i intended to post about the nse drug money and its prophets of doom but i reserve that crap for another time. hearty heart matters first. the heart likes candy and biscuits!

watching my 25^th year fizzle away fills my mind with nostalgia, calmness and uncertainty. a concoction of sought. or is it 26^th year if the nine gestation months matters. god bless the lovely mothers. no, its not birthday time.

i always subconsciously longed for the twenty fifth year of oxygen addiction. now it feels more like the getting on a summit as the downhill slide to thirty starts in earnest. fortunately, this year moves away the cloud of the valley of the shadow of… okay, i don’t intend to be freaky but….

i just realized that i never got over it. what? when i was sweet sixteen (does it apply to dudes?) i read this book titled ‘eighteen and no time to waste’ about some teenagers whose life were cut short immediately after making that best decision of following the lord. one of them was so determined to recoup the wasted years by putting in more effort into the service of the king after making the life changing decision.

she never made it past the eighteenth year. well, for her to live was christ to die was gain, the theme of the book. as we analyzed the book, with one of my mentors, that’s where the idea of the twenty fifth year slowly colonized my fearful mind. get off the pulpit jp!

well, at the time a statement flew from my mentor’s wise mouth that genius guys like jp- but do i say- never get past their twenty fifth year. it was innocent, but my mind wasn’t going to treat such wisdom like chaff, especially when it came from my mentor. i just realized the other day that the statement never escaped my sharp subconscious since.

i know you are wondering, jp a genius? holy joe! i wont blow any jp trumpet but a simple “blogeometer” could give us indications. one of our bright bloggers around is still fighting wars with kasneb, the accountancy body. jp zoomed past that before he could say kcse, the secondary education in kenya. if that does not make jp a genius then i don’t know who a genius is. i think it goes without saying. please don’t come for my jugular, i had a rough day and i am just having fun with words.

other than the fun of flying past the twenty fifth goal post, it was an eventful year. i once had a chat with an old friend moments before he passed on and the words that came from him if written down would give solomon’s recital of vanity of vanities a run for his fame. one thing he felt so sure is that we all have a mark of … somewhere in our bodies. some form of expiry date if you know what i mean. he felt this strongly for he spent a fortune sealing what he and his doctor felt were the life escape routes only for one unnoticed, undiscovered dent to quickly and surely usher him to the gods.

in my twenty fifth count i happened to get an injury and many a times i feel herein lies the mark of …. no, i aint scared as it sounds in words; i believe i have at least seven more decades to count.

the downhill to thirty has begun in earnest with a well orchestrated effort to have jp start passing on the gene button. it started casually with extended relatives and now the nuclear gang has taken on the rallying call to have the family pedigree longer and bigger.

the nuclear gang has gained ample support in the embodiment of the “sinful nature” which is pushing jp to an edge, almost breaking the leash of the mosaic law. i adeptly support job of the book in one of his declarations. compliance rates to the “job of the book” covenant call don’t really matter a lot, what matters is the spirit. I think if there are any deviations, they are not statistically significant.

job made a covenant with his eyes that they will not lustfully look at a cutie. i believe the only way out for dudes who subscribe to this school of thought is to have the cutie legally, religiously and societically–excuse the battering of the queen’s language. and therein lies jp’s dilemma, yet he is determined to surmount all.