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Okay, call it 'boy meets world', but I will not be embarrassed. We got to Ushaka, and the entry charges were 150Rands per adult. We got in, and started by 
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I am one person I believe people have taken advantage of, in all fronts. I cannot pretend to be the saint here for I also think, know, I have done the same too. But that is a story for another day.
I have been accused of many things, but nothing ever came close to 
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Libya's Gaddafi was finally captured, but unfortunately killed in a barbaric way. He will never be brought to justice for the ills he did against his own people. I agree that he did alot of positive for Libya, but unfortunately the bad he did seem to have over-shadowed his gains. You can 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/V2qM0lVR29XrUEZd-nSBAx17GY8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/V2qM0lVR29XrUEZd-nSBAx17GY8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ConfusedYoungLad/~4/IBPU_aTVBKU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://reddingss.blogspot.com/2011/10/while-i-was-away.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cGQX85cCp7ImA9WhdbFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745782637637954205.post-11297975653044269</id><published>2011-10-11T16:15:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T18:17:00.128+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-13T18:17:00.128+03:00</app:edited><title>My 'white' girlfriend, unmasked</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reddingss.blogspot.com/feeds/11297975653044269/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745782637637954205&amp;postID=11297975653044269" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745782637637954205/posts/default/11297975653044269?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745782637637954205/posts/default/11297975653044269?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ConfusedYoungLad/~3/LkiKEMGwZRw/my-white-girlfriend-unmasked.html" title="My 'white' girlfriend, unmasked" /><author><name>Reddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00999149796135168431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>Nairobi, Kenya</georss:featurename><georss:point>-1.2833333 36.81666670000004</georss:point><georss:box>-1.4233928 36.61468920000004 -1.1432738 37.01864420000004</georss:box><content type="html">Yes, you read the blog title well enough. My white girlfriend unmasked. There are tonnes and tonnes of things to write about, I'm actually even confused on where to start.
Here goes.
Previously, I wrote something almost in the same regard to my title subject.
Anyway, here goes:
My white girlfriend just happens to be American. Light skin, hair so light it gets blown by the wind (and easy to run 
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Sometime last week, I was informed at my workplace that I will be heading to a different sub-department. Not temporarily as had been the tradition, rather, permanently. I have to say and admit that I don’t really take changes as positively. For the new section where I was bound for, did something totally different to what I had been accustomed to. But, anyways, given that there was nothing we 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/30jbBmr2F8b_1OIHXznEqG1_EXM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/30jbBmr2F8b_1OIHXznEqG1_EXM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ConfusedYoungLad/~4/JJ9QP-aApNo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://reddingss.blogspot.com/2011/10/changes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcCR3gzeip7ImA9WhdUEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745782637637954205.post-7047553391766465471</id><published>2011-09-26T18:15:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T18:17:46.682+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-28T18:17:46.682+03:00</app:edited><title>Zanzibari memoirs</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reddingss.blogspot.com/feeds/7047553391766465471/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745782637637954205&amp;postID=7047553391766465471" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745782637637954205/posts/default/7047553391766465471?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745782637637954205/posts/default/7047553391766465471?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ConfusedYoungLad/~3/Rwssv_-8udI/zanzibari-memoirs.html" title="Zanzibari memoirs" /><author><name>Reddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00999149796135168431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>Stone Town, Zanzibar Town, Tanzania</georss:featurename><georss:point>-6.162222 39.19207349999999</georss:point><georss:box>-6.1703225 39.18447199999999 -6.1541215 39.19967499999999</georss:box><content type="html">Last week Monday I went to the zanzibar archipelago, courtesy of two important people. Zanzibar is a beautiful island. With a populace of about one million people, the economy is largely driven by the tourism industry. Such a waste of a beautiful isle, I’d say.Zanzibar depends on mainland Tanzania for all of its supplies. Okay, depends on about 90% of supplies from the mainland. Be it rice, maize
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PA6mU60nUWxPX9iDFpecoZMBnyE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PA6mU60nUWxPX9iDFpecoZMBnyE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ConfusedYoungLad/~4/Rwssv_-8udI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://reddingss.blogspot.com/2011/09/zanzibari-memoirs.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08ERHg_fyp7ImA9WhdVFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745782637637954205.post-7328060858961725918</id><published>2011-09-20T20:41:00.019+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T16:30:05.647+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-21T16:30:05.647+03:00</app:edited><title>Zanzibar</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reddingss.blogspot.com/feeds/7328060858961725918/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745782637637954205&amp;postID=7328060858961725918" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745782637637954205/posts/default/7328060858961725918?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745782637637954205/posts/default/7328060858961725918?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ConfusedYoungLad/~3/9sqZjvBxZdw/zanzibar.html" title="Zanzibar" /><author><name>Reddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00999149796135168431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>Zanzibar Town, Tanzania</georss:featurename><georss:point>-6.160640166732205 39.19585417968756</georss:point><georss:box>-6.246297166732205 39.15570167968756 -6.0749831667322045 39.236006679687556</georss:box><content type="html">Zanzibar is a semi autonomous region of Tanzania. it is an archipelago of about 20 islands, with the main one being Unguja (Zanzibar). It comprises of about 20 small islands, with Unguja (Zanzibar) being the largest, and the main one.
We flew in on Monday morning. Our flight was to depart from JKIA at 9.30am, and given that by all means it was an international flight, we had to be in the airport 
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I got to his house Saturday afternoon, and 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EGTlvloftT-AWLTovetynjTcV7Q/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EGTlvloftT-AWLTovetynjTcV7Q/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ConfusedYoungLad/~4/qah3Z2dUoYA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://reddingss.blogspot.com/2011/09/changing-times.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YHR3k5fyp7ImA9WhdXFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745782637637954205.post-2280493467280422449</id><published>2011-08-30T13:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T13:12:16.727+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-30T13:12:16.727+03:00</app:edited><title>Changing Lives, all in a day's work</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reddingss.blogspot.com/feeds/2280493467280422449/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745782637637954205&amp;postID=2280493467280422449" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745782637637954205/posts/default/2280493467280422449?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745782637637954205/posts/default/2280493467280422449?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ConfusedYoungLad/~3/-0Krs-jCLHs/changing-lives-all-in-days-work.html" title="Changing Lives, all in a day's work" /><author><name>Reddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00999149796135168431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>Nairobi, Kenya</georss:featurename><georss:point>-1.2675115202785217 36.76244979858393</georss:point><georss:box>-1.2826240202785217 36.751393798583926 -1.2523990202785216 36.77350579858393</georss:box><content type="html">My line of study is Information and Technology. My place of work deals solely in resettling refugees to the U.S. I am happy with where I'm working, mainly for the sole reason that I am part of a team that helps refugees emigrate from their home countries where they are persecuted for various reasons.Today, I went to speak with a certain refugee who had come to our offices. A young lady of 21 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cvzYAcq00LyDhkYFm2eBFtFZHDc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cvzYAcq00LyDhkYFm2eBFtFZHDc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ConfusedYoungLad/~4/-0Krs-jCLHs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://reddingss.blogspot.com/2011/08/changing-lives-all-in-days-work.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMHR3kyeyp7ImA9WhdXFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745782637637954205.post-8148785375779314464</id><published>2011-08-29T16:00:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T08:00:36.793+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-30T08:00:36.793+03:00</app:edited><title>Abandoned bundles of joy</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reddingss.blogspot.com/feeds/8148785375779314464/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745782637637954205&amp;postID=8148785375779314464" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745782637637954205/posts/default/8148785375779314464?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745782637637954205/posts/default/8148785375779314464?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ConfusedYoungLad/~3/13uFuuvPYsI/abandoned-bundles-of-joy.html" title="Abandoned bundles of joy" /><author><name>Reddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00999149796135168431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Osv8b8YQ5NA/TlxuTDI18vI/AAAAAAAAANE/9W1SNkaWyyE/s72-c/IMG_4203.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>Zimmerman, Githurai, Kenya</georss:featurename><georss:point>-1.20967594122268 36.89731450781255</georss:point><georss:box>-1.21767444122268 36.886335007812555 -1.20167744122268 36.90829400781255</georss:box><content type="html">The neighborhood of Githurai is known for very many things. High levels of insecurity, filthy buildings, raw sewage spilling round buildings. Most prostitutes are known to reside in this neighborhood.Despite all the negative outlook about Githurai, there is a haven of hope for destitute children. Barely a ten minute walk off Kamiti Road, is a home for destitute children, Open Hand Children's Home
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/t3PFiI0_Oi7TPEbXrorzMJFTD2Y/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/t3PFiI0_Oi7TPEbXrorzMJFTD2Y/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ConfusedYoungLad/~4/13uFuuvPYsI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://reddingss.blogspot.com/2011/08/abandoned-bundles-of-joy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUNSXs8fCp7ImA9WhdXE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745782637637954205.post-5668742424640035418</id><published>2011-08-26T13:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T13:58:18.574+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-26T13:58:18.574+03:00</app:edited><title>At the hands of city council askaris</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reddingss.blogspot.com/feeds/5668742424640035418/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745782637637954205&amp;postID=5668742424640035418" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745782637637954205/posts/default/5668742424640035418?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745782637637954205/posts/default/5668742424640035418?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ConfusedYoungLad/~3/UkM7oEMQTTg/at-hands-of-city-council-askaris.html" title="At the hands of city council askaris" /><author><name>Reddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00999149796135168431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">It so happened that this morning I got arrested by the City Council of Nairobi askaris right after I had gotten into a matatu in town en route to Westlands. All the passengers in the matatu were arrested. We were made to get off, and into the council van, where we were packed like chewing gum in packets. I remember for the whole ride towards City Hall that someone sat on my knees, yes, knees, for
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I took a motor bike ride on 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BLu43cGNq3l7Ed-FNKQkPP160GY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BLu43cGNq3l7Ed-FNKQkPP160GY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ConfusedYoungLad/~4/r9-5uIA74VY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://reddingss.blogspot.com/2011/08/shoe-on-other-foot.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cHRXw7eip7ImA9WhdRFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745782637637954205.post-5019600060735932385</id><published>2011-08-05T12:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T12:03:54.202+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-05T12:03:54.202+03:00</app:edited><title>My 5 Links.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reddingss.blogspot.com/feeds/5019600060735932385/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745782637637954205&amp;postID=5019600060735932385" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745782637637954205/posts/default/5019600060735932385?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745782637637954205/posts/default/5019600060735932385?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ConfusedYoungLad/~3/oZdi3Tp0mB8/my-5-links.html" title="My 5 Links." /><author><name>Reddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00999149796135168431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Let me start by a disclaimer. Me copy pasting ideas from blogs doesn't necessarily mean am short of things to write about. I just find the ideas interesting in the sense they make fellow bloggers have an insight on how others are :).

My most popular post: My most popular post, going by the traffic it created, was Murder Most Painful. It had so many page views, but no comment, :).
Post that I’m 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OyCPVaOasnT1GA8PuqrRtFSopvU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OyCPVaOasnT1GA8PuqrRtFSopvU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ConfusedYoungLad/~4/oZdi3Tp0mB8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://reddingss.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-5-links.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MHQ384eCp7ImA9WhdSGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745782637637954205.post-5038194446825212797</id><published>2011-07-28T12:35:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T03:30:32.130+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-29T03:30:32.130+03:00</app:edited><title>Tagged! 7 Things About Me</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reddingss.blogspot.com/feeds/5038194446825212797/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745782637637954205&amp;postID=5038194446825212797" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745782637637954205/posts/default/5038194446825212797?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745782637637954205/posts/default/5038194446825212797?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ConfusedYoungLad/~3/GX5R_CMWkvM/tagged-7-things-about-me.html" title="Tagged! 7 Things About Me" /><author><name>Reddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00999149796135168431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">I wanna try tag some things about me. Borrowed heavily from a blog :).

- I had an accident last year on August 3rd, got two fractures on my jaw. Only one fracture was fixed, the other one left intact as getting even close to it would have damaged my nerves.
- I love singing and dancing, I always think to myself that I can dance as good as Usher does, but hey, I'm not that good, and I'm not that 
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Many a times, people do get caught in different kinds of webs.
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Who would actually have known that there are places in Nairobi where you pay 30shillings for a night. Not for fun, not for a substitute of a home, but to actually have a roof over your head. There are people who don't have homes, and for them, even to get the 30/= to guarantee a 
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However, cheating in relationships seems to be the order of the day. Why do people actually cheat on their partners, spouses,
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The trip down to the coast was smooth, save for a close brush when the bus driver had to brake and swerve to avoid running over a leopard. I was kinda scared though, no doubt about that. We
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on saturday evening my better half and i had been invited over by our mutual pals to go and sample Malian food for dinner. initially, i was of the idea, its a saturday night, why do we need to go that late, given that we were to go dancing later on..:). but
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jP3wvpgGyBThap6VdBQ9iZ37Nvw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jP3wvpgGyBThap6VdBQ9iZ37Nvw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ConfusedYoungLad/~4/gj9L6hu7TFw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://reddingss.blogspot.com/2011/06/rants-and-raves.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMMSH87cSp7ImA9WhZUFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745782637637954205.post-3164405842155775537</id><published>2011-06-07T22:46:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T07:14:49.109+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-08T07:14:49.109+03:00</app:edited><title>in the line of fire</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reddingss.blogspot.com/feeds/3164405842155775537/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745782637637954205&amp;postID=3164405842155775537" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745782637637954205/posts/default/3164405842155775537?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745782637637954205/posts/default/3164405842155775537?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ConfusedYoungLad/~3/Zsmz_IN4EKQ/watching-prime-time-news-tonight-two.html" title="in the line of fire" /><author><name>Reddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00999149796135168431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">watching the prime time news tonight, two news items caught my interest.
KTN's investigative feature, named 'in the line of fire', was giving us a different feel of Kenya's police force. we are used to thinking and insinuating the coppers are all corrupt, trigger happy, inhuman. but this time round, it was a different ball game. some two reporters were doing a piece on crime, and they had 
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i got to town much earlier than usual, some few minutes to 6am. too early to head to the office, i decide on going to my private mail box to check if we got mail. who still sends letters, well, banks 
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While standing by the door, contemplating on where to have lunch, a colleague from our office joined us, saw it was full, and inquired from where we were to go and get 
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The main purpose of the pieces of papers was for us to draw, yes, draw, our dreams, motivators, fears  and mentors. Almost half of my colleagues said that
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five months now. it had been some while since we last met, and i accepted, 
at her request, that we meet and catch up. we had a lot to talk about, given 
that the last time we met was, roughly two-three months ago.
i like her alot for she is someone who will shoot straight from the hip. she 
believes in herself and
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