Random Stirrings of The Mind.

A couple of days ago, someone admirable recommended Matt Haig’s bestseller, “The book of comfort”. He succinctly remembers that early-noon class, a backbencher notwithstanding, her rather audible undertones quipped, “Matt Haig will rattle your wits,” and true to those words, the pearly comforting words, some a one-pager, others a single sentence; are becoming a closer companion. Matt talks about the noun “Mess” in one of the pages and this piece struck quite home, especially on how this day, the 13th of the first month of the start of autumn. Trees outside, show the tell-tale signs of hue flaxen and aureate. The easterly weather is toning down to a cool and bristle feel. He woke up with the heaviness of an awry feel down the pits of the stomach. And true to that, two hammers had dropped in a day. In that piece, Matt quips that the hardest thing to be is oneself. He points out that we are so overloaded that we cannot always see the truth of who we are. We turn to distraction sometim...

The shortness of life itself can be compared to a tiny spot in time. We are all guilty of getting caught up in sweating the small stuff. Worrying, compensating, complaining, gossiping, comparing, wishing, and waiting for something bigger and better to happen instead of focusing on all the simple blessings that surround us everyday Life is so fragile and all it takes is a single moment, one that changes everything you take for granted. Focus on what is important and be grateful. You are blessed and it is necessary that you believe it. Live your life without any regrets.  Every single day is different. some days you wake up and have enough strength to face the world and all that it has to offer, with a feeling that you can handle anything that is thrown at you; an unstoppable force. Other days it's so hard to get out of bed, and you feel like a fragile piece of glass, and all you want to do is escape reality. And that is life. Life is made up of both kinds of days. The uphill ones an...

Every instance has a beginning and to some extent an end. A seed is planted, it takes root, sprouts, blooms, gives forth fruit or seed then withers away having touched the world as we know it, even if it's for a second. This can be said about us as human beings. At the end of the day, it is crucial to be proud of who we have become, even if it's for the tiniest bit. Be proud of the love you gave, of the way you risked your heart despite the pain it had been through. Be proud of the effort you show those you care about and love. Show up with a ruthless certainty that you did all you could.  That you showed up and made people feel seen, that you made those around you feel a little bit less alone, that you eased their burdens just a little bit. Be proud of your life, the way you healed, of the way you learned from mistakes even when it wasn't comfortable. The way you push yourself to be a better person.  At the end of the day, the most important thing is being able to say with...

I created this "concept" video three years ago, the words are not my own, credit goes to the pearly and lustrous voice, of a great mentor, and a motivator, Mr. Johnson Mwakazi. I hadn't sat to really take in the words; today I did. Well, that was quite a befitting piece, for the times. Of course, motivation is not permanent. But then, neither is bathing; but it is something you should do on a regular basis. We look up to our mentors for various reasons, one being to always strive to achieve like they have. To the words, “The prime of life may be great, there is up and there is also down, one may reach the summit, but where else can one move on, except for descending again.” 01:12 Listen on. Gerry

Seasons fade in and out like soft lullabies, their transitions slow but never faltering. Like mother earth herself they only turn in one direction, always onward, never back. As they wax and wane the pace of life changes. During the holidays, everyone is high energy, all systems go. With the first touch of new years, and well into the crisp feel moving over the high-rises and suburbia like a shallow wave, a  quieter  pace sets in. Dry winter sets in, flatter still, but never falling into a negative spin, dust and snarling  traffic. Town-folk are recovering from spending sprees.  Then spring comes to wake the  intermittent downpours, dirty streets and gloomy skies.sprouting grass , trees and blooms.  The seasons come and go like old friends. They bring memories of seasons past and the promise of seasons to come. They dance by us changing gradually in their back and forth way, two steps forward and one step back. And like time itself we cannot halt th...