tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910Tue, 24 Jan 2012 15:01:21 +0000Day of Resolve 2011ChinamoviesKibo Art Gallery PowerMau MauShukranielectionsrelationshipshuman rightsAfrican trailblazersFamily FootballfreedomNneka EgbunaSocial GracesrefugeesAtlantaKilimanjarofamilypetsAfricaIgnorancemotherAKPAEthnocentricityInternational Women's DaypolygynylawlessPerserveranceromanceThis Is My AfricahealingWorld Aids Dayglobal warmingteam managerChristmasAfrican YouthBen OkriDiasporadrumJohannesburgEmploymentjoyInspirationliteracyNigeriaAfrican leadersPaa Ya PaaKangasThank YouWorld HistorypowerBeautyRebeka NjauAfrica Cup of NationsZachary Muburi-MuitaBarack ObamaDiaspora ConferenceloveArtistsheadacheElimo NjaupovertyChild SoldieropportunitiesmatriarchcookingInnovationAfrica Cup of Nations 2010educationpolygamyVanpool Diary Entry #1As quiet as it is keptFriendshipNadiastrepAfrican politiciansKenya DiasporaToday Showcultural awarenessglobalizationrhythmsNew FrontierPoliticsSoccerrhythmbirthdaysSouth Africa 2010UtuIyeoka OkoawoGreen Belt MovementLanguageAwardsFemale genital mutilationWorld Cup 2010HomeMARTATanzaniaJohn OliverVanpool Diary Entry #2TourismAfrica YetuStoriesOppressionafrican cultureBiennial Ambassadors ConferencecultureKenyaparentingPioneersHumourPassionEmpowermentlifeHaiti earthquake 2010dreamsMichael Jackson (1958-2009)Wangari MaathaitonsillitisFIFA 2010SufferingApartheidimmigrantpoetryHaiti earthquakeAdulteryJames KangwanaGeorgia SoccerwritingPubertyFootballLagosZimbabwe Stone SculptureThis blog is my drum. Beat it with me. My Africa is calling. Africa Yetu.http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Mama Shujaa)Blogger120125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-7536699615416951323Mon, 02 Jan 2012 02:20:00 +00002012-01-02T08:21:10.160-05:00cultureimmigrantPaa Ya PaaInspirationcultural awareness When preparing for a ten-day sojourn to my home country two weeks ago, I packed the correct garb for summery days, the perfect shoes for my bridesmaid outfit, and contentment steeped in the marrow of my bones. It was my second return back home in one year, a rarity.  The first had occurred in July, when I was more orthodox in my packing, as I joined a constellation of relatives to lay our http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~3/ocbl_6kKGwQ/traces.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mama Shujaa)6<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~4/ocbl_6kKGwQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2012/01/traces.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-7628873271614840332Sat, 10 Dec 2011 12:37:00 +00002011-12-10T10:22:09.719-05:00Soccer GSA 99 Red Disney Jr. Showcase 2011 Copa Champions As the hourglass and her passage of time gently announced our last tournament of the season, the quality of the time we had spent together, like fine wine was measured in the moments (some clutch-worthy) of growth as a team. In the end, we may not lay claim to the road having been as smooth as the curves of her glass, but we can certainly http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~3/tRyj3zlLVng/proving-ground.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mama Shujaa)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~4/tRyj3zlLVng" height="1" width="1"/>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2011/12/proving-ground.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-8644617822768991653Wed, 02 Nov 2011 14:15:00 +00002011-11-02T10:27:03.261-04:00She made her way to the rear of the bus, lithe and graceful, a freckle-faced girl with the stomach of a pregnant woman. So heavy with child I worried, and I noted the way her smooth arms draped around her protrusion, as if the life force within was vital to her existence. Purple colored fingernails in stark contrast to the lime green top stretched out across her belly. “Honey,” the effeminate http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~3/gKsx-SKbXaw/bus-diary-entry-so-young.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mama Shujaa)4<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~4/gKsx-SKbXaw" height="1" width="1"/>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2011/11/bus-diary-entry-so-young.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-3442131237493000495Thu, 27 Oct 2011 10:05:00 +00002011-10-27T06:05:01.774-04:00poetry Swallow me whole without sedation. Sample the truth my heart's vibration. Limb by limb take me in. In every crevice you will find Hints Teetering, dancing around life's rim. Swallow lest the precipice invites me in. Swallow me whole Smack your lips Seal them with my single wish Brimful, the Marrow Of My Love. Mama Shujaa. **First published on July 8, 2009** Copyright © Mama Shujaa http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~3/TCV_A1rFzAM/swallow-me.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mama Shujaa)24<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~4/TCV_A1rFzAM" height="1" width="1"/>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/swallow-me.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-8994900975564672660Tue, 25 Oct 2011 10:30:00 +00002011-10-25T06:30:00.293-04:00AfricaPoliticsWhatever the intentions of an action, everyone responds in their own way. Recently President Barack Obama announced that 100 troops would be sent to assist the Ugandan government in its fight against the Lord's Resistance Army, a rebel group that has committed heinous crimes of murder, rape and the kidnapping of children for over two decades. Invisible Children - History of the Conflict http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~3/EbfI61mhtsk/uganda-in-crossfire.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mama Shujaa)4<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~4/EbfI61mhtsk" height="1" width="1"/>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2011/10/uganda-in-crossfire.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-7000153612977912267Sun, 23 Oct 2011 02:57:00 +00002011-10-22T23:02:37.726-04:00Georgia Soccerteam managerPoliticsThere is no room for interpretation When dealing with parents of talented 13-year-old soccer players. Everything is bold and simple. Play my kid and get team results. The vigor and tension With which this sentiment is communicated, Exhausting. "Talk to the coach," I advise softly. Each parent has their own imaginative eye As eloquent as the other It moves beyond the scope of their own http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~3/LN013AK7vfU/politics-of-it.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mama Shujaa)2<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~4/LN013AK7vfU" height="1" width="1"/>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2011/10/politics-of-it.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-8733052975919162673Thu, 13 Oct 2011 15:59:00 +00002011-10-13T11:59:28.113-04:00IgnoranceCharacters - BIG CAHUNA FUMILAYO VERA Scene - office hallway containing cubicle stations. Fumilayo and Vera are neighbors, hunkered down behind computer screens. (Enter Big Cahuna with a stack of college-ruled sheets ridden with his leisurely scrawl.) "Fumi, I need to get this letter out ASAP!" his booming voice addresses the air. Vera: "I can help. Give it to me." Fumi (working on http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~3/KjldzZvv_Yw/ignoramus.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mama Shujaa)3<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~4/KjldzZvv_Yw" height="1" width="1"/>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2011/10/ignoramus.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-7691535065684263410Tue, 11 Oct 2011 10:24:00 +00002011-10-13T09:57:19.068-04:00Kenya DiasporaKenyaglobalizationI am unresolved about the article. Feelings of annoyance and guilt stir within; a tension stronger than my usual polite appreciation of such articles. As I write about it, I struggle, thoughts glued together, bound up as if in an outdated textbook. The casual tone of the article irritates me.  Potential, Poverty, Politics & Parties: Why Kenya Attracts America's Best & Brightest Young Social http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~3/ZPMJe57uGwI/you-write-about-my-country.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mama Shujaa)2<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~4/ZPMJe57uGwI" height="1" width="1"/>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-write-about-my-country.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-3867007946358267893Fri, 07 Oct 2011 10:16:00 +00002011-10-13T09:58:27.524-04:00relationshipspoetryGrand! This feeling, a vital source of my being. Warm orange and red beneath my mocha-toned skin Coursing through. His eyes Deep pools flowing, irrigating my soul Rich and fertile. "Nawa for your ass," the text reads as I walk into the train station.  "Lord do u," another text reads. This no-rigmarole-kind-a-guy. "U makin' me smile." Swamped with love. Elevated, stretched across the Atlas http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~3/UW6X2H-2OTA/savannah-blaze.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mama Shujaa)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~4/UW6X2H-2OTA" height="1" width="1"/>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2011/10/savannah-blaze.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-2030819439363002225Thu, 06 Oct 2011 10:53:00 +00002011-10-13T09:59:07.144-04:00Chinacultural awareness Unbroken forests. Acres and acres, flowing across shores and national borders. Making every inch count. The sights and sounds of the U.S.A. Packed, everywhere. On shelves, on mannequins, hordes have migrated en masse. In search of new growth in lush pastures. Under the lens. Every tag checked by the consumers' eyes. Made in Honduras. In Egypt. In Colombia. In Mexico. In Taiwan. In Guatemala. http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~3/MvTHFGl0Gno/steady-does-it.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mama Shujaa)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~4/MvTHFGl0Gno" height="1" width="1"/>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2011/10/steady-does-it.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-7643679903953577139Wed, 05 Oct 2011 10:18:00 +00002011-10-13T10:00:37.074-04:00InspirationwritingIt is Wednesday morning and my shoe box story still lives. In the universe of my imagination, with more people in it now.  New bosses, wayward soccer parents, egotistical 13 year old soccer stars, kind coworkers, court filing deadlines, to-do lists at home and abroad. All locked up together, teaming, screaming, bundled up life. And yet, I've been blogging less and writing more - in my head. Ideashttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~3/siGRVJS4QAI/place-of-promise.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mama Shujaa)1<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~4/siGRVJS4QAI" height="1" width="1"/>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2011/10/place-of-promise.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-4423196447465548427Mon, 12 Sep 2011 02:36:00 +00002011-09-11T22:36:14.398-04:00Chinacultural awarenessContinued from See The World No Visa Required "I will miss you," he said as we stood in the awkward crack of dawn’s light, all four of us, whispering farewells; taking care not to wake the rest of the household. It was the last morning of our cultural exchange week. Daniel and Kame were leaving for Beijing. I scanned the metal rims of the spectacles on Daniel’s face, weighing the four choppy http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~3/b1CcAVEKvRg/cultural-awareness.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mama Shujaa)3<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~4/b1CcAVEKvRg" height="1" width="1"/>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2011/09/cultural-awareness.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-4452517047313260882Tue, 05 Jul 2011 00:50:00 +00002011-07-04T20:50:29.856-04:00cultureChinaEarly last month a friend sent me an email with the subject FW: Student Cultural Exchange. "Exciting opportunity," the two words leaped at me as I slugged three short paragraphs to grasp the important details. Age range: 13-16, male or female. Commitment: 1 week, July 6th to 13th. I made note that only eight privileged friends were recipients of the message. Until I read the last sentence, "http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~3/_MD51EcaApc/see-world-no-visa-required.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mama Shujaa)5<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~4/_MD51EcaApc" height="1" width="1"/>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/see-world-no-visa-required.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-5695564442332131208Sun, 03 Jul 2011 10:27:00 +00002011-07-03T06:30:26.673-04:00A beautiful, breezy, sultry voice - Sara Tavares, from Cape Verde. All the elements of this video combine into a fluid and freeing sensuality - dynamic, playful. Reminding about balance in life. African blues delivered straight from the heart of Malian guitarist and vocalist Vieux Farka Toure, combining with South African-born, Dave Matthews' flawless, melting vocal interpretation. A http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~3/8v8xy91m2d0/two-fine-songs.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mama Shujaa)4<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~4/8v8xy91m2d0" height="1" width="1"/>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/two-fine-songs.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-9220132297731655220Sun, 12 Jun 2011 11:17:00 +00002011-06-12T07:17:09.713-04:00 Wocalling or Women Calling, an all-females ensemble that last year stole many hearts at Harare International Festival of the Arts (HIFA), is enthusiastic about its tour of Europe scheduled for July this year. The ensemble, made of artists from Zimbabwe, United Kingdom, Norway, Israel, Canada and Germany, will perform at various arts festivals and venues in Germany and Norway. On arrival in http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~3/liCU91YGXGc/wocalling-set-to-thrill-europe.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mama Shujaa)2<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~4/liCU91YGXGc" height="1" width="1"/>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2011/06/wocalling-set-to-thrill-europe.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-2078409303349581271Mon, 02 May 2011 15:14:00 +00002011-05-02T11:16:10.473-04:00povertyKenya"The World Tourism Organisation argues that responsible tourism can play a significant role in eradicating poverty and meeting the millennium development goals. But is it right?" "Kennedy Odede, originally from the Kibera slum, in Kenya, who is executive director of US-based charity Shining Hope for Communities, explains why tourist visits to slums are morally wrong." Listen to the Guardian http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~3/IlyqfGcdkiA/here-is-5-take-care-of-my-tourist.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mama Shujaa)3<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~4/IlyqfGcdkiA" height="1" width="1"/>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2011/05/here-is-5-take-care-of-my-tourist.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-3331960899077326705Sun, 24 Apr 2011 17:08:00 +00002011-04-24T13:13:13.761-04:00StoriesI am very excited to share that my story The Shady Taxi Driver has been published in The StoryTime literary ezine, which showcases weekly new fiction by African writers. Click here to read the story. Enjoy. Mingi Love!http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~3/thJuDQjnRoU/shady-taxi-driver.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mama Shujaa)8<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~4/thJuDQjnRoU" height="1" width="1"/>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2011/04/shady-taxi-driver.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-1622772863630652496Mon, 04 Apr 2011 00:47:00 +00002011-04-07T07:42:08.580-04:00StoriesSocial GracesI turned away from the manicurist and looked out at the throngs lined up at registers, cashing out groceries to the din of hundreds of shopping carts. The sprightly manicurist's pseudo-professional explanation was still ringing in my ears. "Ma'am, I can fix only the two nails that are messed up bad, I am sorry," she had said. Her Daisy Duck voice grated my frayed nerves. I am never coming back http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~3/6mfX4TRQptA/eyes-dont-tell.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mama Shujaa)6<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~4/6mfX4TRQptA" height="1" width="1"/>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2011/04/eyes-dont-tell.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-7727373971462041516Fri, 18 Mar 2011 17:24:00 +00002011-03-20T13:52:07.509-04:00As quiet as it is keptPete weaves between the small round tables. There is a loose rhythm beneath his skin, waiting to release to the surface; when he is not thinking precisely, when the red wine (rocking and rolling in his glass) hits his palette, when he lets the blues pass through his body. And if the wine's viscosity provides good legs, the up-to-the-shoulders kind, like Ramona's, Pete will dance. Crisp black http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~3/2G5XaECjp6g/pete-weaves-between-small-round-tables.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mama Shujaa)2<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~4/2G5XaECjp6g" height="1" width="1"/>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2011/03/pete-weaves-between-small-round-tables.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-288299293537414791Mon, 07 Feb 2011 00:53:00 +00002011-02-06T19:54:50.206-05:00african cultureloveOn Thursday last week, my husband drove me to our primary care physician and I got the diagnosis and some medicine: I have the flu. Earlier in the week, I had begun my fight against what I thought was a common cold, as I wondered why the extra vitamin supplements I had been taking were not upholding my immunity. However, when I considered recent on-the-job-stress, the departure of several http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~3/9QErm-BycM4/culture-and-compassion.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mama Shujaa)12<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~4/9QErm-BycM4" height="1" width="1"/>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2011/02/culture-and-compassion.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-281770684126269475Sun, 30 Jan 2011 21:17:00 +00002011-02-07T09:42:15.022-05:00StoriesAs quiet as it is keptFor first two installments click 1 and 2. Ramona is particular about the pronunciation of her last name. Moreover, she is selective in educating coworkers and the umpteen late bloomers she has met in Atlanta’s social settings. Not every moron who mistakes her for a slender Mexican gets details of her mixed heritage. Atlanta is a city with a deeply historic eighty-twenty percent cultural more http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~3/DtxnveXaGr4/as-quiet-as-it-is-kept-three.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mama Shujaa)6<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~4/DtxnveXaGr4" height="1" width="1"/>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/as-quiet-as-it-is-kept-three.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-6258340151552329410Tue, 18 Jan 2011 03:29:00 +00002011-02-07T09:42:15.026-05:00StoriesAs quiet as it is kept“Big plans this weekend, Larry?” She forced herself out of her reverie with a rote question void of sincerity, and prepared herself for his legendary preview of a football viewing booze filled weekend. “Sure do,” he said boastfully, “unlike you, Amani, I have plans. Matter of fact, you are welcome to join me and my boys at our get-together; bring your own beer!” “Thanks for the invitation, but http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~3/by2D4NIHjkA/as-quiet-as-it-is-kept-two.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mama Shujaa)7<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~4/by2D4NIHjkA" height="1" width="1"/>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/as-quiet-as-it-is-kept-two.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-2537868091444267705Mon, 10 Jan 2011 02:11:00 +00002011-02-07T09:42:15.030-05:00StoriesAs quiet as it is keptShe hastened the clatter of her fingers on the keyboard. Like most people, she detested eavesdroppers. Yet, given the cloistered confines of their workspace, who could fault her for learning of his dreadful connections? "You are not a materialistic person," she overheard his affirmation to the caller, and she angled her head further towards the cubicle partition, fingers arrested mid-air. His http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~3/ySy-_BvPFS8/as-quiet-as-it-is-kept.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mama Shujaa)9<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~4/ySy-_BvPFS8" height="1" width="1"/>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/as-quiet-as-it-is-kept.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-6143940482366844527Sat, 01 Jan 2011 21:02:00 +00002011-01-01T17:10:05.065-05:00Day of Resolve 2011On this day, I resolve to increase the quality, balance the thinking, report the strengths, resolve the weaknesses. Ah-ha! On this day, I resolve to build on the harvest of 2010. Match its yields ounce for ounce, without sacrificing the depths of growth. Eh-he! On this day, I resolve to love and create with abandon my mistresspieces of passion. Build on the learning richesses of mwaka jana [http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~3/Wtwt3s2PQrs/on-this-day-of-resolve.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mama Shujaa)12<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~4/Wtwt3s2PQrs" height="1" width="1"/>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/on-this-day-of-resolve.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-763242326680549459Mon, 20 Dec 2010 02:13:00 +00002011-02-07T09:26:47.659-05:00World Cup 2010Inspiration"Strr-o-k-e, strr-o-k-e it shoulders-elbows-fingers strr-o-k-e it come on! Are you breathing?" Hardly. "Heels-toes pump, p-u-m-p it come on! leave your day behind let your body go let your body dance dancing baby come on! Feel the cadence punctuate use your heels syncopate p-u-m-p it curl your toes release! Endorphins." Finding the right balance between work and play is a http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~3/rdQ2GUqv270/two-in-one.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mama Shujaa)2<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jlFd/~4/rdQ2GUqv270" height="1" width="1"/>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/two-in-one.html