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Tuesday, November 23, 2004
My man if I were to order him from a pizza parlour would have to come with certain garnishes nothing too rich or too extravagant. The man would have to love me for what l am and all my faults. My man would have to be educated and he has to read books and we would spend hours talking books that we have read and those that we will read. However, a man is not dough to be moulded there is only one minor detail a tiny requirement is that his eye does not wander and if it does that this would be the only part of his anatomy that would wander.
But I wonder if at this age I SHOULD BE ORDERING PIZZA clogging my arteries and the cholestrol. I have seen someone who is not pizza like strong quietly confident black man. Maybe next time I will go for the exotic pizza with hot red and green chillies withpeperoni but right now I love the ham and mushroom.
Monday, November 22, 2004
Fear less, hope more;
Whine less, breathe more;
Talk less, say more;
Hate less, love more
And all good things are yours.
Anon
Monday, November 08, 2004
Some people walk in the rain
Others just get wet
Roger Miller
Keep you face towards the sun and
God will take care of the shadows
Anon
Thursday, November 04, 2004
As l grow older and being at school begins to fade away, I realise that I have some wonderful memories of school and yet on the other hand I can remember how much l hated it. That is the dichotomy(!) I also think l made some good friends there or is that my imagination? I am not saying when I left school for anyone who is thinking reunion. However, for anyone who reads my blog and was in Limuru Girl's reveal yourself by leaving at least a contact. The nostalgia for me is those misty Limuru mornings which meant we could not use the swimming pool. The beautiful flowers in the quadrant and yet lurking in there were chameleons. The Junior Common Room and the pianos. The Library which was made full use prior to the exams. One day I will write a story of the post-colonial way of educating African women rather than women in their rights but educating them to be the wives of adminstrators, Our headmistress intervened and I think of my lot there are more career women who have carved a place in the business and co-orporate world.
School is a good experience if you know why you are learning but my reason for learning are lost in the mist of time......
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
I said a prayer for you today
And know that God must have heard
I felt the answer in my heart
Although He spoke no word
I did not ask for wealth or fame.
I knew you wouldn’t mind,
I asked him to send treasures
Of a far more lasting kind.
I asked that he be near you
At the start of each new day
To grant you health and blessings
And friends to share your way
I asked for happiness for you
In all things great and small
But it was for His loving care
I prayed the most of all
Monday, November 01, 2004
On Saturday, October 16th, 2004, I was not in to listen to Home Truths on Radio 4, however, I always listen to the repeat on Mondays whether I heard it on Saturday or not. On Monday October 18th, 2004 I heard John Peel signing off saying that he was going to Peru for a couple of weeks and we would be in the capable hands of his replacement………. for the life of me I cannot remember his name.
The Saturday after I half listened to the replacement and then on Monday after Book at Bedtime, I was just about to change over stations when I remembered Home Truths…….. The unfamiliar voice came over, it irritated me for some strange reasons and I clearly remembered mumbling to myself “Oh John will be back in a couple of weeks time……….”
Wow at 2’oclock on Tuesday October 26th, when I heard the news of John’s death, there was a a strong sense of grief and anger at his death, mainly the anger was that I was crying for the death of someone I do not even know or even have met. I had listened to Home Truths since 1999 and read John’s humorous column in the Radio Times. I was waiting for him to come back and tell us about his sojourn in Peru. The grief I feel for a stranger yet someone who I have heard over the airwaves; this is also tampered with the loss of someone who sounded kind and generous and filled with such sensitivity, (particularly as there are some talk radio stations that are peopled by rude jocks) and what the loss means to his family and friends.
What else can I say but I am glad that there was a John Peel on Radio 4 who brought something fresh. That feeling of disbelief and the persistent nagging thought that he will come back and regale us with his experiences in Peru. As one of the many listeners to Home Truths, I shall miss hearing your voice and May You Rest in Peace.