Change Your Scope of Life.

So I recently was going through some article at lifehack and found these points on how to change your view of life. I found it really impressive and have taken to doing the same. Straight to the point.

We all desire to be successful in every walk of life. 
Some of us might have read about the life story and hardships our idols experienced before acquiring name and fame.
The curtain is now raised, so let’s take a peek into things that successful people do that they will never tell you:

1. They have weird routines

Some of us may have read about the weird sleep and work routines of highly successful people.
While some successful people develop innovative ideas when asleep, some derive ideas by refusing to sleep!
Very few of us might know that Thomas Edison slept for hardly three hours per day!
Did you know that Beethoven developed ideas in his bathroom.
Some people prefer being completely solitary during work time.

2. They are ALWAYS positive

Highly successful people try spending most of their time with positive minded people. They don’t have time to waste with people who always focus on negative things. Not only that, successful people focus on positive aspects when undergoing rough patches in life.

3. They believe in themselves

We all have certain dreams and perceptions.
However, when the dreams and perceptions are shattered, successful people look at things through beginner’s eyes and view it as a new opportunity.
This is useful to all of us in the long run.

. They accept criticism

Successful people are open minded so as to accept honest feedback as well as criticism from people.
They view it positively and focus on improving themselves.

5. They visualize success

Whatever the short or long term goal may be, highly successful people always visualize their success even before achieving it.
They keep reminding themselves what exactly they need to achieve.

6. They are humble and philanthropic

Being humble and down-to-earth is by far a very peculiar sign of highly successful people.
They never boast about their achievements and continue life in the routine way.
Also, successful people are engaged in philanthropic activities, to improve lives of several needy people.
They believe they have gained a lot from the society.
On achieving success, they feel good sharing it back with the society.

7. They follow their heart

They remain true to their original self without worrying about others’ opinions.
They never try to be what ‘others’ want them to be and always follow their heart.
Not only that, they do laugh at themselves;
fail many times;
never hesitate to ask help from others when needed;
accept their shortcomings;
dream big!
They stretch themselves beyond their comfort zone.

Useful tips to become successful:

- Sometimes, it is just about overcoming your fears and taking risks in life. If you avoid taking risk, you may not discover your capabilities .Never be afraid of failure, it’s very important in finding success.
- Fail with an attitude.
- Follow a healthy routine, exercise regularly, eat well, laugh a lot, sleep peacefully, stop worrying.
- Sometimes, one needs to stop worrying about things beyond control.
- Look for and find opportunities where others give up.
- Take complete responsibility for your actions and outcomes or lack of them.
- Try being proactive instead of being reactive.
- Be sure about yourself and your deeds.
- Your looks, your dress does not determine your worth.
- Learn to swim against the tide.
- As in, have guts to follow only your heart and not the crowd!
- Do not take life seriously, learn to have fun as well!
- They don’t justify failure.
While unsuccessful people keep cribbing about their growing age, their health problems, their poor time management, their lack of luck, their bosses and their lack of opportunities, successful people are busy finding ways to overcome their challenges.

On this note, read these words from Eleanor Roosevelt:
“Great minds discuss ideas;
Average minds discuss events;
Small minds discuss people.”

Well there it is,hope it offers assistance. Adieu!

While I was Away...

Wow!
I just can't explain what I feel upon discovery of this blog that I started four years ago...and completely forgot about. Talk of priorities.
Well, the past four years have been quite a bunch, I must say...straight through campus, worthy travels, jilted lovers,vast experiences, friends and foes made in equal proportion. Life.
In reconnection with this blog, I feet that I should perhaps give a little account of whats been up and about over that time.
Over the years, I developed an insatiable crave for booze and other stuff that would make NACADA cringe in disgust, thankfully I got over both. In tandem with these 'discoveries', I landed myself into very interesting company, most of which was driven by love for either weed or booze. I then deteriorated down to a level that even I had never thought I'd sink to, but hey, who does?
I managed, with some help, to get a job at the Jomo Kenyatta International Airport and man! That is where the cash came in droves. Made new friends with people who both tilted my choices to ruin, and development.  Notably was this guy, Davy, who really made my time at the airport. In between shuffling passenger bags for delivery, ensuring customer satisfaction and dodging a menacing boss, (who really had a penchant for making us uncomfortable), we made quite a substantial amount of cash-by our standards.
At this point, I must say that the cash was never put into any good utility...though I can say that I used a great chunk of the cash to teach myself about the kind of friends I had made and the destructive capacity of reckless alcoholism.
 The Next Endeavor.
At some point, life happened and I quit working at the airport, then went back home.
I had to go complete my educational program in college in order to get a certificate, that would declare me 'learned' after spending a whooping 17 years of my life within the confines of strict facilities in the name of getting an education,only to be given some piece of paper,with embossed calligraphy and some verbal declaration of 'power to read'- REALLY??? True definition of mental slavery.
All through the following two years I toiled, broke loads of sweat shuffling between class and home where I assisted dad in the family business. The last of the two years is one that evokes lots of memories, both good and bad, beautiful and ugly.
It all started with the demise of my beloved grandma-God Rest her soul- when we somehow developed a tight bond with my step-brother. I do not really want to delve into the details of our bonding but we just clicked. After several tales about step mothers, both by family and friends bent on instilling fear in my poor little soul, I finally came around to the fact there are never ex-siblings or ex-parents...only ex-wives. To deny that wold be an exercise in futility.
We did tour the country with my brother... our escapades landing us in such zip-codes as Rhino conservancies, plain old water parks, adjacent countries and interesting cultures to say the least. We made connections with interesting people of varied character, experienced different cultures and learnt valuable lessons all along. I particularly single out one such venture that saw us go to Meru, just out of curiosity.
Meru
 The trip was awesome, a cocktail of natural scenery, up the hilly Nyahururu terrain and down the scopes of Mount Kenya, into the luscious green scenery that marked the vicinity of Meru county. We booked at some hotel next to the Kinoru Stadium whereby drinks and meals were the first pleasantries we asked for. When you go to Rome,do what the Romans do. This must have been what inspired me to ask for some khat from the locals, given the region's fame for production of the same. The effects of the herb motivated my desire for a night out, a venture that saw me almost elope with a damsel in distress.
Unfortunately, we had to leave the following morning amidst hefty empty promises to the lady of coming back for her. The trip back was quite the proverbial sting.
First, we ran into an accident scene at the Tharaka Nithi bridge...the sight of blood often sickens me to the bone. I had to try heaving that memory off my mind for the better part of the journey back. I am not a superstitious being but when you see blood at the onset of a journey...prepare for a spate of debacles through it. We got to Thika town where we cooled our heels for the night in preparation for the following day's journey.
Up and early, we got up and started off, for we wanted to make it home, almost 300km away by nightfall, given our vehicle's heating state. With this in mind, we unanimously decided to take a route that would shorten the distance by about 15%, plus allow us to circumvent the city's hectic traffic. So off we went into Gatundu South, way into the fertile terrains of Kiambu county with its gorgeous hillside scenery and straight into The Giacharage Rhino Conservancy. This is where the real hurdle was. With the aid of Google Maps on an Android device, we proceeded for about 20 Km through the park, and even insisted on going on where roads gave way to footpaths. We had to pay the ultimate price. Into the park we insisted our drive,while ignoring the gut feeling within to turn round or even ask for directions...we solely trusted in Google Maps, a feat in vanity. 24kilometers of dusty road, unkempt bushes and sights of mounds of rhino and buffalo dung, we found ourselves at the end of the road, facing an electric gate... that would supposedly lead us out of the park. No one had the courage to one,get out of the car in fear of the wild animals and secondly, apprehension of touching the electric gate. We hadn't come this far to die in some neglected park. So we turned round, back to the route we came from. Dust found abode both in the vehicle and its occupants,the sun mocked our path with menacing heat, as if it was bent on punishing our vain attempt at finding a shortcut.
We ate a sizable humble pie and had to ask for a way out, a few directions from the locals (that we had ignored earlier)  led us out of the murky labyrinth of intertwined earth roads and onto the tarmacked highway. Alas! The menace was done. Pulling into a service station along the way, the car-wash attendant insisted that we get vacuumed via a well worn out hose-pipe, thanks to the density of dust on us. All that is well ends well, another day on the road. We stopped over at Nakuru for the night. Tomorrow would take care of itself. 
Home at last. We decided to go rest for a while before we embarked for the journey back to Kisii for duty.

To be continued....

The Intern.

Woke up this morning,yearning to begin yet another day in the position of an intern. Of course,had to go to church in the morning to beef up my spiritual being-though I have to admit that of late I have been imbibing sure amounts of mututho-so we sing a lot and then it gets to the time that I have to chuck out my offering...of course,I bolt out of the church at a speed that Usain/Uasin Bolt would envy. Here I am,out of the church,place of work is a twenty minute walk,its now like an hour...gotta keep myself busy hehe Kenyan Style. I saunter lazily towards my place of work,then an idea hits me,I`m taking the bus.
Kenya is a great country with great people who have even greater egos...I take my seat next to this lady whose hairstyle I have only seen at Lady Gaga`s wardrobe,she has this gadget in her ear and yeah,I literally have to sneeze my way to work thanks to her cheap perfume. Her flimsy clothing more so exposes her voluptuous chest endowment...the Kenyan way. I alight.
Into the workplace,the guard at the gate frisks me combat-style you would be forgiven to think he`s fresh from military school,"toa hii kijana" he barks,pointing at my pockets,hehehe...nothing worth typing home about.
In the office,I meet my boss,a good lady,warm hearted and...halleluyah! "Good morning". Routine job begins,I love this place,they even got me a sitting space adjacent to the reception...quite good,and I have the privilege of `studying` all news papers including some `nameless` pieces. Nothing much to say,tea is already here...building the nation.