"Half Baked Idiot"

I am non perishable item, I have no sell by date neither Am I in limited offer, nor Am I available to the highest bidder. I am not terrified of defeat, I am worried of inaction. If you have nothing to do do not stroll on my backyard, because I Will shoot you in self defense. You do not take beating on my behalf, I whip you in the courtyard of justice for I create my own battles and craft my winning formula. I am an empire with no territory to claim. I am truth, a revolution of truth, a sight to be hold and always on motion. I am a phenomena. A process, a highly evolving being, a customer with no grudge, a king without borders, For I am untenable investor. I am a system of culture, with a priceless price tag and deficit owed to no one apart from a half baked idiot, who died naked last winter.

If you think I am your pillow you forgot I am your mattress too, the one you soiled with your streams of tears and rivers of sorrows when I mattered most. If you think I am your door mat you haven't built a house yet, for I broke in your borrowed fortified apartment and stole your soul home. Do not lay in waiting, Your window of opportunity is closing fast. You better build a tunnel of hope not an escape route for you will be burned alive in bay of hypocrisy and shores of pretenders washed to the coast line for they were lighter than the tide. They committed suicide even when they knew they were dead sinking, to the bottomless pit of self destruction. You have no chance of survival because you refused to live in search of freedom. You valued sticking with things, and things valued stinking with you in the borrowed time from hell. Now return back my time and my borrowed soul or consult your unapologetic fake doctor before consuming this truth, for you forgot your psychotropic medication while digging your own unmarked grave in an occupied territory.

By ~Njoroge wa Ngige~ 082115 -2305hrs

The Invisible Bridge

The Invisble Bridge

Standing on the bridge of life,

To go or not go it’s still a go,

The river below does not stop,

The tidal waves whirling around,

The current being current,

Swept my currency away,

While Crunching on my last straw,

I contemplate on the three lines

The only three lines in life,

Born,

Dead,

Legacy.

I puke the past

hiccup the future

and  diarrhea the present

The first Two I have no choice,

Either way the first gives way to the second.

The third I can redeem,

If I don’t visit jail or cemetery

The only two places that never fill up,

But I have been running without walking,

Breathing without air,

Swallowing without chewing,

Seeing without looking.

 

To determine the life I want to live,

Standing on the bridge of life,

Going is a must.

Forward, Backwards or Under,

I must return the borrowed time,

And my dentures too,

For I knocked my teeth on the floor,

With every bitter fake smile I flashed,

While swimming on the dry land,

For I drunk all the water.

With my candle burning on both ends,

I must cross the bridge,

While standing on the bridge of life.

 

By Njoroge wa Ngige 081515 -0342hr

'Pastors From Hell'

There is certainly something mythical and peculiar in regards to ignorance of a sizable congregation following fake, rogue 'pastors' from hell not only with their head, spirit and soul but also with their hard earned cash. ‪#‎Pastornganga‬ (You should generally avoid live TV interviews if you have a difficult relationship with logic and sense!) A case in point is recent social outburst of allegedly hit and run 'trafficked' offence of a pastor from ' down under' that resulted in a tragic loss of young wife and a broken life of surviving widower. Its a mad world thanks to the versions of peddled lies and twisted theories. How on earth does police report differ astronomically with an eye witness report, and a picture of mangled car that tell a thousand tales. Ideally a good theory would be practically useful. 

However, understanding the as$H&%e 'pastors' we are stuck with might help us think constructively about how best to handle them on sight or in imagined dream. We might get a better sense of when the 'Lucifer agents' are at crossroads or when to resist them and at best to be ignored or to be hurled in the dungeons. Thanks to social media, justice in today's world seems to be for the highest bidder. 

In the meantime we are still looking for some missing 'Man of god' another pastor from Western Kenya. He apparently decided to move to 'heavenly isolation ward' and is yet to return at middle of the night of ungodly hour with a vision about 'Heaven; At this rate Satan must have taken an early retirement for he has more than enough 'professional' conscripted demons walking on Mother earth. Please do not lay hands on me I have just taken shower! 

All this as$h%&# 'pastors' are not just annoying impostors but deeply bothersome persons, Bothersome enough to trigger feelings of powerlessness, fear and rage especially with a 'Range'. To make matters worse we may be unable to understand why exactly a 'man of god' would opt to walk 'naked' with a stolen registration book on earth and mercilessly con you money for you to know whether your name apparently appears in the book of life! 

Some of these 'pastors' have swallowed pellets of addictive demons that either at will vomit fire or at certain pressures of pleasure and leisure emits rivers of sorrows, pain and anguish. Their followers are trapped in bondage of ignorance while their 'pastors' carry their hopes in briefcase's. We must reject them because every turn they make just looks like a straight line to hell.

By ~Njoroge wa Ngige~ 081215

‘Gathitima’ -Power Without Life

‘Gathitima’ -Power Without Life

I am tired of pretense. I am tired of rhetoric. I am indeed tired of lethargic effect of untimely condolences created not made. If you are running a marathon there must be spectators urging you on to the finish line. Likewise if you are a certified substance abuse addict or alcoholic for that matter society must treat you like a marathoner. Such that your being an addict did not happen overnight. It cut a social habitual graph that defined most of your days activity imbibing over time. Using and using more became a bottomless pit. Thus you became depended. Got Hooked up.  In my humble opinion it takes a considerable amount of time to prepare for a marathon.  Kenya is re-known world over for setting fastest paces, making her own world record marathon races and breaking the same at will all these seemingly effortlessly.  We lead in the park of marathon others simply follow. That is our signature line.  There is an insurance advert line that keeps me thinking and I like it most before it hooks up to the noose. The line is “You absolutely have no obligation, or in other words in case of an accident you are not liable whatsoever. In this particular instance of addiction we are however all liable in one way more than the other.  Someone has to take government of kenya to task for causing innocent life loss due to sudden withdrawal of alcohol. The Addict does not ask for illicit brew or legal version he simply consumes what current market provides, or whatever his economic status can afford.

Kenya is a one nation as far as it is concerned to the fight against illicit brew.  We shall surely fight you to the ‘Mvunguni mwa kitanda’. When it comes to mega corruption of our recent age known or imagined its is an attack to tribe, a community. When it comes to fight against illicit brew and second generation ‘addiction’  we are almost in unison across the divide.  What happened to the values and traditions that define our nation Kenya.  Corruption and the venom of KQ billions of loses will be a subject for another sober day because I can’t take off now. Today I am high , I am grounded and the bailout won’t do magic. What I smoked or inhaled from the neighbors balcony must be K2 (a concoction of Cannabis and speed)  or I may have ingested pure changaa, which is Russian vodka version made in Mukuru kwa njenga slum or brewed somewhere in Busia border and delivered timely before dawn in central Kenya. Never mind the numerous road blocks erected along the Malaba Busia Border or Nakuru-Naivasha Highway. We now know from reliable sources they are in most part purely express avenues of live ‘Hongo na kitu kikubwa’  corruption et al.. I might be high on  ‘Muguks’ (Some natural occurring stimulant herbal plant)  or  I probably  ‘high jacked’  a pickup track from Meru via Siakago with tones of Khat or Miraa “eine gehfelisch druge” now burned in  Germany since 1998 but parked at my backyard somewhere in East Leigh ready for shipment to Kismayo.

Addiction and Alcoholism is not as easy as flossing our teeth or flushing a toilet. The Kenyan Government deserves all support from all quarters in resolve to fight illicit brew once and for all. I have no problem in fighting the bad liquor but I have a serious clinical and behavioral problem in how we have handled our Kenyan alcoholics and drug addicts. Availability of drugs and alcohol is easier than the democratic space we have fought for so long.  We have however been so much intoxicated with political brew that we asked for not. What we ordered at mama pima was delivered with sophistication of urgency that no sooner we had galloped the concoction down our throats while standing, we were whisked away to collapse on the way home. The last nail on our coffin was swallowed alive. The Government has come up with tough laws which I surely support. Brilliance at work. However the laws have not killed the menace of alcoholism and addiction but literally killed breathing souls of our brothers and sisters. Not unless as a Kenyan your brain is extracted from your skull or your memory sold to the highest bidder that you can’t notice the loss of lives during the fight against illicit brew. We would have otherwise saved lives if we employed pragmatic and proactive exit strategy in the whole fight against illicit brew. Its common sense which in most at times is not common, we can’t be too emotional to withdraw cheap liquor and not too emotional when my face book page is full with sudden death R.I.P initials that don’t tell you exactly what happened. Most of commentaries made a mockery of the deceased. In our African culture we do not mock the dead because they are defenseless and it’s a taboo.  Some comments were composed straight from hell and burnt all the way like California wild forest fires to our social media. Some even liked the button. How and when did we as civil society became so insensitive to human suffering.

The Government of Kenya could have identified rehabs and emergency mobile clinics that could have handled withdrawals not funerals. Life not deaths. Addicts and alcoholics life matters. Addiction is a mental and socio-physiological disease that envelopes our normal daily activities. Young life gone too soon. If indeed it was because of Alcoholism withdraw, then it must have been painful writhing death. The Government Should have created an exit strategy before being so reactive. Some lives, would have  been saved. The funeral expense will roughly translate to a three month rehabilitation in a modest centre. If he had children we can't replace the father figure even if he was a drunkard as allegedly here by some comments. Addiction is a mental & physiological disease. Deliriums tremens (gathitima) can be lethal. What many don't know in hospital we use controlled alcohol intake to stabilize the patient due to withdrawal syndrome. Rest in peace. my Condolence to the immediate family has become a too familiar line someone has to be found culpable of causing untimely deaths, suffering and pain.

So far the country has  lost thousands from the  illicit brew menace. Thousand have been buried before. They literary walked blind to their graves as we mocked them and cracked our ribs such that “Hata Mkizima stima tutakunywa tu!”.   In the drunkenness and abyss of  addiction the state or any one for that matter has no moral authority to voluntary or involuntary strip one his or her dignity addicted or sober.  American Society of Addiction Medicine defines addiction as a primary, chronic disease of brain reward, motivation, memory and related circuitry. Dysfunction in these circuits leads to characteristic biological, psychological, social and spiritual manifestation. While other definitions like America National institute on drug abuse asserts that Addiction is defined as a chronic, relapsing brain disease that is characterized by compulsive drug seeking and use, despite harmful consequences. It is considered a brain disease because drugs change the brain; they change its structure and how it works. These brain changes can be long lasting and can lead to many harmful, often self-destructive, behaviors. The alcoholics in Central province Kenya and elsewhere deserve continuum of care through immediate rehabilitation not condolences and and R.I.P abbreviations. They need to wake sober in the next chapter of life.  

Are You Still stuck in ‘Egypt’?

Are You Still stuck in ‘Egypt’?

Y

ou see me and expect something dramatic. Not today! Tomorrow Neema Community Church we are unveiling a new spacious magnificent House of God in Olathe, Kansas, address 621, S. Lee Ave, Olathe, KS, 66061 . You are all invited.  I am excited and equally elated. I am also confused and equally concerned because I will make a solid 25 minutes’ drive to and from the new ‘Neema’ sanctuary without glancing on the gas gauge.   

You ask why and some churches of late have become house of wars, conman ship cartels and not worship?  I understand your frustration even better, because today it is no longer viewed primarily fashionable to talk about Church matters leave alone God Almighty.  When in some instances you say you miss attending church services you are viewed with suspicious obnoxious looks that suggest that either you are out of mind, several prehistoric evolving ages backward or you definitely forgot taking your imaginary misdiagnosed schizophrenic medication with unknown side effects yet.

 In essence we have deliberately or by extension been coerced knowingly or not removed God from our midst. God does not seem relevant because our alarm can wake us up without power failure. In other words we have replaced God’s mighty hand with our limited of reasoning and fictitious imagination. We have indeed replaced God with our Biology class and physics’ law or relativity simply because what God’s says in his Biblical Holy Word does not agree with my graduate degree or for that matter my inept lack of canonical knowledge.

It is on record that ignorance is more expensive than education, and my Bible asserts that: ‘My people perish because of lack of knowledge’ "Hosea 4:6". Lack of Knowledge in simple terms is ‘stupidity’! The fact that you say ‘I am saved Halleluiah’ is not enough, even the devil he himself can pull that scot-free without losing his legion and allegiance in bright day light or winking accolades to your free view with no obligation whatsoever as they say. God demands real worship not pretense and mockery. God is not requesting you and me to worship Him. He demands that and no less. Because you know what, Our God is a Jealous God "Exodus 34:14", even the stones can worship Him if we pay lip service but he demands that on the breath of life you and I not stones must truly bow unto Thee.

If you still view God as unreal in your life and only real in the scriptures or when you are stuck in your legal or imagined unending dramas of life and uncertainty, He will surely deliberately leave you in ‘Egypt’, a little bit longer until you are ripe to cross the red sea unto the Jordan river banks of abundance and true worship where your double portion lies there in-waiting. If you want be a doctor you must hang out with a real medical doctor who has at the least attended real pharmacology class and returned back in theater to perform a successful surgery not with a farmer who harvested his wheat in August of the summer heat simply because he had followed the weather man right prediction of Gods Promises on seasons. These bring me back to the original statement about driving 25 minutes on a freeway just to attend a church service.

It kept me thinking that our parents and forefathers   must have walked for miles to worship The Lord God of Hosts in their respective churches, it was journeying almost a pilgrimage of life time every Sabbath "Ex. 20:8–11" ...A holy day set apart each week for rest and worship. After God created all things, he rested on the seventh day and commanded that one day each week be a day of rest to help people remember him" ... They walked while we cannot or if we can we complain about driving to church. It’s a shame! In essence we have moved physically towards and closer to God but spiritually in my humble view many are still in Egypt, we have literally turned back and become the proverbial stones of salts. Our past is holding us back while our future is beckoning but we are entertained by the present unwavering bills of life that we have totally lost focus.  Busy life you say!?. It will not be business as usual when we die and meet our maker. Choices have consequences and no choice is a choice too. You chose not to choose. That’s a choice not decency of lip service freedom that our weary ears have grown deaf to.

Tomorrow I am ready to drive, walk, crawl or hike a lift to my new sanctuary in Olathe, Kansas for like Elisha said to Elijah in the Biblical recordings "As surely as the LORD lives and as you live, I will not leave you." 2 Kings :2:2.", and as well as Ruth replied to Hannah .. But Ruth said, “Do not urge me to leave you or to return from following you. For where you go I will go, and where you lodge I will lodge. Your people shall be my people and your God shall be my God ..."Ruth 1:16". 

You must find and follow an 'Elijah or Elisha' church in your locality, a church that allows true faith questions of interrogation if it is a sincere discipleship mentoring true church of Jesus Christ our Lord and Saviour. Holly Spirit will reveal that to you at the appointed time for He surely dwells among us after the Calvary. Otherwise look before you convince yourself you are standing lest you start falling since you have been stuck in Egypt all this long. You are welcome Tomorrow to be with us at Neema Community Church new sanctuary at Olathe, Kansas,  Or any other Sunday of your God given choice. Be blessed.

Original works By Njoroge wa Ngige. 080115