Tech stuff boring?

Is technology a boring subject really?


Though I’m not a techie, I’ve slowly but surely been shown that technology is not such an unfriendly subject, destined for only small populations of strange people, but is truly an area with endless opportunities. See below and I think you’ll be convinced too.


How many people want to read articles on technology? My guess would be, not so many! Why would they anyways? Maybe technology is truly a boring and unpleasant subject, but then, as I sit in my office I look out at all these techies, creatives and some others that rage about C+, Javascript, Ruby and other foreign programs. But what is weird and unfitting with my assumption about technology being boring, is that all the techies are smiling and enjoying their work! What’s this about?? So here I’ve been forced to come to the temporary conclusion that it might not be that entertainment-lacking after all. What makes them enjoy what many people may perceive to be mundane and not for the average person? This got me thinking…


Again, as I am enjoying a chat with my friend Gift at a party, a conversation around technology pops up and he seems really excited about it. He breathlessly tries to show me the many possibilities technology has to offer and by now I can’t help but imagine a life with fewer troubles courtesy of technology. I am truly enjoying this.


Imagine a life where everything is in perfect order. I challenge you to think about anything that troubles you. Is it hunger, traffic congestion, death, divorces or even natural disasters? I believe that there is a solution to these common troubles lying in a yet-to-be invented technology.

Let’s take for instance traffic congestion. As the population in urban centers continues to grow, so shall the rate of traffic congestion. In fact it is estimated that over half the population in the world is today living in the cities and more than seventy percent of the human species will be living in cities in the next twenty to thirty years’ time.


However, imagine the possibility of travelling the world with the touch of a button. Imagine having a pair of shoes or a shirt that aids you in flying. I even imagine trains, planes and vehicles that can move on or under the water. I see the possibility of being in 10 different meetings at the same time, and in different parts of the world, through the ability to teleport yourself. How much more fun can it get? Think of the idea of teleporting yourself, you will be able to spend more time with your family and friends and do everything else that you ever need to do.


What about death? Imagine living to up to two hundred years or more. Now, that could create other unintended consequences, but that’s for another day…  With technology you will be able to detect a disease even before it has affected you. Right now you are even able to get gene testing to determine what diseases you may be predisposed to, pretty cool, eh? There will be medicines that will prevent aging. Won’t all these lead to a longer healthier and happier life? Maybe, but that’s not up for debate right now…


Maybe technology is not a boring subject at all, maybe it is a platform that provides for imagination, creativity and motivation to make the world a more efficient and interesting place.


What do you think??


My excuse

My excuse
My excuse, my death

On Wednesday, April 27, 1988. Jane, a woman of 30 years went into labor. She had woken up at 6 a.m. feeling antsy and excited. It was a day past her due date and she had an unexplained burst of energy and a gut feeling that the day could not end before she had given birth. Suddenly restless pelvic pressure mixed with pain rushed in. It was about 7:00 a.m.

The contractions got more intense, and so did the pain. She was frantically rushed to hospital and upon arrival, she had dilated enough and was ready to welcome the baby boy. It was around 11.00 a.m.

You will never fathom her joy as she received Ng’ash into her arms. A great smile, a big heart and a lovely dark skin is how he would turn out. Yes, that is me.

Born In a loving family, poor yet never felt like it, I grew up knowing nothing but love for the small community around me. We had little money, a lot of hungry stomachs and every reason to turn to God for help. We were happy. My age mates and I would borrow bicycles and play outside. We fought a lot, played a lot and loved each other a lot.

Nice. That was great but I had many issues I struggled with. I had a low self-esteem that I covered with my strength to communicate, I worked really hard to prove my value, I stole my parent’s money to impress friends, I hated our house and lied about my family. I felt we were unlucky, but something inside me told me I was great. I was talented and highly gifted. I would turn out great.

Despite the lack of a good flow of money, urinating in bed and constantly on the receiving end of my mother’s whip; I felt things always worked out well for me. I was doing well in class, I was in the debate team and I was quickly becoming popular.

Like you, I was not making the best toys, I could not play better football and I was not as informed about general issues as boys my age. I was, however, happy that I was regarded in high esteem at our local church.

I loved church.I participated in drama, poetry and singing. I also remembered what the church-school teacher had taught us the previous week with ease. I was regarded as good. I felt accepted. Additionally, my parents had leadership positions at the church. I was proud of them. All my sisters were active too. I loved that about us.

As I grew older, church was becoming boring but I did not want to disappoint my family by doing what most of my peers were doing. SINNING! At least not in their knowledge. The pressure to fit in among my friends at home was mounting. I wanted to taste alcohol; to kiss a girl; to try out cigarettes; to club. I tasted alcohol when I was 13 years. You remember merrycane and safire? I started to club at the age of 14.  Remember York House, F2, Holy Mbao and Nyanza House Club? Life was getting exciting. I lied that I was going for a kesha or a church related event so as to join my friends on the dance floor. I was sneaking from school and causing strikes. I became a master pretender. I was a saint in the eyes of my parents and teachers, but a pathetic lie in my closet.

I knew I was wrong. I was sinning against God but I had enough excuses. I am young. My friends would reject me if I lived a straight and godly life. I had gone too far. I would become a better person when I got married. My friends would perceive me as weak if I lived for God.

Then I learnt about grace and my excuses became better. Nobody is perfect. Turning from sin is a process. Everything is permissible. I am only human. This is just me. All have sin and fallen short. God will forgive. I became comfortable with my sin.

Since then, I am learning that the devil is happy about our excuses. I have learnt that I don’t need to bend verses to cover my guilt. I have learnt that I have victory over sin. Can God give us the power to heal the sick, to move mountains and to raise the dead and not give us power to live right? No! He has given us the power to say NO to ungodliness.

I am learning to trust that God loves me; He knows me; He cares for me; He can help me; He will help me and He wants the best for me. More than ever, I know He has a plan for my life. I have no excuse.

27 years later and every day is new to me. Just like the first.

To the great!

I am inspired by the words of a philisopher, Leo Tolstoy, who said that there is no greatness where there is no simplicity, goodness and truth. Moreover, nothing tells of greatness like the act of Christ who, being in very nature God, did not consider equality with God (something to be used to His own advantage,) rather, He made Himself nothing by taking the very nature of a servant, being made in human likeness. Being found in appearance as a man, He humbled himself by becoming obedient to death on a cross! Therefore God exalted Him to the highest place and gave him the name that is above every name.

If anyone seeks greatness, humility and sacrifice must be carried in the deepest part of his or her heart. #Greatness