There are keepers. I don’t mean the Moi University house keeper. I attest to that from experience. Keepers are loyal, trustworthy, passionate and willing to fight for us. They don’t seek attention but deserve attention and they are not of low self-esteem but confident. They are patient upfront and are not into sending mixed signals or playing games. The keepers communicate well, can be tough on us at times but that’s only because their best interest is at heart, a giving soul and willing to make sacrifices. At the end of the day, they simply want to be understood, respected and most of all loved We need to acknowledge these keepers. They are our greatest friends. They do care a lot about our actions, deeds, health and our concerns and so on; the list is endless. These keepers do
come like guardian angles to our live. That is always there for us if not with us. They know how we act talk and even behave. Take for instance I have my keeper, whenever we communicate he quickly realizes when things are not right with me. He would say “……I am happy Joy but I have a feeling you are not happy.” This is the time you know that someone knows more than what you are. These keepers come to us as friends, parents, siblings and at times even strangers (good Samaritans). They are part of our lives in one way or another and we come  to see them as family.

Red equals valentines and many of us are doing a count down. At this time, keepers can chip in to make our days look brighter-maybe through sharing what they have with us, make our dull days brighter and even soften our hearts from the pains we are going through and restore smiles on our faces. They are the people who will encourage you and at times make the story of your life be the talk of the day. They make you even feel that your haters love you. This leads me to this story my keeper once told me, “Once a junior school teacher asked her students to  bring some potatoes in a plastic bag to school. Each potato would be given a name of the person whom that child hates. On the decided day, the children brought their potatoes well addressed. Some had two; three and some had even five potatoes. The teacher said they have to carry the potatoes with them everywhere they went for a week. As the days passed the children started to complain about the smell of spoilt potatoes. Students who had many potatoes
complained it was very heavy to carry.
The teacher asked,
“How did you feel this week? “The children complained of smell and heavy weight of the potatoes.
The teacher said,
“This is very similar to what you carry in your heart when you don’t like some people. Hatred makes your heart heavy and you carry that hatred everywhere. If you can’t bear the smell of spoilt potatoes for a week imagine the impact on your heart that you carry throughout your life.”
The heart is a beautiful garden that needs regular cleaning of unwanted weeds. Forgive those who have angered you. This makes room for storing good things. Let it off your chest those were the words of my keeper.By: JOYLINE CHEPCHIRCHIR, a communication and journalism student, Moi University.



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