….. CNN is streaming into the room about stuff we have little control over, and am diligently digging into my Ugali*.
“Wasn’t Samson’s eyes gouged out in Gaza?” Mum chips in and i re-focus. Beaming ominously,on a low resolution camera, images from Gaza…man records brother death,the running footnotes read.
mum?details? how could she know that and i don’t? my eyes widened, mind flipped open, challenged.
i must admit that…even as i dug the good book for a better preview…it was mainly fueled by skepticism. Sorry ma’…but besides my doubts, i discovered some things.
you know the story…most of you does(?) but hear, hear, hear me out on this.
Samson! Son of Manaoh, from the tribe of Dan…born of a former-barren unnamed woman…obsessed with the kisses and caresses of the enemy daughters’…i consider him a hero, a tragic hero,like say, Oedipus. Oedipus the King.
From Judges 13, this life story rolls on…and before i sink his mother further into oblivion…like her husband and the Angel of the Lord, let me quote for you a little evidence of the apparent chauvinism that overrode in these times.
(KJV) Judges 13: 3 “…And the angel of the LORD appeared unto the woman, and said unto her, Behold now, thou art barren, and bearest not: but thou shalt conceive, and bear a son.”
But Manoah, the soon-to-be dad…thinks his ‘woman‘ is insane and calls upon the Lord for another sign…
9 “And God hearkened to the voice of Manoah…”
J’dges 13: 13 “And the angel of the LORD said unto Manoah, Of all that I said unto the woman let her beware…” The angel of the Lord further sunk her into obscurity of history, she who was to give birth to the strongest man to have lived in Israel…their savior and liberator.
The other thing that amused me about Samson, a ‘liberated free soul’…was his ‘poetic inclination’.
Though we can’t calibrate it on the ‘Shakespearean scale’…he was expressive and captured his emotions precisely, giving ambiguity a wide berth. Mostly, it showed up in times of turmoil.
On his way to a town called Timnah, to betroth his first love, a woman ‘who had pleased him well’ against his parents wishes, he kills a lion (Judges 14:5)…and what better way of keeping this heroic secret (Judges 14:6), than by encrypting it in a riddle at his wedding?
“Put forth your riddle, that we may hear it!” over a bet (Judges 14:13)… the sons of Timnah, eager to hear and win, urged him on.
Here, i prefer my NIV version Bible that reads like:
“Out of the eater, something to eat;
Out of the strong, something sweet‘ (Judges 14:14)
Three days were to elaspe and with no clear answer, the sons of Timnah pushed the bride to seduce the answer from him ‘or did she bring this man to rob from us?’ You know what transpired, after she ‘vexed him to death…and thus, he burst:
If ye had not plowed with my heifer, ye had not found out my riddle. Judges 14:18 (KJV)
Brethren, there is something i think you should note here…after this bet went against him.
“…he went down to Ashkelon, and slew thirty men of them, and took their spoil, and gave change of garments unto them which expounded the riddle. ” Judges 14:19
It’s this same Ashkelon that appears in Zephaniah 2:4
Zeph. 2:4 (KJV) “For Gaza shall be forsaken,
And Ashkelon desolate;…”
the stripper of Gaza
Maybe this is where i should chip in what attracted most to this page: the stripper of Gaza. It’s true there was one…only then, they called them ‘harlots’ not ho’z…
Then went Samson to Gaza, and saw there an harlot, and went in unto her. And it was told the Gazites, saying, Samson is come hither. Judges 16:1 (KJV, def!
So there you have it, the harlot, contrary to many miss-conceptions, this teacher tells thee, was not Delilah..Delilah, was just a girl that Samson saw and loved…
“And it came to pass afterward, that he loved a woman in the valley of Sorek, whose name was Delilah.” Judges 16:4
i see yawns here and there, so let me wind up..AAAAAAAAAmen, haloooooo?(dont you dislike when preachers do this?)
So, Samson’s eyes were gouged at Gaza, i verified..
But the Philistines took him, and put out his eyes, and brought him down to Gaza, and bound him with fetters of brass; and he did grind in the prison house. Judges 16:21
And the most foolish thing, or failure in this plot..the Philistines actually allowed his hair to grow again eventually killing them off? (Judges 16:22)
End of Sermon.
Tags: brooding, dreamsofrussia
so i thought/flyleaf
my best friend,he who knew me best, left for Russia a week ago, no two, am not sure.
he left without saying goodbye.
i wasn’t surprised. i wasn’t supposed to, i saw it coming, from a distance…maybe even all along.
but it hit me like a slug on bulletproof strapped torso. my heart just yelped, in its usual frightful discomforting form that occurs when my fears are confirmed. accompanying it is a dry throat an urge to swallow hard, but it never happens, leaving me suspended in an air of sickening uncertainity- eyes, glassy and if you look deeper, intense.
what’s more, i learnt it from this dude who rans a cyber which we usually frequented during my hols, made few odd coins that we pooled together for the inevitable shot of the ’24 Carat N series’. yeah, the Capital ‘N’ in iN-famous grouse that cemented this our delicate friendship.
so, the paradox of life!
am easy, am cool but am diss-tabbed by the implication of this. rarely do i see stuff on the blogosphere, across the whole spectrum that i scroll that chronicles any failures in their part of life… to most uv ’em hell is other people- but aint that what makes personal memoires? hell!hell can be me too…so, here i blog, of this particular blot that i loathe.
i still love pain.especially when it comes from close quarters. i can’t lie i feel nothing.to me, its the fervor that hardens my resolve…the six pound stone that would weigh hard on my ribcage, it’s not fiction.
so being i, what would you do? add a comment to posts on facebook about moscow, like ‘hey why u left w/out saying goodbye?’
ha! definately, not in my lifetime. i cherish my silence. who i will always be and is, in the shadows…creeping slowly like a cat, all places like it, closing in for the kill…but may i leave it at that?
that’s why, everyday, i go on one knee and i ask God to protect my friends from me as for divine guidance as i choose the horny devil and the deep blue shit in their place¿¿¿
**********the may-bees and their sting**********
well, i hate to pen this post on the same breathe and psyche as the above…but i have to coz its time has come. not even the Russian troops formerly at the Georgian border can stop it.
i have harboured dreams of Russia for long, long before Palin walked to her backyard and ‘discovered’ it. every1 has a dream destination.
Czechslovakia, is another.
Maybe it has to do with the many vampire movies that i derive me writing grain from…or my love for The Blade..Vampires, or the fact that most of these movies are shot in these locations- with my presumptive theory being that vampires, real or not, never thrive in temperate climate and the Scandinavian weather is cool with the brood (picture a vampire movies shot in Sahara???) the movies? Blade the Serie?Underworld I & II Van Heilsin?
see, i love the name of the cities on this part of Europ3. Moscow resonates some warm tune in my heart, with its filth, fullness,life,everything. as inquisitive as i am, i never bother to gather any facts about it. i let it remain that: a mystery plus whatever lies in the borders of the greater Russia.
i mean, what does KGB really mean, what is the Kremlin? Cool names to me, one i’d give to rooms in my imaginary condo in Warsaw? Yeah, i know Warsaw isthe Cap. city of Poland but dint i say this part of Europe fascinates me? You never listen! ok, sorry, the battles within…
OR maybe it has to do with the great writers born and bred by Russian dark ages of iron fist dictators( Akina Stalin, Lenin, and now Putin…) or isn’t art born and bred? a revolt against fate? was that what the name calling was all about during the delayed Nobel Peace prize nominations late last month? That America literati is now certified trash and the best writers will forthrightly come from Europe? |And the Mee-ricans were saying Euro-pee-ans owe it all to genocide, crime against humanity? the holocaust?concentration camps..and such horrors of history? like how this old geezer (no pun) who was honored? blah- get the flow?
clearly, it must be connected with the written word. Remember the guy who was fed on Polonium 270(above)? the way his ass wasted away?for messing with KGB?maaaaaaaan.and for askance sake- if smitta actually bred his literary Talent in ‘Russki’, why wasn’t he fed with a dosage of that shit? i mean, if he poked fingers at the Kremlin the way he does to Kenyan celebs on his russinglish-ridden column? ha ha, if .Ke had a Celebhood KGB and i was the chief la-torturaski, i’d gladly polonium-lize his vodoski soaked brains with my own writing instinctiskis, lame as they are with careful poisened pen jabs at the right nodes! but we cool cats and genius gnaws at genius 😉
BUT why did they have to kalashnikov Anna? Palin, she of the Mc Pain fame reminds me of this Putin critic whose works am skimming through here.
And speaking of that thwanja ngwenze (loved this smitta slang today) called Putin, how dare he reason he can ‘put in out minds that in the 21st century, he can step down from Baks to Agw-asses position handing over power to some Mende-whatever?
some things only happen in Mos-Ko.
and yes, Mos-Ko,mos def, boyf., will check you out one day.
otherfools, if it ever turns out to be just that, a dream, before i breathe my last, i shall sigh, that it was a great life…as i caress my deadly kalashinikov, consoling it that it smote and slay many in it’s lifetime nd only missed the target by whisker; dem russian pussiekis!
above the roar the river Chania, Gitahi* rants, rattles and his tobacco-cured voice hits monolithic rocks in the banks, resonating into a scary echo.
it is who circumcised the tortoise!
it is i who removed the flea from the elephant’s crotch…
it is a freezing september night and am standing erect like a statue, numb, scared, tentatively dead from the ice cold river water am immersed in…when the fading echo of his rant is re-awakened by a dull pain. my fixed gaze is shaken and i catch a glimpse of the man ruthlessly nibbling at my foreskin.
despite ‘natural anesthesia cold, the pain was unbearable…but i had to stand still, unmovable. i was being ‘made a man’
man or mouse?
sometimes when i look back, i think i was almost a made a murder statistic rather than a ‘man’. it is a night that is indelibly etched in my memory. a test of endurance that should never be done in one day!
….but manhood, manhood…what really separates men from boys?
local news have been awash with news on circumcision, with ‘Raila’s word’ on it making hundreds in the larger Western Kenya to flock clinics for that ‘cut’ – in the name of medical reasons.
“has Raila himself been cut? ” someone loudly wondered. i have no idea too, but i would care less about that.
see, if you are a newshound, this campaign started like 2006 when ‘Wild Bank’ was to pump several billion dollars into Africa for this cause.
” ah, hiyo dough yote itapelekwa Kisumu” /the money will all be channelled to Nyanza/ i participated in the conversations too.
factually, it’s true, but what is really the connection between the ‘cut’ and manhood that many people have been stereotypical about? especially self-declared ‘real men? those who have gone through the gory rites, would bitterly say there MUST be a difference. partly, i can agree because the rite is no joke or child play – but does that make one lesser-of-a-man if lenga it altogether?
culture. it come naturally in here. for the sake of my INS classes, i would say that no culture is superior than the other and thus, we should respect what others hold on to as beliefs- because, the same that has had us made us men is what has made others what they are.
but that is not my battle. my query is: who is really a man?
A Zain advert tells of an African proverb, i have never heard of, that it takes a whole village to raise a man. another quote says that as girls grow, society molds boys to men…so many philosphies, that i cant say deviate from the truth- but mostly, ends up as mere talk (picture the boy child, at the verge of extinction-?)
a man is made, i believe. the making, to the point where is ‘is a man in full’ is mostly a journey.
am a sojourner. circumcision was just a rite- wrong passage to others, but meaningful nevertheless. it cannot be the only scale a ‘man’ is be weighed with.
come to think of it. the many men we see around- unfaithful to their wives, break down their homes deserve, grown up men who rape their daughters, those who disrespect ladies, pludge a whole country into ethnic chaos and bloodletting….that whole BAD list, i know you have your own, CAN we call such a man?
manners maketh man. a man is his character, i’d conclude on that.
STILL, as man and a man in the making, i learn like any other human being. from observing, exposure(media and information) and experience(hapo juu zaid zaid).
but some of these avenues have been torn down.
A story in kwani?04 titled the ‘Kikuyu Dialogues’ chronicled the lost relation between the Kikuyu father and his son. Tribal thoughts and bias aside, it is sadly true, even across other cultures.
girls learn to cook, use pads, hold a baby from their mother-who is there to nurture the boychild?
as a sojourners, i have learnt to observe ‘men in action’. man talk is rare with dad but i have learnt a mantra from watching him make all ends ‘meat’ for us:-a man must try. on the other hand, from his hallowed status, i’ve learnt three core things; never apologize, never contradict, never explain! otherwise, besides many accomplishments, ‘they’ may forget who roars and wears the pants in thes house.
sometimes, i picture life with a ‘modern-thingy’ (which i will hopefully marry) and i speculate that with some attitudes, she would start calling those ‘professionals’ with names that have a silent ‘p’…but hey, this aint a hollywood flick, it is what the society made me.
well, it is a path that am treading on, sometimes careful, at times with blissful ignorance-i am one hell of a man in the making. woe unto thou that maketh me their object of affection….hey hey, suitors, i take that back, we can always meet at the center, right?
*modo rome means man.
ha! i saw this coming. the moment Sarah Palin rose from an obsecure Alaskan Governor to a possible running mate of John Mc Bush, i sensed skeletons being hauled outta the closet. not surprising wordpress hottest posts of the day are awash with such and am left spectating.
whats up with drying out dirty laundry in the public?
sometimes, its ienvitable.
reminds me of what Pulse (a weekly entertainment magazine) ‘CEO’ Mr Charles…who i forget..once said. during a morning breakfast show with Queen of Kenyan radio drama, Cess Mutungi, he was asked if they really cared about the image of the many celebs or otherwise who they buzzted-or is it pulsated- and published on their rag. don’t they invade people’s privacy?
he replied that once you come out of your house into the public, you outrightly become a member of the public, right? consequently, you are (a private and) public property at the same time.you can only claim to have been violated if the paparazzi mount secret cameras in your house..blah blah, you get the point.
i thought this was all cool until sometime in ’06 this chick from our college was buzzted in carni on pulse with her tities hanging out like sun-scorched sukumawiki-haha literally. you can understand the stigma that dogged her the whole semester and even to date, she is reffered to as ‘the pulse chick’. good for her that she doesnt seem to give not the slightest damn.
now, back to Palin and her little skeletons that are crowding her. apparently, you may be in the know about her 17-year old pregant daughter who is not married. the media(the blogosphere include) is stressing on these latter two facts.
what bothers me is not whether she got preganant through osmosis, but rather on of the ways the news leaked out. constantly highlighted is the myspace page of one Levi,the impregantor and the fiancee to be.the page has since been deleted but not before its content was spilled to the public.yeah, the photos and all- which have refused to upload here by the way- and his views on marriage. he says he never wants to get married and is not the commitment type.
what i wanted to blog about are the dangers of these social networks. mindlessly, we add up stuff of our personal lives without caring who reads it. remember its public…some of us even have naked pictures on facebook. for sometime, it may not matter but you never know when the cat will jump out of the bag and you are the laughing stock…face down as you book a place in some list of shame.
be ashamed of ‘all your somethings’ keep them underwraps…at least in some anonymous blog somewhere, right?
oh as for my crush on Palin, i have ‘seen her from far and i think she is kinda lovely.
now use this against me. 😉
oh and i did a google search as to who has more ‘hits’ on google. between Sarah Palin And Obama’s Joe Bidden.hmm, its already bidden!Palin has 3,920,000 results compared to Joe Bidden’s 107,000. do the maths.