Monthly Archives: August 2020

DARE TO IMAGINE: Sketches beyond the eyes.

Oh misty eyes of the mountain below, keep careful watch of my brother’s souls, and should the sky be filled with, fire and smoke, keep watching over Durin’s sons……


A beautiful rhythm and tune by Ed Sheeran to match the misty atmosphere hanging above. So heavy is it that even the very vision I would assume once was mine is nowhere as the ever glowing magical horizon is nowhere to be seen. Call it vision masked and lost to the elements.


In most cases as such do you begin questioning reality itself. If an atmospheric space and distance of a limited 438kms are enough to cause such a blur to the eyes and even heart, what would happen if the whole expanse of the universe was handed to us as it has been?


Yes my dear treader, tell me if you may, what is real and what is fake? What is perfect and what is vague? Do you sometimes if not always question your very reality? Do you even dare to dream beyond what meets or even fits your eyes? And what do you see when you set your mind and not eyes to task?


Yes, I know most times it takes both the eyes and mind to work together and break to dawn the hidden truths we dare not imagine or even think about. Worry not then my dear treader for if you tasked your mind with such wonders then what would be the purpose of PePa? Haha, I too wonder.


So then, come along the sketches of PePa, and together let us tread these paths that so buffet our vision.


As I close my eyes and breath in the freshness of the misty air, one that has kept most persons indoors and rid the atmosphere of all its pollutants, I can calmly enjoy its bite as it cuts through the thin membranes of my nostrils and thence filling me up with a nostalgic surge of my younger years.


Years when I would reluctantly rise up earlier than the sun and grazing cows, brush my teeth and briskly wash my eyes of night sleep, and sliding into my pair of beige shorts, checked brown shirt and dark brown cardigan, I would rush to school. Two slices of bread always did the tummy a huge favour those beautiful chilly mornings and when shoe polish was out of reach, I had discovered that milking jelly also gave those black shoes a certain unimaginable glow.


Flipside was that the glow disappeared as soon as the cold mist outside hit the surface of my shoes and their final state was worse than the initial, quite laughable huh? Nothing to laugh about though as such memories, especially of getting a whooping in school for not being neat enough was not a welcome joy at all. The same has led me to this day to be a lover of canvas shoes other than leather shoes. How I wish they had allowed me back then to wear these same shoes that I can dorn an entire week without worrying about how much dirt they will gather on repeat.


All the same, those were beautiful days as they now fill my heart with their nostalgic fits. How I ended up winning an award for being the cleanest student at the end of the day, I can only attribute to the Almighty and discipline of washing and drying school clothes overnight to wear again the coming morning; Oh and we had no electric iron box to press them down to crispness back then so you can but figure out the strain and resilience it all built. Or did we? Aha, how so when we didn’t have electricity in the first place, or could it have used rechargeable batteries and even solar? Haha, quite laughable if you ask me as Chinese technology and their rechargeable everything hadn’t yet hit our part of the sphere then.


Times have past and days turned into many years, many beautiful years with nothing to regret but everything to be grateful about even as I reflect upon what is real and what is not.


Not to lose you still, come along the sketches of PePa again and this time around let us stop with him at the intersection into the central business district. The traffic police has raised his hand for my section of traffic to stop and the intersecting road is all but clear. What amazes my gaze is this rugged man who crosses before me. He has shaggy dirty hair, tattered clothes, and a dirty sack hanging on his drooping shoulders.


Sometimes I know I overthink things but help me understand, why is he using the zebra crossing, unlike nature dictates? I mean he is crossing the road but why the zebra crossing? Maybe you still don’t catch my drift but hey, the thing is, with the intersection open and he not being sane at all, nature dictates that he should be walking right through the main road, or in between cars but see, he isn’t. He calmly crosses right at the zebra crossing and for a moment I question his insanity or my sanity for that matter.


I am dazed as I look on at him go over to the other side and with oncoming traffic at his end he waits for the cars to drive through before he proceeds to cross again. ”Is he really insane?” I wonder,” or did I miss the entire truth of the matter?”


Such is life as we may see it my dear treader but I have been forced to most times like this think beyond what I see. As he calmly walked over the zebra crossing, a glimpse of the motorist driving beside me, with his mask on went on to show the unease and frustration at the snarl in traffic we were in. The rush of life in him versus the calm and surity in the supposed insane man brought lots to question.


What if the ones we thought insane were the actual sane ones yet we who thought ourselves sane were the insane ones? Okay then if that makes no sense, tell me why this motorist would bump the rare end of the car I am driving and as if nothing happened, they calmly drive off leaving the car with a deep scratch? Well, we can excuse them for now, but tell me about this other one who as I enter the junction whilst all other cars are at a stall, revs up in front of me and almost hits the front of the car and as if that is not enough, he goes on to snarl at me and pointing to his head tells me to use mine, hahaha.


What if, just as a friend asked, when you thought you were using oxygen you rose up one day and realised oxygen was instead using you and once you were of no more use it got rid of you and your death was then imminent?


Do you ever ask yourself what if? Let us dare to imagine and think beyond what light of day presents to the eyes. Let us have vision beyond the eyes and see all that our minds and hearts need to see, let us not limit ourselves to the only possibilities we have grown to see and live with; let us blow reality and explore all there is in the world and beyond.


Don’t you know that the Great I am told us to ask of Him and see if He will not give us the nations as our inheritance and the ends of the earth as our possession? Shall we then possess what we can’t imagine?


What if?


Allow my chilly fingers to type away the cold and hold back the freeze with happy knuckles as I say adios. and stay blessed.


PePa: The Sketches Of Life.


YOU CAN’T GIVE UP: The Sketches Of Surrender.

If I could hear my own voice through the commotion and clatter that has made reign within my heart…If I could shut off all the noise and cries of depression without. If only for a moment it could all cease and right here with me would be a new dawn…..If only, I mean it is feasible, right?

And yet all I still hear is the troubled turmoil within my heart, the consternation that so creeps in and reminds me of how many times I have failed before. Reminding me that there is nothing to make this time around any different.

Still, I hear the voices of all these motivational speakers chyme over and over and over again. Telling me that I can’t afford to give up, but then I can’t afford anything else now, can I? Giving up is easy and free, so why not?

I try to listen on but all that keeps drumming through my ears is that they have no idea what it really means to be at the precipice of hope, right near that same dawn through which joy should come and yet opening my eyes still see utter destruction coming in. All that hope they have preached and shouted over their lungs seems to have been just that, noise.

Not that any of my worries are playing in bits to rectify any predicament I currently am in but the more I delve into it, the more I tend to lose all my initial bearing. I thus find myself a prisoner of my own predicament; gasping for air in a choke and entanglement within all the reeds underneath the wave of my wallow.

I gasp for air but the more I open up my mouth, the more the water becomes salty and even dries up the very sound from my throat. No one is nearby to aid my now drowning self. I feel as if I am caught up in a fiction movie that is all but now seeming all real, or more like in that inception dream that fits reality more than the broken dreams themselves. Di Caprio would best describe the feeling as he loses his wife within the dream.

So, my dear readers, at the bottom of the ocean am I just like Jonah was in the Old Testament scriptures, this time around, however, there is no huge fish to come save me or even Leonardo Di Caprio’s spin pin back to reality. I am lost to myself and there can only be one Saviour of me. Trust me that can’t be the Christ either as He already played His part upon the cross and with that His love always abides with me.

So, seeing that there is only one person left to save me and they seem not to be around, I am forced to search much deeper within. To for a moment give no reign nor recognition to all the turmoil beating all around me and focus on myself. A moment if selfishness must thus take center-stage and realizing I have been given all I ever needed, I must find me.

Withstanding the pain and letting it wash over all my senses, I must grow numb to the pain to find the peace that dwells much deeper. Here is the Usah moment of discovery by Will Smith in his Bad boys’ movie down in the 90s.

Or for those deep in scripture, this is the moment you remember that the Almighty already gave you the power of life and death and with the heavens and earth as your witnesses then it is only you left to play your part and exercising your faith believe and act upon it.

I hence realize and get to see that my dawn was never even here in the first place and that I had limited myself to the timespan and parameters of the human mind when in reality, my perseverance in spite of all odds surely wins me through.

Did I just use the word perseverance? The same words that saw me through a tough Maseno School regime in the name of a motto devoid of the harsh reality on the ground. A most well-articulated motto in the Luo tongue read as,” Kinda piny emanyalo gimoro.”A direct translation to this would mean,” The patience and endurance upon the earth are all that can win you something,”… An easier translation, however, reads as,” Perseverance shall win you through,”

So, truth be told, right from the heavens above, to the earth below and the wind without. Right through the ages past and oracles alongside scriptures revealed, I have nothing to fear for I realize that all odds aren’t actually tipped against me as I would imagine, but, sure rest in my favour with my volition brought to call.

Now this time round I listen more keenly to the hope giver and motivational speakers and looking beyond their words I can finally see, that the race is not for the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill; but time and chance, happens to them all. And the secret lay all along before my eyes, that my dawn is not gone as I thought but as promised, though troubles may last for a night, my joy is here and not past in this dawn.

Neither is your’s my dear treader, neither is your joy gone, so hold on, keep on and never stop for any action in the physical world sure has a reaction in the spiritual realm.

What then shall your action in the physical world be? Defeat and surrender or a fight to the last breath? Will you fight standing or will you die on your knees? And if the victory belongs to the Almighty then to who does the battle belong?

So I need not even hear my own voice for the entire universe is speaking for me and it keeps repeating, ”You can’t give up, keep on going, you are almost there…”

Ps. Catch more of my sketches on my YouTube channel here.


PePa: The Sketches Of Life.

AUGUST: Sketches through the omens.

It is said in the walk of life that we should always look out for the omens that lead us in this journey. The scriptures say to always listen to the still small voice and not be blinded by the huge storms and hauling winds around.


I have always wondered why listen to the small still voice yet all the answers lay in the inscriptions glowing in the huge occurrences? Truth is that in the midst of the most visible things and actions we think we see the truth but right therein do we miss the entire picture and are even led astray as it lays riddled in the small details rather than projected in the masses.


So hitting the 2nd day of August I am drawn back to this small post made by a follower on Instagram that said,” August, it’s like the Sunday of Summer.” Mmmh, I thought, August being like the Sunday of Summer is such a big proclamation indeed yet wrought in very simple words, huh?


I looked outside and noticed that after a long time without much brightness, the sun had finally come out to dance with the clouds and the blue of the sky projected all this joy in a symphony of an hour joy dance. It is the 2nd day of August as I write this post.


I honestly had to wait for a day’s length to see the true meaning of those words you see? Sitting here as I jot this I realise that those simple words proclaimed had every truth in them. All hid so openly you would easily miss it as you look at the dullness now around.


The sun came out on a single first day to proclaim the beauty of August. Looking at it today we may not even understand it all but opening the entire depth of the small still voice and the statement of reading the omens you realise that it has all been laid bare right before us yet we can but so easily miss it all.


So going back to our dark winter days, we must embrace the fact that the beauty of every season is never really displayed in the entirety of the season but rather in a moment missed within it. Note also that no matter how hard you are pressed at the moment, do not be too blinded by your predicament that you miss the entire bliss of the situation you are in.


Quite ironical you might retort but this lays as the truth of how often we miss the omens in our lives and give up. Thinking in the process that all our efforts have amounted to naught. In the process of this desperation do we miss the fact that every little effort has amounted to something and thus taken us through to the point we are at.


It is all pinned up and lined in the little efforts and steps we make. it doesn’t have to add up and be full-blown right at this time. When we reach the top of the mountain however, we will look back down and wonder how it is we made it all the way to the top with all the strain we had?


Do not be so taken by the pain and wonder why it all isn’t going away. Rather appreciate the process and be molded into perfection from the pain you face. It will become your testimony of a new day and rise to the top eventually. Whatever you do hence and whatever strain buffets your tread, keep at it and let it build patience in you to the perfection of undeniable fruits.


The clouds roll in to protect us from the scorching sun above as August grows into the promise of success and abundance. The omen is set to grow us and the stakes lay beautiful as it is.


May you have a most blessed and fruitful August ahead.


PePa: The Sketches Of Life.