CURE FOR WALKING DEAD PANDEMIC

 CURE FOR WALKING DEAD PANDEMIC

Marie is not the kind of ladies who lead a boring life. Not the kind to get married and be tied down to a man. Then get one, two, three kids. Mess up their shape with baby fat thing; then be doing dishes, make family meals, wash clean and feed kids....then move around the house humbly serving the man(read Lord) of the house who is always on the couch watching TV or reading newspapers!!!......excuse me!!!....Marie could not agree to such a drab boring life. She left that kind of sh*t life to her sister Marty, whose only myopic dream, according to her, was find a God fearing man to marry her and make a family. On the contrary, she is living the life. And after all, you only live once. And why not. She considers herself a woman of class and only had time to interact with them of her kind. Any time they met for a drink in one of the high end clubs in the rich Nairobi suburbs, it was either soft hugs or sounds of hi-fives and hearty laughter. The beauties are of all shapes, sizes and endowment. Talk of colourful figure-hugging dresses, swinging gaits, chick handbags, fragrance from expensive sprays, clinking stilettos, perfectly done make-ups and expensive beautiful flowing human hairs. The splendid meet-ups of pomp and beauty is where any man worth their salt only wishes to be dropped in their midst, to feed their eyes on the perfect shaped daughters of Eve. Marie's circle of friends is only of ladies who understand their worth. Of them also, Marie is beautiful with a shape to die for. Talk of the right curves on the right places. She is the kind that makes men break their necks looking behind, anytime she passes by. Let's not talk of the drinks that Marie and co. imbibe. They have no worry in the world filling their round table with innumerable bottles of Macallan No. 6 though one costs 0.75 fraction of a million bob. That is Marie for you but if you ask me where she gets the money from, I cannot honestly say because there is not a good known source of her income. What we know is that she is on endless holiday travels across the world anytime she is not visiting her expensive joints. Let's talk a little about her bro Azzy. Growing up with the girls made him like one of them. He is always seen hanging out with the sisters and their friends.  A few months ago however, he was rushed to Aga khan hospital with undisclosed but serious illness. The expert specialist who was to attend to him was out of the country for specialized surgery and could not make it on time. Everyone came to comfort the family when he died. Their leafy neighbourhood was filled with a gloomy cloud of sadness. One grieving day, the most important Man in town was around and also shed a tear for Azzy. Both his hands and feet were wrapped in strips of linen and cloth when he walked out of deadness. Hallelujah!!!...the Master had called him. It did not matter that he was stinking. Because there is hope for the sufferers of the walking dead pandemic, if they look up to Jesus, they will rise again. Marie had also come out of her deadness, sinful life in repentance as she poured oil worth a year's wages on Jesus feet, wiping her with her hair. And so runs the story of Marie, Marty and Azzy in John 11:1-44; call them Mary, Martha and Lazarus if you wish. 

@Stephen Mungai