Skrybber

Hunger and Famine-The Remedy

2011-07-03T02:17:00.001-07:00

Going to bed on an empty stomach is a nightmare that many wouldn't stand. But believe it or not, thousands of Kenyans are used to it, and not just missing a meal, but going for days on an empty stomach. The President must be bored of always announcing that food insecurity is once more a national disaster. This is not the first or last time. Judging from the present happenings, in future, the situation is most likely to get worse-if certain measures are not addressed.

I'm fed up with the government always claiming to care; begging for food from foreign nations and international bodies-to feed its masses. Isn't it just shameful to beg when you have plenty of natural resources at your disposal? To put an end at this embarassing situation, certin issues need to be made clear to all.

First and foremost, farmers need to be educated on proper farming methods-soil management, land preparation, animal husbandry... What's all the fuss about growing maize and beans? Aren't there any more productive crops that farmers can invest in? I understand that some farmers hold back from diversying due to fear of loosing their crops to thieves.

"If you have what everyone else has, no one will think of stealing it." They argue.

Secondly, there is never a good and enough storage for the crops. Its ether the farmes harvest nothing and die of hunger or, reap it big and loose it due to poor storage and lack of market. Only then does the government take advantage of the situation and buy their products at a throw away price. I'm not trying to praise the past governemtns but, back then, even the poorest of peasant farmers had their own granaries.

Fencing one's property is as important. Now that we have our forests securely guarded and electric fenced, why shouldn't be our own personal property? Live fence for instance is easy to grow and requires less cash to buy, grow and maintain.

Consequently, nourishing your Agricultural knowledge on new technologies and practices is very rewarding. At the end of the day, you can learn of the best crop that suit your area, the right fertilisers to use... And in case you are worried of finding a market for your produce, let that not bother you. If the market place is saturated, why not get a tender to a supermarket, learning institutions or even export? You will be amazed that even the driest parts of the country like Ukambani and North Eastern have soils that can sustain various crops.

So, come next season, every farmer should have prepared and tilled their land appropriately, have constructed a granary, planted a fence, purchased the right fertilisers and seeds and be in the process of finding a good market for their produce.

Is it Time Kenya Legalized Suicide?

2011-05-27T03:27:00.000-07:00

If this mother attempts taking her life and that of her baby, should she also be prosecuted?

A few centuries back, acts of suicide were considered as a taboo in almost all parts of the world especially the African societies. In others like Nigeria, it’s considered as abomination of the highest degree. No law of the land allows an individual to voluntarily or involuntarily take their life. Still, I believe that in Kenya, an exemption need to be made. There would be a lot of justice in this country were suicide made legal.

Ever made a count of how many reported suicide cases you get to hear about on the news in a single week? Now, what about of those that you never get a chance to hear about? With or without the law, suicide is going nowhere.

I will never understand why a mere law has the power to force someone to be alive. What is there to live for anyway? To start with, every single child born automatically inherits a debt. Most probably, this is the reason the government wants to save as many lives as possible in order to help re-pay the incurred debts.

If you need to take away your life, make sure that it’s successful. If not, you will be arrested and sent behind bars for years; that’s a total waste of some precious years you would have spent building the nation. And if you think that the government rescued your life in exchange for a better one, you are very mistaken. At the end of the day, you will meet your death at the hands of the unjust and inhumane police, get run over by an over-speeding MPs car, die of hunger or through tribal clashes and violence.

Were suicide legal in this country, I believe our economy would be close to that of Brazil if not China. The government won’t have to keep on taking loans to feed us, sign treaties to guarantee us a better life or get funds to send us to school. Since there’s no law governing how we ought to procreate, then there shouldn’t be a law dictating on how we ought to meet our deaths.

Bringing the motion before Parliament is not easy I have to admit, but I believe that if Esther Murugi was called upon to help, she wouldn't decline.

KPLC Blamed for High Levels of Insecurity in the Country

2011-05-04T01:35:00.000-07:00

Other than becoming the person I am today, I wish that I had become a thief. There is no better and easier way of making ends meet than by ‘borrowing’ what you don’t have from those with excessively a lot.

Becoming a thief in Kenya is one easy task. Not just because you can bribe the cops to not act on any alarm, or even bribe your way out to freedom. The most significant contributing factor that has led to an increase in the so called insecurity is the KPLC.

There is a mystery between rain and sleep. If KPLC was genuine in serving its clients; then there would never be blackouts at night, especially when it’s raining. The rains have been on for over a month now, accompanied by thunderstorms and lighting. Thanks to KPLC, this is the time they feel that we need to retire to bed early hence turn off our lights upon the drop of the first rain drop.

It’s raining, there’s no power, its pitch dark outside, and the noise caused by rain makes it hard to hear the loudest noise. I have had countless people complain about robbery…blaming it all on the lazy government and the youths. Ever taken a second to pass over the blame to the real mastermind?

For the sake of your property, safety and better future; think and act wind and solar power.

Africa's Dictatorial Leadership

2011-04-29T03:39:00.000-07:00

Ever wondered why there are so many African dictators? Men who have continued to govern nations for decades; and it’s not because citizens vote them in; but instead use force and bribery to get in and remain there.

Dictatorship is most prominent in Africa…maybe because we were used to monarchies before the white man came. But I’ve come to learn that once you get hold of something, even if its not yours, with time, you start to claim its ownership and find it difficult letting it go.

The recently created administrative posts in Kenya for instance now call in for more old people in leadership. You thought that you could only have an old President or MP? Wait till you see more grey hair holding the Senator and Governor seats come 2012.

I have no beef against the senior generation; only that I believe they should get involved in advising the young leaders and not fighting for leadership posts. Why should you vote in for someone who went through a British curriculum, and even sat for an exam set and marked by the Cambridge University; the type that cannot even construct a grammatically correct Swahili sentence? To them, the Internet is a mystery, being a global village is a menace and giving way for young innovative minds is a risk that our ancestors would never be proud of. And forever we shall be; a backward nation.

Instead of these wiser guys sitting back, enjoying and having a good time with their grandchildren, they opt to live their last days on earth under stress. And when competitive and rival youth groups invade their rallies and create chaos, they get a heart attack or stoke. This is the time when your taxes come in; they use them to fly abroad and seek treatment in the best hospitals and hire the best of doctors. Now you see why there can never be development in nations governed by the elderly?

I realize that the main reason behind all of these problems is; lack of enough nursing homes… Here is the solution-build more nursing homes; and don’t vote for someone whose dreams are already outdated, unrealistic, or on the edge of dying.

Latest Kenya's List of Shame

2011-04-11T04:16:00.000-07:00

I watched the local media bring a live broadcast coverage from Hague; keeping us up to date on what’s happening to Kenya’s greatest criminals; Criminals who incited us to fight and kill each other all in the name of power. As people locked themselves up in houses and churches; the criminals were hiring private jets to fly their families out of the country: Men who believe in the power of dictatorship to get what they want at the expense of innocent citizens.

As we fasted and prayed for peace and reconciliation, they distributed coins to illiterate youths to torch our places of refuge; churches and schools. And after taking away five innocent lives each, the youth bring home a kilo of meat, unga and several bottles of beer. Is any amount of money worth a life?

Nine months down the line we have hundreds of thousands of nursing mothers in camps…bringing up a generation without an identity

Hundreds of young women died in the hands of abortionists, and will have to live with STIs for the rest of their lives; thousands of graves lie on the roads, at the market place and in water bodies:-it took weeks before we fetched clean water without blood stains…

With not an iota of shame, they are at it again-spreading hate and animosity…they will pay for airtime on Radios, Televisions and Newspapers to be featured; and help you prepare for the coming big fight. No, you don’t have to watch that nonsense anymore when millions are dying of famine, so many are still homeless, the youths are complaining of unemployment and women complaining of playing the role of a mother and father…

Its time to turn it off, turn them down and hold your head high as you rebuild yourself, your nation and make a better place for the future generations

Tell me how Come

2011-03-27T01:26:00.000-07:00

I have heard that talk before…ain’t anything as bad as a woman’s venom

If truly we are each others worst enemies, tell me how come-

We have been able to come up with our own Bank-KWFT-when men haven’t?

Isn’t the first ever Kenyan Nobel Peace Laureate a woman?

I only hear of women groups; and never men’s group…

How come we can have co-wives and live peacefully with each other when no man can live with co-husbands?

It’s only a woman who can breast feed another’s woman’s child…but how many men can take care of a kid fathered by another man?

Have you ever heard two female politicians wash each other’s dirty linen in public?

Don’t forget that we have a couple of women’s Universities…

There is nothing as good as a woman’s friendship; and nothing as bad as a man’s gossip!

Feminist Serenity Prayer

2011-01-10T02:55:00.000-08:00

Serenity Prayer Part One

God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.

Serenity Prayer Part Two

God grant me the wisdom to understand a man,
Love to forgive him,
and patience for his moods.
Because if I pray for strength I'll just beat him to death

Eight Wonders of the Bible

2011-01-06T05:42:00.000-08:00

Proverbs 30:21
Under three things the earth trembles, under four it cannot bear up;

A servant who becomes a King
An unloved woman who is married
A maidservant who displaces her mistress
A fool who is full of food

Provers 30:24
Four things on earth are small, yet they are extremely wise;

Ants are creatures of little strength, yet they store up their food in the summer
Locusts have no King, yet they advance together in ranks
Coney are creatures of little power, yet they make their home in crags
A lizard can be caught with the hand, yet its found in King's palaces

Say Yes to Smoking

2011-01-05T01:08:00.000-08:00

Day one;
             Tens of smokers fight for space to get a puff
Day two;
             There isn't a soul at the zone...though you'll catch one smoke in the car while driving, another in his office and the other at the gents
Day three;
               A number of friendly idlers chew khat from the zone; greeting everyone who passes by
Day Four;
               The number of idlers doubles with their friendly nature interchanged with making funny comments accompanied with an irritating laughter
Day five;
             The smoking zone is back. But, it's also a zone for abuse of other drugs. Some call it the jobless corner but for the psychics; its a nascent sect
Day six;
           A young man is attacked at the corner, a student is mugged, a teenage girl raped and a school boy kidnapped
Day seven;
                Cops exchange fire with the 'smokers.' Two are shot dead, three severely injured as the rest vanish within the crowd: All because we dared legalize the use of nicotine.

The End of Times

2010-12-21T05:36:00.000-08:00

A while back I was reading a book about the end times. I neither have a problem in keeping warm in hell nor do I hate dressing up in fancy linen and feeding on honey and milk; then posing with Samson on one side and John the Baptist on the other... The day is very near; and though I look forward to its coming, there are days that I would rather never see it fall.

If Christ is to return; He need not come on a Sunday before I go to church to repent my sins; otherwise I'll be left behind:
Monday would be a good day; so that I won't have to report to work...oh...sorry, He may end up finding me nursing a hangover:
I would have loved him to come for me on a Wednesday, when I'm all ready; but that means that I will have to miss the Ladies night:
Friday too isn't a good day; I need to go to heaven when am holy; and I don't want Him to take me when I'm full of stress and from the bar:
I also do not want Him to come on a Saturday morning and wake me off my sleep that I never got to enjoy for the entire week:
End month; no way! I want to first enjoy my salary...

Now that I have though of it; I plan to wait for Christ's second coming on a Tuesday; when I got too much paperwork to handle. Thursday would also do...and that would mean that I start my weekend in style. Any of these two days is okay with me; as long as it's in the middle of the month when am broke and lost interest in life.

Hon. Charity Ngilu-Guilty as Charged?

2010-12-11T02:35:00.000-08:00

The wise men said; 'Charity begins at home',

Why then do Kenyans expect Hon. Charity Ngilu to start it elsewhere. The ones pointing fingers at the iron lady are those who come from the greener parts of the country. I grew up seeing women from Ukambani walk long kilometers without food and water...and with malnourished kids on their back...come to our place to beg for food. The day I saw some eat ugali that had already gone bad made me realize that something was truly wrong somewhere.

We are tired of seeing our fellow people seek the help of Red Cross and USAID. When one of us comes and helps them...its termed as tribalism. Where were the water minister supposed to initiate these projects; in Kibera, or is it in Kitale? I'm totally behind this lady. What she has been able to do cannot get a reward from this country. We will only acknowledge her efforts when she wins an International award; or during her funeral.

It's been years since I last saw people from Kamba land in our region. Not that we have broken the ties...but knowing that they are now independent makes me feel good. As for those baying for Ngilu's dismissal, only God can understand you.

-MJN

What Made 'Ghost' Mulee Leave

2010-12-08T08:27:00.000-08:00

When I heard him say that he was leaving; I thought to myself-are we supposed to feel for him or what? Mr. Jacob Mulee has been riding this very same vehicle and leaving it halfway through; only to come for it after a couple of seasons. This time round, everyone who loves Kenya hopes that we won't get to see him back.

It all started with him saying that his team was after goals, which they got, but; the rival team scored more than they did. The very moment those words left his mouth I was sure that that was one man without a purpose and faith for his team. We know that the KFF has always had problems, but these--- The guy goes ahead to blame the management for poor leadership, lack of financing and what not. If he isn't the management, who is?

There comes a time that a man has to accept defeat;... This is what we need to do. Dissolve the entire KFF and concentrate on more important things than making goals. What more do we want when we already the world's best long distance athletic runners, rugby players, women volleyballers and heavy-weight international boxing champions. If we need to see goals, we can always ask Dennis Oliech and the handsome Macdonald Mariga to show us how its done.

The decision made by 'Ghost' Mulee proves that he is a man with a vision, integrity and knows when its time to show a white flag. Had the KFF raised their eyebrows a little higher, they would have seen it all coming by taking a closer look at 'The Team'.

I'm a Gold Digger

2010-12-07T08:02:00.000-08:00

It amazes me how men think that all that women look for in a man is cash. Yes, we have been called gold diggers, social climbers and hookers. But, have you ever taken notice on who really calls us these names. Only the depreciated people; those without a single penny in their account know the meaning of these names. I have never heard those names come out of Richard Bradson's or Bill Gate's mouth... hey, but how many times have I heard them from Kamau, Odhiambo and Mutuku?

Such a name comes about when he takes you for coffee and he expects you to chip in the bill; when he wants to go rent a movie for you to watch when you want to watch a play at the theater; when he wants to take you out using public transport when he could have hired a taxi.

Of course he will say that you were after his money-money that he never had. What money were you after when you first met him under the rain at the train station waiting for the train? But you know what, if you dare help him with cash, he will opt to drink it all at the local pub-or buy tickets for some silly game.

With time I've come to realize that there only men who are still down there believe that there are gold diggers-because they spent 1,000 shillings on a movie, they had coffee that cost 2,000 and that she demanded for imported chocolates for her birthday. What he doesn't understand is that she wasn't looking at the number of zeros; but the special moments and things that the two of them did together.

THE GOVERNMENT DOESN’T CARE

2010-09-16T05:05:00.000-07:00

The July attack of the Ugandans by the Al Shaabab militia and the action taken towards the suspects is a clear indication that the government does not care about its people. After all, we only heard of the victims after the blast.

The victims of the 1988 bombing in Nairobi too have not been compensated. The suicide attacks in Middle East have become the norm of the day. The US army in Iraq lost and amputated many of her soldiers.

As President Yoweri Museveni may say, there is no way he is withdrawing the troops out of Somali soil, despite knowing the situation they have to deal with. Why should Uganda play the hero when she can’t face Joseph Kony, a war leader in her very own soil, yet, go to another land for a peace keeping mission? It is incongruous!

I do believe President Museveni, he is a man of his word and deed. No soldier will be packing for home anytime soon. But, as long as none of his kin is on the battle field, or is victimised by the Al Shaabab, he will never take the issue seriously, nor will any leader.

The message being sent by Somalis or any other Muslim national(s) fending for their own unity and sovereignty through such vengeful missions will never get through. If it does, it will not achieve its intended action. Action can only be achieved through hitting the bull’s eye. Why would someone aim at a cat when he wants to get rid of the rat?

MJN

EXORCISM OF ALEJANDRO

2010-09-08T05:50:00.000-07:00

Paloma
“Sir Alex…please don’t say those words to me.”
Juan Alejandro
“Alex, don’t call me Sir”
Paloma
“But…”
Juan Alejandro
“Shhh! (Putting a finger across her mouth, then holds her tightly and gives a lengthy kiss.) I love you and no one can change that (Breathing hard as he speaks.) (Takes her palm and puts it on his bare, tanned and well built chest) Feel that, that’s the feeling I get whenever I am with you, please don’t let my heart stop for being denied this love.
Paloma
“Please stop…people might see us.”
Juan Alejandro
“You can deny what people say, but you can’t deny what your heart has feels for me. Don’t you love me?
Paloma
“I do but…”
Juan Alejandro
(Cuts her short) Let’s run away my love …get married then come back once you are of legal age…
Paloma
“I’m scared; I don’t want my aunt to worry.”
Juan Alejandro
“Once we get there, we will send her a postcard (kisses her again as Santos-Alejandro’s step brother comes…)
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These words are the words that our women rarely, if ever get from their men. However, listening to them from a more charming man isn’t that bad.

These words are the reason why your shirt ‘got burnt’ while being ironed; why your favourite meal burnt as she prepared it for you; why she had to ‘cut’ the queue in front of you to get home on time; why she calls you unromantic; why she keeps suggesting you check into the gym to look like Alejandro; why the sudden interest in learning Espanola; why her profile picture on Facebook is neither hers nor yours;

Yes, I do admit that these soap operas are a little too addictive. They make you experience a love spell, a charm, an irresistible kind of love that you never witnessed. Even a one year old falls in love, why can’t you?
Its only in these soaps; and Afrosinema-o, that the poorest maid gets married to the richest entrepreneur of the region; a woman is bound between the love of two family members-a father and his son; the most wicked character is always a woman, who gets her way throughout the plot and only got caught at the end, where she is either sent to a mental asylum, jail, or killed; where all the female leading characters are timid, naïve and pretty girls; where the accent doesn’t matter, as a matter of fact, it is regarded to be sexy.

This obsession with Alejandro, is far too much, and unrealistic. I have never seen those men go after a black woman. It is even worse there because; each programme uses women as either servants or witchdoctors and wizards. The only place I have seen a black woman treated more like a human rather than an animal is in Shades of Sin. I therefore wonder why one has to be addicted to something that de-dignifies them.

SMART QUOTE: When a man is cheating, he says damn stuff, but a woman; smart stuff.

MJN

HEROES AND DEMONS

2010-09-02T07:21:00.000-07:00

We celebrate heroes in death and villains in life.

How true this is, you may wonder. The truth is, Jesus became a hero upon his death, so does Mary Magdalene, Mother Theresa, Ken Saro-wiwa…and the endless list goes on. This however doesn’t mean that if you are an icon, you are a villain/demon…or that after living all this years as a nonentity, you will soon become a celebrity after your death.

Demons are our mothers; mothers’ who dedicate their entire adult life looking after the family and taking care of their needs: Putting up with all sorts of insults from abusive husbands, both verbally and physically. They do it for the children, they will argue out. But which child is okay seeing their mother face slow death because of a man, and eventually die of brain tumor. Such scenes are no different from putting a lion to guard your home against the enemy, when one day the lion will turn and feed on you.
Upon death however, all mothers become heroes…that’s where I will never understand.

Martin Luther King, well, a hero of course…everyone worships him to this very day. Personally, he wasn’t. Just because the man had a dream, what makes him different? Every one of us has had a dream, even kids do dream, but what makes one a hero is executing the dream, failure to which, it remains a dream. Whatever makes MLK a hero is there uncomprehendable…

Al Bashir is the man to look out for: Not only a living hero, but a legend.

All the drug dealers and illicit alcohol brewers are exceptional heroes. I have never heard of a brewer go blind or die for taking his poisonous brew, nor any drug dealer check in to rehab. What’s important is looking after ourselves; Man for himself and God for us all.

-MJN-

LETTING GO

2010-09-02T07:12:00.000-07:00

Back in 2007 when I joined campus, I encountered a lecturer whom I thoroughly despised and loathed. Despite having both of us come from almost the same geographical region, our bloods never matched. Things got worse when I had to take four of his units during the same semester. By the end of the fourteen weeks, I had to be sober.

Anyone who knew Dr. Mugambi as I did halfway through could never fail his units-so long as you had an up-to-date critical mind. Questions like; is there a future of publishing in Africa, What’s the impact of culture and religion on development…

Ignorance is the core reason behind us lagging behind in our day to day lives. We are the first to queue and beg for aid from the West for not utilizing our natural resources; brain drain our regions in search for greener pastures; hang out in places where there is a little bit of white skin because, white is class…
Culture, traditions and beliefs are the reason behind our lack of foresightedness. Kenya now does have a Ministry of Culture and *something* but still, we are so hard on fights towards putting an end to these archaic cultures, only to end up upholding them.

At one hand, we are trying to end the culture of inheritance, like wife inheritance; white rule to equal distribution of power, inter alia. On the same note are corruption, impunity and nepotism. However, this is what may have meant when they said; talk the talk, never talking the walk.
Despite the efforts of ending this kind of culture, we have ended up forming colonies of power, property possession, ways of passing down what we assume to own to the next generation; but, to a generation that has your blood running through their veins.

I look at our leaders; brought up in the royal families and now in more royal ones. Nothing has changed, it’s just like it was during the past, when Kingship or Chiefship was handed over from one generation to another. As for the rest of the ordinary citizens, they tire and sweat to put linen, spices and myrrh on the royalty.

Uhuru son of Jomo; Raila and Oburu sons of Jaramogi; Joseph son of Kabila; Museveni and his cabinet/royal regime, ditto, ditto. A democratic nation they may call it, but… Do you ever wonder- Are they more charismatic, or do they posses more leadership skills, or are they the ‘inborn leaders’?

We, Kenyans, will never cease to complain about this and that; blame something on someone; accuse everybody for setting a trap against us; or, always know of a better solution than that already implemented.

I may write of how mean, inhuman, self centered, arrogant, ignorant and useless leaders we have…because they never let go off their top seats. Of how I’ll never cast a vote until I see a new face vie for the position-a face from a new family line. But look at me, us. We have never thought of letting go of our jobs and positions. If we do, it’s only after finding a replacement that will ‘click’.

On a light note-I’m still wondering of what will be the outcome of dual citizenship in Kenya. Will our athletes be allowed to run and complete for other countries?

-Mjn-

Kenyans Don't Talk to Each Other

2010-08-18T23:59:00.000-07:00

I'm waiting for a vehicle to town, and standing with me are a couple of other people I always meet with, here-every morning; that they have now become familiar faces. I can tell who wears which perfume, who got a new hand bag; suit, who will always wait for a cheaper vehicle, who does this or that...but, despite our acquitance, we have never talked. Not even a 'Hi, good morning, you are smart, nice suit, you look good...'

I've become a regular client to a certain vehicle. I do know the driver quite well. If he isn't tuned to Hot 96, it has to be Classic 105. However witty Mwalimu King'ang'i may be, no body laughs aloud, just a chuckle. When the conductor wants your transport, he just looks at you, or taps you...no talking. In case of change, he'll shout 'CHANGE', and a hand shots up-no words.

I sit on a two seater for a few seconds, and silently pray that the person who takes the other seat will be good looking enough, smell okay, maybe a 'potential'. I wonder why make such a prayer request, when we won't talk. Funny enough, we will alight at the same stage and take the same pathway home, maybe enter the same building, and despite all these similarities, we will never exchange a word.

The queue is too long, and it takes hours to get into the bus. After spending a whole two hours with someone, you still can't tell who is infront or behind you. We all look like zombies, or sheep, or cows being dragged into the slaughter house. To change the mood, someone passes out. Still, no talking. Everyone gathers around, then start to talk all at once, talking to noone in particular...

The students, though still in school-for a learning experience, are the worst culprits. They will sit next to you, crane their neck in to your notes, signal you to pass over the 'Mwakenya', and after the class, storm out. Never to be heard of again. Others will always pick a seat next to you, call it a crush or whatever you wish...at other times, pretend to be booking a seat for a friend, then wave it off by, "s/he probably won't be coming", and give it to you, that's all.

Next thing you know is that you are becoming bored of keeping to yourself, and start Facebooking, requesting friendships to people you never met and will probably never meet, when next to you, is someone who would love to know you.

At times I just wish that we all all mute...

-MJN -

Never wanna grow up

2010-08-09T06:37:00.000-07:00

When I was young, I would always day dream of being an adult

Now that I am one, I always wish that I had forever remained a child

Adults always lie, and for those who don't, they can't resist cheating

Say they are on the way when the taking a nap,
Say they love you to only sleep with you,
Say that you are the only one when they are actually messing around

They never say thank you, after all, they worked for it,
They never do please when they can forcingly take it away,
Never mention sorry for they can't stoop

Adults never tell the truth, they will bombard you with lies in the name of protecting you

You can't be friends with an adult, they are there to take advantage ot you, gossip with you and later on, go around gossiping about you

An adult is either too ashamed for what they got, proud of what they don't have or, lie about how they got what they have.

That why I won't be growing up any time soon

-MJN

Why she's different from you

2010-08-02T01:37:00.000-07:00

They say that a good marriageable wife can only be got in the village. City girls can never be a good mother, faithful wife or even a submissive partner.
Look at the city girls, they will go to party all night long and live their husbands in a cold bed, look for a surrogate mother so as not to put on weight or disfigure their shape and develop stretch marks. If pregnant, they can't give birth naturally, but will go for Cesarean section under lots of anstethia.

You can never know the colour of a city girl, or her natural beauty-smell, hair, nails, physique...she is an artificially manufactured female. With her face full of layers and layerscof brown powder/paint; bleached body that is neither brown, pink, white or rainbow; lips screaming red like she is a dracula from sucking blood; padded breasts, hips; horses' hair on her head and a strong and expensive pungent smell from Dubai that sends all around her sneezing.

A city girl has no personality, no dignity, no idiocrasy. She will always hang out with three to six other women, show up with 'her girls' in a date, sleep around with any man who can send her cell phone credit, pay her bus fare, or take her out to a movie. A bottle of beer, chips and chicken on a Friday evening will make her spend the entire weekend in a foreign bed. Come Monday, she will pretend to have never met you...unless you got more money to take her out for lunch with a bunchful of her friends.
Country women have a more natural beauty. They will catch your eye when she is metres away, wearing a 'leso' and a torn oversized t-shirt, carrying firewood on her head, or a container of water while barefooted. How then do you think she would look when she is all cleaned up and oiled up with a thick petroleum jelly?

Marrying a country girl has more gurantees...she know how to love, treat a man, and keep him. Never nagging, never flirting...and now they say, can't be a gold digger. That one, I don't agree with... A country girl will only man who can take care of her, protect her, provide for her, and give her class. That's why she will only show interest in men from the chief's family, the son who has been to University,

Country women may be seen alone and having fun anyways, or surrounded by friends. Whether those friends are other females or males, if you have recognized the woman to be a country woman, then they are safe. Just play it carefully,

Country women are not afraid to get dirty. Dirty, means dirty...whichever meaning you accord it.

City girls will live on and for the television, and try to emulate those soap opera women, but will get mad when you watch football. She won't cook as long as there is a restraunt or pizza inn by the courner, and can't hit gym to keep fit, she will go on a diet, pills, creams or surgery to remove the extra fat.

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2010-07-16T04:17:00.000-07:00

CLIP: (To start showing soon at the theaters near you)

(he and she meet along the office collidor walking towards opposite directions)

He:
Morning Jackie;

(she walks along, paying no attention to him, says not a word, just walks by without answering back: she can feel his shadow behind-he stops walking, stands still, his eyes all behind her...a few metres away she shouts back,)

She:
It's not morning...(and walks off)

He:
Oh really, I lost track of time, what time is it? You know, I've been in the meeting for the entire morning...

(she don't look back, ignores and walks to the office)

(minutes later):
(He walks up to her...in the office as he stands on the doorway while she's at her seat)

He:
"Young lady, what kind of mediocrasy are you bringing in my office? Disrespect is severely punished here, and don't you remember you are an intern, if you can't associate with the staff, you better leave, there are thousands of students every morning at the reception looking for an internship here, more qualified that you are indeed, yet, all you do is misbehave...."

She:
"I don't remember disrespecting you in any professional way...if i disrespected my job or any formal meeting, that is one thing, but if it was an informal one, that's nothing and it's up to me to choose who I want to associate with. And please don't talk to me as though I came here via the back door, like the rest".

He:
"Do you understand my postion in this office to be answering me like that."

She:
"Of..course...I...do (she pronounces it out, word by word), and what I say or do is what I'm entitled to... I know my rights! My way of talking doesn't choose how to talk to who, what not to say to who..."

He:
"And you dare continue with your disrespectful nature."

She
"Huh? Now I'm disrespecting you for talking With you- that is a crime. While earlier on when I didn't talk to you, it was also disrespect....What exactly is it that you want from me....and say it loud and clear coz I'm so fed up with your criticism and annoying accusations..go on, say it for the...!"

He:
"Your presence in this office has been terminated immediately for a week before which you meet the displinary council to decide upon your case."

She:

"Terminated? Or is it suspended? Maybe its both...but you know what...(standing from her chair and giving him an eye on eye interaction) you can't suspended me, nor... nor can you terminate my services...and you know why...the reason being...I ALREADY QUIT. But, how would you know? You are never at your desk but chasing after interns into your wife's bed, and because I let not these unfaithful hands of yours under my linen...there you are thinking that you can TERMINATING me...

-MJN-

Brave New Voices

2010-07-06T05:40:00.000-07:00

Their take vs Her take

2010-07-05T05:55:00.000-07:00

One trait that I proudly posses is the virtue of loving whom I am, and never stooping for attention or approval from anyone. Other’s perception, thoughts, criticism and premature judgmental has no space in my life.

Coincidentally, almost all my friends can’t be strong enough to endure what others think of them. They either want a pat on their shoulder, an invitation to a social meeting, being praised or have their work acknowledged.

They will time and again call you naïve, a weakling, a shy and conservative person…just because you overlook the worldview; and boldly outstand their nascent way of looking at reality.

I like looking at my friends ‘stand out’. They assume that I’m jealous of them and that I look forward to becoming a little more like them. On my part, I let them joyride on the sub-crème and enjoy the attention, because, I’m fine on my own-proud of the person that I am. In addition, it boosts their self esteem which many of them lack and simultaneously builds on their self concept.

I know the majority always wins…but I’m never among the majority. Appreciating the person I am and the output that comes from my handwork is more encouraging than a stranger’s judgmental analysis.
So whatever one says of my work…that I’m poor in this, average in that, and okay with the other, let me not say that I don’t care; but, I only accommodate it in my short memory, where I brush it off in a second, and life goes on.

It’s through second party commentaries that we assume who we are, forget what we are capable of becoming and kill our abilities of digging deeper into the goldmines that no one knows of their existence.

-MJN-

Women in Advertising

2010-07-02T04:21:00.000-07:00

This was highly inspired by Jean Kilbourne's advertisement film-Killing us softly.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ufHrVyVgwRg

I therefore took a good look at the recent print advertisements surrounding us in our daily lives and well, there must have been a very smart mind behind their conceptualisation... Here are a few collections:

Seems that we all have the same perspective of women... Like the late Katama Mkangi wrote in his novel 'Walenisi', mwanamke ni kama ndizi, ukishaila, walitupa ganda lake na kulisahau; mwanamke ni kama chombo, chombo cha mwanamume akitumiacho kujiridhisha kwa muda kisha...

CONSTITUTIONAL WATCH

2010-07-02T00:33:00.000-07:00