Dyslexia: The Unseen Disability

“We are the visionaries, inventors, and artists. We think differently, see the world differently, and solve problems differently. It is from this difference that the dyslexic brain derives its brilliance.”

Blood Ties that Unconditionally Bind

“Boys do not long for fathers who will usher them through the gauntlet of psychological disconnect. They long for fathers who have themselves survived intact. Boys do not ache for their father’s masculinity. They ache for their fathers’ hearts.”
― T. Real

The Fate of Every Personage

“People in the real world always say, when something terrible happens, that the sadness and loss and aching pain of the heart will ‘lessen as time passes,’ but it isn’t true. Sorrow and loss are constant, but if we all had to go through our whole lives carrying them the whole time, we wouldn’t be able to stand it. The sadness would paralyze us. So in the end we just pack it into bags and find somewhere to leave it.”

The Mystery of Sorcery and Warlockry

“Since man cannot live without miracles, he will provide himself with miracles of his own making. He will believe in witchcraft and sorcery, even though he may otherwise be a heretic, an atheist, and a rebel.”

Onanism (Coitus Interruptus) – The Untold Story

Approximately 70 percent of men in their late 20’s masturbate, and more than 50 percent of women in their 30’s masturbate. In fact, women and men from their early adult years (18–24) through middle adult years (54–59) are more likely to masturbate than people in other age groups.

Meticulous Female Paralysis of Analysis – Aborticide.

“He injected an anesthesia into my cervix and then stretched it open and inserted a tube. I felt like air was being sucked out of me. I didn’t feel much pain though. He then inserted a cold metal that I could tell was sharp and I felt him scrapping my walls. I trusted him that much. I didn’t question anything.

An Encounter with an Incarnated Angel

I woke up boisterous on the morning of the 16th of February 2019. It is not always, that my days begin on such high spirits and so on this particular day, I was to have an unplanned rendezvous [it is pronounced as ‘rendevu’ and not what you just read silently]. I am a man that oozes class right from the dress, to the walk, and to the talk. My myriad of friends are always complementing me on the latter aspects lest you label me as audaciously proud. And so I walked to my mahogany made wardrobe and I spotted a cream-brown long trouser, a white tunic and a navy blue tuxedo coat. The un-informed fellows in matters fashion would call that combination a break-suit. Need I narrate how sharp I looked after adorning myself? No.

Bible in my hands, I made way to give thanks to the Almighty for His goodness and unmerited favors.

“Kari-bu sana Sir!” bellowed a Lavington security guy at the gate as I majestically walked into the church compound. I have been called Sir lately more often than not for reasons I am yet to fully comprehend. I then get firm handshakes accompanied with smiles of admiration as I walk charismatic-ally past fellow believers to find my way to a seat at the very front of the House of God. My heart leaps and I feel proud of myself for selecting that particular attire.

And Can It Be’, was the hymn that rented the air melodiously as I sat down and immediately began roaring with bass second to none;

“And can it be that I should gain
An int’rest in the Savior’s blood?
Died He for me, who caused His pain?
For me, who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! how can it be
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
Amazing love! how can it be
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?”

The Sabbath mood now settled in my nerves. I had not woken up boisterous in vain.

“What’s the occasion man!?’ beamed my good friend Obambla as he squeezed to sit next to me.

“Ni Sabbath man!” I retorted with a thankful voice since his question was a complement in disguise. Men do not complement each other with numerous adjectives.

The session was one of a kind especially after the exhortation by our preacher who has gained the nickname of ‘Rabii Collo’. He had titled his preaching as ‘Missing in Machpelah’. You are not ready for heaven if you do not know that Machpelah was a particular place in the land of Canaan where the Patriarchs of the Bible were buried together with their wives with an exception of Rachel, Jacob’s wife who kept holding on to strange gods.

After the incredibly life affirming session, came the most favorite part for many Adventists, what we call potluck or lunch for laymen. During these sessions previously, I have made friends who remain dear to this day. Maraganga my other great friend suddenly appeared and we jested as we laughed out loud as he recounted how he was harassed by traffic officers for driving while speaking on phone as he was en route to church that day.

“Hello Gentlemen,” a very beautiful dulcet and concordant voice delightfully interrupted our hearty conversation.

My! Oh! My! I saw the incarnate of an angel right there. Apparently, there were two ladies and I really did not care whose voice had been voiced to salute us. All I cared was the beauty that I beheld. I was stupefied. In what is referred to by scholars as a quinquennium, I had never caught a glimpse of such a statuesque sight of a female human being. It is why I refer to her as an angel for lack of a worthy or better human comparison. I do not recall responding to the greeting.

One of the ladies was our church-mate Arjana Sarai. The lady behind her brought my existence to a near indefinite close. I did not realize that my hand was long stretched towards her for a handshake until she shook my hand with a lot of love. You have ever experienced a handshake full of love? Well, I did that day. Looking at her face, she wore a smile that is exquisite and specifically tailored to charm me. I had continuously held her hand oblivious of the fact that she needed to shake Maraganga’s and Obambla’s hands too. I shamefully let go after an awakening when she gently pulled her hand away.

The lens of my spectacles are powered x-5 for the weakest of myopic conditions of mortal humans. I can call on the name of the legendary Sakawa and Moraa Ng’iti that the magnification doubled after the ‘love handshake’. My eyes followed the angel as she proceeded to casually shake my friends’ hands and walked away. She was in very modest apparel. Her walk was so accurate as if it was the absolute correct answer of Naismith’s rule of calculating a normal person’s moderate speed.

Her movements as she walked almost expressed the goodness of God in creating a companion for man. Her legs flawlessly thumped the ground with an energy that is enough to intimidate the underground creatures. I could swear that the hair on her head is only friendly to natural olive oil and not any other hair jelly due to its sparkling nature and length.

Charles Dickens rightly put it just as I would in his book David Copperfield as he was describing beauty:


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