside and said, “Look now toward heaven, and count the stars if you are able to number them.” And He said to him, “So shall your descendants be. And he believed in the LORD.”
Like me, I pray that we could all see the light. Our successes and victories lie in the choices we make today and in our realtionship with God. Then, in the extreme abundance of dreams and visions in our minds. We hold our grand futures in our hands. It is time to open our hands and serve the world with our purpose.