This is not a rant,rather a celebration of a road show I was on for the last four days.I wasn't sure what to expect from it especially since it was with a vernacular radio station and am not that conversant with that particular language.Well it turned out to be loads of fun,sort of like going for a road trip with stop-overs along the way to meet the people.It also involved the consumption of copious amounts of alcohol which means guaranteed fun and games,not to mention romance:-)
Anyway, lets talk about the romance part.I was the only newbie young chic around and that in addition to free drinks means that I had my pick of the men around me to choose from.Did i mention that I had a ball:-0They were all very different,some were famous but mostly talked to me in Kikuyu which as i said ,i don't fully understand the smiling and nodding got tired pretty fast.Some thought they were gods gift to women,me in particular:-)and really one can only take such arrogance in small doses.
Lets talk about SD,(every time i say this name i smile) we bonded so much that we got a common name.We met because we both wanted to go to the local town and eat a reasonably priced meal.So we left the overpriced lodge we were staying in thanks to the company and headed to town for some meat and drinks.we got to talking but not too much cos he said he was rather tired,so he went to sleep and we went to party.
The next day we barely got to meet during the day because he was on the whole day so again we met over dinner in yet a different town.we then went for drinkd and finally got to sit down and get to know each other.The thing is we fight a lot mostly because i tease him a lot and he's a sensitive soul,but then we make up and the cycle continues until we kiss.
We kissed,we talked then kissed some more and for a while forgot everything and everyone else.It was one of those perfect moments that don't come everyday.There was no pressure for anything more it was just living for the moment and getting to know each other.He left the next day so I didn't get another moment,but i must say short as it was it was the highlight of my trip.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Friday, October 14, 2011
THE SEARCH FOR MR RIGHT...
I'm hungry,
for the feel of a mans arms around me,
not just any man but that special one,
the one man with the ability to make my heart race just by looking at me in a certain way,
the one who makes me feel special just by the way he looks at me,talks to me,treats me,holds me,
the one with whom am comfortable enough to speak my mind,and he doesn't judge the content that comes out,
he just accepts me with all my flaws and still finds me special,
I'm hungry.
I wonder is too late for me,have i exhausted the potion of good men that was allocated to me,
the ones who were either too tall,too short,too dumb,too weak,to taken,to in-love or just not good enough.
Did i pass him by without knowing that he was something special,the one just for me?
was i too picky,should i have settled for one who was not too bad as men go?
or is he out there somewhere,searching for that special someone just like me,
time will tell,it always does,in the meantime though,
I'm hungry.
for the feel of a mans arms around me,
not just any man but that special one,
the one man with the ability to make my heart race just by looking at me in a certain way,
the one who makes me feel special just by the way he looks at me,talks to me,treats me,holds me,
the one with whom am comfortable enough to speak my mind,and he doesn't judge the content that comes out,
he just accepts me with all my flaws and still finds me special,
I'm hungry.
I wonder is too late for me,have i exhausted the potion of good men that was allocated to me,
the ones who were either too tall,too short,too dumb,too weak,to taken,to in-love or just not good enough.
Did i pass him by without knowing that he was something special,the one just for me?
was i too picky,should i have settled for one who was not too bad as men go?
or is he out there somewhere,searching for that special someone just like me,
time will tell,it always does,in the meantime though,
I'm hungry.
Friday, September 30, 2011
SECRETS OF THE WEALTHY by Michael murumba
I just had to share this gem that I came across in a blog called Murumba's arm chair.....enjoy
The meeting was organized by Fountain Enterprises Program headed by one Mr. John Githaka who is the founder and CEO.
With my pen and notebook (as usual) I put down some notes that were worth sharing..
Mr. Githaka says he was so ambitious from childhood that he achieved to join the only secondary school he ever wished of joining (while everybody selected 3 school, he only did did one school), went to the university he dreamt and pursued the career he ever wished.
But after becoming an architect (the only job he knows he could make money without struggling) he realized that still he didn’t have the clout and clamor of a billionaire. He wanted to make more money. So he listed down 10 billionaires in Kenya. The likes of Njenga Karume, John Michuki, Chris Kirubi, Mwai Kibaki etc and embarked on a study about these people. His main aim was to discover what happened with them. When was their turning point? What did they discover? What do they do? What don’t they do?
Obviously, these are normal men, with normal upbringing and faced same challenges as their peers but there came a time when the broke loose from their peers and ended up where they are.
So in 3 years, he tried and met 9 out of the 10 billionaires just to try and discover them. After interacting with them, he found 5 things about these guys that they have in common and that has made them be where an what they are.
The five things are:
1. They understand the power of many (numbers.)
The richer you are the further you go away from your business (the more you disassociate self from the business) but the poorer you are, the more you want to identify with your business.
Successful business people do not have “my business” they have “our business idea.” That’s why when you go to a place like Silver prings hotel, chances are some employees there do not know who owns the place and have never seen him/her. But when you go to a poor person’s business, that person is always there worse even as the cashier, accountant, attendant etc.
The trick of business success is in numbers not in self. As long a you have a personal business called “mine” then be sure you are headed to poverty.
People die but companies don’t die.
2. They are serious borrowers.
Borrowing money is their cup of tea and their signature. If you have never borrowed money, you will never lend money. And cant lend it if you don’t have it.
A bank is a broker between the poor and the rich. The only place where the two meet is in a bank. The poor brings the money and the rich takes it. A poor person saves the money because they have more money than their thinking capacity. So they keep the money there so they can go and think what to do with it… Rich people come to pick that money because they have many ideas than the money they have. So they come to pick that money to go implement those great ideas. Only poor people operate savings and fixed deposit accounts. Fixed deposit accounts are for the living dead. People who undertake and commit that they will not think about any idea for that money until the expiry of that period of time, and that if they end thinking and what that money, then they will be penalized. Rich people operate current accounts. Therefore, a bank exists purposely for 2 reasons:
A) For the poor to bring in the money
B) For the rich to come and take it away.
Banks make more money from borrowers than savers. Hence they respect the former more.
3. They have high level NETWORKS!
These people as explained in the 1st point believe the power of many. As a result, they have many likeminded friends who can be of benefit to them. They have friends all over. Rich people have no age, tribal, geographical or gender boundaries. It doesn’t matter who or what you are. As long as you are of value to their venture.
Building such networks need a lot of travelling and interacting with people. People never get rich in their hometown.
Somebody who dreams of being rich, regardless of their age or status, must have; A Driving license (because they will own a car – its criminal to be seeing cars everyday but never own one.), A passport (because you must travel widely to expand your networks and to sharpen your mindset – If you have been buying a suit in Kenya for Ksh. 30, 000) and find it in China at Ksh. 800, your language and ideas change.) and you must know how to swim because you are going to have fun and relax.
4. They are great RISK TAKERS!
As long as you avoid taking risks, you are headed to the grave a poor fellow. Taking risks is like walking in the dark. You know where you are going but can’t see there. Better still, you are more confident and secure when you are accompanied than when alone. The more people you are the more secure hence the 1st point. Risk taking is about numbers.
5. They have read the BIBLE!
They understand and make use of the parable of the sower. The seed is the shilling. They put the shilling on the fertile land. They simply know where to put their money and where not to put their money. They understand the current business trends and make business decisions with this in mind.
If you bought a plot 5 years ago at Ksh. 500, 000 you are worth nothing 5 years later but that plot even if it will be worth 2M. A rich person will invest that same money somewhere where it will be worth 2B within the same period of time. That’s why you find a 2-bedroom house varying from Ksh. 2,000 to Sh. 80,00 or even more from one place to another. Or a cup of tea ranging from Ksh. 5 bob to Ksh. 1,000. Yet when you ask all these business people, you will discover that each of them decided the price. Why the variance? They know the value chain.
In business the “Higher you go, the cooler it becomes…..and the lesser the pressure.”
A landlord collecting Ksh. 2,000 for a 2-bedroom house has more problems than his colleague collecting Ksh. 80,000 for the same house elsewhere. While one has to literally come collecting payments at 4am every 1st day of the month (lest the tenant escapes), the other’s money is safely banked in his account even before the month ends. While one can even bargain with the tenant about the rent, the other is fixed, and you either or leave it. While one regardless of the cheap rent has few tenants, the other has a problem of too many tenants coming to look for housing.
Same with the tea business. The one for Ksh. 5bob, the cup is bigger than the Ksh. 1,000. Yet the 5bob one can even “choma” you if you are not full or even can pay later if you don’t have cash. Unlike the Ksh. 1,000 one. Chances are the Ksh. 5 bob businessman doesn’t even have a bank account or goes to save. And he does everything in his business.
Know where to put your money. Create value for your cash don’t battle with market prices. They are not your limit.
Its better to be the last among the rich than to be the 1st among the poor.
A poor (POOR) is one who Passes Over Opportunities Repeatedly.
Food for thought
The meeting was organized by Fountain Enterprises Program headed by one Mr. John Githaka who is the founder and CEO.
With my pen and notebook (as usual) I put down some notes that were worth sharing..
Mr. Githaka says he was so ambitious from childhood that he achieved to join the only secondary school he ever wished of joining (while everybody selected 3 school, he only did did one school), went to the university he dreamt and pursued the career he ever wished.
But after becoming an architect (the only job he knows he could make money without struggling) he realized that still he didn’t have the clout and clamor of a billionaire. He wanted to make more money. So he listed down 10 billionaires in Kenya. The likes of Njenga Karume, John Michuki, Chris Kirubi, Mwai Kibaki etc and embarked on a study about these people. His main aim was to discover what happened with them. When was their turning point? What did they discover? What do they do? What don’t they do?
Obviously, these are normal men, with normal upbringing and faced same challenges as their peers but there came a time when the broke loose from their peers and ended up where they are.
Mr. Githaka with some of the guests
The five things are:
1. They understand the power of many (numbers.)
The richer you are the further you go away from your business (the more you disassociate self from the business) but the poorer you are, the more you want to identify with your business.
Successful business people do not have “my business” they have “our business idea.” That’s why when you go to a place like Silver prings hotel, chances are some employees there do not know who owns the place and have never seen him/her. But when you go to a poor person’s business, that person is always there worse even as the cashier, accountant, attendant etc.
The trick of business success is in numbers not in self. As long a you have a personal business called “mine” then be sure you are headed to poverty.
People die but companies don’t die.
2. They are serious borrowers.
Borrowing money is their cup of tea and their signature. If you have never borrowed money, you will never lend money. And cant lend it if you don’t have it.
A bank is a broker between the poor and the rich. The only place where the two meet is in a bank. The poor brings the money and the rich takes it. A poor person saves the money because they have more money than their thinking capacity. So they keep the money there so they can go and think what to do with it… Rich people come to pick that money because they have many ideas than the money they have. So they come to pick that money to go implement those great ideas. Only poor people operate savings and fixed deposit accounts. Fixed deposit accounts are for the living dead. People who undertake and commit that they will not think about any idea for that money until the expiry of that period of time, and that if they end thinking and what that money, then they will be penalized. Rich people operate current accounts. Therefore, a bank exists purposely for 2 reasons:
A) For the poor to bring in the money
B) For the rich to come and take it away.
Banks make more money from borrowers than savers. Hence they respect the former more.
3. They have high level NETWORKS!
These people as explained in the 1st point believe the power of many. As a result, they have many likeminded friends who can be of benefit to them. They have friends all over. Rich people have no age, tribal, geographical or gender boundaries. It doesn’t matter who or what you are. As long as you are of value to their venture.
Building such networks need a lot of travelling and interacting with people. People never get rich in their hometown.
Somebody who dreams of being rich, regardless of their age or status, must have; A Driving license (because they will own a car – its criminal to be seeing cars everyday but never own one.), A passport (because you must travel widely to expand your networks and to sharpen your mindset – If you have been buying a suit in Kenya for Ksh. 30, 000) and find it in China at Ksh. 800, your language and ideas change.) and you must know how to swim because you are going to have fun and relax.
4. They are great RISK TAKERS!
As long as you avoid taking risks, you are headed to the grave a poor fellow. Taking risks is like walking in the dark. You know where you are going but can’t see there. Better still, you are more confident and secure when you are accompanied than when alone. The more people you are the more secure hence the 1st point. Risk taking is about numbers.
5. They have read the BIBLE!
They understand and make use of the parable of the sower. The seed is the shilling. They put the shilling on the fertile land. They simply know where to put their money and where not to put their money. They understand the current business trends and make business decisions with this in mind.
If you bought a plot 5 years ago at Ksh. 500, 000 you are worth nothing 5 years later but that plot even if it will be worth 2M. A rich person will invest that same money somewhere where it will be worth 2B within the same period of time. That’s why you find a 2-bedroom house varying from Ksh. 2,000 to Sh. 80,00 or even more from one place to another. Or a cup of tea ranging from Ksh. 5 bob to Ksh. 1,000. Yet when you ask all these business people, you will discover that each of them decided the price. Why the variance? They know the value chain.
In business the “Higher you go, the cooler it becomes…..and the lesser the pressure.”
A landlord collecting Ksh. 2,000 for a 2-bedroom house has more problems than his colleague collecting Ksh. 80,000 for the same house elsewhere. While one has to literally come collecting payments at 4am every 1st day of the month (lest the tenant escapes), the other’s money is safely banked in his account even before the month ends. While one can even bargain with the tenant about the rent, the other is fixed, and you either or leave it. While one regardless of the cheap rent has few tenants, the other has a problem of too many tenants coming to look for housing.
Same with the tea business. The one for Ksh. 5bob, the cup is bigger than the Ksh. 1,000. Yet the 5bob one can even “choma” you if you are not full or even can pay later if you don’t have cash. Unlike the Ksh. 1,000 one. Chances are the Ksh. 5 bob businessman doesn’t even have a bank account or goes to save. And he does everything in his business.
Know where to put your money. Create value for your cash don’t battle with market prices. They are not your limit.
Its better to be the last among the rich than to be the 1st among the poor.
A poor (POOR) is one who Passes Over Opportunities Repeatedly.
Food for thought
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Accepting the good things in life.
I cant really complain,I think that life is going well,considering ;am officially exclusively dating which I haven't done in like 3-4years(all of 1month and 21 days).I got a job in a company that people actually know(yippee for me),am not as broke as i was a few days ago.
But now that things are going relatively smoothly,I feel like am missing out on something(ironic is it not?) You see I am one of those people who either crave a high or a low,when life is moving along at a slow steady pace,then i feel like am loosing out on something really important.most of the time I end up doing something to upset the even keel of my life,I guess you could call it sabotaging myself.I finally know what it is apparently my personality type is tragic romantic.....well,I like the romantic bit of it.
Well I guess you could say that i had gotten used to mediocrity,you see I went through a period of depression and of course that comes with a whole lot of baggage,low self esteem being one of them.With low self esteem comes a lack of belief that you deserve anything good in your life.So when good things happen to,you end up messing it up and then you are back to being depressed.Its a nasty cycle.Hopefully this time i can learn to accept the good and change the bad for the better if i can.
But now that things are going relatively smoothly,I feel like am missing out on something(ironic is it not?) You see I am one of those people who either crave a high or a low,when life is moving along at a slow steady pace,then i feel like am loosing out on something really important.most of the time I end up doing something to upset the even keel of my life,I guess you could call it sabotaging myself.I finally know what it is apparently my personality type is tragic romantic.....well,I like the romantic bit of it.
Well I guess you could say that i had gotten used to mediocrity,you see I went through a period of depression and of course that comes with a whole lot of baggage,low self esteem being one of them.With low self esteem comes a lack of belief that you deserve anything good in your life.So when good things happen to,you end up messing it up and then you are back to being depressed.Its a nasty cycle.Hopefully this time i can learn to accept the good and change the bad for the better if i can.
Monday, June 13, 2011
If I Had My Life To Live Over by Erma Bombeck
I thought that this was really inspiring so i'd love to share it with you;
If I had my life to live over, I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television - and more while watching life.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.
I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner."
There would have been more "I love you's".. More "I'm sorrys" ...
But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute... look at it and really see it ... live it...and never give it back.
If I had my life to live over, I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television - and more while watching life.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.
I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner."
There would have been more "I love you's".. More "I'm sorrys" ...
But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute... look at it and really see it ... live it...and never give it back.
© Erma Bombeck
Friday, May 6, 2011
My Perfect Date
No great struggle was needed,
a rapport had already formed,
and the words flowed like a great river.
The strong current pushing the boulders away.
We spoke of many things,
lamented on the politics of our land,
philosophized on the various aspects of life,
there was never a lack of words,
and whenever our eyes met,
they would hold
almost as if there was a force drawing them to each other,
and we would smile and be happy,
it was enough that we were together.
The conversation ceased,
our minds otherwise occupied,
gazing deeply into each others eyes,
probing each others minds.
It felt like our souls had melted and melded into one,
and a warm mushy feeling surrounded my heart,
a feeling of security and hapiness,
a cocoon of contentment,
sort of like the feeling you get when you come home from a long trip.
a rapport had already formed,
and the words flowed like a great river.
The strong current pushing the boulders away.
We spoke of many things,
lamented on the politics of our land,
philosophized on the various aspects of life,
there was never a lack of words,
and whenever our eyes met,
they would hold
almost as if there was a force drawing them to each other,
and we would smile and be happy,
it was enough that we were together.
The conversation ceased,
our minds otherwise occupied,
gazing deeply into each others eyes,
probing each others minds.
It felt like our souls had melted and melded into one,
and a warm mushy feeling surrounded my heart,
a feeling of security and hapiness,
a cocoon of contentment,
sort of like the feeling you get when you come home from a long trip.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
On table manners
I met a guy in my local the other day and we got to talking,conversation was flowing,he was reasonably attractive and he was a banker.so as we were leaving we exchanged numbers,and chatted for a while before finally arranging to meet.i was so hopeful as I'd been single for a while and he had most of the qualities i look for in a man.
The first tip off should have been his choice of location,which was a noisy crowded restaurant opposite Jamia mall.But hey we met in a local so I couldn't really complain.so we met up,got a seat and proceeded to order.He ordered roast potatoes,chicken and coleslaw in that deep accented voice if his and in my head i was like"weuwe!",the food came and we proceeded to dig in.Shock on me when he grabbed the potatoes which were already in quarters(he didn't even wait for maji to wash his hands) and proceeded to mash them like you would Ugali,then he took some french beans mixed with the potatoes and mashed them some more all the while the soup is dripping down his hands.He then he popped the whole soggy mixture into his mouth,as he continues with whatever story he was telling me,He then grabs the chicken leg and opens his mouth wide to take a bite,mind you he hasn't swallowed the previous mixture!!.heeeee!!I was shocked,fascinated and disgusted all at the same time!My face must have shown a bit of what I was feeling and plus at this point I was just staring at him,my appetite had gone out of the window.So he asks me,'kwani you've never seen anyone eating with their hands?'like he was doing the most normal thing in the world!!!
Needless to say,that was the first and last date and I changed my local.What on earth?I wonder how he deals with his clients when he has to take them for lunch or something!!!
We take this things for granted that everyone was taught basic table skills like not talking with food in your mouth or elbows of the table. I have now officially added this as a requirement for my potential.Must have good table manners!!!!
The first tip off should have been his choice of location,which was a noisy crowded restaurant opposite Jamia mall.But hey we met in a local so I couldn't really complain.so we met up,got a seat and proceeded to order.He ordered roast potatoes,chicken and coleslaw in that deep accented voice if his and in my head i was like"weuwe!",the food came and we proceeded to dig in.Shock on me when he grabbed the potatoes which were already in quarters(he didn't even wait for maji to wash his hands) and proceeded to mash them like you would Ugali,then he took some french beans mixed with the potatoes and mashed them some more all the while the soup is dripping down his hands.He then he popped the whole soggy mixture into his mouth,as he continues with whatever story he was telling me,He then grabs the chicken leg and opens his mouth wide to take a bite,mind you he hasn't swallowed the previous mixture!!.heeeee!!I was shocked,fascinated and disgusted all at the same time!My face must have shown a bit of what I was feeling and plus at this point I was just staring at him,my appetite had gone out of the window.So he asks me,'kwani you've never seen anyone eating with their hands?'like he was doing the most normal thing in the world!!!
Needless to say,that was the first and last date and I changed my local.What on earth?I wonder how he deals with his clients when he has to take them for lunch or something!!!
We take this things for granted that everyone was taught basic table skills like not talking with food in your mouth or elbows of the table. I have now officially added this as a requirement for my potential.Must have good table manners!!!!
Friday, February 4, 2011
Is sex more important than a conversation
I've been having an ongoing debate with a guy I've been seeing(by this i mean going out for dinner,drinks and a movie once or twice)on whether it was time to take things to the next level or not.The thing is am at a stage in my life,where if I feel like we aren't connecting on a very basic level,if we cant have a basic conversation,then we haven't established enough intimacy to get together in such a personal way.Back to this guy lets call him Mr M.every time we would go out and more often than not I would go home pissed because of all the pressure he would heap on me to go to his house.We couldn't even watch a movie in peace without him trying to get all busy with me(refer to my blog on licking ears).
It reached a point where he got so insistent that I began to doubt myself and my decision.But then I got an epiphany and realized that I was right,you ought to be able to sit down with your potential lover and have a random conversation on anything under the sun.You ought to know your potential lover so well that one look at their face and you can almost tell what they are thinking,you can tell what their mood is.You need to establish a level of caring and intimacy with your potential lover before you take it to the next level,kwanza with all the diseases flying around....Ama?
It reached a point where he got so insistent that I began to doubt myself and my decision.But then I got an epiphany and realized that I was right,you ought to be able to sit down with your potential lover and have a random conversation on anything under the sun.You ought to know your potential lover so well that one look at their face and you can almost tell what they are thinking,you can tell what their mood is.You need to establish a level of caring and intimacy with your potential lover before you take it to the next level,kwanza with all the diseases flying around....Ama?
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
On licking ears!!
I was sitting here idly as I sometimes am,luckily today the gods smiled on me and my internet connection is up so I'm not too bored.I started thinking about the weirdest things that men have told me or done in an effort to get intimate with me. leading the pack is a guy who offered to clean out the wax in my ears!!I would have taken this as an insult except for the fact that I'd just cleaned out my ears that morning,so I was good:-)besides the point,eeeeew!!!anyone who ever stuck their finger in their ear and then to their mouth( when they were younger of course)knows that ear wax is really bitter and gross!!so who in their right mind would ever consider licking off anyone's ear wax!!!And he wasn't joking.Anyhu back to my story,he caught me unawares and proceeded to stick his wet,slimy tongue inside my ear like he was trying to get to my ear drum or something.I can honestly tell you that I cant think of a worse sensation,...what the hell?!?!seriously??This must be how people get ear infections!!!Just incase he ends up reading this:-If you must deal with the ear,blow gently into my ear,maybe nibble lightly on my earlobe under no circumstances do you use your tongue in my ear:-)
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
What happened to the emacipation of women?
I was listening to the radio on my way to work one morning. As usual it was tuned in to the classic 105 morning show with Maina Kageni and Mwalimu King’angi as the hosts. They usually have very interesting topics on marriage and relationships in general, on this particular day the topic was why women expect their money back once they lend to their husbands considering the fact that they are married and as such are considered as one. The call that stood out to me was a lady who called in, told us that she has been married for the last 15 years. Apparently for the duration of this time the husband has never bought a single thing for her or her children.
He has also never paid school fees, he’s never paid the rent, basically the lady takes care of all the expenses in the house.As if this were'nt enough,she bought a house and a car without this mans help.Now the astonishing bit to me is the fact that she proceeded to register them in her husbands name!!???what the hell?she bought all these things with her hard earned money! To quote her she said”being the African woman I am,I registered my property in my husbands name.’How ridiculous can one get?!Note the fact that this man is also working,he’s not ati lame or a cripple or anything.Then it hit me this is actually reversed roles,men,(kikuyu men)especially have been doing this for ages.Maybe this is the bad side of the emancipation of women,the total and complete reversal of roles!
FAITH
Have you ever driven,in the thick pouring rain,
water rushing down in torrents,
the clap of thunder loud and threatening,
the clouds,hanging low,thick,dark and menacing,
and you wonder will I ever get there?
you can barely see the car ahead of you,
only thing keeping you on the road,
the twin red lights ahead of you,
God forbid they should go off,or worse yet veer off
taking you along with them
To me that is faith
That beyond those twin lights is safety,
that he wont veer off and neither will you hit him
that no matter how bad it looks right now
you will get home.
Monday, January 10, 2011
FAR
People tell you that they have come from far,
they don't tell you what or where far was,
they don't describe what they underwent,
the feelings of failure,despair,self pity and shame,
for having let down the people who looked up to them oh so hopefully.
They who have made it,make the journey look simple and easy,
straightforward and not treacherous in any way,
they make it look like anyone can survive it,
so these days when I meet someone who says that they came from far,
I respect them because now I know what and where far is.
Its the land where people use,abuse and then cast you aside as though you were worthless,
Its where pride takes a backseat in your quest to survive,
where self confidence and esteem become a long gone but dearly missed companion,
where no one really listens to you or takes time to look at your face,
to see the utter dejection,hopelessness and defeat on it,
It's where you question the existence of God,
and why if he does exist,he doesn't hear you.
You begin to wonder,and ponder this prison that is far,
the roads appear to be blocked and the windows locked,
you cant see a way out,but....
there is a light in the horizon,if someone else made it out,
then so will you......
they don't tell you what or where far was,
they don't describe what they underwent,
the feelings of failure,despair,self pity and shame,
for having let down the people who looked up to them oh so hopefully.
They who have made it,make the journey look simple and easy,
straightforward and not treacherous in any way,
they make it look like anyone can survive it,
so these days when I meet someone who says that they came from far,
I respect them because now I know what and where far is.
Its the land where people use,abuse and then cast you aside as though you were worthless,
Its where pride takes a backseat in your quest to survive,
where self confidence and esteem become a long gone but dearly missed companion,
where no one really listens to you or takes time to look at your face,
to see the utter dejection,hopelessness and defeat on it,
It's where you question the existence of God,
and why if he does exist,he doesn't hear you.
You begin to wonder,and ponder this prison that is far,
the roads appear to be blocked and the windows locked,
you cant see a way out,but....
there is a light in the horizon,if someone else made it out,
then so will you......
Thursday, January 6, 2011
love,lust or just plain infatuation
Sometimes i ask myself,what love between a man and a woman really is,and how do u know that its love and not a crush or an infatuation,or lust-picture this,your date walks into a rowdy kind of bar,you know loud music,noisy kind of place and its like there's a spotlight on him,at least in your eyes,the music and conversations fade into the background as you lock eyes,and at that moment,no one else exists but the two of you,which is it,love,lust,infatuation,or a crush? Or picture this,your walking towards your date on a crowded busy street,he spots you,smiles,then reaches for your hand and pulls you towards him and gives you a tight hug,and a peck on the lips.and you,you get this warm mushy feeling inside.which is it,love,lust,a crush,or infatuation. Is love the feeling you get when you are so totally comfortable with someone,that you can tell him anything that pops into your head?is it when you've known each other for so long and so well that you can practically finish each others sentences? Is it love when you dont see each other for a really long time,but when u meet its like no time has passed and you pick up where u left off? Is it love,when you can talk for hours about nothing and everything,when u cry on each others shoulders and when you are in trouble the first person you call is him?and if it is love,is it romantic love? What bout when u see him,you want to rip his clothes off,and when you are with him,you cant think of anything else,you just want to kiss him ,touch him,caress him........and when you do get together,its so beautiful,it brings tears to your eyes,is that love or lust?is that infatuation or a crush? Is it love when he tells u a really bad joke,but u laugh anyway?or when he holds ur hand,or kisses ur forehead and u go all soft and mushy inside,is that love?
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