So I started a blog exactly two weeks ago today. Scary move. Here is why.

You see, I came to the sad realization that I really didn’t like how I lived my life, a while ago. So I made the very difficult choice to change how I lived it.

One thing at a time. Little by little, day by day. If you know how hard something that sounds as simple as this is, you will understand. If you don’t, I pray that you never have to.

Now, for as long as I can remember, I have always had a way with words. I could always tell a simple story well. You could say that I have a flair for the dramatic.

A little over two weeks ago, I finally built up the courage to start a blog. A thing I have always been encouraged to do by so many, but my fear of failure always got in the way.

So I took a step into the unknown. And I wrote away. And trust me, it took a lot of courage, for the lack of a better phrase, to go live.

Life gave me a gift and I had done such a terrible job of making the best out of it. I couldn’t respect a man who would do a thing like that. So I swore to myself that I would tell my stories even if no one read them. I would do it because it is the right thing to do. I would do it because I did not want to be burdened by all the words I didn’t use and the stories I didn’t tell when my time on this rock is up.

I would do it, as I say 653 times every day for things as simple as washing a cup , on general principle. It’s my default phrase.

Exactly two weeks later, I have had well over 3000 reads from the day I posted my first story.

To simply say that I am humbled would to be to do a great disservice to you and I am particularly keen not to offend. So despite having quite a large repertoire of words in three different languages, kindly understand that I can’t quite find the words to clothe the feeling.

Of equal importance too; I have received many, many kind words and comments from many, many good people. I see you.

If you had the grace to take time out of your busy life and fear of the Rona to read my stories, my gratitude to you is immeasurable. The effort is not lost on me.

If anything I wrote made you laugh, or think, then thank you; the pleasure was all mine. You have no idea.

I do not say this lightly; but you all have been far too kind.

For that, I wish you sidewalk pennies on bad days, sunsets that calm your spirit, and the unfailing sense that things will always work out fine.

My name is Macharia and words are my game; if you have the time to read, then I have words that could set your thoughts on fire.

If you find that I could, then sharing the link is caring. If you find that I couldn’t , then it couldn’t be helped, such is the stuff of life.

You, what is your thing and how are you making the best of it?

And here is to anyone out there trying to find the courage to suck at something new. I am with you in spirit. Be everything you can be and then some. Be bold. Rock away🙂.

Also, so that it does not go unsaid:


I Know nothing about computers so a Brother of mine who knows many things, helped me set this blog up. And he made it crystal clear that he wanted nothing for his work. He told me that; from one person that had a way with words to another, he had to help me on general principle. There cannot be ‘thank yous’ between us; they would cheapen everything. So here is to debts one cannot repay in one lifetime.

Also, a fellow nerd and good friend randomly took this photo as we were chilling after we listened to Oasis’s nostalgic hit, ‘Don’t look back in anger’. We were on an iconic, old railway bridge over the River Maragùa. You remember moments like that. You remember the feeling. Dr. Nandwa, thank you for the photo, I know you are pretty good with a scalpel, but you are pretty good with a camera too; get one and live your best life.

This is not a drill. Let’s do this.

Thank you.

I am off to go self quarantine or whatever.

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