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24 At Last

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June 28.A quintessential Sunday morning, I am up. Probably everyone around my neighborhood is awake.I decide- imma go to church. Vent my frustrations to the Good Lord. Thank Him for the cusps of air in my lungs. Each day, when I wake up alive and kicking, albeit reluctantly, I am so thankful.
My life has been treacherous journey. ‘The goin’ ain’t been crystal clear’. So many turmoils have buffeted my life, a close to two and half decades that I have traversed the voyage of life. Anyway, even the best sailors must have weathered tempestuous storms for them to be crowned with a diadem of flowers. My mama told me of  the sheer twists and turns that my infancy and my childhood took. I was dumbfounded. I owe it to God for the twenty four years I have sweltered around this daunting world.
Family too is an important ingredient in my own mix. Without their unwavering support and their relentless encouragement, honestly I think I would have ended some place else. Think of the times I was feeling low, and they kept me on a high plane of motivation. The times I was literally sinking, they simply kept me afloat. They would do anything for me, even if it meant swimming the tides for me. Thank God for family.
My family of friends too have helped me peddle along pretty smoothly. It has been aptly said that friends define the path that one takes. They friends that have been by my side have molded me to be the responsible man that I am today. They have inspired me to do the heights I am doing. They have dared me to discern the pitfalls that life has in store for everyone else.
Today I turned 24. I had the guts to check on my weight too. Turned out that I weigh 60 kilogrammes- no more or less. You wouldn’t expect any more for a man of my own mettle anyway. I even had ambitions of running my way to stardom, like the Kemboi’s or the Kipchoge’s of this world. Today I am just happy, I even harbor this feeling that my countenance has changed.
Allow me to be off the hook for a little while. Not that I’d be engaging oneself in a superfluous monologue or something. No. Allow me to think of oneself  as ‘indefatigable’. Or, unbwoggable of GidiGidi fame. My will is impregnable so it seems given the many job posts I apply for. Moreover, my dreams are valid as Lupita’s and my soul is cast into the world of uncertainities. Since this is my year, I will challenge conventions at every stage like never before. I will swim against the tides and reach the ultimate price. I know I shall come out like the village warrior in Alexander Muigai’s exposition.
But I will not blow my own trumpet. I will not sing to the tunes of the trumpet song. It has been opined by people with wisdom of sage that humility is the only imperative one has if they have to have a good rapport with others. The meek will inherit the kingdom as the beatitudes reminds us constantly. Being my 24th year, I will not falter from my humble ways. I will not succumb to the pride of defense even though sometimes failure takes away my mojo.
2015 is my year people. It will play the tunes of my own rendition. I will soar the highs it can only decipher. This year, I will make it rain for my family and circle of friends. In any case, with age comes responsibility and at the moment, I should be steering it with all the zeal I can master.
And as the bible envisages, may it happen as your mouth speaketh.



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