THE LOVE BIRDS (part one)

I was dressed, ready to leave. I checked the new notification on my phone; the time said 06:00am.I couldn’t comprehend I was this early for school (not that I hate it), but I quickly realised that the excitement of going to a new school had swallowed me in full. There was no denying that I had this burning desire to see what that term had for me, curiosity had gotten the better of me .My imaginations were filled with what the school looked like, what type of students went there and if at all I could finally find a school full of fun.

Thirty minutes later, I was in my new school. Some of my imaginations were slightly satisfied except the ‘new boy’ look I got from the students from the pick-up point all the way to the office. I mean I enjoy attention and all, but their eyes were piercing.

The receptionist was a cheerful young lady who seemed to be around 25.She had blonde hair and blue eyes. When she folded her mouth into a smile, there was no reason to act cold.

“Drew right?” She regards me.

I slowly nod in approval.

“Well I was expecting you; I hope you will be as early on every other day”. She smiles

“No worries”. I say with a smile to match hers.

“Come on now Drew, I will have to show you to your new class. Oops forgive my manners, Drew I’m Miss Smith by the way”

I’m half listening to Miss Smith because my eyes are fixed elsewhere when we walk. I am looking at this girl across the hall way. She has a well-shaped face. I notice how her hair falls neatly on her shoulders. This glimpse seems like a gaze because it lasts enough to notice all these attractive features. When she turns to notice me, it’s like she detected a pair of eyes scanning her. Her eyes are like crystals. As she smiles at me, I feel this connection I cannot fathom, but at the moment everything can be drawn to her striking beauty. My eyes smile back at her.

I am so absent minded in this class, but everyone seems friendly and I don’t like it at all .It all seems like sympathy and I detest such. My mind is still tied to the spot where I saw her. The thought of her brings robust anticipation and exhilaration. Nobody can obliterate this thought of her, not even the stern face of my new economics teacher.

“I have to know her”. I tell my self

During the first break, I apply the policy of splendid isolation on my new classmates with the aim to find her. I have really evolved. I imagine how just a few years ago I was this coy guy who couldn’t look girls in their eyes, especially pretty ones and here I am hunting for a pretty one. I smile to myself at this thought.

“There you are”. I say with a smile as I see her.

“Excuse me, what do you mean?” she says with an indifferent look.

“Well, couldn’t help, but notice you this morning .Thought it wise to say hello” .I shrug

“In that case, I don’t think you are wise “. She says curtly.

“Well being rude doesn’t make you any unattractive, try again”. I say with a smile

“Only that little boogie in your nose does” .I say with a serious face this time

She seems insecure as she tries to poke her nose with the tip of her finger covered with tissue. She then stops when she notices I tricked her because I am laughing at her.

“I see you have jokes, what’s your name”

“I’m Drew, what’s yours?”

“Vanessa”

“It’s a pleasure meeting you Vanessa. You know it would never hurt to have your line this morning”

I save her line in my phone, pleased she couldn’t front over me having it.

“I will call you when I can yeah, but in the meantime, stay pretty”. I chuckle.

new love beams with excitement

new love beams with excitement

NOTE: THIS STORY IS COMPLETELY FICTIONAL AND HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH MY PERSONAL LIFE.

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Live to serve,serve to live

It is the second Friday of 2014 and I’ve had a rough week as I have never struggled this much finding a topic to write about any other week. As I lay in bed this morning-half asleep, I ponder over this situation and to my surprise and relief a thought saying live to serve and serve to live encompassed my mind. I have been seeing a similar phrase on my friend’s pm on BBM long enough and as I write this, I dedicate this post to him because without him, I probably could not have thought of this as I endeavor to give a panoptic of these ideas.

In 2009, in my eleventh grade, I had a chance to go to Chengelo School’s outdoor activity centre; Ndubaluba.After having completed our challenges that week, the guides gave us attributes on paper that they had identified in us. One of my friends was said to be” servant hearted” and the picture of how this stirred great humor among us (his peers)is still vivid in my mind. I contemplated this attribute and in time, I realised that it was actually the greatest of ours all, much as we laughed about it. Now what I have realised in life is how most people are conceited, condescending and pompous. Gladly, there exists a humble few in whom greatness hides.

A servant is a creator. A master is not one without a servant he is therefore created by the servant. I would prefer to serve than to be served. Do not think of it in a way of a master being superior to the servant, but in a way of assisting anyone in any way. You see, with living to serve and serving to live, being a servant makes you a master. I mean you do not have to be a servant to serve. It brings complacency and joy when you know your efforts put someone in a better position.

One thing my Dad told me that I will live to remember is that “When you are always begging, you will become enslaved by the person you are begging from in the process”. What the old man was implying here is that you’ve got to work hard so you live to serve and not be served. This reminds me of Acts 20:35, “it is more blessed to give than to receive”. Here, giving is also serving. The fact of the matter is that it is not always that people will appreciate your service anyhow, but you will serve because it is only logical and humane. Like Kennedy said, do not look at what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country. So service is a key to a nation’s development.

Living to serve and serving to live is not just a notion, it is a lifestyle. In 2014, make it a habit to serve others with love. Putting a smile on someone is priceless and comes with a blessing from above. Believe me this is the simplest way to build society. Forget about aid for once and give it to someone today.

Today, every day, always, live to remember and to spread the word; LIVE TO SERVE AND SERVE TO LIVE.

Saved to live,live to serve

Saved to live,live to serve

DEAR 2014

Dear 2014, I would like to officially welcome you into my life. As 2013 may have told you at his farewell, I am not flawless. What you are in for is witnessing an individual striving to be better.

Dear 2014, you will note I have friends and I have enemies, some I can never tell apart. You will notice that pleasing some of them is pointless and if I am to continue in that direction, I lose my joy. I decided that maintaining an image that I’m not to satisfy others is suicidal. I humbly learned that my happiness matters-the most and I’m in control of its existence.

Dear 2014, do not judge me like the rest.2013 knows best that I do not appreciate that disease. I love correction, but you will not look down on me like I am the first acquaintance you met with a weakness. You will realise that it is thoughtful to encourage me, rebuke me, rationally criticise me as I reciprocate these gestures. The idea here is to help each other. Dear 2014, learn to build and not demolish because standing tall is the aim.

Dear 2014, 2013 may have explained how I have lately shun away from love.I remember how 2013 was impressed when I told him I had never met anyone that deserved me. He fathomed how high my standards had risen in relation to 2012. He, however, found me irresponsible when I told him also that I wasn’t ready to be committed. I don’t know if you will understand me in this area, 2014, but know that I live for patience and faith. You will soon learn that not all handsome guys are players and lack principles. You will learn not to judge a book by its covers.

Dear 2014, if I may be the only one not giving you promises people call resolutions, I am fine with it. I just want you to continue with me where 2013 left me because lying to you is lying to myself. You will see that my life is a constant struggle to perfection. I failed, I fell, I lost but I never gave up. I will frown and I will smile. I will fight and I will overcome, but through it all you will still be my companion, my year.

A new year is here

A new year is here