Random Musings. . .by Kui Gathua

  Image: en.wikipedia.org  “ Honesty is more than not lying. It is truth telling, truth speaking, truth living, and truth loving. ” ~ James E. Faust This week, I’m staying with Jordan Peterson, and this week I reflect on Rule 8 in 12 Rules for Life. Tell the truth or at least, don’t lie. Today I woke up thinking about a person who had a huge potential for a great and beneficial relationship when I met them. Their talents and abilities were just what I needed to move some mutual projects forward. That was until I discovered that the person just could never tell the truth even on utterly mundane issues. It just seemed to be part of their DNA to tell white, grey, and black lies and you never knew when you could trust their word or never at all. That relationship broke down faster than the dreams for it could crystallize. It is just difficult to trust someone who never tells the truth and the uncertainty of never being able to trust someone’s word took its toll on the rela...

  “ Nobody made a greater mistake than he who did nothing because he could do only a little. ” ~ Edmund Burke Monday this week felt like the entire week in a day. The results of the presidential election in Kenya 2022 were finally declared and life started resuming a semblance of normalcy with businesses reopening and people coming off their screens and back to the streets. I had my moments of being carried away but for the most part, I made some good progress on completing some pending projects, crafting, and reading. An old friend mentioned they were reading a biography and I got thinking – why does history fascinate us? Is there any value to looking up the lives of men and women of old who we consider lived remarkably and what should we do about what we learn from those stories? In Beyond Order: 12 More Rules for Life, Jordan Peterson states rule 2 as ‘Imagine who you could be, and then aim single-mindedly at that.’   He asks a couple of profound questions early in...

  “ For two hours I’d felt myself stretching tighter and tighter, like a rubber band pulled to the point of snapping. And now, I could feel the smaller, weaker part of myself beginning to fray, tiny bits giving way before the big break. ” ~ Sarah Dessen That’s how I feel today. Like a stretched one that does not know when it will return to its resting place. Nairobi is deserted, shops are closed and the usual crowd on the streets is missing. The only action is on screens where the numbers are changing ever so slowly and all everyone is clamoring for now is an end to the wait. Yes, it feels like time got suspended and it will only pick up when we collectively exhale. We’ve been here before. Severally. And it’s not a good place to be. But we are praying that whichever way the dice fall, peace prevails. I’ve known the waiting game for a long time. In life, we are always waiting for something even if it is only for the sunrise or for sundown. Some waiting games have been ...