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Same script different casts

Posted: February 8, 2008 in Life

I designed this last year for Darfur’s plight, without a stint of an idea that Kenya would cry the same tears. For a moment, things took a sudden turn. I’ve been quiet. Maybe because I felt that this time the pen wouldn’t be mightier, so writing was shadowed by my reflections that are better left un-uttered in detail.

Now here is the same piece that I wrote for Darfur that I am writing for my Kenya. Bet its just another case of same script, different casts. I am heavy.

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Another crime of passion

Posted: November 14, 2007 in Life

Hell hath no fury like a  ‘jilted’ lover who stabbed her campus boyfriend to death. The student, said to be from Baraton,  got winds that her boyfriend was cheating and decided to pay him a surprise visit.

“It is said that a brief confrontation ensued before the suspect pulled out a kitchen knife and stabbed the student several times in the chest and stomach.” The Nation reports.“He died as he was being rushed to the university’s health centre.”

Isn’t this becoming cliche?  To a point that news editors prefer stuffing such in the brief sections and only finding place in noisy FM channels. Like I heard in Classic FM, a conspiracy between  two sisters to castrated a man (who is one of their husbands) to serve him a life long lesson. What’s with this craze? Our own Kaz, Project Fame contestant is a victim of this psychotic affairs when her ex allegedly posted her nude photos on the web. Most women being incarcerated is to due revenge on their male spouses for cheating or battering. The penalty I find a slightly unfair. I imagine the student is now serving in prison, probably 10 years plus, when she should have graduated and been somebody.

Piece of advise:

When you catch him or her pants down, call the tabloids as a way of hitting back- just as one micheiveuous somebody did to one boy,  code name…Ochilo.

… To be continued 🙂

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1. Eagles fly alone at a high altitude and not with sparrows or mix with other smaller birds. Birds of a feather flock together. No other bird goes to the height of the eagle. Eagles fly with eagles. Never in a flock. Even when Moses (Old Testament Bible) went to commune with God on the mountain, he left the crowd at the foothills. Stay away from sparrows and ravens. Eagles fly with eagles.

2. Eagles have strong vision, which focuses up to 5 kilometers from the air. When an eagle sites prey- even a rodent from this distance, he narrows his focus on it and sets out to get it. No matter the obstacle, the eagle will not move his focus from the prey until he grabs it. Have a vision and remain focused no matter what the obstacle and you will succeed.

3. Eagles do not eat dead things. He feeds on fresh prey. Vultures eat dead animals but not eagles. Steer clear of outdated and old information. Do your research well always.

4. The Eagle is the only bird that loves the storm. When clouds gather, the eagles get excited. The eagle uses the wings of the storm to rise and is pushed up higher. Once it finds the wing of the storm, the eagle stops flapping and uses the pressure of the raging storm to soar the clouds and glide. This gives the eagle an opportunity to rest its wings. In the meantime all the other birds hide in the leaves and branches of the trees. We can use the storms of our lives (obstacles, trouble, etc) to rise to greater heights. Achievers relish challenges and use them profitably.

5. The Eagle tests before it trusts. When a female eagle meets a male and they want to mate, she flies down to earth with the male pursing her and she picks a twig. She flies back into the air with the male pursuing her.

Once she has reached a height high enough for her, she lets the twig fall to the ground and watches it as it falls. The male chases after the twig. The faster it falls, the faster he chases until he reaches it and has to catch it before it falls to the ground, then bring it back to the female eagle. The female eagle grabs the twig and flies to a much higher altitude pursued by the male until she perceives it high enough, and then drops the twig for the male to chase. This goes on for hours, with the height increasing until the female eagle is assured that the male eagle has mastered the art of picking the twig which shows commitment, then and only then, will she allow him to mate with her! Whether in private life or in business, one should test commitment of people intended for partnership.

6. Eagles prepare for training. When about to lay eggs, the female and male eagle identify a place very high on a cliff where no predators can reach; the male flies to earth and picks thorns and lays them on the crevice of the cliff, then flies to earth again to collect twigs which he lays in the intended nest. He flies back to earth picks thorns and lays them on top of the twigs. He flies back to earth and picks soft grass to cover the thorns, and then flies back to pick rugs to put on the grass. When this first layering is complete the male eagle runs back to earth and picks more thorns, lays them on the nest; runs back to get grass and rugs and lays them on top of the thorns, then plucks his feathers to complete the nest. The thorns on the outside of the nest protect it from possible intruders. Both male and female eagles participate in raising the eagle family. She lays the eggs and protects them; he builds the nest and hunts. During the time of training the young ones to fly, the mother eagle throws the eaglets out of the nest and because they are scared, they jump into the nest again.

Next, she throws them out and then takes off the soft layers of the nest, leaving the thorns bare. When the scared eaglets jump into the nest again, they are pricked by thorns. Shrieking and bleeding they jump out again this time wondering why the mother and father who love them so much are torturing them. Next, mother eagle pushes them off the cliff into the air.

As they shriek in fear, father eagle flies out and picks them up on his back before they fall, and brings them back to the cliff. This goes on for sometime until they start flapping their wings. They get excited at this newfound knowledge that they can fly and not fall at such a fast rate.

The father and mother eagle supports them with their wings.

The preparation of the nest teaches us to prepare for changes;

The preparation for the family teaches us that active participation of both partners leads to success;

The being pricked by the thorns tells us that sometimes being too comfortable where we are may result into our not experiencing life, not progressing and not learning at all. The thorns of life come to teach us that we need to grow, get out of the nest and love on. We may not know it but the seemingly comfortable and safe haven may have thorns;

The people who love us do not let us languish in sloth but push us hard to grow and prosper. Even in their seemingly bad actions they have good intentions for us.

7. When the Eagle grows old, his feathers become weak and cannot take him as fast as he should. When he feels weak and about to die, he retires to a place far away in the rocks. While there, he plucks out every feather on his body until he is completely bare. He stays in this hiding place until he has grown new feathers, then he can come out. We occasionally need to shed off old habits & items that burden us without adding to our lives…

“As an eagle stirreth up her nest, fluttereth over her young, spreadeth abroad her wings, taketh them, beareth them on her wings:” -Deuteronomy 32:11

Life’s a circus for the CLOWNS

Posted: May 29, 2007 in Life

This is sooo cool, this is how i spent my afternoon marvelling over the power of an

That’s Jane….she’s just recovered from malaria….did u ask whether it was celebral?

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Eve was ish ish about the whle idea…but heck, but couldnt resit the temptation

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yeah that’s me…

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This one was so cool

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Now that’s Jayz’s look a like

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My long days, and shortest nights…because of their plots…..Of my tears, and their shame ….

My joy, their spite and envy

My ambition, their threat….

My opportunity, their weakness, their foul

My silence- their victory, my greatest victory

They pursue such intents with so much fervor just to bring you down and watch you slither, it’s almost admirable. Yet you cannot overlook their significance in our individuality. Rise up, scuttle to your destiny and when the dust settles, you’ll realize it’s the hater you should have pitied.

Do you have a hater…you should…. But don’t make one.

Big fish

Posted: April 22, 2007 in Life

Hi people last week there was so much tension in my life. I had applied to be Editor- in-Chief for our campus newspaper. I was sucked away by fright and the feeling climaxed during the handing over ceremony. So many prayers had been made and what was left were the…. drum rolls, I am the one. So this means I’ll writing more than before, to set a pace forth in writing. Thank you all who had my back. what’s next?… my predecessors kenyananalyst, olivermwandishi, kamary, zakayo, have forewarned me of the pressure that beckons.

Mombasa, where my clothes once were…

Posted: December 20, 2006 in Life

It once happened that this goon approached me and my girlfriend near a public beach in Mombasa, innocently inciting us to ‘assist’ some ‘stranded’ tourists in dire need.  In other words, he was a pimp and he thought we were whores. (Cough … If you could forgive my French).

However, after a little pillow reflection, I tried to figure whether we might have by chance provoked that man’s wildest thoughts to imagine us as off duty prostitutes. Well, my apparel was decent in every sense of the word to my Bishop, Mother or even the staunchest of nuns. I was decent. I failed to untangle the mystery string until…

I grew a little older and learnt that there exists laws against my kind.  They blame it on our  choice of apparel, they blame it on my skin complexion. It is a crime for should dare a black Kenyan girl walk unaccompanied in some locations  at the Coast.

Many of such have recurred, white old men ogling  or even blatantly approaching to make offers, Kenyan mid aged men pulling over roadsides just by the sight to offer ‘rides’. As a result, the police have posted tough warnings against females found loitering at the beaches.

This 30% (see chart below published in a Kenyan daily) ideology has left the 70% of us vulnerable of such debased suspicions.

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After all, it is appalling for a black Kenyan female to afford a drink and even more at a fancy hotel . And what business would a black girl have at a five star resort, unaccompanied  and is neither a waitress, bartender or a cleaner?

I am going back home, to Mombasa district, in the Coast Kenya where my heart is and most of my clothes are,  aware of the prejudice that awaits. That to me is like a homecoming- not feeling at home in your own home, and while at it I’ll try and have a forgiving Christmas

Have a forgiving Chrismas, y’all who feel me.