I will marry you if for Valentine's day...

Remember how I said that I want to be materialistic when I grow up. I found the man to fulfill my dreams of a fast red sports car.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/africa/4263599.stm

Apparently all I have to do is wear a loin cloth, oil my breasts and dance. Then I may win his hand in marriage and strike gold. I love tradition but surely, the picture of a grown man, who has married a 17yr old, after lifting a ban on underage sex so that he can have sex with her is rather ah... Surely. Come on. Aii. Tsk.

Oh I forgot one thing. Sadly I am too old to get married to him.

confession of a possible school lover

I think I am likely to be chronically attending school. I love it!

I think it has to do with the wonderful ideas shared. Where am I going to get the same sharing inthe big old world. Maybe I am in the wrong field. I want to have good conversation about poverty, globalisation, death, justice, happiness, love, life...will I find that working as a clerk?

Nothing against clerks.

I love the library. I love books. I want to inhale them.

I love the feeling I get from reading a good piece. Listening to a good argument. I love thinking a problem through and realising a simple solution.

How do I keep learning as a life-long hobby?

Could someone also tell me how to fix the blog...everything seems to be going haywire on it...

fruit market

I have so far managed to keep my vent about Wakulima market to myself...BUT I can't not silence myself anymore. Fruits don't look the same anymore. Even in the school cafeteria. They have changed my concept of the constitution of oranges and bananas.

If I am a Cucu I will not choose oranges because they will give me acidity.

Who came up with that idiotic idea...oh SORRY, isn't it the cows that "lead" our country. We look like apes for it to be broken down to that level. And what maddens me thoroughly is that still, no-one knows what consititution is which and what each speaks of.

How about printing the document in simple English. Or better yet how about Kiswahili for those who don't understand English.

Then there will be no need for oranges or bananas, ofcourse apart from the bananas who are "our leaders."

For those wondering why I am going on about a fruit salad: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/africa/4215266.stm

A fruit milkshake anyone?

Umoja

Yes, I am back hence the new post. I have a cold now from being away from my family. Culture shock has not ceased to strike me the oddest ways. As I remember how to blog, here isan interesting article sent to me by a friend...I wish I had known about this place before. Maybe I would have stayed there. Maybe not. If any of you have ever read Herland by Charlotte Perkins Gilman you will understand what I mean...

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/main.jhtml?xml=/news/2005/07/16/wkenya16.xml&sSheet=/news/2005/07/16/ixworld.html

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/07/08/AR2005070801775.html