More Money More Happiness? Maybe, Maybe Not

-


Image result

Meet Juliana, a simple act of perfection, great elegance and style. A rare combination of beauty plus brains. They say God doesn't have favorites but for this case I beg to differ. No words are enough to describe how gorgeous Juliana was, God must have really taken His time to artistically create her. Everything was in place, her radiant Brown eyes, her 'Minji Minji' skin as we like to call it. Ooh my, the dimples sinking beautifully on her cheeks, everything was perfect. Considering her beautiful brown eyes, it’s hard to imagine the pain she has gone through. Her smile, so warm, so welcoming, so deceiving. That smile. It conceals secrets.

 Growing up as a woman, she was always told "if you don't stand up for your rights, no one else will". If only she knew the pain and agony that that will land her in probably she wouldn't have tried any of the things she did. she believed she had the right to pursue happiness, irregardless of how and why as long as the end product was her being joyous. 

Am not sure why we always equate more money to more happiness, either way this was one of her options. On the contrary, she was only 21years, still pursuing her undergraduate degree in Mass Communications and Journalism. With the help of her dear friend she was told about getting a "sponsor". At first, she was hesitant, anyway she thought about it, contemplating and weighing options on the pro and cons. The more she thought about it the more sense it made. 

As a way to try it out, one evening she  was invited out with her friend. On arrival everyone was all dressed for a white tie party in expensive tuxedos and sophisticated dresses. Trying to scan the room, her eyes met with a guy (later she came to know his name as Tony), a fine and handsome man,well rested and well dressed, this excited her. She slowly started moving around, finally getting herself a sit (of course one that she would directly look towards him and stare at Gods' finest work). She stayed the urge to curl up in her chair and get lost in this imaginary world slowly sipping her sweet white wine while contemplating on her next step.

Luck seemed to be on her side, Tony a middle aged man, probably around 40 or so years, well built and masculine started to walk towards her, the smile on his face was evident of the conversations that would follow through the evening. Gracefully Juliana received him, silently passing her glances to her friend with a sense of contentment and some pride. Drinks followed as they continued with their conversation, amidst it was whispers and giggles. Her friend excused herself to shortly use the restrooms. Tony grasped the opportunity to be alone with Juliana, even if it was for just a few minutes.  Without wasting any time he reached out for her hand, kissed it gently and handed his business card before walking out gently to join his friends. Checking her watch, it was already past midnight, she hurriedly picked her bag to get her friend ready to go home.

She couldn't wait for morning, the night was seemingly elongated, insomnia knocked in, her head was spinning, her eyes were glowing, her smile was permanent on her face. Her heart pounded faster and faster as she recollected the events that happened earlier that evening. She tossed and turned till morning.

It was exactly 10am when she woke up,  she reached for her phone  and the Tony's card, pondering on whether to call or text. Finally she opted to text, she wrote " Good Morning, it was a pleasure meeting you yesterday, Thanks a lot" she wasn't sure the impression this gave out, but she quickly hit the send button before she had a chance to change her mind. Minutes later a replied followed, "meet me tonight at The Space Lounge". She had a feeling of great enthusiasm and eagerness, uncertain of the next encounter. 

The more she tried to tell me of her ordeal, the more tears she tried to dry off her face. Now lying on a hospital bed so helpless, she couldn't help it, it was just so much to handle now. She politely excused herself so that we continue with the session later. 

To be continued in the next post...............


 

Popular posts from this blog

Let Go and Let God

-
Image
  It’s been a minute, but guess what? We’re back with another story! A couple of months ago, I was driving home, blasting some loud music. Did I mention that two-thirds of my trunk had speakers? So, even though I was listening to worship music, it felt like I was experiencing it in all caps. Saying it was loud doesn’t even do it justice, but I was enjoying every second of it while trying to navigate through the crazy Nairobi traffic. When I reached Braeburn School, I was supposed to take the first left turn onto Naivasha Road. No sooner had I turned than I noticed my temperature gauge climbing faster than Kipchoge Keino’s sprint time. Then, there was a loud bang and a sudden rush of steam from my engine. My first instinct was to shut the car off completely. Just then, a police officer directing traffic told a few young guys to help me push the car off the road. My next move was simple—you guessed it—I called my husband, told him where I was, and explained what had happened. He re...
Read more

I Promise

-
  God did you really say ….. This sounds like one of the phrases we use most. Don't feel offended I use it too, more times than I can remember. There are times that my faith is shaken to the core. It becomes easy to doubt God or rather his promises of truth for temporary mental satisfaction rather than wait on Him.  Remember Mary, yes the mother of Jesus, Imagine this with me here. She's pledged to be married, an Angel suddenly shows up and tells her she's going to be pregnant virgin. Most theologians think that she was between 12- 14 years of age by then. She was young and yet highly favored of the Lord. Luke 1:30 But the angel said to her, 'Do not be afraid, Mary, you have found favor with God. 31 You will be with child and give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus.32 He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him the throne of his father David, 33 and he will reign over the house of Jacob forever; his kingdo...
Read more

The Darkest Hour

-
Image
  Dear Jesus,  It's been a minute since we last communicated, a new year has began and as usual your daughter needs you. It's been an interesting year so far. I don't want to sound like a saddist but it's been rather tough. I just had to sugar coat it and call it interesting because, if am to predict the next minute of my life I'll never get it right. Every second, my family and I have experienced evolution and a proper character development. Every single cell of our bodies hurts. We've cried, we've been sad and depressed, we went ahead and encouraged ourselves but everyday we seem to be moving from bad to worse, from one struggle to another. Everybody is telling us to be be strong but does that even mean. I know there's no test without a testimony and that's the string of hope that we are holding on to.  We feel like it's the Saturday between the crucifixion and resurrection Sunday. For the disciples, It wasn't the usual Saturday as they had...
Read more