I remember when I first learnt that I had being posted to Gatundu, I was scared…I know some famous people come from there and I had some questions like why some MPs from Dagoretti had been originally from Gatundu, I guess it was their turn to repay the debt the owed us for voting in their leaders to guide us, by taking good care of a daughter from Dagoretti or so I wanted to picture it, that would be one of the questions that would be answered in my one and a half year stay in Gatundu. I pictured Gatundu was a faraway place maybe like Nyahururu or Laikipia and that’s what made it a mystery of how people came all the way from Gatundu to become leaders in Dagoretti. So my thoughts were all over, apart from that I wondered where I was going to get a house, having never rented before, and how my life as an employee would be, and if I got fed up would I pack my bags and leave and how would I furnish my house, how would I move some things from Nairobi to Gatundu. I was scared…I was no longer a care free student in campus, now it was me against the big bad world. Unlike on my way to Kampala, Uganda I could hardly wait to see how it looked like, Lodwar was not different I wanted to see this town which I never knew was in the rift valley looked like. But that morning on my way to Gatundu I was pre-occupied and my heart was uneasy.
House searching was interesting and some point you almost give up. A hospital and a guest house are among the buildings we mistook for rental property with my mother. Eventually we got a house, and my sister bought a mattress for me, my parents donated the rest, a kerosene stove, two cups, a couple of sufurias, a small radio so that I was not bored, two buckets that I had bought when I was in campus, and my books and writing pad, that was enough to keep me pre-occupied until I got my pay.
Being in a new town and knowing no one does have it toils, I spent my weekends longing for it to end because I was bored to death and the day seemed to drag itself. Also it was the biggest decision I had had to make in my life. Right from Campus I knew my life would boil down to these three things: -
• Cultural Anthropology
• Archaeology
• Writing
My love for the arts is unbridled. While my job meant quitting archeology and not having enough time to write as much, I decided to give cultural anthropology a try because I loved it as well. Accepting my job felt like giving up on some of my dreams and that was scary.
Would I ever get accustomed to this new life, where would this road I had chosen lead me, would I get to this part
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9:29 AM
I remember when I first learnt that I had being posted to Gatundu, I was scared…I know some famous people come from there and I had some questions like why some MPs from Dagoretti had been originally from Gatundu, I guess it was their turn to repay the debt the owed us for voting in their leaders to guide us, by taking good care of a daughter from Dagoretti or so I wanted to picture it, that would be one of the questions that would be answered in my one and a half year stay in Gatundu. I pictured Gatundu was a faraway place maybe like Nyahururu or Laikipia and that’s what made it a mystery of how people came all the way from Gatundu to become leaders in Dagoretti. So my thoughts were all over, apart from that I wondered where I was going to get a house, having never rented before, and how my life as an employee would be, and if I got fed up would I pack my bags and leave and how would I furnish my house, how would I move some things from Nairobi to Gatundu. I was scared…I was no longer a care free student in campus, now it was me against the big bad world. Unlike on my way to Kampala, Uganda I could hardly wait to see how it looked like, Lodwar was not different I wanted to see this town which I never knew was in the rift valley looked like. But that morning on my way to Gatundu I was pre-occupied and my heart was uneasy.
House searching was interesting and some point you almost give up. A hospital and a guest house are among the buildings we mistook for rental property with my mother. Eventually we got a house, and my sister bought a mattress for me, my parents donated the rest, a kerosene stove, two cups, a couple of sufurias, a small radio so that I was not bored, two buckets that I had bought when I was in campus, and my books and writing pad, that was enough to keep me pre-occupied until I got my pay.
Being in a new town and knowing no one does have it toils, I spent my weekends longing for it to end because I was bored to death and the day seemed to drag itself. Also it was the biggest decision I had had to make in my life. Right from Campus I knew my life would boil down to these three things: -
• Cultural Anthropology
• Archaeology
• Writing
My love for the arts is unbridled. While my job meant quitting archeology and not having enough time to write as much, I decided to give cultural anthropology a try because I loved it as well. Accepting my job felt like giving up on some of my dreams and that was scary.
Would I ever get accustomed to this new life, where would this road I had chosen lead me, would I get to this part
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9:28 AM
I remember when I first learnt that I had being posted to Gatundu, I was scared…I know some famous people come from there and I had some questions like why some MPs from Dagoretti had been originally from Gatundu, I guess it was their turn to repay the debt the owed us for voting in their leaders to guide us, by taking good care of a daughter from Dagoretti or so I wanted to picture it, that would be one of the questions that would be answered in my one and a half year stay in Gatundu. I pictured Gatundu was a faraway place maybe like Nyahururu or Laikipia and that’s what made it a mystery of how people came all the way from Gatundu to become leaders in Dagoretti. So my thoughts were all over, apart from that I wondered where I was going to get a house, having never rented before, and how my life as an employee would be, and if I got fed up would I pack my bags and leave and how would I furnish my house, how would I move some things from Nairobi to Gatundu. I was scared…I was no longer a care free student in campus, now it was me against the big bad world. Unlike on my way to Kampala, Uganda I could hardly wait to see how it looked like, Lodwar was not different I wanted to see this town which I never knew was in the rift valley looked like. But that morning on my way to Gatundu I was pre-occupied and my heart was uneasy.
House searching was interesting and some point you almost give up. A hospital and a guest house are among the buildings we mistook for rental property with my mother. Eventually we got a house, and my sister bought a mattress for me, my parents donated the rest, a kerosene stove, two cups, a couple of sufurias, a small radio so that I was not bored, two buckets that I had bought when I was in campus, and my books and writing pad, that was enough to keep me pre-occupied until I got my pay.
Being in a new town and knowing no one does have it toils, I spent my weekends longing for it to end because I was bored to death and the day seemed to drag itself. Also it was the biggest decision I had had to make in my life. Right from Campus I knew my life would boil down to these three things: -
• Cultural Anthropology
• Archaeology
• Writing
My love for the arts is unbridled. While my job meant quitting archeology and not having enough time to write as much, I decided to give cultural anthropology a try because I loved it as well. Accepting my job felt like giving up on some of my dreams and that was scary.
Would I ever get accustomed to this new life, where would this road I had chosen lead me, would I get to this part
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9:27 AM
I remember when I first learnt that I had being posted to Gatundu, I was scared…I know some famous people come from there and I had some questions like why some MPs from Dagoretti had been originally from Gatundu, I guess it was their turn to repay the debt the owed us for voting in their leaders to guide us, by taking good care of a daughter from Dagoretti or so I wanted to picture it, that would be one of the questions that would be answered in my one and a half year stay in Gatundu. I pictured Gatundu was a faraway place maybe like Nyahururu or Laikipia and that’s what made it a mystery of how people came all the way from Gatundu to become leaders in Dagoretti. So my thoughts were all over, apart from that I wondered where I was going to get a house, having never rented before, and how my life as an employee would be, and if I got fed up would I pack my bags and leave and how would I furnish my house, how would I move some things from Nairobi to Gatundu. I was scared…I was no longer a care free student in campus, now it was me against the big bad world. Unlike on my way to Kampala, Uganda I could hardly wait to see how it looked like, Lodwar was not different I wanted to see this town which I never knew was in the rift valley looked like. But that morning on my way to Gatundu I was pre-occupied and my heart was uneasy.
House searching was interesting and some point you almost give up. A hospital and a guest house are among the buildings we mistook for rental property with my mother. Eventually we got a house, and my sister bought a mattress for me, my parents donated the rest, a kerosene stove, two cups, a couple of sufurias, a small radio so that I was not bored, two buckets that I had bought when I was in campus, and my books and writing pad, that was enough to keep me pre-occupied until I got my pay.
Being in a new town and knowing no one does have it toils, I spent my weekends longing for it to end because I was bored to death and the day seemed to drag itself. Also it was the biggest decision I had had to make in my life. Right from Campus I knew my life would boil down to these three things: -
• Cultural Anthropology
• Archaeology
• Writing
My love for the arts is unbridled. While my job meant quitting archeology and not having enough time to write as much, I decided to give cultural anthropology a try because I loved it as well. Accepting my job felt like giving up on some of my dreams and that was scary.
Would I ever get accustomed to this new life, where would this road I had chosen lead me, would I get to this part
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9:26 AM
Gideon was all that, he was a nice man, a God fearing man, well he did ask so many questions but he found God and was saved, but that’s the thing about Christianity, its everyday that you have to pick up your cross and follow Christ, I mean look at Gideon he did great and God granted him great victories, what happened towards the end was sad, Gideon if I am not mistaken he was a man of valor. He reminds me of myself, when I was in high school and the times when I felt that I was most strong, sadly enough those are the times that I have come close to falling. You know that reminds me of that song,
“Be careful if you think you stand
You might just be sinking.”
Gideon was standing and as Paul would put it, he was running so well, until the devil cut in on him he was doing great. Reading my bible nowadays I keep seeing things and discovering stuff that makes my heart go silent, because the truth is Gideon was a man of valor, I am not sure that I want to write these because it feels like I am badmouthing him or bad handing him after all I am writing.
The Israelites asked Gideon to rule over them and he said something really nice and amazing. “The Lord will rule over you.”
He should have stopped there but there was an ‘and,’ he asked for a ear ring from their share of the plunder and he made an ephod and placed it in his home town of Ophrah and the Israelittes prostituted themselves by worshipping it and it became a snare to Gideon and his family.
I wonder why did Gideon build an ephod, I don’t think it’s an idol or that’s what he had in mind, I checked it out in the Life Application Bible, an Ephod was a linen garment worn by priests over their chests. I agree maybe he had a good motive, going through his mind but it ended up really badly.
Regardless Gideon will always be a man of valor, like all Christians he made mistakes, honest ones, and marrying so many wives he got so many sons but one of his sons gotten by his concubine ended up killing all apart from Jotham, his name Abimelech. I guess the big question is or at times I feel this way if someone like Gideon made so many mistakes, they lost their way, and will I be able to stand?
The funny thing about polygamy is that men see all their children as their children but these children from different women don’t see themselves as such, neither did Abimelech.
Jotham, the son of Gideon that escaped was bitter, after all that his father had done for these people they had rewarded him by killing his sons seventy of them on one stone. I do get why he was bitter he did not take matter in his owns hands, he left it to God and three years later his evil step brother was wounded by a woman and killed by one of his men as he attempted to set fire on a town.
God did something amazing that day, He punished the people of Shechem after all by the same man they had allowed to commit evil saying that he was one of them, he killed so many of the them, and he was killed in the end.
Its true the wages of sin is death, Gideon enjoyed peace and all of that, the seeds of sin that he had sown did not. I guess that is sin, it’s like leaven or like leprosy it spreads and leavens the whole bread.
The bible is right whosoever a man sows that he will also reap, sin will find us out eventually, and God doesn’t punish us, he is not a mean kid on a throne waving a magic ward, no! He is this loving father who is saddened when we die without ever getting to know Him or when our sins find us out.
The devil is indeed a Liar.
Discovered Gem: It’s not how long you have been a Christian that prevents you from falling…it’s your day to day actions. We are all in danger of losing our faith and falling, there is no time when we can say we are safe and let go of the full armor of God.
