Saturday, September 6, 2008

Skate till you fly!!



For as long as I can remember my brother before he travelled to the States four years ago,he has always loved skating.Every weekend,my brother would sweet talk my Mom for her to agree that he would take me to luna park (an amusement park in Nairobi).I get so excited and I wonder which uncle my brother talked to for some cash!!Hey,Phillip where we going?I ask.Because we arent taking the same route to luna park.He looks at me and gives me a big smile that extends from Cheek to cheek and whispers "sssssskatinggg".Oh gosh that would send shivers all over my body.To be honest,it was really risky but it was so adictive that you always felt you need to skate every time you remove the wheels off your feet!




Its a Sunday afternoon and no cars on the road.My brother puts me on his back and on my back I would carry my skates and his.within a tweet,we reach our skating ground."Paliament road".The road is as smooth as summer cherries.As soon as he put me down,we found ourselves removing our shoes and putting on our skates on.We would speed skate from county house to Hotel Intercontinental and back.people would sit on the pavement and watch us as we do our adrenalin rush sport.


When my brother left for America,I stopped skating for some time.Such kinds of sports needs someone to give you the push and give you the adrenalin rush.I am about to recieve a pair of five wheelers parcel from the states.I cant wait to get back on parliament road and remember what my brother tought me.To skate till you fly!!!!

Survived to tell.........

The Accident

One fateful day in 1980 when Jose' was four months old, Jose's Nanny broke her routine of dropping off Jose' at his mother's grocery shop to go pick up his sister from kindergarten. The Nanny decided to leave Jose' at home and rush out to school to pick up the sister, but before leaving she decided to start boiling water. When the Nanny returned home with the sister, she saw that the house was on fire and burst into the home (and in the process burned her arm) to rescue Jose. Fortunately, she did not leave Jose' on the bottom bunk bed like she normally does, but rather left him on the top bunk. By the time she reached him, the bottom bunk bed was in flames which was reaching up to the top bunk. Jose suffered 3rd degree burns to half his body, particularly to his face and arms, and most of his fingers on his left hand were burned beyond saving. Jose's Mum was told what was happening on the next street and came running leaving the shop unattended.She took the child from the arms of the nanny and grabbed a taxi to the burn unit of Kenyatta National Hospital and spent over the next nine months, Jose's mother spent every day attending to her son, helping him to heal, while the rest of the family helped run the shop. Incredibly the mother (and Jose) forgave the nanny for her mistake but the nanny felt so guilty that she resigned from her job.

Childhood

Growing up, Jose found it very difficult in school. The other children discriminated against him for his disfigurement in such ways as always choosing him last in team sports and excluded him from groups. How did this affect him? His self esteem was so low in primary school that he developed a stammer and did poorly in school but with the unconditional acceptance from his family, he built up his confidence and most importantly, his kindheartedness.

Jose' had to draw strength from one of his friends called Christopher Kariuki (1980-2006) who walked him through the healing process in his school life.Christopher could protect me from his peers who would disrespect him.Further in their young adult hood,Christopher would teach Jose' how to talk with girls and convince them for a date or two.This really helped Jose' to look beyond what humans could see.He ultimately saw this as a character building opportunity and used his natural social talents to win people over. Rather than allow this accident to fill him with bitterness and pity, he deliberately decided to transform the experience to one of deep meaning and purpose. Jose feels a deep commitment to bring change to his community. The meaning he finds is "what matters is what change you can bring and not what you look like" and the scars are a constant reminder to him to "value yourself and the people around you and not disrespect others". Yet his worst moment to date was when he was asked by a stranger if he was a victim of the US embassy bombing back in 1998. He still gets asked frequently about what happened but he himself has never asked "why me?" Instead, Jose has asked "what's my purpose?" largely due to his faith and family. Since his family never treated him differently or pitied him, he never pitied himself. His philosophy is that "you attract positive or negative to your life. If you pity yourself, you attract pity. You should not mourn yourself but rather find your purpose". Not surprisingly, Jose feels no resentment or anger towards his former Nanny but rather feels she is the bravest person in the world for rescuing him. He is in fact looking for her now because "she is my hero for saving me".

Becoming an Entrepreneur

In 1999 after completing school, Jose' started distributing milk, bread, newspapers to his community. His true entrepreneurial spirit was unleashed when he set up a shop to distribute his goods. It became successful enough that he hired an employee to run it. After a five year detour as a cell phone technician for Nokia, he went back to his entrepreneurial roots. Two years ago he and two colleagues realized that his community (Kimathi) lacks proper access to information so he completed a comprehensive survey to assess what amenities/services does the community want to see. Aside from the need for a central notice board, his respondents also said they they wanted better access to the Internet. In particular, students needed to write papers and communicate with others, but at the time, they had to stay late in downtown Nairobi. While downtown is just 7 km away, the travel time could be up to 1 ½ hours. Furthermore, coming back to Kimathi late at night could also be potentially dangerous.

Seeing the need, he calculated that there are about 3,000 houses in his community with an average of two target market customers in each house for a total potential market of 6,000 people. The key issue for him was how to raise the start up funds of 250,000 Ksh or $3,600 USD, of which he only had 40,000 Ksh or $600 USD. that had been fundraised by the three partners.For the 210,000 Ksh that he needed to raise, he approached Computers for Schools Kenya to sell the need of his community. They agreed to do a pilot program for which they contributed 13 Compaq Deskpro Pentium III computers and monitors. The remaining balance (210,000 Ksh) had to be paid off in installments. Hence the Kimathi Information Centre (KIC) was born. Part way through the debt repayment, Computers for Schools -Canada, which works with the Kenya operation, saw the impact on the Kimathi community and decided to forgive the debt. KIC has expanded beyond a cyber cafe into a business training centre. He started organizing symposiums for youth, with the first symposium in March 2007 netting 185 attendees. His passion and vision is to empower his greater community with technological advantages to bridge the digital divide.

Social Entrepreneurship 101

But how did Jose' get involved with SE 101? A Sauder School of Business graduate was working for IDRC (International Development Research Centre) when she met Jose' and promptly introduced him to Nancy. At the time, Nancy needed to pull together an SE 101 program in just three weeks because the organization that she was working with pulled out unexpectedly at the last moment. Impressively, Jose' was able to line up 37 students as well as the required facilities and materials.

This year, Jose' has organized the two sites Bahati in Easlands marginalise surburbs-40 atendees and Kibera Langata-45 attendees at total of 65 attendess, lined up 18 guest speakers, invited government officials in two Ministries-Minisrty Of Youth Affairs and Ministry of Information and Communication(ICT BOARD OF KENYA), and sourced program materials,secured a training ground with two churches Kenya assemblies Of God -Bahati and Friends church International-Kibera. He's also been very helpful in helping me to organize my class by taking attendance, encouraging the participants, and making the class announcements. Jose' is a gifted public speaker; he has a natural way of connecting with his audience that is impressive to watch. His passionate commitment to his community is even more remarkable.

I am not my hair

I once read something in a book that said something like, "love like you've never been hurt and dance like no ones watching" and there is this song that has this chorus it goes like "I am not my hair,I am not my skin......and so on.sung by India Arie. ( http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/indiaarie/iamnotmyhair.html)


Hmm....it got me thinking for a while,why did India Arie have to say such statements?why did such a person have to write and sing such a song?The answer just came to me last night when I was lying in bed facing up and my eyes on my mural painted ceiling .Something tragic had just happened in my life through an sms that came in my small cheap mobile phone that changed my destiny within a flash! Ironically,instead of hating,I just remembered in the beginning of the year,I took this promise bible verse in a local church which is in Isaiah 41:10 and peace like a river just flowed in me.


Everything in life works for good.When a child is born,dies your house burns,you are looked down apron and when you love and don't get love in return?! They are all for good.I learned that,I should look up in the skies because that's where my help comes from.I should not be judged by my hair,my skin because that's not me! You might never know what you hold in your hands is valuable till you loose it.OK some practical lesson for you.look at the palm of your hands.What do you see?I guess line criss crossing your hands.Look again and concentrate forget what is happening around you.keep looking at it.What do you see? That's what your hands hold.That's your worth.That's a secret.Until we learn to protect what we have,we never value what God has granted us.


I refuse to be judged with my hair,my skin and more so my looks!What matters to me the most is how hard I will impact your life.If I came into your life to hurt you?to disrupt you?to empower you?to encourage and expose you? anything of the sort.guess what! It was meant for good.That's the point you go like,thank God am a being.Thank God I been judged by my hair and I am not my skin.


Loving like you've never been hurt portrays your personality and puts you in a position in life as a fighter and as an open minded person.Just in case an sms comes in your mobile phone and goes like "I like you as a friend and I think you are wonderful person and a friend too.Otherwise I am seeing someone and we are serious." Don't look down on yourself and go like I was judged by my hair! Pick up yourself,dust off the durst on your back,put your head up and look for more loving search yourself and pursue the next and love like you've never been hurt.