I have been awarded with the prestigious Honest Scrap award by Mwari wa David, the one with a golden pen, who writes golden words.

The Honest Scrap award is given to honest women and men of distinguished blogging tendencies, waking some of them from their long blogging hiatus.

The tagged were given a stern admonition,

…and don’t give an excuse of how much you hate tags. The truth is you like tags!I will not disappoint.

Well to the core of the matter, ten honest things about myself.

1. An honest assessment from my pals and colleagues has the verdict that I am laid back, soft-spoken and too trusting. That is probably why I did not make it to the list of Kenya's Top 40 under 40 CEOs, I was told in a recent interview. In my own view, I just like minding my own business and do not see as to why we have to fight others in the name of competition to have a standing in life. After all, no one get out of life alive, right? Of course, there are those who have found in me a "humble form of badness" but I try my best. All the same I have proved to myself to be a worthy opponent in several competitive situations.
   
2. I love chapos and wheat products to a point of addiction. The same has taken a toil on my mid section over the years. In the same breath, I can comfortably feed this addiction without help in the kitchen. In my bachelor days, a loaf a day was the mantra, half in the morning, half in the evening. In between there will be mandazis, chapos, pancakes and digestive biscuits. Now, with queen in charge of home affairs there is a curfew in place to make me walk in the straight and narrow path of veggies, fruit/vegetable salads and fresh juices
   
3. I am a man who gets teary very fast although it is 3 and a half years since I cried. It is like my tear sacs wait for the slightest provocation. The secret is to avoid fights, arguments and lashings from bosses that can get me to that situation. I once walked out on a bossy boss whose words nearly got me to that point, will never forget the look on his face despite the warning letter. To maintain the manly feat of "no tears" I like playing weak and vulnerable in contentious and warring situations or simply walking away
   
4. In the last year, for the first time in my life, I have strongly felt like killing someone. The situation eased after a while
   
5. I do not know how the Kiereini products taste, ever, or experienced the luxurious trappings of the Masterminds and BATs of this world. Guess it has to do with my priestly upbringing. Sometime last year, one stressful day I woke up with a feeling of "lighting up" after a dreamland experience of this relieving and releasing feeling of a smoke. Could not gather the courage though.
   
6. I have always imagined I will end up as a priest (the kind that is bought a lexus by the parishioners for a birthday present) or a politician (the kind that solves all the villagers problems). I am getting realistic by the day. That said, I am not enthusiastic about politics, for it once threatened the lives of my family and being in church for eons has turned me into a critic that can mess up the pulpit
   
7. I am kinda of a techie ... my subtle footprints are allover the Kenya digispace
8. I had this ambition of running three profitable businesses by the time I am 30. By December last year, they were three, in a span of less than five months, I only have one left, I blame the global crisis. 30 is approaching very fast, I may have to dream again
   
9. When it comes to giving honest opinions, I tend to be diplomatic aka beating around the bush with words. I find it hard to be a straight shooter with words, lest I hurt feelings, I believe in human flaws. Unfortunately, I still have a feeling of unforgiven hurts out there caused by my words.
   
10. For my first VCT experience, I went all the way to Kijabe Missions hospital (to ensure I will not meet anyone I know if I went to a centre within Nairobi) only to find the VCT centre closed as it was a public holiday. The nurse on duty referred me to the TB clinic where TB patients were doing their followups and drug collections. When it was my turn to see the doctor, I chickened out wondering what to tell him and walked out of the clinic to the amazement of other waiting patients. I was mainly worried of an injury I had at the barber while having a haircut and not because of any untoward expeditions. It was Christmas of 2005, I wanted to visit the village without a stigmatizing conscience.

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instructions for the award are: (but feel free to break the rules!)

1. You must brag about the award
2. You must include the name of the blogger who bestowed the award on you and link back to the blogger
3. You must choose a minimum of seven (7) blogs that you find brilliant in content or design.
4. Show their names and links and leave a comment informing them that they were prized with Honest Weblog.
5. List at least ten (10) honest things about yourself. Then pass it on!