Thuita's Doctrine® - Reflections of a Young Man™

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Thuita's Doctrine®

This is the Enola Gay plane dropping the atom bomb on Hiroshima, Japan in 1945. Thuita's Doctrine® is about a possible virtuous use of the atom bomb to save the human civilization from extinction. I have extracted the photo above with permission from

Yahoo, it's Christmas Day! For me, I have always loved this day since I was a young boy because I get to feast on sumptuous dishes and drink lots of juice. But as I get older and wiser, I am also celebrating this day because it commemorates the birth of Jesus Christ, my best friend in whom are hidden all knowledge and wisdom.

As I prepared to usher this special day yesterday, I thought about the atom bomb and its possible potential to save the human civilization from extinction. Are you ready to hear my idea? Okay... On your mark... Get set... Read!

The creation of the atom bomb was first thought possible by a team of scientists that included the great particle physicist Albert Einstein. In a letter written in 1939, Einstein advised Franklin Roosevelt, the then President of the United States, that the American government set aside funds to construct the bomb. Mark you, 1939 was one of those years preceding World War 2 during which enemy nations were rising against the United States, like Japan which in 1941 bombed the Pearl Harbour in the US State of Hawaii.

Roosevelt acceded to Einstein's request and in a short time, funds were set aside for the construction of the potentially lethal bomb. And in a few years, the created atom bombs were secretly tested which proved to be as lethal as Einstein had predicted.

And you know what? In 1945 when Japan continued being a pain in the [insert body part here] to the United States during World War 2, Harry Truman, the then President of the United States who had succeeded Roosevelt, ordered two atom bombs to be dropped in Japan. The effect of the bombs were so devastating that Japan quickly surrendered. And that ended World War 2.

It's interesting to note that Albert Einstein, who masterminded the construction of the atom bomb, had fled Germany, another enemy nation of the United States during World War 2, in the 1930s to avoid the injustices that were meted out to the Jews by the barbaric Nazi regime headed by Adolf Hitler. The escape of Einstein from Germany turned out to be a big blessing in disguise because had he stayed in Germany, he would have assisted the barbaric Nazi regime in creating the first atom bomb which would have made the world take an unfair dangerous turning point. God be thanked that it is the just and fair American government, with its tenets of liberty and justice for all, that first created the atom bomb.

The United States was lucky to have been the only nation in 1945 with the intelligence and resources to create an atom bomb. So when it dropped the lethal bombs on Japan that year, no opposing nation could counter the aggression.

But today, things have changed because every major power has an arsenal of atom bombs. Like the Soviet Union constructed an even more lethal Hydrogen bomb a few years after the end of World War 2. So if Washington decides to drop an atom bomb in Moscow now, ten minutes later, Chicago and New York will be annihilated. It's now not an issue of dropping the atom on somebody; it's now an issue of dropping the atom bomb on everybody.

I think that's why in 1949, Albert Einstein quipped, "I do not know with what weapons World War 3 will be fought but World War 4 will be fought with sticks and stones." Of course Einstein's point, I think, was that World War 3 would involve the use of advanced atom bombs that would wipe out all civilized men on Earth, sparing only bushmen in remote areas who would use sticks and stones in World War 4.

With gratitude and profound respect, I salute all the world leaders since the end of World War 2 who laboured wisely and diligently to prevent the occurrence of another world war which would have led to a nuclear holocaust. Leaders like John F. Kennedy, Ronald Reagan, Colin Powell and Mikhail Gorbachev.

The atom bomb is lethal for shizzle. That's why I have listed it as one of the scientific marvels on the side bar of this website. Once you are through with reading this story, I advise you to go through the side-bar of this lovely website of mine, which I modified two days ago, to see the full list of scientific marvels together with other amazing facts and words of wisdom.

Coming back to the issue of the atom bomb, I remembered yesterday reading in an old international news magazine (either Time or Newsweek), when I was in Fourth Form at Starehe Boys' Centre, of a massive celestial body that bombarded Jupiter circa 1994. Scientists estimate that the impact didn't affect Jupiter that much because the planet is gigantic but if the same celestial body had bombarded the Earth, which is far too smaller than Jupiter, it's effect on our grand and beautiful planet would have been so catastrophic that it would probably have led to the extinction of some living species on Earth.

I therefore thought to myself, "How about using the atom bomb to prevent such a catastrophe?" And from that question, I came up with what I call the Thuita's Doctrine® which states as follows:
The international community should team up to create seven extremely lethal atom bombs that should be rocketed to the international space station in readiness to dismantle into dust any massive celestial body that might be detected to be on its way to bombard the Earth.[1]
That Thuita's Doctrine® could save the human civilization from the extinction that befell on dinosaurs which some scientists propound was caused by a huge meteorite that struck the Earth during the Mesozoic Era. So the atom bombs, which after World War 2 worried some world leaders that they could end the human civilization, could actually save it from extinction. See?

I have shared this Thuita's Doctrine® with the White House as well as with the National Aeronautics & Space Administration (NASA). If my doctrine succeeds in stimulating a lively discussion on that possible virtuous use of the atom bomb, I shall be satisfied. If it leads, however, to the salvation of human civilization from extinction even 1000 years from now, I shall be greatly rewarded. Merry Christmas!


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High School Memories

These are some of my classmates in my high school stream at Starehe Boys' Centre, The Mighty 4F, playing football during a PE lesson. Those football matches strengthened a spirit of brotherhood and liveliness among us that I have treasured over the years.

Bear with me once again, if you will, as I recount on yet other wonderful memories I had at Starehe Boys' Centre. As I have said before, I am just developing a hobby of reflecting on my bygone days, both the heart-warming as well as the buttock-clenching ones, with the aim of either gleaning valuable lessons or enjoying my life again. And that hobby, which is turning out to be more refreshing that watching a wacky movie, is inspiring me to live an honourable life while still a youth so that I can get to enjoy it again when I grow old physically through beautiful memories.

And for today, I will narrate the encounters I had in my high school stream at Starehe Boys' Centre, that's 4F Class of '05. We like calling ourselves The Mighty 4F.

Sometime when I was in Form 2 in 2003, I switched my classroom sitting position so that I could become a desk-mate of Martin Wamoni - a bright and a handsome classmate who challenged me to be a better student academically as I continually strived to beat him in examinations. At one time in second term that year, Wamoni together with two classmates behind me (Lawrence Sikuku & Kevin Maina) started to criticize me for having a layer of dirt behind my ears.

Back then, I didn't understand why I was dirty as my classmates put it because I used to shower everyday. Recently, I have been thinking the dirt behind my ears resulted from playing volleyball on a dusty court that was later tarmacked, I think in 2006, thanks to persistent follow-up by my volleyball team-mate named Obadiah Mwangi.

Anyway, coming back to that time in 2003 when my classmates accused me of being a dirty ratbag, Kevin Maina stretched my hand during one lesson and started scrawling some stuff on it with a biro. It felt nice to have the biro massage my hand, so I let him do it.

Guess what? The following day, Kevin Maina stretched my hand again only to see the scrawling he had drawn the previous day on it was still visible which made him to tease me, "This Thuita doesn't shower properly!"

Haiya! I hadn't realized that Kevin Maina's motive for scrawling on my hand was to test whether I showered effectively. But thanks to him, I began to be more thorough in scrubbing my body during shower-time, a habit I have renewed in the past two months, and which I will strive to maintain in each day of the rest of my life, God-willing.

That time we were in Form 2, we chanced to have been taught Geography by a soft-spoken humble lady whose name I have forgotten. All I recall was that she was the wife of Mr. Juma, another teacher at Starehe back then. So let me call her Mrs. Juma.

One Friday afternoon, Mrs. Juma happened to have been teaching us on the last lesson of the day. As she was moving out of the classroom after she was through with her lesson, she told us, "Do have a wonderful weekend."

Seated on a desk near the front of the classroom, I shouted back, "And you too teacher. Rest in peace."

Mrs. Juma turned to look at me, and she was like, "What the hell?"

Then when I was in Form 4 in 2005, a classmate of mine named Mwiti Makathimo accused me twice of having bad breath. Again, I didn't understand why Mwiti smelled bad breath in me because I used to brush my teeth every morning after breakfast. But at least he made me more disciplined in brushing my teeth, a habit I have maintained to this day.

Like for the past two years, I have missed showering on some days but I have not skipped using a toothbrush no matter how exhausted I have felt. I will keep up that habit in each day of the rest of my life, God-willing, not only to avoid the toothaches that I have heard some of my friends complain bitterly about but also not to discourage my future wife from kissing me. Oh, how I thank Mwiti for pointing out my bad breath back in those days!

By the way, that time I was in Form 4 in 2005, I developed an interest in reading Time and Newsweek international news magazines which my father used to buy for us at home. One afternoon, Mwiti spotted me carrying one of those magazines. He asked me to let me have it. I obliged. He looked at its cover page, then perused through it while asking, "Are there pictures of some beautiful women in this magazine?" When he realized there weren't any, he gave it back to me. I am not sure if Mwiti recalls that incidence but I do.

Yes, I have some wonderful memories that I had with my classmates in the Mighty 4F which continued even after we parted when our high school days ended in November 2005. Let me give you just one more example. Only one.

Sometime in 2011, I disclosed to my 4F classmates in a Facebook group I had created that I was feeling emotionally disturbed. Then Muthusi Muoma suggested that I needed "chemotherapeutical trivilis".

I didn't know what "chemotherapeutical trivilis" means, so I decided to request Muthusi to expound on its meaning. But to show him that I also know some hard English, I told him to "abjure sesquipedalian obfuscatory argot". To his credit, he took my comment in good humour.

My friend, that's the end of my true story, and I have had a nice time telling it. Thanks for bearing with me.


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An Enlightening Rendezvous

The young black man about to slice a cake together with a seemingly beautiful blonde is Josh Komoth, a schoolmate of mine at Starehe Boys' Centre who I shall talk about in the story below. I have displayed the photo here with his permission.

As you might probably know, I used to run a blog I called Polly. A former schoolmate of mine at Starehe Boys' Centre named Josh Komoth, who was a year behind me, was so impressed with the quality of writing in the blog that he asked me to meet him for a talk. At first, I thought he wanted to unload his problems on me, so I told him I couldn't commute to Nairobi. But alas! He offered to visit me in my beloved home-town of Kiserian. I had no choice but to tell him he was welcome to visit me.

He visited me on a crispy morning in 2015 on a date I have forgotten. But I remember Kiserian was muddy that day. It was Josh Komoth's first visit to my home-town, so he kept asking me whether he was in the right direction as he came to Kiserian. What impressed me most about Josh Komoth was that he didn't keep me waiting. He was punctual.

And alas! He was actually driving himself in a black hatchback. So it seemed he was actually more blessed than I was yet I had thought he wanted to unload his problems on me.

Because Josh Komoth was new to Kiserian, I showed him where to park his car and even advised him to close its windows just in case a blithering lunkhead peeked into his car in search of sleek gizmos. Then I took him to a cafe owned by my friend Lincoln Kivuti. And I was pleasantly warmed when Josh Komoth asked me to order any meal which he would pay. We both ordered a cup of tea and a chapatti. Then we commenced with our talk.

He first began by extolling the brilliant articles I used to post on my Polly blog. I thanked him but I apprised him that I had challenge of converting that brilliance, or rather knowledge, to power because, as I confided in him, I was still struggling with guilt, hatred, boredom, oversleeping and sometimes fear of people.

Then Josh Komoth chimed in, "Those are the kind of challenges that drive young people to alcoholism and drug abuse." I agreed, then swiftly added, "And prostitution!"

Back then, I didn't disclose to Josh Komoth that the articles in my Polly blog which he perceived as brilliant were actually full of lies, exaggeration and plagiarism. And it came to dawn on me that was actually the reason I was a Walter Mitty because since I started penning genuine stores that are truthful and original when I re-branded my blog to what it looks now, the quality of my life has improved significantly. Like for the past one month, I have successfully managed to wake up before dawn every day and I haven't been bored. I will strive to sustain the momentum for the rest of my life through God's amazing grace.

By the way, Walter Mitty is the main character in James Thurber's story, The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, who tries to portray his life as full of excitement and adventure when it is in fact ordinary. I suspect some of my friends on Facebook are Walter Mitties in that they try to show off in their Facebook posts of how exciting their lives are when in fact their lives are rife with strife and other vices.

Coming back to my rendezvous with Josh Komoth, I mentioned to him that I had learnt he worked with the Australian Embassy. When he told me it was indeed true, I asked him whether he had ever been to Australia. He said yes. Then I asked him whether he had been to any other country.

"Yes!" he blurted out, " I have been to Austria."

I suspect Josh Komoth thought I didn't know there is Austria and there is Australia. So when he told me he had been to Austria, I asked him, "That's Vienna?" He said yes.

Actually, I have known Austria since I was a young boy because my piano mentor, Prof. Charles Nyamiti, used to speak so highly of Vienna, the capital city of Austria, where the greatest classical music composers like Mozart and Beethoven spent much of their time. I will be very unhappy on my deathbed if I will not have visited Vienna in my life.

Again coming back to my rendezvous with Josh Komoth, he asked me that day whether I drew any inspiration from Che Guevara. As widely read as I consider myself to be, I have to admit that was the first time I was hearing of Che Guevara. I confessed to Josh Komoth that I didn't know who Che Guevara was but I noted the hero's name so that I could read about him later.

And later that day, I learnt from Wikipedia that Che Guevara was an Argentine revolutionary who loved the If Poem like I do. But unlike me, he was a staunch communist who was eventually murdered. Some pundits propound he was assassinated by the CIA which I think is because the United States government wanted to adhere to the Munroe Doctrine - a policy that says a foreign power that tries to interfere with the affairs of any nation in the Americas is also considered a threat to the United States.

Yet again coming back to my rendezvous with Josh Komoth, I remembered that day we met that Josh Komoth once broke his leg when he was a Third-former at Starehe Boys' Centre. That caused some complications as I will explain.

Starehe Boys' Centre is made up of two schools. There is the old school where students' dormitories are located as well as the school chapel, the dining hall and the assembly hall. And then there is the new school where most classrooms and laboratories are located as well as the swimming pool and the playing fields. Those two schools are separated by a highway called Gen. Waruinge Street. Starehe has a strict policy that all students, even the most senior prefect in the school, have to use a footbridge when crossing Gen. Waruinge Street as they move from old school to new school and back.

When Josh Komoth broke his leg, he couldn't use the footbridge. The school administration then instructed one of the school drivers to be ferrying Josh Komoth in the school van from old school to new school and back. And I observed that the school driver used to punctually pick Josh Komoth at lunch time. That the school administration cared about the welfare of Josh Komoth who was just an ordinary student without any high-ranking leadership position spoke volumes of how great a school Starehe Boys' Centre was. Thumbs up to the late Dr. Geoffrey Griffin, the then school director.

That day I rendezvoused with Josh Komoth in Kiserian, I reminded him about the leg injury, to which he reeled off, "Oh, that time I broke my metatarsal?"

"Eish!" I exclaimed, "Metatarsal - your word power is strong."

By the way, when I became friends with Josh Komoth on Facebook, I didn't know who he was because I think I used to know him as Joshua during our Starehe years. It's not until I saw his Facebook profile picture that I was able to connect the dots and realize he was the Joshua I used to see getting ferried in a school van.

And I have always wondered why he calls himself Josh Komoth on Facebook because that name sounds very European. If Josh Komoth happens to discover the cure for HIV/AIDS, a person reading about him for the first time on New York Times would be forgiven if he thought Josh Komoth was from Sweden. If I happen to rendezvous with Josh Komoth again, I will suggest to him that he calls himself another name that sounds truly African. A name like Tolulope Lodung'a Akeem. I am just kidding.


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