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Wednesday, 30 November 2016

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Saturday, 26 November 2016

MR. LOVE'S BLINDNESS




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Mr. Love was not only blind, he was bipolar too. Every other day I would see him take a morning walk around the park. On one day you would see him waving his hand enthusiastically to all the neighbours who called out to him on his way, grinning all the way from teeth A to Z, his head held high, his sunglasses worn in style and his dimples adding spice to his beautiful smile. But the next day? You would see him walking head down. His cheeks would be swollen like he just rubbed off some yeast on them. His forehead would have lines formed that wouldn't disappear for the rest of the day. On such a day, you wouldn't want to shout, "Hallo Mr. Love" like you'd always do. On such days, he was untouchable and very unpredictable. At the smallest thing he would create a scene, or cry or get so furious that his face would turn pepper red. So on these gloomy days, everyone in the neighbourhood would give him space. Ignore him, avoid him and sometimes totally run away from him.

As I grew up, I couldn't help but wonder why Mr. Love was the way he was. My grandma would tell me his stories from time to time. He was an extreme person, we all knew that but despite all that, we also knew he had the purest soul ever. He loved children and whenever he was at the park, he would sit at his favourite spot on the bench right in front of the playing field. He would then call out to the children and hand them sweets. My friends never got tired of conning him. They would always come round two for more sweets and pretend to be other kids. He loved helping people despite his disability and was the most affectionate person in the neighbourhood.

"It is because of his blindness; that is what makes him so bitter to life," my grandma would justify his behaviour from time to time.
"That doesn't justify his hysterical behaviour you know mum?" My mother would debate, "God tests us in different ways. He should accept his condition and be happy with life."
"But he IS happy!" Grandma would insist, "It is just sometimes he can't control his emotions..."

Rumour had it that Mr. Love was once married to a lady called Pride. I wasn't born yet but everyone talks of her dazzling beauty. She was too beautiful, they say. Elegant height, almond shaped eyes, thick lips, some said she was more beautiful than Angelina Jolie, some said she was a little bit less beautiful than her. The theories were many but no one could out-rightly reject that she was beyond pretty. Everyone wondered why she accepted Mr. Love's proposal yet she could have been married by some Saudi prince or some tycoon somewhere. But as they say, the heart wants what it wants. Perhaps her beauty was somehow a threat to him because he was always too protective, too attached which ended up in them having a divorce. Pride no doubt loved her husband, he was handsome anyway, but she had a great impact on him that made him drift away from the people. She had set standards for her husband and herself. She chose whom Mr. Love should talk to and whom to not get involved with. Her classy and sassy personality pressured her to maintain an image, and for her to do so, she also had to control her husband excessively so that he doesn't destroy her image. As such, Pride was not all that much liked in the neighbourhood. She had changed their lovely Mr. Love.

There was another rumour about Mr. Love although everyone who talked about it, would do it in whispers, with heads close together, with fingers on their lips. "Mr. Love almost killed a man with his cane once. He was messing up with Pride." Mr. Love was too jealous, they say. He didn't want any man getting too close to his muse.

"But isn't that how all couples are? Jealous?" Grandma would justify again.
"Mum! He almost ki..."
"Shhhhh!!!! He might pass by and hear you!" Grandma would say in a low tone. "What is wrong with you anyway? Why are you always against Mr. Love?"
"Don't act like you don't know Ma. He broke Kind's heart remember?" My mother replied.
"Who is Kind?!" I whispered quickly.

"Kind was Mr. Love's second wife. After that incident of Mr. Love almost killing a man with his walking cane, Pride asked for a divorce. She thought it was healthier for Mr. Love to be away from her, and safer too. She claimed that Mr. Love was becoming insane with his emotions. Well, she made a right decision. Many of us wanted her out of the neighbourhood. So they parted ways. Then after about two years he met Kind. She was a short, curvy lady. She was her own kind of beautiful and she worked as a social worker at the children's home. Nonetheless, no one stopped comparing her to Pride. How more beautiful she was, more classy, more elegant bla bla bla..." Grandma explained.
"She was from down-town. A very simple lady with a great heart unlike the town princess; Pride. Plus Mr. Love was way more handsome to suit her beauty. So everyone now thought Lady Pride suited him better. Nonetheless, Mr. Love had his own kind of attachment to her too. You know, they all forget how smart, intelligent and soft-hearted Kind was. AND, she was able to mend back Mr. Love's relations with the community." Mum said.

"So why did he break her heart?" I lower my neck closer to them and whisper again.
"Because his heart was already broken by Pride...Once your heart is broken dear, you can only patch your holes with rags but never to be fixed again. You can never be whole again." Grandma said, shaking her head sadly.
"Still doesn't justify what he did to her mummy!"
"What did he do to her?"
"He left her. Just one day he woke up and told Kind that he can't live with her anymore, that his heart was too damaged, that he couldn't totally love her like she deserves to be loved. He then asked her to leave before he was back from his morning walk." Mum explained.
"But you previously said he was already getting attached to her! why would he do such a terrible thing to an angel like Kind?!"
"Well...no one can ever tell. Some say he liked her too much it made him afraid she would leave him too like Pride did. Some say he still loved Pride. Some say he was still hurting from his past...the theories are many..."
"I say, it all has to do with the inferiority complex he suffers from his blindness. Perhaps he believes he doesn't deserve all that affection so he doubts all those that love him. I feel sorry for him. He is just a lonely man..." Grandma says.
"There he is!" I say as I climb on the coach to look out of the window. There he is; Mr. Love with his walking cane, head bowed down, his cheeks swollen. "Just one of his gloomy days," I sigh.

Mum follows me to the window, stares at him for a moment before saying, "That poor disturbed man really needs divined intervention." She sighs too and I sigh again, this time louder than before, "Oh poor Mr. Love!"

Thursday, 24 November 2016

KINYONGA NA TAUSI (sehemu ya 1)

Note: In the loving memory of my aunt, my mentor, my beloved mama 2; Naima Said Baghozi whose dream was to see her books being read by children all over the world. She may have died before publishing all her stories and seeing her dream come true, but that doesn’t mean we can’t work together to make it real. My humble request is; please subscribe to this site or bookmark this page, read the stories to your young ones and share the stories too! Thank you in advance! May Allah rest her soul in eternal peace and accept this as sadaqatul jariya from her. Ameen!




Mwandishi: Naima Baghozi

Tausi alikuwa anazunguka zunguka katika bustani kwa maringo, akitembea na mwendo wa aste aste, akiuchanua mkia wake kama ua kubwa. Kwa hakika yeye ni ndege mrembo sana na hasa pale anapochanua mkia wake. Wakati wote huo alipokuwa akiringa ringa, hakujuwa kuwa alikuwa anafuatwa na macho asiyoyaona. Anapokwenda au anapozunguka, macho yale yalikuwa yakiuandama kwa matamanio makubwa. Macho yenyewe makubwa ya kiasi kwa hivyo yalikuwa hayapitwi na jambo lolote. Mwenye macho mashuhuri hayo alikuwa ni kinyonga. Kinyonga wakati huo alikuwa na rangi moja tu ya rangi ya kunde. Lakini kinyonga hakuridhika na rangi yake basi alibaki kummezea mate Tausi kwa uzuri wake alompa Mola. Alikuwa akitamani sana kama na yeye angeweza kuwa na rangi nzuri nzuri kwenye mwili wake ili avutie kama tausi.

Kila uchao yeye alikuwa akikaa juu ya ukuta kimya na kumtazama tausi anavyojishaua na huku akili yake ikimuenda kama saa kwa mawazo. Alikuwa akipanga na kupangua vipi na yeye ataweza kuwa mrembo kama tausi. Mwisho akaamua bora amwulize tausi mwenyewe. Akamwita kwa sauti ya unyenyekevu,
“Tausi…”
“Naam kinyonga, unasemaje?”
“Mimi kila siku sina kazi ya kufanya ila kukaa hapa kwenye ukuta na kukuangalia unavyotembea kwa maringo huku na huku, hasa ukichanua mkia wako,” Kinyonga akasema.
“Na wewe hupendi?” Tausi akamwuliza.
“Sio hivyo rafiki yangu. Mimi nilikuwa napendezewa na hizo rangi zako nzuri na natamani na mimi ningeweza kuwa na rangi kama hizo. Si bora ungenipa na mimi hiyo siri yako ili na mimi niwe mzuri kama wewe?”
Tausi akacheka sana, “Ha ha ha Ha ha ha” mpaka akawa hawezi kujizuia. Kinyonga akashangazwa na hali hii ya tausi mwishowe akamuuliza akamuuliza, “ni kitu gani kimekuchekesha namna hiyo?”

Tausi kwa taabu akajizuia huko kucheka kwake na kumjibu, “Umenichekesha rafiki yangu kwa sababu vipi utapata uzuri kama wangu au siri gani hiyo nikupe uweze kujibadilisha? Kwani mimi sikujiumba mwenyewe kuwa hivi…”
Kinyonga akamkatiza maneno kwa kumwambia, “Sawa kama hutaki kunisaidia, wewe ringa tu, mimi nitatafuta njia mwenyewe.” Tausi akamtizama kwa mshangao akiwaza je huyu Kinyonga ataweza vipi kujigeuza?  Kinyonga akaondoka na huzuni na masikitiko akimwacha Tausi na fikra.

Mapambazuko ya siku ya pili na mapema yalimpata Kinyonga tayari yuko njiani kujitafutia njia ya kujigeuza na ndio akakutana na Kombomwiko.
“Habari ya asubuhi Mende.”
“Nzuri sana Kinyonga. Je mbona na asubuhi mapema leo? Unaelekea wapi?”
“Ah rafiki yangu pengine hata wewe utaweza kunisaidia.”
“Niambie rafiki yangu, nikiweza nitakusaidia,” akajibu Kombomwiko.
Basi Kinyonga akaendelea, “Mimi natamani sana niwe na rangi mwilini kama vile Tausi na sijui nifanye vipi hata niweze kupata rangi hizo. Je unaweza kunisaidia kimawazo?”
Kombomwiko akamjibu,“Ah! Kwani rangi yako ina nini? Si mimi pia niko na rangi moja mwili mzima na nimeridhika nayo? Hivi ndivyo tulivyoumbwa.”

Kinyonga akaona hapa hatopata msaada wowote akamwambia Kombomwiko, “Basi wewe bakia hivyo hivyo, mimi nitaendelea kutafuta njia ya kuweza kujigeuza rangi niwe kama Tausi. Kwaheri.” Akashika njia yake na kumwacha Kombomwiko na wazo kama za Tausi; je ni vipi ataweza Kinyonga kujigeuza rangi ya mwili wake?




Kinyonga akaendelea na safari yake na baada ya muda akakutana na paka akamtangulizia salamu.
“Paka hujambo?”
“Sijambo Kinyonga. Leo mbona uko mbali huku na makao yako ya kawaida?” Paka akauliza.
“Niko njiani nikitafuta namna ya kujigeuza niwe na rangi nzuri nzuri kama Tausi…”
Hata kabla hajamaliza matamshi yake, Paka akamkatiza na kicheko cha ajabu.
“HAHAHA HAHAHA HEHEHE….” Aliangua kicheko kile huku akiwa chali mara akijipindua hivi na vile maana aliona ajabu kuwa Kinyonga aliamini ataweza kujigeuza rangi ya mwili wake.

Kinyonga alipoona namna anavyocheka paka kwa stihizai alikasirika na kuondoka huku akilini akijiambia, “Nitamwonesha huyu Paka kuwa naweza kujigeuza!”.....

Je Kinyonga ataweza kubadilisha rangi ya mwili wake? Ungana na mimi wakati ujao Mungu akipenda tufatilie hadithi hii!

Tuesday, 15 November 2016

UNBROKEN WINGS; SPREADING THE WINGS

CHAPTER TWO

Continuation from 'Unbroken Wings- chapter 1': http://strokesofmypen.blogspot.co.ke/2016/10/unbroken-wings.html
Photo Courtesy: https://angypaints.files.wordpress.com
“My parents have given me tremendous support. They never stopped me at any juncture to pursue whatever I wanted to do. After class eight, I couldn’t go on with secondary education due to my condition but I joined Burhaniya finishing college instead. I did a two years home science course there where I perfected my art of embroidery, crotchet, fabric/glass painting amongst other skills that I learnt,” she says as she looks at her art pieces, longingly, that are still hanged on her bedroom walls, “Unfortunately I stopped doing art when I started venturing into other things in life, but I still love art like I always have.”
Nafisa didn’t stop spreading her wings by learning art; she went on to seeking a job where she first worked at a Celebral Palsy centre situated in Tudor in 1994. She however had to quit because the pay couldn’t fit her needs and also it being a tough job handling the challenged children. She thereafter studied several packages at Aries Data Systems, she got a job at Compucon Ventures Ltd and worked there for two years before the company closed. Not giving up, she went on to work at Tyre and Tread ventures, worked there for a while before moving on to Marajani Communications where the working hours and days were challenging and thus couldn’t stay there any longer too. Her last job was with her father at Hatimi Joinery works Ltd.
Besides all that, she was also a member of the Rotary Club of Mombasa since 1998. The club brings people together for beneficial activities, fellowship and to help the needs of others. Nafisa became part of the Rotaract wing which is the youth wing of Rotary club i.e. below 30 fellows. She was given the responsibility of Director of community service three months after becoming a member, later she became its president in 2000 and 2001. Again in 2009, she joined ‘Inner Wheel club of Mombasa’ which is a group of the wives and female relatives of Rotarians. In this group she served as a president for two years.
“Nafisa used to do wonders at the Rotaract youth wing. She used to come up with great ideas, organize everything, work tirelessly and make things happen. They used to call me her transport manager for I would always be the one to pick her up for meetings and all events. I tell you, Nafisa is the strongest woman I have ever met. She never made me feel her disability or even allow me to pity her at any moment,” Manoj, her long-time friend says.
“My sister has always been doing things that not even us; the normal and healthy beings are doing. While she was still at Rotaract, she once came up with this idea of feeding handicapped children during Christmas. She arranged everything and made packages for the children by the help of other Rotractors. During that Christmas, we fed 1200 children. It was a huge success. It was because of her great ambition and passion that she was sponsored by Rotary International for a tour to Zambia, Malawi, Mozambique and Zimbabwe,” Hussein, Nafisa’s elder brother narrates.
“What Nafisa has done is prove to me and everyone else that disability is not inability. She physically participates in all events. You know we have so many people who have roads named after them, hospitals, schools yet all they did is give out  large cheques while someone like Nafisa always goes out of her way to do the charity projects. She is resourceful, determined, kind and caring; always has great ideas and makes sure she is present to supervise all her projects. Nafisa works even when it is harmful for her body. She is indeed one of the unsung heroes,” an ex-rotarian says.
In 2006, Nafisa went on to do something that was going to change her life forever. She organized a stage drama by the name ‘Dear Diary’ which was highlighting the challenges of the disabled. The play revolved around Hanifa, who has lived with a physical disability all her life. She is forced out of school at an early age due to her failing health, shattering her dreams of becoming a lawyer. She then meets Zaheer and falls in love with him. But Zaheer did that one devastating thing; he dumps Hanifa for a ‘perfectly created’ lady. The play was sponsored by Nakumatt holdings, directed by Namanje and Godiah, stage managed by Muscat Sayye and produced by Nafisa herself. It was first acted at Little Theatre Club and the play brought a new untouched topic to people’s minds; the hidden feelings of the disabled.
The play won the hearts of many and the start was magical. The play opened with the main character, Nafisa, being wheeled onto the podium to receive an award. But she pauses at the base of the staircase and rejects her guide’s offer to lift her onto the stage. She then read what she calls a speech from her diary:
“I am standing before this staircase of confusion with a task of transforming my thoughts, to a destiny and the access to this wonderful destiny lies on the ability of this wheelchair. I have struggled all my life to make it to the peak, and I am standing at the foot of my dream to receive a star of honour for serving diligently towards a humanity cause. They are giving medals to humanity-generals up there (points to the podium), but the same problem I have fought all my life (pointing at the stairs) is barring me from receiving my priceless trophy.”
The play was staged again thrice at Little theatre club again, then done again twice in 2008 at the same venue while the last two shows were staged in 2009, in Kenya National theatre in Nairobi.
“My aim for Dear Diary is to change the perception of the society of people with disability. And another thing that inspired me to put up my life on stage is that every time I visit the United Kingdom, I get a completely different experience as there are facilities for the physically disabled. I feel that if a quarter of the facilities there were put in place in our country, our life would be better for us.”
In 2011, she formed an initiative with the same name as her play, ‘Dear Diary Initiative”. It is a non-profitable community initiative to advocate for the welfare and rights of the disabled. With that, Nafisa allowed herself to transform from being a sensitive girl with unachieved dreams to a strong, passionate lady making changes.
“Nafisa dedicated her life to Dear Diary. She still does. And without bias I would say, Dear Diary is Nafisa more than it is a group. She is the face of the initiative and she has worked without paying herself any penny from what they are offered. See Dear Diary depends entirely on sponsors and well wishers. Nafisa is not working anywhere else to earn herself any extra penny. Yet still, she would never accept any money for herself from Dear Diary Money. Even the religion allows us that for the collector of charity gets a portion, but Nafisa would never allow that. She does this entirely as charity. She is strong willed and a go-getter,” Mustan, Nafisa’s other brother says.
Without knowing it, Nafisa was inspiring many other disabled people AND normal people. To date DDI projects have been so many and her principle was that, disabled people do not need us to give them food and money and our sympathy. But they need us to help them in ways that can make them stand up for themselves. Be strong enough to venture into the world. Hence, Nafisa’s strategies in DDI was not only providing food but more important things like albino caps, educational text books in brail, reflective jackets, wheelchairs, mosquito nets among many other things. This is precisely what made Nafisa outstanding. She knew exactly what her fellows needed. She is empathetic and looks beyond the corners of the box. She wanted to make a difference and she did. She still does.
“I have known Nafisa since childhood and I was there too when her story was first staged. I was the one who was playing the background music of the play. I have been with her through many phases of her life and have always considered her my sister. From her childhood where she used to like scrabble and keram and hide and seek, to the days we used to meet at her grandparents’ farm in Mariakani during holidays, to the times she would feel low due to loneliness…I can tell you that she is very aggressive, hardworking, with a vision. She never asks for favours from anyone not unless it is entirely above her powers. Otherwise, she is very strong and independent…and this is how she has been able to make DDI something amazing,” Aziz, her other childhood friend says.
On September 2015, Nafisa and her Dear Diary team organized a charity fashion show to raise funds for physically challenged people at Fort Jesus in Mombasa. All the participants were people living with a disability. The event was attended by hundreds of people, including Mombasa County gender and sports executive Mohammad Abbas and director of gender and youth department Esther Ingolo.
“When she first told me about the fashion show I have to admit I wasn’t really sure how it would turn out but it was a great success! I wasn’t surprised though, this is Nafisa. She has always been strong and firm and she never gives up. She is truly a source of inspiration,” Juzer, one of Nafisa’s relatives and close friend says.
“Just at the last moment, some of her colleagues at Dear Diary dropped out of the project. It became a panic moment because it was unexpected. My other brother called me that Nafisa needed us, so we rushed in to help. But as always Nafisa was positive and ensured that the fashion show worked out amazingly as planned,” Hussein recalls.
“The use of the word Outstanding would be undermining Nafisa. She is more than that.  Why? Usually when a person is challenged, they usually are either trying to help themselves or are looking at others to help them but Nafisa is out to help others.  I believe she would have done more of charity work if not impended by her challenges but again I don’t think an abled person would be doing so much she is doing right now. But then again you would only feel the pinch if you wear the shoes.
I also remember when we were in our early adulthood; she joined Leo Club where I was the chairman and would be game for any activity or picnics we would plan. Never once did we have to make any special arrangements for her. Whilst as usual a distance came in-between us till the time she joined the Leo Club. Again I moved to Nairobi and only got back when I joined DDI. For the past 3 years we are in touch almost on weekly basis with the common factor being the charity work.” –Muslim
As such, Nafisa was increasingly creating hope in many other people's lives. She was restoring faith in humanity in many souls...
TO BE CONTINUED...