Remember

My pride was not the money
Not even the long gold chain at least

But remember the old sad yet funny

same old stories about the promise

of an amazing life with nobody else

but the one whose lines interlocked mine

I was really so sure that my soul did melt

For more than once I felt your sweet shine

I remember I could sing the words to sleep

I did often light some old cigars I had made

Overtaken by a brutal life that was deep

And a river that recorded everything we said

Remember you were once young and tall

And proud like a diamond tree in the wind

Turning down offers and true love

The lines on your horizon are now mere rings

Literature Icon for the Week

She remains the most-translated individual author – having been translated into at least 103 languages. 

Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie, Lady Mallowan , DBE (née Miller ; 15 September 1890 – 12 January 1976) was an English crime novelist, short story writer and playwright .
 She is best known for her 66 detective novels and 14 short story collections, particularly those revolving around her fictional detectives Hercule Poirot and Miss Marple. 

She also wrote the world’s longest-running play, a murder mystery, The Mousetrap, and six romances under the name Mary Westmacott . In 1971 she was elevated to Dame Commander of the Order of the British Empire (DBE) for her contribution to literature. 

Christie was born into a wealthy upper-middle-class family in Torquay,Devon . She served in a Devon hospital during the First World War , tending to troops coming back from the trenches, before marrying and starting a family in London. She was initially an unsuccessful writer with six rejections,  but this changed when

The Mysterious Affair at Styles , featuring Hercule Poirot, was published in 1920.  During the

Second World War she worked as a pharmacy assistant at University College Hospital, London, during the Blitz and acquired a good knowledge of poisons which featured in many of her novels.

Guinness World Records lists Christie as the best-selling novelist of all time. Her novels have sold roughly 2 billion copies, and her estate claims that her works come third in the rankings of the world’s most-widely published books, [5] behind only Shakespeare’s works and the Bible. According to Index Translationum , she remains the most-translated individual author – having been translated into at least 103 languages.  And Then There Were None is Christie’s best-selling novel, with 100 million sales to date, making it the world’s best-selling mystery ever, and one of the best-selling books of all time. Christie’s stage play The Mousetrap holds the world record for longest initial run. It opened at the

Ambassadors Theatre in the West End on 25 November 1952 and as of 2017 is still running after more than 25,000 performances. 

In 1955, Christie was the first recipient of the Mystery Writers of America ‘s highest honour, the Grand Master Award . Later the same year, Witness for the Prosecution received an Edgar Award by the MWA for Best Play. 

 In 2013, The Murder of Roger Ackroyd was voted the best crime novel ever by 600 fellow writers of the Crime Writers’ Association .On 15 September 2015, coinciding with her 125th birthday, And Then There Were None was named the “World’s Favourite Christie” in a vote sponsored by the author’s estate.

Most of her books and short stories have been adapted for television, radio, video games and comics, and more than thirty feature films have been based on her work.

Happy Independence Day Nigeria

As Nigeria celebrates her independence, let us hope equity is given the lion share in the affairs of the nation

Unity is not just a word. She is not just a wish. Nor a threat. She is not a political thought as she is divine.

Unity strives where there is 100% equity. In such a place there is no minority.

Unity is not just a dream. It is an important reality

You are my life

Words do not come easy as does the morning breeze. But every second is divine for you are forever mine.         

They say am dry like a wild rose because I chose you above all. I have you yet they do not know. What they think matters not.  

Together we will have paradise and a blue sea to feed our eyes. You are my morning sunshine. My cold fire, my last life line

Leadership: A Necessary Burden

We have more of rulers piloting the affairs of our countries. That explains the wars and arguments we are having to deal with every now and then 


A real leader is a servant. He thinks the people first above every other thing including himself. He is expected to meet set out targets like every other employee. He is an employee remember.
Leadership is not royalty. It is not an opportunity for one to get rich over night. That by itself is corruption. It is not necessarily an aspiration. It is a call that demands the highest qualification.

A leader must be 100% healthy. It is expected that he must be able to attend to the needs of his masters the people. So to be up and doing he must be sound mentally and physically.

Leadership is not an entitlement. It must not be fought over. That by itself is also corruption, and greed. It must be accepted for what it is; a sacrifice. It must be a burden to the individual and not a privilege, that way it will be less attractive and reserved for only those with the passion to serve.
This perception is hardly obtainable across the globe today. We have more of rulers piloting the affairs of our countries. That explains the wars and arguments we are having to deal with every now and then.
There are way too many dictators, Kings and Queens. There are looters occupying public offices, godfathers and what have you? How can the world be better with all these in charge?

To make things right, there has to be a total overhaul of the system so that rooms can be created for servant-leaders everywhere to take charge and do nothing else but serve.

Weep Not Child: Book Review

Ngugi Wa Thiongo, among many other great novelists will forever receive credit for how far literature has gone in Africa. His book “Weep not child” is a master piece, and the very reason i will always remember him.

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Below is a concise review of the ageless novel done by James Murua

Weep Not Child is the debut novel of Kenyan writer Ngugi Wa Thiong’o. When the book was published it was the first by an African writer in the East Africa by the writer who was then known as James Ngugi. The protagonist in this story, the child being told to not weep is called Njoroge. He is the son of Ngotho a manager of a farm in the central Kenya and his second wife Nyokabi. He has a lot of brothers and sisters. Two of his brothers were involved in World War 2 and only Boro came back in one piece.

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Njoroge’s mother decides that her youngest son will get the white man’s education and sends him to school to his delight. He goes to school and starts doing well. While here he meets Mwihaki the daughter of Jacobo who is the local rich African who owns the land that the Ngotho family live in. She becomes one of his best friends in lower school. Seems idyllic no?

Well it all goes very lousy very quickly. It starts to a downward spiral for the Ngotho family when the family patriarch loses his job when he takes part in the national strike. The strikers are hoping for higher wages from their employers. He also loses his home as his landlord kicks him out of his home and he has to seek shelter at a friend’s piece of land. Boro goes into the forest to join the resistance. The only bright lights in the family are Kamau the first son of Nyokabi who is a carpenter and our protagonist Njoroge the star student.

Njoroge works hard at school believing that he will be the one to help his family when he does the reading thing all the way to England. It doesn’t work out quite that way.

This book is… awesome! OK now that I have gotten that out of the way let’s look at this objectively. What I don’t love; character development is lacking which is easy to tell seeing as it’s the author’s first book. We only get a sense of Njoroge and his idealist belief that the white man’s education and religion is the key to getting him and his family out of the muck of the madness that is currently embroiling it. This book is rich on plot, not on characters.

The beauty about the book though; it’s one of the best portrayal of the way that Kenyan villages were affected by our independence struggle. We see the dilemma of the residents of the country; the older ones who lost the land and hang onto myth in the hope that it will one day return represented by Ngotho. The brash and impatient young men who wanted it now, blamed the older ones for the the betrayal and went into the forest to fight represented by Boro. The young ones who just tried to roll with the blows and tries to ensure that they can feed their families represented by Kamau. The idealistic young man with the faith in the foreign ways in Njoroge. The traitorous rich, often given the derogatory term of Homeguard who benefit from the status quo and enforce it ruthlessly represented by Jacobo. The greedy settler who has the illness of the land and will go all lengths to ensure that he retains it, his god, represented by farmer turned District Commissioner Howlands.

It is also a brilliant transition book. It shows how the world was before we all moved to the world we live in today that is dominated by the Western world that was nowhere in our conscience as a territory until the entry the white man a bit over a century and two decades ago. Think Chinua Achebe’s Things Fall Apart only now the white man has already taken over the land of the people.

If there is one book that most clearly illustrates the life during the struggle in East Africa then this book Weep Not Child would probably be the best out there.

The book celebrated its fiftieth year in print last year with numerous translations and if you can, try and pick it up as the people from EAEP celebrate the book and its author in June.