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What is greatness? Is it wealth, fame or influence? Those we deeply admire in life, why do we admire them. Is it the confidence in their gait, the passion in their voices or the spark in their eyes?

If you have been to a big stage, where your word is respected and your worth adored. Where hundreds, or thousands or even tens of thousands or millions adore you, you will probably know one thing. That true greatness does not lie in our ability to change the whole world, but in our effort to try and change the world of one.

Claps and adoration of the multitude, matter less, as a sincere look into your eye, by one person you truly touched, when they say thank you. It’s this, that which is not highlighted by the media or spoken in low tones that, truly touches hearts.

Those who are great, in the end know, that life is not about moving mountains, or the greatest discoveries or the greatest positions or influence. They come to appreciate, that true greatness, is having the confidence to take a step when the moment calls, perhaps, not helping everyone in the world, but reaching out to the one who need you, perhaps not providing solutions to all the problems, but solving the little problem just before you.

Those who are truly great are the ones who know to remain true to every little step in their lives. So, in the thought that you have now, the tiny hope that you hold, the smallest act of kindness that you do, when doing that, do it- like it will define your entire life’s worth. For then, you will be truly great.

Have a great Wednesday dear Friends!


Posted by Esther Mwangi

You might have bumped into one of his writing, or a feature story on him in your popular magazine or seen him on TV. His peers know his as a fast paced walker, mostly in a suit and always in hurry. To those who are close to him, Lone Felix is a relaxed fellow, with a deep sense of humor and a bit shy actually. Esther Mwangi sat with Felix on a Sunday afternoon after his usual Sunday afternoon ritual of playing basketball, with what he refers to as his gang…

Q. You are always in hurry, why do you walk so fast?



(Laughing) I never quite realize that. But when I was nine, I developed severe rheumatoid arthritis and was unable to walk for almost three months. When I got better, I had understood why being able to be on your feet is very important. Ever since then, I started walking quite fast and it became a habit.

Q. That would mean that your love for suits also has a story?

Not really. I think being in a good suit projects a good image and gives one confidence. Pretty much that is why I do them. Over time, it’s become what I am associated with.

Q. Tell us about your growing up

I grew up in rural Western Kenya; brought up by a single mother. Life was challenging, walking five kilometers barefoot to school; countless nights of going without food. I however don’t think that I was so disadvantaged; thousands of Kenyan children pass through the same problems. And in addition, I had a mother who loved me unconditionally.
I would sit and watch her cut trees, or uproot tree stumps to burn charcoal. Yet she always managed to afford a smile. As a kid, such deep love makes you forget hunger and lack.

Q. That’s was a tough life by all measures

Not really, I have met stories in my life that make me thank God for the experiences I had a child. And in a way, these struggles form the core of my values; they have given me a deep sense of empathy and value for others.

Q. If you had a chance to recreate your life, how different would you like your childhood to be?

(Early July)Lone Felix Makes a call at JKIA before when about to depart for a global leadership Forum in South Africa

(Early July)Lone Felix Makes a call at JKIA before when about to depart for a global leadership Forum in South Africa

I am unable to answer that question. Sometimes I wish I had a father by my side, but I actually think his not being there made me stronger. It taught me to fight my own battles, to write my own story, to make my own mistakes and correct them. I do not therefore know what I would want different, but I know I would not want to miss in that life the lessons my mother’s struggles gave me.

Q. That’s the fourth time you are saying mother, would you say you are a mama’s boy?

If being a mama’s boy means loving your mom immeasurably, then probably I am. But when bringing us up, she was keen to ensure that we knew our roles as men. We were to make our own decisions and be responsible. I do not live in her shadow, but her influence in my life is something that will last a lifetime.

Q. Tell us about your early schooling?

I joined Nursery school in 1994. I remember there was a huge fight before I agreed to go to school. I had my first fight on my second day in nursery, and the madam, her name was Justine, really caned me.

I was very tiny then, so I was not allowed to go to class one. The qualification for proceeding was much about being able to pass your left hand to touch your right ear (laughs). So I spend two years in Nursery school, then at age six I joined standard one.

In 1999 when I contracted arthritis, so I was out of school for six months and had to retake standard four in 2000. It’s also the same year when my dad died.

I developed excessive bitterness around that time, in part it’s because; I had just seen my father three times, and the last time he told me, he would change my school. When he died, the dreams of ever having a father crushed and with it deep hate.

With Sauti Sol on the Side Lines of the Annual Leadership & Education Congress

With Sauti Sol on the Side Lines of the Annual Leadership & Education Congress

Walking home from his school to see his grave each day added to my desperation. Mom’s struggles at that point intensified, family feuds over property, it was too much to bear. So I moved from Rural Busia to my maternal uncle in Rural Bungoma, a place called Namanze.

Q. My cousin worked in a mission hospital at a place called Khasoko; it should be close to that place

They are very close. It’s at Namanze where I sat my KCPE IN 2004.

Q. High school?

I was offered admission to Friends school Kamusinga. I had struggled and attained 432 marks out of 500. But you see, we could not raise school fees or money for shopping. So I picked the box that my sister had used for her high school and bits of shopping mom had realized then went to school. A donor had pledged to pay my school fees but the cheque would be a day late. So I was turned away. I got the cheque next day, but when I went back to school, I was told when you miss to report the first day, you forfeit your chance.

Q. What did that mean to you?

It was crushing. At the time it seemed like everything was unfair and it was very hard for me to make sense out of it.

Q. So what did you do?

Doris Mwendwa (William College USA), Lone Felix and Popular Comedian Churchill Leave after the closure of the Annual Leadership & Education Congress

Doris Mwendwa (William College USA), Lone Felix and Popular Comedian Churchill Leave after the closure of the Annual Leadership & Education Congress

I sought help from the District Education Office but hit a dead end. I was taken in at Khasoko Secondary School in rural Bungoma. Then in my second form I joined Goseta mixed secondary school then, in Trans-Nzoia.
The school accepted me to stay; I was never asked school fees. I think God has a way of helping out. My family could not even raise Ksh. 3600 for KCSE registration; it was the school that paid it for me. The cumulative debt was written off when I registered the first (A) plain for the school.

Q. What is the most vivid memory you have of your childhood?

On this Wednesday, it was 1997 at the height of a hunger. I got home from school and there was no food. It was perfectly normal. So I changed and went to get some sugar canes. In the evening, when mom came home, she was singing. Whenever mom sang, I would know she was sad. She always hid her misery in songs.

She told us there was no food, but she had a bit of flour and would make porridge. So I sat on the side extracting juice from sugarcane, we used the juice as sugar. Suddenly she stopped and scoped something from the boiling porridge.

I then saw tears in her eyes. She said it was a caterpillar. She had stirred it and basically we could not take the porridge. I followed her crying, and as she poured the porridge to the ground, I held her hand and told her: mom I am hungry, let me just take it.

She said, no son, you can’t do that; life is much more than a day’s meal. That line has never left my ear.

Q. What was the lowest moment of your childhood?

You see Esther, when growing up we faced a lot of challenges. Mom was very determined to see us grow and she did everything. Now when there was totally no food, mom used to go to posho-mills and she would take the flour that had been swept from the floor.
And that is what we would eat, now that flour had the smell of oil and had been obviously stepped on by people. Such moments are not as pleasing to any child.

Q. It is very hard for anyone to reconcile that childhood, with the person you are now?

And I fully understand that. It has been a fight that still continues. My family still struggles; but definitely, today I am able to help though to a limited level.
It’s not just about my struggles or the prayers and love of my family. It has been about very many people who have believed in me; people who have invested their love, money and given me acceptance.
My second mom, Kyambi Kavali who paid my form one school fees, my high school Principal Mr. Wasike, My Business Education teacher Ms. Caroline, My friends who took me in their cribs when I had nowhere to go to or guys who pick me when I am to be rushed to hospital or the guy that drops me a facebook inbox saying I love your work.

Q. How were you as a teenager?

(Laughing), just like any other teenager, rebellious a times, obnoxious sometimes. I struggled with all challenges that face any teenager. I was never a perfect kid.

Q. Or should I ask, would you like your son to be like you?

I would like my son to be himself. If I said yes, I would be imagining that I am anything close to being perfect, if I said no, I would saying I am too ill to wish my son to be like me. I hope they can be themselves.

Q. People think you are very stern and rigid?

That is before perhaps you know me better. I think I am an easy person. In fact, some of my friends cannot understand how people take me seriously. You remember Rose telling you, she knows more of the comedian in me than the serious person?
I think I balance out, my public moments come with the restraint required, and my private moments are also relaxed.

Q. What is it about you that people do not know?

Quite much, I never take a cold shower for example. I have an allergy whenever I take a cold shower (laughs out loud.) And the other thing is that I am very particular about my food.

(On that food note, let’s close this chapter. One of his closest Friends, Emmanuel vows one thing, he cannot cook anything except coffee for Lone Felix. The boy is actually a good cook.)

Esther Mwangi is a student of Economics in Kenyatta University and heads the Communication team at #ReadyforLoneFelix Secretariat. You can reach her on 0724 248 939

The Burden of being Responsible

Well, that is a contradiction with what we imagine. We all hope to be light and free. And cruise the world with ease. We all want to laugh, and smile and be happyleader

Responsibility is a decent word. In fact, when one says you are responsible, it an admirable compliment, is it not?

But bearing responsibility has its own rules. That you are aware, that you make decisions that affect beyond you. That when you are right, those you benefit will smile, but when wrong, you carry the blame.

That said, responsibility is what brings the weight that gives life its true meaning. Knowing that you have to worry beyond you, that you have to influence, think beyond you, and that your failure affects others who look up to you.

Milan Kundera, in his book, The Unbearable Lightness of Being, says in life, the heavier the burden you carry, the more fulfilling life becomes.

Well, that is a contradiction with what we imagine. We all hope to be light and free. And cruise the world with ease. We all want to laugh, and smile and be happy.

Well, I took a thought at it. And it dawned on me, that perhaps the deepest and truest of the smile and laughter is one that comes from the heaviest of the burdens.

When your smile was born from knowing that another one person smiled before you, when your glow in life comes from seeing other faces lit. When that happens, you know that, you carried a burden to lighten others, and in the end created your own light.

Responsibility will be more often about sacrifice, and not privilege, but if you find privilege in sacrificing, then you have the purity of life.

Have a reflective day friends.


As a man, I wake up, all soaked up in my dreams and ambitions, weighed down by the reality that it will never be easy, but assured, that whenever I try, and persist, and pray, it happens.

As a man, I get hurt, when your sacrifices are mistaken, or held in spite, or doubted or wholly taken for granted. But in a way I gather courage, to forgive, accept and do what I believe is good,

As a man, I am aware, that I will always have imperfections, but I am always aware, that it is my obligation to keep fighting, so that my own weaknesses are not passed on to affect other people’s lives.

As a man, I know that I have to keep struggling, I have stopped praying that God level’s the terrain of my life, I pray that he gives me grace to go through whatever terrain I find myself in. For life, can never be complete without the opposites. Tears and laughter, laughter & misery, abundance and lack, and somehow, for I have to live, I have to face them.

Fulfilling day Friends.

Hold on some More

So many times I wake up in life, pressed with my unfulfilled wishes and aspirations. Pressed with unrealized desires and imperfections. Many a times, I wake up when tears are the most logical thing, or self pity or even giving up.

But yet still, whenever I see the promise of a new day, I understand then, that its an opportunity to try again, to hold on a while longer, to scale the cliff just some more.

I am always reminded by nature, that the most calm time is a minute after the storm and so the time when I should hope most is the time when desperation is at its peak.

I am reminded, that light is very appealing to the eye, when you have been unwillingly confined in darkness, that laughter is sweeter to the soul, when you have known tears.

Sometimes, what we face, the deserts we go through, is a way of preparing us to appreciate God’s abundance when it happens.

Blessed day Friends.


The world is sometimes frustrating. When we need our strength most, time offers us weakness, when we need good health, season offers us illness. It reaches a time, when our prayers bounce off the skies, when our sincerest of all wishes fail to pass.
Why would it appear that the best things in life fail or come to an end rather quickly? Why would it be that the clearest of our dreams get blurred in the uncertainties of this world?

I would like you to take time and imagine this world. A world where there are no tears. A world where we wake up to a morning symphony of joyous laughter as opposed to the hues of desperation we are accustomed to. A morning where the sun breaks in abundance and we have no reason to go and seek daily provisions. Where our wishes come to be in a click of a moment. A morning where I would become a lawyer without dragging my tired body through the intricacies of books, where if a cancer is detected in my brain it melts away at my wish. Imagine this. To me, this would be a fathomless desert.

There would be no event in life, no substance of struggle, no taste of a sweat, no feeling of a Victory. The world would be an unadventurous trail of tradition, where there are no ills to surmount or no hills to overcome. It would be a plain, with no fears and an no anxieties.

These dark aspects of life shape its substance. When you wake up and your computer fails, and you have to format all the data you cherish, and reinstall an operating system, the data is lost, but you achieve one thing, the Knowledge that even if my computer fails, I can still live on. If you visit your doctor for a routine Check, and he tells you he has seen a dent on your heart, your fears of losing a life abound, but you achieve to realize one thing, that even with a dent on your heart, the sun does not fail to rise.

If you wake up, and the country’s leadership is in a mess, and you think your state is the worst in the world, time is but offering you a chance to be the change you want. Life makes the glory of light less obvious, because unless we meet darkness, we risk taking light for granted. Life affords us tears because it is when our eyes are dried, that we appreciate the comfort of love, joy and peace.

We are afforded trials, because surmounting a trial sweetens Victory. Nowhere in the world, has calm resided with profoundness than in the ports of storms. I mean we understand the peculiarity of calm when we have faced storms. We appreciate the value of shelter when we get drenched in the rains of trouble.

God in his greatness has given you the gift of autonomous thinking, this only means, that holding our thoughts in liberty is the most sacred Act of worship we can give the heavens. And in his graciousness, He allows you to create yourself with your thoughts. Even if circumstances chain you, liberate your mind; behold success and success you will become. When you are chained by fears of uncertainty, liberate your conscience and allow it to take strength in conviction. Be brave and pursue your desires, through the fears of failure and the impediments of lack. The Glory of success is amplified by how difficult it was to reach it.