My dear constituents, greetings. Let me start by saying once again, thank you for giving me the opportunity to serve you as a 35 Year old. You trusted me with this great responsibility, and I do not take it for granted. As your 35 Year Old, I made promises that I intend to keep. However words mean nothing if they are not turned into reality. Sure, some people have been labelled great because of their historic words, but not Me. Me, I am a man of action. And like any great leader, I hold myself responsible for my actions. So, let’s see how I did.
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Muriu Alex
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A wise man told me; In your 20's make your mistakes. In your 30's build your relationships. In your 40's build your legacy. In your 50's build others. In your 60's and beyond, give back, and wait on God. I'm quickly learning that life doesn't necessarily work in that order, so I remain an open book (or blog).
20 articles written by Muriu Alex
You don’t know me of course, but i’ve heard a whole lot about you. You see i’ve been watching you from across the room, waiting on all these people with their eager and optimistic faces to finish fawning over you. You must be tired of being forced to smile at everyone, and nod along as they bore you with their dreams and wishes.
Read more →I was born great. Experiences and Acquisitions are only a means to explore and exercise that greatness.
Read more →I’ve recently gone back to Church. It had been a work in progress for a few months, catalyzed by an itch to be in a worship experience with hundreds of other Christians. I’m sure you know that verse about where …
Read more →I consider myself to be a writer. A published one. Like i’ve received a cheque in the proverbial mail at some point in my life for doing some writing. It felt great. It happened once, but I hang on to …
Read more →Clipped wings, poor sight, weak limbs,Like a child embarking on first steps,Frailed by inadequacies and false beliefs,My humanity a plague to my inner Pharaoh,My stained hands corrupting all they touch,Addicted to self, acquisition a bottomless pit,Death beckons, my potential a …
Read more →I wasn’t sure of myself. Heck, I wasn’t sure of anything. I was 24. I was young. I was clueless. The most I had experienced love-wise was Zipporah, my first love. My high school sweetheart. My walks-in-the-field-at-sports-time, weekly-love-letters-though-we-were-in-the-same-school, meet-in-dark-corridors-and-just-talk-coz-we-didnt-know-what-to-do-with-our-hands girlfriend. …
Read more →You know how when you have finally settled on the model for your first, or next car, and all of a sudden you start seeing that car all over the city? Just when you thought you had found a novel …
Read more →I used to curse a lot. Like, a lot. Like every two sentences some curse word will show up in my lingo. My favorite linguistic choices were f#$%, which takes a glorified lead, followed by s#it and last but not …
Read more →Let’s play a game. I tell you one thing about myself, and you have to tell me something about yourself. Deal? I know I know, you are wondering how this works with you behind a computer screen and me probably …
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