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Monday, July 28, 2008
Child Labour

Saturday, July 26, 2008
Cyber Crimes?

Thursday, July 24, 2008
Why you need this needle?

Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Carelessness leads to.....?

What you people think about carelessness?
Friday, July 18, 2008
What's the solution for poverty

Even though many rich are living in this world, even though many trusts are there to help the poor people, even though many Government plans are there to help the poor people in needy conditions. The one thing that is remaining strongly in each and every part of the world. It is none other than Poverty. Each and every one is one is getting affected through this problem and many lost their lives. No one seems to be taking any steps to help the people who are suffering through poverty. So many countries are affected due to this, especially Africa, India and so on. What' s the permanent solution for this? Can any one point out here? It's not possible to find the solution for this, at the same time it is too complex. But any way we all should join our hands together to help our brothers and sisters, right? Let us do some thing rather than speaking........
Monday, July 14, 2008
My Evasive Nyama Choma
News that at least four abattoirs had been closed down in Nairobi sometime this week hit me hard. In fact it was a slap across my broad face. Nyama choma (roasted meat) and my mouth are sworn blood brothers. Yeah, and literally so.
So, news that some principal slaughter houses in Nairobi had been closed down really jolted me. I started asking myself how I would get by the week with the thought that come weekend there might not be enough meat to serve the city thus I would end up not tasting my delicacy.
My employer might have noticed my disenchantment with life itself for he called me the other day asking what was “eating” me. He also pointed out that my work output was lackluster (to use his word). He said this was unlike me.
If only he knew what was bugging me, he might have sent me packing. Thank God he couldn’t read the thoughts that were doing their rounds in my head!
The authorities say that these abattoirs are in a sorry state sanitation-wise. They are very dirty and pose health risks to the “nyama choma” patrons (like yours truly).
But, seriously speaking, I thought fire can kill all manner of germs, worms and other such health risks that can “append their poison” in the meat I love so much. Roasted meat goes through fire, doesn’t it?
Can someone please, puliiiiz, do something about this state of affairs. I, like so many other Nairobians, need to get back to work with all the energy I can and could muster. This is energy that I can only get from my favourite delicacy “Nyam Chom”.
You slaughter house guys, clean up your act and make sure there is enough Nyama Choma to drown the city the moment I step out of the house this weekend. Somebody reading this?
So, news that some principal slaughter houses in Nairobi had been closed down really jolted me. I started asking myself how I would get by the week with the thought that come weekend there might not be enough meat to serve the city thus I would end up not tasting my delicacy.
My employer might have noticed my disenchantment with life itself for he called me the other day asking what was “eating” me. He also pointed out that my work output was lackluster (to use his word). He said this was unlike me.
If only he knew what was bugging me, he might have sent me packing. Thank God he couldn’t read the thoughts that were doing their rounds in my head!
The authorities say that these abattoirs are in a sorry state sanitation-wise. They are very dirty and pose health risks to the “nyama choma” patrons (like yours truly).
But, seriously speaking, I thought fire can kill all manner of germs, worms and other such health risks that can “append their poison” in the meat I love so much. Roasted meat goes through fire, doesn’t it?
Can someone please, puliiiiz, do something about this state of affairs. I, like so many other Nairobians, need to get back to work with all the energy I can and could muster. This is energy that I can only get from my favourite delicacy “Nyam Chom”.
You slaughter house guys, clean up your act and make sure there is enough Nyama Choma to drown the city the moment I step out of the house this weekend. Somebody reading this?
Thursday, July 10, 2008
“Love”…with an Eye on the Prize!
I don’t refute the claim that there is true love (and I know many people who are beneficiaries of this bug). But I know there are people who take advantage of people’s feelings in the pretext of “loving” them.
There are some women (and men) who would give their eye teeth to get hooked to a rich white man or woman with a long-term aim of settling abroad. This is very rife in Africa (particularly in Kenya).
The allure of the West has turned into an anthem to every Tom, Dick and Harry who wants to bid farewell to penury and (beggary). Many young people have the notion that if they go to the UK or the USA, their lives will change drastically (for the better!)
Most of them have found out that there is no easy way of hastening their steps to the $ and the £, than waltzing their way into the lives of male and female (white) tourists in the hope that they will eventually be whisked to the lands that they have always desired to travel to (and hopefully settle in).
Getting a Visa to countries such as the UK and the USA can prove hard because of the exhaustive (and equally exhausting!) procedures that are involved. But this is no hurdle to these gold digging young men who could traverse the most expansive ocean to get to the lands (and the money & opportunities) they aspire.
They tend to believe that falling in love with their white friends and getting married to them is a sure fire way of circumventing this obstacle. {But is it a solution, really?}
You’d care to see what some of the young men get married to: some very old, (moneyed, yes!), scrawny hags that would pass for anyone’s grandmother or better still, great grandmother!
I call such kind of love: “Love… with an Eye on the Prize!”
There are some women (and men) who would give their eye teeth to get hooked to a rich white man or woman with a long-term aim of settling abroad. This is very rife in Africa (particularly in Kenya).
The allure of the West has turned into an anthem to every Tom, Dick and Harry who wants to bid farewell to penury and (beggary). Many young people have the notion that if they go to the UK or the USA, their lives will change drastically (for the better!)
Most of them have found out that there is no easy way of hastening their steps to the $ and the £, than waltzing their way into the lives of male and female (white) tourists in the hope that they will eventually be whisked to the lands that they have always desired to travel to (and hopefully settle in).
Getting a Visa to countries such as the UK and the USA can prove hard because of the exhaustive (and equally exhausting!) procedures that are involved. But this is no hurdle to these gold digging young men who could traverse the most expansive ocean to get to the lands (and the money & opportunities) they aspire.
They tend to believe that falling in love with their white friends and getting married to them is a sure fire way of circumventing this obstacle. {But is it a solution, really?}
You’d care to see what some of the young men get married to: some very old, (moneyed, yes!), scrawny hags that would pass for anyone’s grandmother or better still, great grandmother!
I call such kind of love: “Love… with an Eye on the Prize!”
Sunday, July 06, 2008
Kenyans’ Blood is Crying Out
Mungiki-related murders; beheadings,
Violence, chaos, lawlessness,
Rivers of tears wept,
Hundreds of hearts wounded, punctured, frayed.
Parentless children,
Widowers, widows on the increase,
Dreams, aspirations, shattered;
The stark aftermath.
Extra-judicial executions,
The Force hauled over the coals,
Lambasted, cornered, quizzed
Denial came just naturally.
Mt Elgon, Kuresoi,
Pre-election violence, machetes at the ready,
Blood spilled, hundreds dead,
Homes fled, despair looms.
Post-election, Pandora’s Box’s yanked open,
Mayhem, anarchy, chaos, conflict,
Tribalistic chauvinism at its best,
Senseless killings reign supreme.
Innocent children, men and women,
At the mercy of unruly youths,
Nay, the Police with a tall order,
An order to shoot and kill.
Churches, not a safe haven,
Refuge seekers’ lives ‘strangulated’,
Burnt to ashes, they are,
Men, women, children.
Bullet-ridden bodies lie in morgues,
Hungry citizens await respite,
To start living again;
A murderous resolve solidifies.
Charred stumps,
Dot the hollowness in our hearts;
Smoldering embers,
Keep our latent emotions alive.
Violence, chaos, lawlessness,
Rivers of tears wept,
Hundreds of hearts wounded, punctured, frayed.
Parentless children,
Widowers, widows on the increase,
Dreams, aspirations, shattered;
The stark aftermath.
Extra-judicial executions,
The Force hauled over the coals,
Lambasted, cornered, quizzed
Denial came just naturally.
Mt Elgon, Kuresoi,
Pre-election violence, machetes at the ready,
Blood spilled, hundreds dead,
Homes fled, despair looms.
Post-election, Pandora’s Box’s yanked open,
Mayhem, anarchy, chaos, conflict,
Tribalistic chauvinism at its best,
Senseless killings reign supreme.
Innocent children, men and women,
At the mercy of unruly youths,
Nay, the Police with a tall order,
An order to shoot and kill.
Churches, not a safe haven,
Refuge seekers’ lives ‘strangulated’,
Burnt to ashes, they are,
Men, women, children.
Bullet-ridden bodies lie in morgues,
Hungry citizens await respite,
To start living again;
A murderous resolve solidifies.
Charred stumps,
Dot the hollowness in our hearts;
Smoldering embers,
Keep our latent emotions alive.
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Ode to the Charade: Zimbabwe
A sham, bloody deception,
The bounding, white army chanted.
Undemocratic, unparalleled injustice,
The tardy (nay, tacky), black army chorused.
Unrivalled travesty, perfect ambiguity,
The International community whimpered.
But the black man stood, ‘unstung’,
The virulent words falling on ‘barren’ ears.
“Keep your noises to yourselves,”
He advised the white and black alike.
The bandying of coloured words ensued,
All parties pulling the frayed reins.
Just before the snap of the frayed joints,
The black man cleared his throat:
“If you deem yourselves clean enough,
Be the first one to throw the stone!”
The white and black armies exchanged glances,
And voluntarily retreated to their hovels.
The bounding, white army chanted.
Undemocratic, unparalleled injustice,
The tardy (nay, tacky), black army chorused.
Unrivalled travesty, perfect ambiguity,
The International community whimpered.
But the black man stood, ‘unstung’,
The virulent words falling on ‘barren’ ears.
“Keep your noises to yourselves,”
He advised the white and black alike.
The bandying of coloured words ensued,
All parties pulling the frayed reins.
Just before the snap of the frayed joints,
The black man cleared his throat:
“If you deem yourselves clean enough,
Be the first one to throw the stone!”
The white and black armies exchanged glances,
And voluntarily retreated to their hovels.
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