Tag Archives: death

The Perfect Stranger

The Perfect Stranger

Just the other day, I met a guy. Very easy on the eye, well spoken, friendly and with a quick humor. His eyes were kind and his demeanor pleasant. A five minute conversation was all it took to get invested. The kind of people who feel like long time friends after a brief run in at the water cooler. Can’t help but wonder if I existed in another life, and they were part of it. Not just a part of it, but a pivotal part of it. Novels allude to this phenomena but we are prone to dismiss it as artistic license until it happens to you. Until you meet that perfect stranger and you are both in tune. Aware of the synergy of your beings as you keep up the small talk. And with a final glance you walk away secretly wishing for the chance to ‘bump’ into each other again.

It happens once in a while and more often than not, the second meeting does come. Then the third, and the fourth and countless others follow. As you both write your story, the ending entirely up to you. But, what if tomorrow never comes? What if the glance you shared as you walked away was the last you’d ever have? What if that perfect stranger will remain just that? Forever? What if fate never gave you the chance to make more memories?

Life is fleeting and time is a gift. A gift that we sometimes take for granted because we assume that we have tonnes of it left. While we are unwittingly close the end of road. Just one more step to the end. When young people our age die, why do we get so shocked? Why are we taken aback while we all know that death is our ultimate destination? Because we thought we have time. We have a time-bound existence and yet we crave eternity. The sand in the hour glass trickles down every fleeting moment and yet we choose to postpone most of our lives for a later day. An eventual moment in the future when we will finally do what we yearn or say what torments us.

So what of my perfect stranger? I just got the news of his demise. A road accident took him. Just like that. He was here and now he’s not. Like a trailer that never evolved into a movie. I think of what could have been and I become sad. The words that I wanted to say or the jokes I had already made up to share with him. When you meet a perfect stranger and never cross paths again, you secretly live with the hope of bumping into them. But if you learn that fate took them to a place that they can never feel again, you get crushed. I met him for 5 minutes so i feel that i don’t have the right to grieve. Yet I grieve. I grieve for his friends who loved him, for the family that lost him, for the roads he left untraveled, for the moments he left unexplored. I grieve for the lost of chance.

Don’t be afraid to say what you feel, to do what you will. Life is a rotating wheel so live it to the full before the momentum dies down and the wheel stops moving.

Leave a comment

Posted by on September 3, 2015 in Philosophical me


Tags: , , , , , , ,

The controvercial way to hallmark- Legacy in the non- conventional way.

Looking at my day to day life, i sometimes wonder what kind of a legacy i will leave behind.So to that effect i formulated my master plan to leave my footprint in this world. However i will not indulge you in the details. They are for me to know and for you to witness.

I was recently watching news and i heard of the death of Wambui Mbugua Otieno, famous for her matrimony with a man half her age after her husband died and an excruciatingly long court case about the burial rights. I was amazed to find out that she was instrumental i the fight for freedom in this country. It’s funny how we never get to here all the good things people do until they die or a sudden catastrophe occurs. Controversy is probably the best publicity because good works hardly elicit that much publicity. Everyone, yes everyone, has the tendency to remember the few wrongs people did as opposed to the world of good they might have done. I call it the black stain on a white cloth theory. Glaringly visible and definitely impressionable.

Think of Micheal Jackson. What strikes you when his name is mentioned? His musical prowess? Maybe but immediately after you start thinking of the fact that he could have been called Michelle Instead of Micheal, or the fact that he lived in court because of the defilement charges, or the bleaching drama.Get my drift?

So if you really aren’t too sure you will be able to leave a formidable legacy,or do something worth remembering, Try the vain way to instant stardom.Its fleeting and desperate but then again a drowning man would clutch at a straw,
wouldn’t he?

Leave a comment

Posted by on September 7, 2011 in Uncategorized


Tags: , , , , , , , ,