How much you like Music?

Each and every one in this world likes Music, no one can go against this quote. From rich people to poor people, no exceptional cases for this. Music is common to every one and it is the one which unites every one in this World. It is of various kinds like Rock, Jazz, and so on. Many will have certain kinds of taste inside them and it varies from country to country. Each and every one is having their own taste of Music in their culture itself. This is true Culture is related to Music and vice versa. Music is having the power of curing some diseases and it has the power to change any thing. You people share the thing about Music that you have in your mind.

Love the Music, Love the Life

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Ragging - How far it mentally affects the students?

Many of you are not aware of the term "Ragging". Let us what it is actually means,

"'Ragging' means the doing of any act which causes, or is likely to cause any physical, psychological or physiological harm of apprehension or shame or embarrassment to a student, and includes– (a) teasing or abusing of playing Practical joke on, or causing hurt to any student. or (b) asking any student to do any act, or perform any thing, which he/she would not, in the ordinary course, be willing to do or perform."

These kind of things are happening in many Colleges, Educational institutions and so on. It happens mostly in India, Sri Lanka, Pakistan and in many other countries. Even though many bad results are coming through this kind of incident, no one seems to be taking this issue as an serious one and keep on doing these things in their respective Colleges and so on. But it is not possible to any one to feel the pain of others. Many students are getting affected because of this problem and the presence of many Govt. rules and regulations seems to be idle. Why no one realizing the real thing inside it?

Please stop Racism

All are equal in this world, then why should we fight with each other? What's the need for it? Many are fighting with each other, but one of the stupid reason is fighting with others because of color variation and so on related to it. This is one of the main problem that exist in each and every part of the world. Why should we fight because of this simple reason? God made us to born in this beautiful world and he only decides the color, face and so on. This is not the mistake of others, the why should we take this as an big issue and ti fight through it. If we all sit and think means then everything will become foolish and childish. So let us join our hands together and try to do some thing for this world, instead of fighting with each other.

Cheers friends...

Global Warming

Who am I to care about this World? Like this only many people are thinking here and no one worrying about the climatic changes that are keep on changing here. No one is ready to join their hands together to bring our world out from the Global warming problem. Due to the Air pollution like forest firing, Vehicle pollution, Industries pollution and so on, the Global Warming is keep on increasing here. One of the main causes is Deforestation and because of this so many problems are caused to this world. The lack of Rainfall is also one of the things which causes so many problems to us. What we are going to do for this? We all are having the responsibility to save our world. But who shows the interest, the answer is No. Why many people are not caring about this and keep on doing their personal work. The only solution is all of us should try to make some thing good for this world, otherwise our future will be????

Child Labour

People who have enough resources to bring their children up in life are spending money and doing any thing they they like to them. Whether those children make use of it or not that doesn't matter. This one part, what you people think about the other part. Yes the only solution for that family is sending their children to work. In order to run their family those parents are sending their children to the work. Even though many Govt. plans are existing here, no one is following it and no one is ready to accept that. Many companies are recruiting the children because of less salary and more work. Why those families are not thinking about the future of their children? They are very keen on spending the present day successfully by having enough amount of food, but they are caring about the future, right? Who knows the answer? Time only can answer it.....

Cyber Crimes?

The day when Internet is evolved, we all are having this problem in each and every part of this world. Ya the thing that we are going to discuss here is Cyber Crime. When one positive thing is present, at the same place one negative thing is also will be there. Likewise in Internet we all are having so many advantages, but as equal to it we all are having so many dis-advantages. One of the main dis-advantage is Cyber Crime. Now a days it is so popular because of the presence of so many hackers in this web world. Many knows how to do some malfunctions in Web world and they are doing it for their own purposes, in order to earn more from it. Even though many sources are available to save us from these people, they are doing it in a very advanced fashion. No one can able to get rid off them and to restrict them from doing. Who knows the solution for this?

Why you need this needle?

Do any one of you have idea about the thing that we are going to discuss here? Try to guess it by seeing the above photo. Ya you people are absolutely right, Drug is the thing that we are going to discuss here. Many youngsters got affected because of this habit especially college and school students. Even though they all are aware of the side effects through this habit, no one worry about it. For them they need that 1 or 2 minute satisfaction and enjoyment, that is what all they need. Why should we destroy this wonderful life by getting into these kind of habits? So many things are there to enjoy the life, but why many people prefer these kind of stuffs. Do you have any idea?

Forced one!!!!

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Carelessness leads to.....?

For many of the problems that exist in this world, the main reason is Carelessness. If Govt. put some rule means then no one will follow it and they will start to do the things that they like and not worrying about others. People like this don't concentrate in their own work and don't listen to other words. For example here I will tell you one example, here Government put one rule that "Don't use Cell phones while driving". But how many of them are obeying this rule. Recently I saw one accident which occurred due to Cell phone. Why no one obeying these kind of things? What's the reason for this? The person who driven the vehicle has died due to his carelessness..... Now you people got the meaning of my title?

What you people think about carelessness?

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........

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?

“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!”

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.

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.

My One Day Experience at a ‘Mjengo’ Job (Part 2)

My father and I set off for the construction site. My heart was heavy but I dared not be true to my feelings; I feared to ‘jolt’, to life, the latent fury of my father.

I will not forget the impression the Indian contractor made on me when I first saw him.

He was a short man with a slight paunch. He had such mean eyes that I felt like running away before I was introduced to him. His eyes reminded me of The Undertaker in wrestling.

When I was introduced to him, he gave me a penetrating look as if trying to judge whether ‘there was any work in me’. Then, rather coldly, he extended his inky hand for a handshake. I could feel the roughness of his calloused palm as it scraped against my soft, ‘naïve’, palm. A shudder ran up my arm.

To show that he was the one who called the shots there, he bade my father goodbye rather prematurely, and added, in heavy Indian accent: “Tutaelewana na kijana, wewe ondoka.”

He turned to me and said, “Chugua kajiko na ufuate wengne.” At first I did not understand his Kiswahili. But he repeated what he had said gesturing towards a spade that lay on the ground near his feet. Then I understood what he meant.

First things first, the spade I was told to pick up was among the heaviest things I had ever lifted. Anyway, how I managed to carry it to the construction site is somewhat abstruse. I lay it down, sighed and made to sit down. By a fluke of ‘good luck’ I looked up only to find the Indian close by, monitoring my every move.

His eyes seemed to tell me: “Boy, stand up and get to work or else I’ll fire you right here and now!” There was that conviction in them that I scrambled to my feet and set to do what the others were doing.

Then I caught my breath; my eyes glimmered and grew bigger to take in the whole scene. ‘My fellow workers’ were all muscle and brawn – as if they had gulped huge chunks of meat in their lifetime (and the chunks had wend their way into their biceps and chests!). And how they handled the spades was something to admire – the rhythm of their body movements; their glistening bodies; their rants, raves and heavy breathing, the works!

I looked down at myself: my weak hands, my equally flat chest and what next…I could not even handle an empty spade let alone when it was full of sand and gravel. A formidable, dampening spirit enveloped me; I was more than ready to throw in the towel.
But one thing held me back from facing the Indian contractor; the plain thought that it was my father who had ‘traversed’ the lengths of ‘landing’ me that job. It would be unfair to him if I gave up before I tasted what the job entailed.

To be continued…

My One Day Experience at a ‘Mjengo’ Job

That day, 13th of March, 1997 (a Thursday, if I am not wrong), I had been reading a very gripping novel by Danielle Steel. The title was Kaleidoscope. It was a particularly hot day. Come four o’clock, I went to bathe to remove the day’s heat from my body.
After the bath, I went back to our house and found my father there waiting for me.
(My father and I used to live at Starehe Boys’ School staff quarters for my father was working at the school at the time. My mum and the rest of the family had gone to live at our upcountry home.)
Before I went to my room, he called me and said: “I don’t see why you should just laze at home day in day out while you can do something with yourself and get paid for it.”
What did he mean by “lazing”? I had just finished my O levels the previous year. So, in essence, I was not lazing but was gathering momentum that would push me through the next academic phase in my life.
Before I could say anything, he continued: “I have talked to a mhindi contractor and he has agreed to offer you a ‘mjengo’ job.”
I looked at him in consternation, not wanting to believe that I had heard it right. The look that greeted me, a serious (almost stern) look, turned mine to a ‘concerned’ look.
He continued: “This mhindi contractor has been given the tender of building a wall to separate the Starehe fields from the Total Fuel Station and the Race Course side. This job starts tomorrow.”
From my experience with him, I knew that that was that. I had to take the job if I wanted peace in the house.
**** ****
Come Friday, 14th March, 1997 and I was up and about very early. The mjengo job (if I may be permitted to call it a ‘job’) was to start at 7.30. I made a cup of strong tea (‘turungi’ in Kikuyu) and literally gulped it down because the time was close to 7.15 a.m.
To be Continued…
Don’t Miss the Rest of the narration on Monday.

Valuable Than Gold: In The Hands of a Mentor

There are times you feel you are indebted to somebody for something they did (or have done) for you but you just don’t know what best to give. How about trying the power of words to do that arduous task for you like I did some years ago.

What has to be said has to,
Whatever the cost and the pain too,
It’s this that’s driving me on,
To write all this down.

When I first met you,
I was but a child in the faith,
But your encouragement and words,
Drove me on like no other could.

Being in your presence,
Has taught me things of essence,
And I saw things in a different light,
Things that you brought to light.

You know, forgive me for this,
I had always thought all ladies were the same,
None could be trusted in anything,
But you’ve proved me wrong.

Really God pre-ordained this friendship,
For it is not based on empty words,
But on actions that speak louder than words,
Those acts of kindness and selfless giving.

My stay here,
Has always been made meaningful,
By your presence and attitude,
That attitude of care and concern.

This is why my going hurts me,
And pulls at my heartstrings,
For I know what it means,
To our very stable, unshakeable friendship.

May your future be as bright as a full moon,
May the Lord add more days to your number,
So that you may keep dazzling and shining,
And smiling and laughing into posterity.

What you’ve taught me is invaluable,
All this will be stored in a fold of my heart,
Where no one can steal,
Not even who or whoever.

Though I am leaving this place,
I say you are one in a million,
And your presence to me , for sure,
Was more valuable than Gold.

Broken Diamonds

(In memory of the Nairobi bomb blast: Friday, 7th August, 1998. I wrote this poem on Saturday, 22nd August, 1998 at 4 pm)

I picked ‘Broken Diamonds’ as the title of this poem as a token of appreciation of the lives of the people who perished. They were diamonds, to say the least. And, of course, there’s a lot of pain in losing a diamond, isn’t there?

They were born,
On a day in the past,
And lived their lives,
Till that fateful day,
Seventh of August.

The scene was aghast,
After the blast,
The blast that claimed them,
And what a mayhem it caused.

The glasses flew,
As if they knew,
Where they were going;
They cut deep in the skin,
And the memory,
Remains deeply etched in our hearts.

‘Can’t imagine,
That those people,
So beautiful, so handsome,
So young, so old,
Will never again,
Share a light joke with bus,
I simply can’t imagine.

Children were left crying,
Mothers and fathers the same,
After they were left,
Without a bye,
By people who knew less,
Of where they were going;
And made that journey,
Very unprepared,
For they weren’t spared.

My heart is paining,
At such senseless,
Loss of precious lives,
Which were nipped in the bud,
Before they were ripe enough,
To be swallowed by the soil.

Seventh of August,
Will always (and forever),
Be remembered by all Kenyans,
Young and old,
Born and unborn,
As the day,
When the world,
Came tumbling down on us.

The blasts of the bomb,
Will always ring out,
Throughout Kenya,
For ages to come,
For they left memories,
Which are more than stories.

Charred stumps,
Dot the hollowness in our hearts;
Smouldering embers,
Keep our latent emotions alive.

A Day Off! What Do You mean?

Can You Figure This Out?

So you want a day off? Let’s take a look at what you are asking for. There are 365 days per year available for work.
There are 52 weeks per year in which you have already 2 days off per week leaving 261 days available for work.

Since you spend 16 hours each day away from work you have used up 170 days leaving only 91 days available for work. You spend 30 minutes each day on coffee break. That accounts for 23 days each year leaving only 68 days available for work. With 1 hour lunch period each day, you have used up another 46 days leaving only 22 days for work.

You normally use 2 days per year on sick leave. This leaves only 20 days available for work. We are off 5 holidays per year leaving 15 days available for work. We generously give 14 days vacation per year which only leaves 1 day available for work. I’ll be damned if you are going to take this day off!!