The Musings of Kajuzi!

I just had to find the dictionary to be sure. And mystery is defined as something that is difficult to  understand or comprehend. Talking of mystery somehow reminds me of a song by Kenny Rogers. I think I first heard this song when I was in high school. At my uncles place in buruburu. I remember thinking, wow! So powerful a message in so little words. And I fell in love with it. It talks something about knowing when to hold on, fold out, walk away or when to run. It has been said that a wise person always holds his cards close to his chest. Arms folded, palms on chest I assume? Recently, my folding resilience was tested. I had to look people in the eye and pretend that nothing was going on. Hide critical information. Participate in forming plans that I knew I would not be executing. And not give a clue away. I had to be mysterious. Well, I think I may have pulled it off. Of course, coupled with me ending up with sweating palms,  smelly armpits, trembling legs, anxiety, an almost

I arrived at the booking office so early. My bus was leaving at 11:00, and 8:00 found me seated waiting. I was restless. Well at about 10:00 one of the bus staff approached to inform me that the 11:00 bus had been cancelled, so she was to fix in one of the early busses. And the available one was the 10:00 bus, almost last seat. I was furious. But accepted nevertheless. What was I to do? And so I boarded the bus. After pushing and heaving with my luggage to the back of the bus, only to find someone already on the seat I was to occupy,  I was almost exploding with anger. I mentally prepared for a fight... and nudged his shoulder. Instead, he looked up, beautifully smiled and asked 'Forty-one?' I looked at his face. A young man,  maybe in his early to mid twenties. Beautiful eyes and lips. Symetrically perfect face and chiselled cheek bones. Handsome. I could not help but smile.., my killer smile, 'Yes' I replied. 'Sorry,  I am leaving. Just a minute' &#

A few months back, a group of friends and I were on a fun weekend in the Kenyan highlands. It was the usual crowd, two couples and one or two singles. I was one half of the couples. Now, my friends and I are a crowd of people that most of the time do not know how to hide things.  We say it as it is, laugh as loud as we can and get mad like hell when we have to. We are honest people, falling somewhere in between civilized humans and drama queens. And in such a crowd, it is very normal once in a while to witness disagreements and various bursts of emotions among ourselves. Not too bad, though, because we always find a way to work them out. And that is exactly what happened. A couple of disagreements here and there. And I thought this was very normal behavior. Until I met this very beautiful couple who were so in sync and agreeable to one another that it was unbelievable. For the week that I was with them, this couple worked side by side without even as much as a question to