2 summers ago, my son and I were travelling from Edinburgh to London by air. It was the first week of August, but Scotland being Scotland, the weather was horrible. It was cloudy, wet and the temperatures were so low. (I had forgotten to pack jackets. It was summer).
As we checked into the airport, we were so cold and couldn't wait to board the plane. I was so longing for a hot cuppa, but remembered it was EasyJet. I had to wait for long not to mention that I had to buy from the crew.
We took off from the airport, and as we got into the skies, above the clouds, the temperatures changed and we could see the sun setting. The sight was really beautiful, and romantic too. Its like there was a layer separating the cold, cloudy, wet grounds and the romantic, yellow orangish sun setting on the horizon. Edinburgh disappeared completely. No sight of it at all. This really muffled my son. He asked me so many questions i.e. how, why etc. I asked him what he thought of the whole experience, and all He could come up with was, 'God is a real artist'. The answer surprised me, but took me to the bible - Genesis.
When I read Genesis, it gets me thinking. God is such a genius, a designer, not to mention being an artist. First time ever, and He created things so perfect.
He must be really beautiful, coz when I think of Him making man in His image, I look at man and think, 'how did He know of where to place everything'. Then He designed the wo-man, to suit the man. Man, I'm beautiful.
Flowerly Maua
- Maua
- I smile recklessly and I love excessively. I live today knowing I have no other day until tomorrow. Now is my moment. Yesterday is gone, tomorrow is a mystery, but today, today is my gift (present).
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When one Kenyan man married another
Saturday, 17 October 2009
No excuse
No excuse at all for being away, but I'm still looking for him, plus my dissertation is up and coming.
Where are all those people who work or ever worked as temps. I'm thinking of your motivation or psychological contracts.
Where are all those people who work or ever worked as temps. I'm thinking of your motivation or psychological contracts.
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