Dear President Kibaki
On March 2, 2006 government forces raided the headquarters and printing plant of the Standard Group. In addition to destroying equipment and newspapers, beating up innocent employees who were doing their part in building the nation, they shut down the KTN news station. This latest attack follows the jailing of three journalists from Standard Newspaper, attacks on Citizen Weekly, and ongoing harassment of journalists by government-sponsored forces.
I would urge you to ensure that the perpetrator of this injustice to press freedom is ordered to apologise to the Kenyan public and the Minister who's jurisdiction he has stepped into. Mr. President please request his resignation in light of he's militant behavior and misuse of power entrusted to him by the Kenyan public.
Sincerely,
A registered voter.
Saturday, March 04, 2006
Thursday, February 16, 2006
it ain's over
So just when I think that I have cooled down...I flare up again. What am I talking about? Well it's the man of the hour. Having have recently read the report I am proud of one thing. The guy leaked the document to the whole world.
I am terrified by the fact that no one is in the right. Even the ones questioning the theives are theives themselves.
Since no one is going to say it, I feel abit told on. Like a kid who was doing wrong and I had a little brother who ran off to tell my Mom. Sure I shouldn't have been doing wrong. But this only works if we are 5 year old. What happens when those telling on each other are adults? Some in their 40's... I feel like the fact that he told England, through Edward Clay first, as a betrayal of his own interest, that being Kenya.
Let's face it. do not be fooled into believing that any white person, let alone a white politician has any interest in a poor black country in AFRICA. No listen. By virtue of being a citizen of a particular place, my loyalty is to that place. Right?
So the question arises, why then the great push to try the theives if the great mother has no intrest in Kenya.
She does.
And it is in her resources as she has kept it as a colony, nestling in her skirt.
Take a closer look.
It seems like a great admission that Africans are "incapable" of leading themselves...they have to get help from outside to tell them what's wrong. They should have remained colonised. Atleast then we would have control over the situation and would not have to bail them out. They steal from their own.
Then they run to us to undo the mess...well since we can't interfere (certain things like a paper saying they are independent, we'll use our seeds - their rulers).
It will take time. There is a call for a "critical mass" to effect change. It won't be in the next elections. And probably not those after. If the thugs who were stealing were stealing to campaign for the next elections, they only see that far.
In a world where there are people who think of future generations, what of the country's development? Will we always be slave labour for resources that are on our land that we end up buying at higher prices? No wonder we are poor. It's not the stealing from us but the admission that we can't stand up. Alone if necessary.
These are our leaders. They want the next elections. 2007. Then what? That's only 1 yr and a half away.
Is this foresight? Vision?
2007 then what?
I am terrified by the fact that no one is in the right. Even the ones questioning the theives are theives themselves.
Since no one is going to say it, I feel abit told on. Like a kid who was doing wrong and I had a little brother who ran off to tell my Mom. Sure I shouldn't have been doing wrong. But this only works if we are 5 year old. What happens when those telling on each other are adults? Some in their 40's... I feel like the fact that he told England, through Edward Clay first, as a betrayal of his own interest, that being Kenya.
Let's face it. do not be fooled into believing that any white person, let alone a white politician has any interest in a poor black country in AFRICA. No listen. By virtue of being a citizen of a particular place, my loyalty is to that place. Right?
So the question arises, why then the great push to try the theives if the great mother has no intrest in Kenya.
She does.
And it is in her resources as she has kept it as a colony, nestling in her skirt.
Take a closer look.
It seems like a great admission that Africans are "incapable" of leading themselves...they have to get help from outside to tell them what's wrong. They should have remained colonised. Atleast then we would have control over the situation and would not have to bail them out. They steal from their own.
Then they run to us to undo the mess...well since we can't interfere (certain things like a paper saying they are independent, we'll use our seeds - their rulers).
It will take time. There is a call for a "critical mass" to effect change. It won't be in the next elections. And probably not those after. If the thugs who were stealing were stealing to campaign for the next elections, they only see that far.
In a world where there are people who think of future generations, what of the country's development? Will we always be slave labour for resources that are on our land that we end up buying at higher prices? No wonder we are poor. It's not the stealing from us but the admission that we can't stand up. Alone if necessary.
These are our leaders. They want the next elections. 2007. Then what? That's only 1 yr and a half away.
Is this foresight? Vision?
2007 then what?
Saturday, February 04, 2006
growth
I think I have grown alot in the last couple of months.
I sometimes wish the growth was height wise since I am blessed with a rather short frame.
This evening I sit at this computer, with all the tools that i did not have when I was pushing myself to "do." I have everything at my fingertips to blow the minds of many and leave no doubt about what I am capable of.
Yet I stand, almost paralysed with the propects of what such an "uncovery" could do. I fear myself.
And wonder if this, this is really growth or has my brave outer shell become what it really is...a shell.
There is alot of work to be done. Within me and without me. I stand in awe of what has been placed before me, the land I have been lent for tilling, until the next person comes to take over where I leave off.
There is alot of work to be done.
I sometimes wish the growth was height wise since I am blessed with a rather short frame.
This evening I sit at this computer, with all the tools that i did not have when I was pushing myself to "do." I have everything at my fingertips to blow the minds of many and leave no doubt about what I am capable of.
Yet I stand, almost paralysed with the propects of what such an "uncovery" could do. I fear myself.
And wonder if this, this is really growth or has my brave outer shell become what it really is...a shell.
There is alot of work to be done. Within me and without me. I stand in awe of what has been placed before me, the land I have been lent for tilling, until the next person comes to take over where I leave off.
There is alot of work to be done.
Monday, January 23, 2006
that one moment
You stand outside.
Black velvet sky lit by millions of stars.
The air is still.
Filled with the smell of burning firewood.
You are too far from the city to hear the cars
Too far for your eyes to be blinded by the lights
that promise false security.
ALL you have is that star filled sky and the crickets in the bush.
The silence is stabbed by their chirping.
You are small.
You are the speck of the furthest star you see.
You are so small.
That one moment.
Black velvet sky lit by millions of stars.
The air is still.
Filled with the smell of burning firewood.
You are too far from the city to hear the cars
Too far for your eyes to be blinded by the lights
that promise false security.
ALL you have is that star filled sky and the crickets in the bush.
The silence is stabbed by their chirping.
You are small.
You are the speck of the furthest star you see.
You are so small.
That one moment.
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
I want to do it standing
I had a nice New Years. A sober one. As I mulled over my cranberry juice and chilled with my friend J7.
Stood in a crowd of "Atlantians" and watched a peach drop. Yes. A peach. Then I hugged everyone I came across and hurled insults across the street. I screamed Happy New Year to any and everyone. Until I lost my voice. I was waiting to get shot.
I even learned how to say Happy New Year in Spanish. I won't write it lest I slaughter the language.
I also can now say "Stupido" thanks to the gracious Latina who taught me how to tell her boyfriend the word...teeehehe
The cranberry juice wound itself down to my bladder fast and since we were using the metro, it could only go as far as my bladder. J7 was in the same predicament but managed to sneak behind bushes. Aaahh Adrienne Rich. Woman doing woman. Simone Beauvoir, you are not born a woman...
I want to piss standing. I know I can. But sadly my tight jeans and pretty panties were not made with a hole. Unlike men's. The whole affair of pissing in bushes takes too long and it can be tricky. Especially with your butt being swiped by the crisp winter air. Then you have to stand and wiggle the jeans on again. Short of tripping and falling into the light with the jeans still wrapped around your ankles. Too much. I'll hold it.
Vent.
I stood staring into the darkness at the bush which was J7's relief, hoping that it would speak to me and say "Go ahead."
2006. You are not going to restrict me.
Watch out.
Stood in a crowd of "Atlantians" and watched a peach drop. Yes. A peach. Then I hugged everyone I came across and hurled insults across the street. I screamed Happy New Year to any and everyone. Until I lost my voice. I was waiting to get shot.
I even learned how to say Happy New Year in Spanish. I won't write it lest I slaughter the language.
I also can now say "Stupido" thanks to the gracious Latina who taught me how to tell her boyfriend the word...teeehehe
The cranberry juice wound itself down to my bladder fast and since we were using the metro, it could only go as far as my bladder. J7 was in the same predicament but managed to sneak behind bushes. Aaahh Adrienne Rich. Woman doing woman. Simone Beauvoir, you are not born a woman...
I want to piss standing. I know I can. But sadly my tight jeans and pretty panties were not made with a hole. Unlike men's. The whole affair of pissing in bushes takes too long and it can be tricky. Especially with your butt being swiped by the crisp winter air. Then you have to stand and wiggle the jeans on again. Short of tripping and falling into the light with the jeans still wrapped around your ankles. Too much. I'll hold it.
Vent.
I stood staring into the darkness at the bush which was J7's relief, hoping that it would speak to me and say "Go ahead."
2006. You are not going to restrict me.
Watch out.
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Those animals are mine!!
All I can say is AMEN! AMEN!
From the Nation
Court halts animal sale to Thailand Story by JILLO KADIDA
Publication Date: 12/21/2005
The High Court yesterday stopped the deal to export 175 wild animals to Thailand until a case by two wildlife conservation groups is heard.
Granting the order, Judge Joseph Nyamu said he was satisfied the memorandum of understanding between Kenya and Thailand might not amount to a treaty.
The 60-day order arose from an application by the National CBO Consortium and the Kenya Society for the Protection and Care of Animals, who demanded a stop to relocating assorted animals to Thai zoos in line with a reported deal between ministers of the two countries.
When the case was filed last week, the judge declined to order a stop, saying the court was not keen on interfering with a treaty.
The court could not review treaties between countries, unless the provisions are incorporated in Kenyan laws or passed as Acts of Parliament, he ruled.
The controversial deal was sealed on November 9 by Tourism and Wildlife minister Morris Dzoro and Thai Natural Resources and Environment minister Yongyut Tiyapairat.
And despite protests by local and international wildlife conservationists – who said the transfer would violate the animals' welfare – it was signed at State House, Nairobi, as President Kibaki and Thai prime minister Thaksin Shinawatra watched.
Lawyer Mbugua Mureithi told the court that wildlife conservation and management was legally under the Kenya Wildlife Service, and that the minister was required only to give general or special directions to KWS. "The national heritage should not be left to the disposal of one person or one arm of government," he argued.
The deal was signed without consulting the KWS, Parliament, other interested organs and the public, he said, adding that identifying and capturing the animals had begun.
Yesterday Mr Justice Nyamu noted that the issues raised by the applicants were of national importance.
After hearing both parties, the judge said the applicants had argued points which defined treaties, and had argued that only KWS was authorised to say whether the animals can be exported.
From the Nation
Court halts animal sale to Thailand Story by JILLO KADIDA
Publication Date: 12/21/2005
The High Court yesterday stopped the deal to export 175 wild animals to Thailand until a case by two wildlife conservation groups is heard.
Granting the order, Judge Joseph Nyamu said he was satisfied the memorandum of understanding between Kenya and Thailand might not amount to a treaty.
The 60-day order arose from an application by the National CBO Consortium and the Kenya Society for the Protection and Care of Animals, who demanded a stop to relocating assorted animals to Thai zoos in line with a reported deal between ministers of the two countries.
When the case was filed last week, the judge declined to order a stop, saying the court was not keen on interfering with a treaty.
The court could not review treaties between countries, unless the provisions are incorporated in Kenyan laws or passed as Acts of Parliament, he ruled.
The controversial deal was sealed on November 9 by Tourism and Wildlife minister Morris Dzoro and Thai Natural Resources and Environment minister Yongyut Tiyapairat.
And despite protests by local and international wildlife conservationists – who said the transfer would violate the animals' welfare – it was signed at State House, Nairobi, as President Kibaki and Thai prime minister Thaksin Shinawatra watched.
Lawyer Mbugua Mureithi told the court that wildlife conservation and management was legally under the Kenya Wildlife Service, and that the minister was required only to give general or special directions to KWS. "The national heritage should not be left to the disposal of one person or one arm of government," he argued.
The deal was signed without consulting the KWS, Parliament, other interested organs and the public, he said, adding that identifying and capturing the animals had begun.
Yesterday Mr Justice Nyamu noted that the issues raised by the applicants were of national importance.
After hearing both parties, the judge said the applicants had argued points which defined treaties, and had argued that only KWS was authorised to say whether the animals can be exported.
Friday, December 09, 2005
while my eyes were closed
they sold my animals
they sold my land
they are selling my people
they talk of politics in the near future
of 2007
while they sell my land
land that Dedan died for
to build houses
that my people can't afford
they tell me to go to school and come back to help my country
they know that while I am away they can sell my land
they talk of poverty and the effects it has on my people
yet the only true poor are they in spirit
they have a short memory
they have forgotten that we lived on camps
we lived behind barbed wire
us women were raped
our children went hungry
our men were broken
they talk of their tribesmen
they forget that when they look at us,
they see filthy African
not Luo
not Kalenjin
not Kikuyu
not Muslim
not Christian
not rich
not slum dweller
they see slave
they look at my land
not because they are hungry
but because it is only a matter of time
before the "they" that we have become kills us
they talk about new cabinet ministers
they talk about a new consititution
they talk
while my eyes we closed
my children have become slaves
my children are squatters
my children
our children
it is only a matter of time
before we live on camps again
while my eyes were closed
my people lay dead
bleeding the same blood
that Dedan bled
they sold my land
they are selling my people
they talk of politics in the near future
of 2007
while they sell my land
land that Dedan died for
to build houses
that my people can't afford
they tell me to go to school and come back to help my country
they know that while I am away they can sell my land
they talk of poverty and the effects it has on my people
yet the only true poor are they in spirit
they have a short memory
they have forgotten that we lived on camps
we lived behind barbed wire
us women were raped
our children went hungry
our men were broken
they talk of their tribesmen
they forget that when they look at us,
they see filthy African
not Luo
not Kalenjin
not Kikuyu
not Muslim
not Christian
not rich
not slum dweller
they see slave
they look at my land
not because they are hungry
but because it is only a matter of time
before the "they" that we have become kills us
they talk about new cabinet ministers
they talk about a new consititution
they talk
while my eyes we closed
my children have become slaves
my children are squatters
my children
our children
it is only a matter of time
before we live on camps again
while my eyes were closed
my people lay dead
bleeding the same blood
that Dedan bled
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
flat earth
No I haven't fallen off the face of the earth. Although I sometimes wish I could. It a gray day and I am suffering from lazinitis. I should be doing assignments and mapping out the course of my future. I should. Tomorrow.
I realised today how important it is to pronounce a person's name correctly. After my name was called out twice in a familiar but very wrong manner I made a vow that from now on I won't hesitate to speak up and correct the person.
I am not "Waynewbi" I promise that is not my name and neither is it the pronounciation of my name.
I am however allowed to pretend I don't know who the person is talking to. Especially if I know I am in trouble. I wonder if this will work if I am pulled over by a cop.
I realised today how important it is to pronounce a person's name correctly. After my name was called out twice in a familiar but very wrong manner I made a vow that from now on I won't hesitate to speak up and correct the person.
I am not "Waynewbi" I promise that is not my name and neither is it the pronounciation of my name.
I am however allowed to pretend I don't know who the person is talking to. Especially if I know I am in trouble. I wonder if this will work if I am pulled over by a cop.
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
small miracles, big change
Moaning about what needs to be done will not make things get done. It is the sprit of those who take the step to make small things happen. To make miracles.I came across the story of a man who using camels travels the desert with a mobile camel library. It's not much. He could be like many who sit in the sun, wondering when the sun will set. Yet he travels to bring the understanding of how the sun sets to others through books.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/shared/spl/hi/picture_gallery/05/africa_kenyan_camel_library/html/1.stm
It takes a small move. You know the story of the butterfly and the tsunami. It's for a reason that this story is told.
What's your move?
Saturday, October 22, 2005
Sunday, October 16, 2005
kifo cha Bee cha tangazwa...
Bee, 88, Kenyan Artist and Founder of the Women’s Center
Bee, artist, died of heart failure at home on Pemba Island on Friday. She was 88.
Born in Kenya, Bee moved to the United States in 2003. She held a bachelor’s in Social Development and a PhD in Development Studies.
Bee saw her dream of opening a Women’s Center realized in 2010 in Nairobi and later in other developing countries which include Barcelona in Spain, Madras in India, and Quito in Ecuador. The centers continue to operate under her desire for women to learn from each other’s experiences.
She was an avid supporter of soccer as a way to educate the youth and together with her husband, set up a soccer training camp in Nyeri.
“In the last week she spent a lot of time in her workshop. Painting,” said her closest friend Cirdan. “It was as if she was devoting the last of her energy to the thing she loved most.”
“She was such a simple person, by looking at her it was impossible to know that she had worked throughout her life to create these women’s centers,” said Maria DeCosta, the Director of the Ecuador Center. “Her work has changed the lives of many women, young and old in countries with highly impoverished populations of women.”
Bee also enjoyed outdoor camping, backpacking and hang gliding. "She loved nature and was an adventurous companion when it came to camping," said Mr. Bee, her husband.
Her family and friends will be gathering on Friday at the Uprising Football Club in Nyeri for a celebration of love. Come ready to dance and play soccer, at this nighttime barbeque. No flowers please. Please bring a candle. Donations can be made to the Women’s Centers in your nearest country or to the Uprising Football Club.
“Her work changed the lives of many women, in many poor countries,” said Maria DeCosta, the Director of the Spain Women’s Center.
She is survived by her husband of 64 years, Mr. Bee, among much family.
Bee, artist, died of heart failure at home on Pemba Island on Friday. She was 88.
Born in Kenya, Bee moved to the United States in 2003. She held a bachelor’s in Social Development and a PhD in Development Studies.
Bee saw her dream of opening a Women’s Center realized in 2010 in Nairobi and later in other developing countries which include Barcelona in Spain, Madras in India, and Quito in Ecuador. The centers continue to operate under her desire for women to learn from each other’s experiences.
She was an avid supporter of soccer as a way to educate the youth and together with her husband, set up a soccer training camp in Nyeri.
“In the last week she spent a lot of time in her workshop. Painting,” said her closest friend Cirdan. “It was as if she was devoting the last of her energy to the thing she loved most.”
“She was such a simple person, by looking at her it was impossible to know that she had worked throughout her life to create these women’s centers,” said Maria DeCosta, the Director of the Ecuador Center. “Her work has changed the lives of many women, young and old in countries with highly impoverished populations of women.”
Bee also enjoyed outdoor camping, backpacking and hang gliding. "She loved nature and was an adventurous companion when it came to camping," said Mr. Bee, her husband.
Her family and friends will be gathering on Friday at the Uprising Football Club in Nyeri for a celebration of love. Come ready to dance and play soccer, at this nighttime barbeque. No flowers please. Please bring a candle. Donations can be made to the Women’s Centers in your nearest country or to the Uprising Football Club.
“Her work changed the lives of many women, in many poor countries,” said Maria DeCosta, the Director of the Spain Women’s Center.
She is survived by her husband of 64 years, Mr. Bee, among much family.
Monday, October 10, 2005
Why I love Kenya...
Because of everything. I love Kenya. I love Africa. I am feeling patriotic. Bless my soul.
And I love Kenya because of:
http://www7.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/0509/feature2/index.html
Don't be bothered by the rather dispassionate speech from the photographer. He likes taking pictures. He missed Nairobi as it is. Nice pictures though...
Stay posted for my obituary.
And I love Kenya because of:
http://www7.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/0509/feature2/index.html
Don't be bothered by the rather dispassionate speech from the photographer. He likes taking pictures. He missed Nairobi as it is. Nice pictures though...
Stay posted for my obituary.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
R.I.P
I had to write my obituary yesterday. I know, I know I have tupad workshop. No really it was for a class "Death and Dying" that I strategically found myself taking.
As I was thinking about it late one night while I soaked in the tub, I wondered how long it would take before anyone realised I had died. I have a roomate who is not often home and I imagined him discovering my naked body, probably with a nearby floating wine glass. Not the best way to die.
No, in writing my obituary I had to think about how I wanted to die. I said congenital heart failure, taking the easy way out. I had visions of me dying after I jumped out of an aircraft but I didn't think I could do that at 88 and not make it difficult to clean up after the mess.
Then I realised, that I actually do have to die. Me. I am going to have to die. Death does not infact happen to other people!
As I was thinking about it late one night while I soaked in the tub, I wondered how long it would take before anyone realised I had died. I have a roomate who is not often home and I imagined him discovering my naked body, probably with a nearby floating wine glass. Not the best way to die.
No, in writing my obituary I had to think about how I wanted to die. I said congenital heart failure, taking the easy way out. I had visions of me dying after I jumped out of an aircraft but I didn't think I could do that at 88 and not make it difficult to clean up after the mess.
Then I realised, that I actually do have to die. Me. I am going to have to die. Death does not infact happen to other people!
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
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.
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.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
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...
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...
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
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."
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?
Thursday, September 08, 2005
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
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
Monday, May 30, 2005
JKIA
When I got onto that flight 4 days ago I did not think it would be the longest flight ever. Why does going home take longer than going to uteto?
They zimaad the lights in the aircraft before landing, saying it was procedure. I figure that it was so that the controllers at JKIA will know it is an aircraft and not a ma3.
Okay let me stop.
I'm home and that is all that matters.
Bee.
They zimaad the lights in the aircraft before landing, saying it was procedure. I figure that it was so that the controllers at JKIA will know it is an aircraft and not a ma3.
Okay let me stop.
I'm home and that is all that matters.
Bee.
Sunday, May 08, 2005
I'm a material girl
Let's face it. I want a comfortable life. And I want money to pay for it. Is there a man out there who is willing to work with me to get that comfortable life? No listen, I am not talking about a Ferrrari or a villa in Italy, no nothing like that...although now that I think about it... Bear with me, seriously. We go through high school, university and sacrifice somethings along the way. Your parents and those before you have sacrificed to bring you where you are. You are where they wanted to be one day.
I recently asked if you would agree to be a house husband, have the "wife" bring the bacon home. Ladies would you be happy with that agreement? What is the partnership in money making within the family? Is the wife's household contribution equivalent to the husband's corporate job. Does it still work in reverse?
There is no lying about it, when I look at a man and a future, I wonder if he can take care of me materially. Is this a traditonal viewpoint or is this simply the animal instinct in me? What do you admit to looking for in a future lifelong mate? Our forefathers asked for a woman to have a "strong back."
What is your thing that breaks you down to your basic?
I recently asked if you would agree to be a house husband, have the "wife" bring the bacon home. Ladies would you be happy with that agreement? What is the partnership in money making within the family? Is the wife's household contribution equivalent to the husband's corporate job. Does it still work in reverse?
There is no lying about it, when I look at a man and a future, I wonder if he can take care of me materially. Is this a traditonal viewpoint or is this simply the animal instinct in me? What do you admit to looking for in a future lifelong mate? Our forefathers asked for a woman to have a "strong back."
What is your thing that breaks you down to your basic?
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
incredibly delirious
Have you ever felt it. That happiness that kicks you in the stomach and throws you to the world laughing. The birds migrated leaving a sunny day and a joy that lifts to kiss the puffy white clouds that bear my dreams.
I am happy. Seriously.
And it happened one weekend when it became clear over, Fela Kuti's music and in the darkness of my mind. I saw the flicker of a flame. I am burning with it now.
This is how I can be happy. I can not try to explain it. I shall instead sit and let the lingering spirit tickle me. Giggling like the little girl I used to be.
I also have schoolwork to do...
I am happy. Seriously.
And it happened one weekend when it became clear over, Fela Kuti's music and in the darkness of my mind. I saw the flicker of a flame. I am burning with it now.
This is how I can be happy. I can not try to explain it. I shall instead sit and let the lingering spirit tickle me. Giggling like the little girl I used to be.
I also have schoolwork to do...
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