I have tried to find the answer to this question for the longest time now, “why do I write?” I have written over 50 articles since two years ago when I started this writing affair. I think maybe I write because I want money or maybe to be seen as a person who is just doing something with their free time.
It has not been easy, it has never been a walk in paradise, I have cried over this and I have at one time hated God because I put blood, sweat and tears on this and what do I get? Frustration and no money in my account.
One guy once said writing is a dog’s work, I have heard enough of how I am never going to make it in this field of being a writer and it has hurt me. They said this field has its own experts who make money out of it and make it big. Here I am again still writing and will write some more.
I remember when I started writing I used to walk quiet a long distance to be able to access internet to at least post my articles, under the scorching African sun I would walk. Sometimes I would find the cyber closed but I would not give up. I still do not give up, check jeremiahblogs.wordpress.com it is my website and you will realize how hard I have worked to put such great content.
I started writing after I got bored sitting the whole day at home and going to class in the evening to attend my classes in the university, I am a student at Technical University of Mombasa, located at the coast in Kenya, I am currently in my fourth year first semester doing my degree in journalism and mass communication.
So where was I? yeah I was bored sitting home the whole day with nothing to do, my first article was on the gay people, check it on jeremiahblogs.wordpress.com it’s called the other side of the coin and I wrote it because I had so many questions on why anybody would choose to be gay.
So I started there and slowly God has given me strength to move on to this website jeremiahblogs.co.ke and meet a larger audience, I am still not earning anything from my writing and the question of giving up writing still comes to me.
Maybe you have followed my article since I started two years ago in 2015, do you think my writing has made a difference in your life? Because the more I write I realize that I do not need money when someone’s life is not being transformed with my writing. Read through my articles and kindly give feedback on what you think my articles have done in your life.
I am born again, a saved brother in Christ Jesus and I love you my reader so much. I would love you to realize I just don’t write because I want anything more from you but want a positive transformation to happen in your life. Share this article and all my articles with your friends and family and tell them about this website.
I would love your feedback, I write for you and I am doing this for God. Even if I don’t get money from this I don’t sleep hungry or lack in any way, at least I get food and have so much peace knowing I am doing it for Jesus.
I write because God tells me so, I am His servant and you too can serve Him by doing what He tells you to do. Support me as I take this article writing ministry to the next level.
When I was nine years old, I felt somehow I had started getting sexually aroused; it was the onset of my adolescent period.
Each time I felt sexually aroused by ‘anything’ I would wonder, what should I do? This was my struggle and I thought what was happening was just occurring to me alone.
In no time I started rubbing the area that was reacting to my arousal, my penis. It felt good and I would occasionally put my hand in my trouser and rub myself with so much pleasure, but this was not the normal pleasure.
Something started happening each time I would rub myself, some small watery fluid would emerge from my penis and all over suddenly I would feel some satisfaction and my pleasure would end.
By the age of eleven years old I was now on Vaseline and lubricants, however each time I would lubricate my penis, masturbate and some watery fluid would emerge I felt so dirty, which for me felt very strange because according to me I was just having fun.
When I was twelve years old, I felt so much in love with this girl who was extremely beautiful. I could not however tell her I was in love with her; I later came to learn that what I was feeling was called a ‘crush’.
Reasons for not sleeping with women to ease myself from masturbation was that, I was a Christian and for that matter a saved one. No one talked of masturbation in church but they all talked of not sleeping with women before getting married.
I remember envying some community I read in my social studies class that married at the age of between nine to thirteen years old. I felt I should get married and have as much sex as possible.
Years went by and I continued masturbating, worried whether I should stop, but I could not because it was sweet. It was the only sure way to ease oneself from sexual arousal and not get someone pregnant or getting infections.
In high school people joked about how some guys used Vaseline to ease themselves, everybody would laugh but inside of me I felt guilty of not maintaining sexual purity.
I went to all Christian union meetings and rallies with none talking of masturbation, it was as if it never affected Christians or even better saved people of the Lord.
It is not easy to live a life of masturbating, all I want is to live a clean live and to worship my God with purity, but how does someone get out of it?
I know they are people with stories to tell on this struggle, how did you overcome it? Or does it not exist?
I just want to live a masturbation free life.
Standing here at this beautiful place, I cannot imagine how it took so long to be here. On the far right side I see the beauty of the well kept but strangely calm flower beds, they seem as if whispering to me, “you stood the wait test”.
I am so overwhelmed by this beauty and as I walk on this concrete pavement towards the other side of my beautiful place I see words written on a billboard that stands some distance away “THE WAIT TEST”. OH! I am awakened by someone knocking on the neighbor’s door, it was just a dream, I give a sigh! But this is not JUST a dream; it is the story of life.
How many times have we stood the wait test? Be it in waiting for someone to come or better still waiting on what we expect in life, our dreams or our aspirations?
It is funny how God has taken me through so many wait tests and I still cling on to him despite sometimes feeling He has forgotten about me. He is God and that’s why he says He won’t forsake us.
Will you stand the wait test? You remember the days when you had been promised by someone that they will give you something you would love to have? You waited patiently and hoped they will give it to you as soon as possible, and every time they visited you there you were curious to see if they honored their promise.
What about if they failed to give what they promised? You got discouraged and felt cheated. Now that is a human being, he/she can cheat but God will never cheat, no matter what His promises are YES and A BIG AMEN.
You waited and waited upon something you expected God had promised, because God may not speak to all of us in dreams or visions, He may put a passion in our heart as a sign of Him promising He will grow that passion in you into a big thing that will take you places. Ask yourself today, as much as God put that passion in your heart, how will it benefit God?
If you got a promise put in your heart in a form of a passion, learn how to use it for God’s glory. Sometimes God won’t fulfill our desires that He put in our heart because you want to use that desire selfishly in a way it won’t glorify God.
As you wait on God to fulfill His promise, learn to accept God’s molding so that eventually when He makes the dream come true, you will absolutely do it for His glory
STAND THE WAIT TEST.
When I look into his eyes I see fire, a fire that cannot be contained anymore. I fear the fire in him may explode inside of him and cause self destruction.
The fire of wanting to be an achiever is burning through his eyes, and before a fire explodes in someone out here I thought to write an article that will help a brother or a sister in the streets of life.
The first day I met him, he was quiet and seemed collected. In no time we became buddies and slowly he started opening up on his chronicles of wanting to achieve. He wants things done and wants to waste no time in achieving his set goals.
He is now 18 years and he is doing his first degree in Journalism and mass communication. He tells me that all he wants to do is to achieve, impact so many lives and probably leave a legacy in this world.
Little is said about him though, because he has not “achieved” his dreams, he wants to do something at this very moment to be able to stand out among his fellows.
At this moment am sitted with him and I feel he is growing impatient with the dreams and visions boiling inside of him. I choose to intervene and I try to help him with a piece of my wisdom. I tell him there is something beautiful in him that would “change the world”.
He looks up through my eyes and smiles. I proceed to tell him that in life one always has to wait, in this world we have to wait to get at something.
There is something called destiny and for each one of us there is a beautiful future, but we choose to give up when we fail to focus on God.
God has everything planned for us and it is all good and nice. Giving up is a choice we choose to take because we think our beautiful destiny is taking years to come. Some people indulge in drugs and in the process tend to miss opportunities when their time has come.
Growing up everyone had those big goals of becoming great men and women, but as we proceed with life the hope of a better future dies inside of us. One thing is that the devil is always on your case and tries to either kill or divert your destiny.
As youth learn to trust in God, don’t trust in people for connections. God has already set a beautiful future in your life and he always wants you to trust in him for your achievements.
Life could be hard and some may lack support and their family backgrounds may not favor their success.
We can always look up to Jesus, fix our eyes unto him and believe in him more.
Again let’s wait on God as we believe. Everything in life takes time. Pray and fast more and rest your soul as you wait on God’s promises because his promises are yes and amen.
That good thing requires a “thank you”, and that bad thing, what then does it deserve? A curse or an insult? To the good and bad it all requires a bit of patience, a bit of love and as if it is not enough a bit of endurance. To the masters of good, they would say good does not require patience and endurance, but to my disagreement I think before good happens patience and endurance is required. Through tough, thick and hard times, it would not be reasonable to say “thank you” and show gratitude, but to the good and sweet it is very much reasonable to say “thank you”, and to me a great question mark is all what I will just express!
It all happens that peace and joy comes only in the so called “good” times, but it also happens that cursing and hating comes only in the so called “bad” times. I once encountered a real story of two people, one laughed and made merry on the “bad” days and to me that was shocking, on the “good” days was extremely happy and merry made even more. The other foolish one only showed a smile on the “good” days and to my even great shock cried and wailed during the “bad” times. Such a great contradiction! I thought aloud.
Not a weakness to cry in your bad days and smile in your good days, but why not be happy or let me say try being happy and jovial in those days you do not deserve even to show a smile and even in your good days rejoice even more, that to me is such great thanksgiving and that you should offer always. It is a hard hitting world, it hits until you cannot hold it anymore, you call for revenge, but to your disappointment after your revenge you hurt even more. However hard someone or something hits you, don’t worry, in thanksgiving, rejoicing and being happy you become such a great winner, a winner not in a race of losers, but a winner in the race of winners.
It becomes a wonder and a pleasant shock when a group of people or a person gets happy in their lowest moments, but is that not true happiness? Enduring in pain? But yet the people of this world will get shocked when with a joyful and thanksgiving heart you smile in trouble, they would rather wish for you to be gloomy all the days of your pain and trials, but to you I say, “be happy in trouble, and even more happy in good times.” You must be a victorious person to say “thank you” in pain that is what you are, they would rather get distressed in trouble but to you show happiness in trouble.
A walk of the strong is always filled with pain and gloom but to the one who walks in pain with a “thank you” and such great joy, he/she gets an iron heart, for you it is a thank you note that should keep you going. Walking and reading a thank you note always keeps a strong person like you forever strong. A thank you note is that good reflection of good things you got so far or you deserve to get in future, a great thank you note has a vision, has patience, has kindness and has forgiveness.
To the race of “thank yous”, you have to keep alert, unless you never say another “thank you”, remember the thank you note, it talks of four major elements that makes the strong move, it is not easy to carry with you the four elements of the thank you note but I an optimistic person, believe that you will carry with you that great thank you note.
Remember, with thanksgiving comes joy, not the joy that comes and goes, but that permanent joy that lasts forever. Remember also a thanksgiving heart carries a thank you note, in good and bad times, just breath in and out and say “thank you.”
He wanted someone to be saved. He asked “whom shall I send?” then one among them stood and said, “send me”, and he was sent, he was meek and lowly, humble he was and despite coming from a rich place, he accepted to be born in a poor household, in a carpenter’s house. He became natural from being super natural, he did the ordinary yet he could do the extra-ordinary. Amazing he was, he was not a darling to many though, he had his own trials, pains and tribulations.
He became a hero after he conquered all, and he was crowned “The Son Of God”, to him/her who believed in him, he gave him/her the power to be called “The Son Of God” or “The Daughter Of God”. Many came before him and even after him and call themselves “The Messiah”, yet we know it is only one “Messiah” who through him we get salvation. To those who came before him prepared a way for him and to those who now claim to be him are probably “the second coming messiah”.
Pastors, singers and many more people stand in the gap, to represent him; they carry his light and perform what he would have performed by calling onto his name. To the “miracle workers” they attach their power to him, because he who believes in him and calls his name has the power to destroy scorpions and snakes under their feet. Like how he was sent, to the “miracle workers” they are also sent, they do not own any power they use, it is not theirs. Some claim to have the power to heal and chase demons in someone, but it stands the power in them belongs to Jesus only, not the devil, the devil has no power of his own, he was given, but to Christ he owns the power, because after conquering he is now a King, an obedient Son of God.
It is not an ordinary thing, to talk the things of spirituality; some find it funny to speak of God the father, God the son and God the Holy Spirit in this time and age. It is not funny; it is what defines us, our past, our present and our future. Have you heard of people who always praise the Lord during their victory? Even if their path to success was not guided by Godly principles?
To my quest for understanding, I stand to be counted blameless, to those who are given the power or supposedly lead people to Christ, should stand blameless. A pastor, a singer, a television or radio presenter who represents Christ should stand in holiness and straight living. Immorality should not be mentioned in you neither touch any part of you, because when you do so, you are like the person who has put on a white cloth, he/she is holy but the white cloth is tattered and around his/her legs, he/she is bound by chains and carries a heavy burden on his/her head, going in and out of the doors of Hell.
The story of the person who went to Christ at night, says the man afraid of being associated with Christ went to seek him at night. He was a wise man and despite the “evil” in him, he knew through confession and going to Christ, he would be saved. To those who hold strong positions and are afraid of being associated with the precious Jesus should borrow a leaf and go down on their knees at night, should put off the lights and whisper a repentance prayer.
To those who live a double-life, should realize they are not on either side, neither for Christ nor for the devil, I have a feeling when they die, they will be suspended on air because no one will take them. They too should repent.
THIS IS AN AWAKENING CALL.
I thought giving the title “the mind of a handsome guy” is too narrow so I choose “more than just a handsome guy” as the title of this captivating article.
These handsome guys come with a set of different features that are just too striking that ladies or even some men cannot take their eyes off them. They are those guys that ladies who hang around them have a class of their own.
However the grass is not green as it looks on the part of this handsome men. If for example we get tired of their looks, what more could they offer? Because after everybody is tired of looking at their striking features people search deeper to get the handsomeness in them not on them.
On the contrary when one searches deeper inside these “handsome men”, some of them do not have anything more inside of them but are just the normal fuckboys who can’t hold their sexual emotions even for another full second.
You know, what makes you stand out is not how handsome or good looking a man you are, but it is the more you have inside of you.
One thing I have noticed with handsome men is that, some of them are so wasted inside of them and what we only see and admire are their beautiful faces. One thing in life is not how ugly or handsome a man looks, it’s that inner handsomeness that matters.
Sometimes I see good looking men who are so into drugs, and I think to myself, probably they grew up being told how handsome they were and never built their inner self, and so when people stopped telling them they are handsome they wasted off.
A handsome man needs to build their inner self first. As a handsome man, you need to start reflecting on yourself and ask, “If I was not handsome, what would become of me?” that question will awaken you and slowly you will feed your soul with inner confidence and beauty.
At the end of the so called day, good looks are admirable and one can become a model, but not everyone can be. Everyman whether good looking or not needs to build their inner self and God will always be a helper to build your inner self.
“looks don’t matter, it’s how hard you work to achieve what you want” This is a saying that anybody would like to hide behind, especially when it comes to how beautiful or handsome you are to snatch your dream job or build your career. But before hand, what is this handsome, beautiful and better- looking face? And do how you look ever become a key to your ability to perform better in an organization? My lecturer once said she was denied a job because she was not the light- skinned lady the company wanted. That was a pleasant joke then, I laughed all my heart out not leaving a trace of it in me.
Beauty lies in the bear holder, but also lies in the beholder, him or her that tastes the beauty. The traditional way of describing some men as tall, dark and handsome is probably misplaced in a setting where “it lies in the beholder/bear holder.” Let’s not drift too far, let’s all sit down in class, on the rough seats, am the teacher, and I ask each of you; what do you describe your ideal woman or man whom if I say “Go for the beauty” you will probably walk and say “excuse me, could we share a coke?”. I have two girls and a boy in my class (the rest skipped school today. Their parents probably want to kill me ‘politically’). The two ladies as they say go first. There goes this one girl who says her ideal, sweet, kind, generous ooh… man, she says this rolling her milky white eyes, shaking her body in a swaggish way, “I need a tall, dark and handsome man, who will…” I told her to stop, did you hear me? She is feeling quiet romantic.
My next lady looks at me in a wonder, she forces a smile, and it seems she is totally uncomfortable with this topic. “I need a short, light-skinned, and…” she finds it difficult to finish the tormenting words. I am a no gender teacher so I walk to where she is and I hug her tightly, she lets tears flow down my shoulders, she later tells me she remembers her deceased father, he fits exactly the cut- short description of her ideal man, I listen to her story between sobs, we hug each other again.
My third ‘patient’ is this gentle, shy little man; he has quiet eyes, a peaceful smile and shaky hands. He probably fears a no gender teacher; would you be comfortable around a no gender person? He looks at me, holds my looks in his restless eyes and in such a great hurry he says, “I wish you were a woman, you fit the description of my woman.” Am annoyed, I quit teaching, I better be jobless than get my no gender status become the source of my ridicule.
That was then in my youthful days, now in my old age I ask, what do you consider beautiful or handsome in a woman or man? According to THE ELITE DAILY, passion defines a woman more than looks, a girl who gets excited about things, lives for things and holds things close to her heart; this according to THE ELITE DAILY is a girl worth knowing. THE ELITE DAILY which is the voice to generation-Y and premier online news platform, also talks about a woman who does not fight for the limelight, but is naturally endowed among other qualities is worth taking the ‘beautiful’ title home. An unverified study however says a woman is beautiful because of the beautiful state of her mind and her physique.
The most critical task of defining a handsome man is here. Women need to speak up at least, men need to know. This is one big task on my shoulder, but one thing I say “it is personal”.
So why talk about a personal feeling? Because if affects our very self being, our esteem and for the greater picture our own lives. When we get ‘discriminated’ on the basis of a ‘personal’ feeling, should we ignore then? I won’t talk about a better-looking face, because it exists not. A perfect being we are, created from an image of a perfect being, good and adorable we are so tell the evil council in your head saying, “this is good-looking and that is ugly” to stop the outdated discussion. Have you ever been confronted with a situation that requires the next person to help? Then you realize how each one of us is so sweet, good-looking, beautiful, cute and so cool. The appreciation of a being is the point. IS IT HOME, DRY AND SAFE?
They walk in packs; needless to say of the desperation they carry with them every step of their way.
They have something in common that binds them together and makes them look like they are in a mission.
A mission to take in as much illegal stuff as they can to be able to survive in the bondage they have been subjected to by the devil.
I have been observing these guys, they are of between the age of 19 to 24 and they all have completed their form four studies and because of the desperation they have turned to bhang smoking among other hard drugs to cool the nerves of despair.
This is the drug squad; they walk with a bounce because they feel they have taken over the world. I am lost without words as I see brothers sinking into drug addiction.
Today I will call them my brothers because they are people I have known since childhood and we have talked and laughed together, we went to the same schools and they come from my area.
I cry for this generation of which is slowly sinking into drug trafficking as a way of survival, they probably like all other youth have been told they are no jobs thus the desperation.
I cry for them because they have all it takes to take our country to the next level of innovation and in achieving our vision 2030.
I cry out for help on behalf of them because I see them using their energy to build a nation instead of using their energy to use and traffic drugs.
It is hard to take this bitter pill that my hands are tied and that I cannot help them, I am going to help them because they are my brothers.
Youth are getting into drug use and we sit back and think it’s not our responsibility; you and me who are sober minded can help a brother or a sister to come out of drug usage.
Do something, talk to those drug users and drug traffickers to stop the illegal drug businesses.
I am doing my role in writing to them to see a productive life away from drugs. What are you doing?
I pray that God would change the hearts of this young men and women to desist from drug usage.
Kindly say this prayer with me. “Dear Lord Jesus, we come before you crying out for a generation, Jesus you are the healer, heal our youth and give them a new beginning all over again. We step into your love and power so that you may make our youth righteous and may they desist from drugs. In Jesus name I pray. AMEN”
She keeps coming back after we all think she’s gone. She comes back to her husband who is endlessly kicking her and giving her a blow almost every day of her torturous week.
When women get assaulted by their husbands, some still choose to remain and seem not to see the potential death threat they are living with every day of their lives.
One woman for instance, has always attracted my attention. She lives close enough to home and her life seems to revolve around violence from her husband who has turned her to a punching bag. The villagers have tried talking to her to leave this husband, but she keeps coming back even after we all think she has left the husband for good.
The reason she keeps coming back, is not that she likes the kicks and blows, but she thinks her husband is able to sustain her. Sometimes I look at both of them (the woman and the husband) and I think it is romance on a new level.
Kenya as a country is constantly talking about the fight against domestic violence, but when we dig deeper into some marriages, it looks like some are “enjoying it”.
Not to speak of husbands who are being assaulted by their wives, but they are quiet enjoying life under the able “wife” who provides everything.
The message to give wives and husbands who are still in marriages which are violent is that, they should either walk away or if they are enjoying their lives, they better not kill one another.
Domestic violence has always been real. If the husband and wives have kids I can only imagine the torturous experience the kids are subjected to.
I have seen in some movies where kids are fed up with the wrangles between their parents and they sit them down and talk to them. In an African set up, can a kid sit their father or mother and tell them to stop fighting? I doubt. What then should kids do?
If you are a husband or wife in a marriage full of violence, you need to make a decision. Either choose life and walk away or choose death by remaining.
The choice is always with them who face such violence, some feel if they walk away they may not be able to sustain themselves. Come on! If God feeds the birds in the air what more would he do to his son or daughter who needs him or her urgently? Don’t be naïve and help yourself out.