I traveled to Nyanza province this last weekend,all i can say chaos chaos chaos chaos.Did i mention it was by public transport.
The transport system is rotten especially the one in Nyanza province.Everyone is guilty, the police and members of the general public.
That is the only part of the country where people are hurdled into a matatu and there is always space for one more person, big or small.
People why do you choose to board a matatu that is already full,sit on an empty space and still pay the same bus fare with no discount for the uncomfortable journey ahead.
Respect yourself enough to ensure you always strive to do the right thing at all times.
Monday 25 July 2011
Monday 18 July 2011
UNDERWEAR
Yes Underwear,surprised I know.
My dear readers today I will write about a topic we all prefer to ignore or act like we don't know what the hell that is.
This morning I was walking behind a woman who had a very elegant trouser suit.It was gray in colour and the fabric and texture told me how much she must have spent on that particular outfit.Mmmmm but there was one thing that made the suit cheap like hell.She had a garment under her trouser that looked like it was complaining.Like an old underwear whose elastic was worn out and could not stay in place.No,do not get me wrong I mean on the thigh section.It has rolled and was forming bumps dividing her backside into four sections.It was a disgusting site.
There are so many different types of underwear that would be decent and appropriate for all ages,body shapes,and all manner of outfits.Well T and G strings are good, however ,they have health implications.Kindly ask your gyno when you go for your next visit.
Take time to go underwear shopping just like you take time to go shoe shopping,dress shopping.Just do not pick anything you come across because it will be worn under.Just so you know,Undergarments are important because they help all our garments drape well.
Men you are not any better,I hate this new trend where we are served with a display of dirty boxers pipping through the trousers waist line.Others will say that they wear clean boxers only,clean or dirty dude I do not want to see your underwear.OK?
My dear readers today I will write about a topic we all prefer to ignore or act like we don't know what the hell that is.
This morning I was walking behind a woman who had a very elegant trouser suit.It was gray in colour and the fabric and texture told me how much she must have spent on that particular outfit.Mmmmm but there was one thing that made the suit cheap like hell.She had a garment under her trouser that looked like it was complaining.Like an old underwear whose elastic was worn out and could not stay in place.No,do not get me wrong I mean on the thigh section.It has rolled and was forming bumps dividing her backside into four sections.It was a disgusting site.
There are so many different types of underwear that would be decent and appropriate for all ages,body shapes,and all manner of outfits.Well T and G strings are good, however ,they have health implications.Kindly ask your gyno when you go for your next visit.
Take time to go underwear shopping just like you take time to go shoe shopping,dress shopping.Just do not pick anything you come across because it will be worn under.Just so you know,Undergarments are important because they help all our garments drape well.
Men you are not any better,I hate this new trend where we are served with a display of dirty boxers pipping through the trousers waist line.Others will say that they wear clean boxers only,clean or dirty dude I do not want to see your underwear.OK?
Friday 8 July 2011
SCARS OF LIFE
This was not done by me,however thought you should read it.
Some years ago, on a hot summer day in South Florida , a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house. In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as he went. He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore. His father, working in the yard, saw the two as they got closer and closer together.
In utter fear, he ran toward the water, yelling to his son as loudly as he could. Hearing his voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his father. It was too late.
Just as he reached his father, the alligator reached him. From the dock, the father grabbed his little boy by the arms
just as the alligator snatched his legs...That began an incredible tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was much stronger than the father, but the father was much too passionate to let go...
A farmer happened to drive by, heard his screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the alligator.
Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived. His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the animal. And, on his arms, were deep scratches where his father's fingernails dug into his flesh in his effort to hang on to the son he loved.
The newspaper reporter who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked if he would show him his scars.
A farmer happened to drive by, heard his screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the alligator.
Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived. His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the animal. And, on his arms, were deep scratches where his father's fingernails dug into his flesh in his effort to hang on to the son he loved.
The newspaper reporter who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked if he would show him his scars.
The boy lifted his pant legs.. And then, with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, But look at my arms.
I have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because my Dad wouldn't let go.' You and I can identify
with that little boy. We have scars, too. No, not from an alligator, but the scars of a painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret. But, some wounds, my friend, are because God has refused
to let go.
In the midst of your struggle, He's been there holding on to you... The Scripture teaches that God loves you.
You are a child of God. He wants to protect you and provide for you in every way. But sometimes we foolishly wade into dangerous situations, not knowing what lies ahead. The swimming hole of life is filled with peril -
and we forget that the enemy is waiting to attack. That's when the tug-of-war begins - and if you have
the scars of His love on your arms, be very, very grateful. He did not and will not ever let you go.
Please pass this on to those you love.... God has blessed you, so that you can be a blessing to others.
Please pass this on to those you love.... God has blessed you, so that you can be a blessing to others.
You just never know where a person is in his/her life and what they are going through.. Never judge another
person's scars, because you don't know how they got them... Also, it is so important that we are not selfish,
to receive the blessings of these messages, without forwarding them to someone else. Right now,
someone needs to know that God loves them, and you love them, too - enough to not let them go .
Always Tell Your Family And Friends How Much You Love Them!!!
" I count myself in nothing else so happy as in soul remembering my good friends"
Words Of Wisdom
The world is like a book and those who do not travel are only reading from page.
Read this some where, Is it true?
Read this some where, Is it true?
Every Book,Fiction or not ,Has some level of truth in it.
Those who were in high school in the new millennium will probably understand this better.
For my short stories I was examined on a book an anthology from East Africa.The cover was red with four squares if I remember vividly.The title, Encounters From East Africa, Now I know you remember.
My favourite story was "Africa Kills her Sun"
In that short story we are given a clear picture of how Sazan, Jimba And the third man whose name I cant place a finger on do what they do,banditry.That's not even what I want to make reference to.n the same story one of the three characters above has a steamy night with a prostitute and in the heat of things he chooses to ask a question many people will probably want to ask any prostitute they know, Why on earth did you choose to be a prostitute,these days sugar coated as "Commercial Sex Work" mmmmh tell me another people.
The prostitute in the story said,"Others choose to nurses others cooks others house girls I choose to be a prostitute.
I know a very rare topic to write about,well,I have been reading a blog by Sue whose title is Nairobi Nights and I am amazed at how she categoricaly states that she choose to practice or join the trade.Even after pursuing a basic degree which many commercial sex workers dream of pursuing.The general perspective is that many of the young girls who brave the night chill do so out of desperation.Lack of an education,others are orphans,others are very poor backgrounds.No this is slowly becoming a trade for both the desperate and those are in it for business.
Sue you will probably read this one time because I have made reference to your blog,I have nothing against your trade but I just have too many questions that I will prefer not to ask.It is that suspense that still makes me read your blog.I know with time you will answer some of my questions in one of your blog posts.
For my short stories I was examined on a book an anthology from East Africa.The cover was red with four squares if I remember vividly.The title, Encounters From East Africa, Now I know you remember.
My favourite story was "Africa Kills her Sun"
In that short story we are given a clear picture of how Sazan, Jimba And the third man whose name I cant place a finger on do what they do,banditry.That's not even what I want to make reference to.n the same story one of the three characters above has a steamy night with a prostitute and in the heat of things he chooses to ask a question many people will probably want to ask any prostitute they know, Why on earth did you choose to be a prostitute,these days sugar coated as "Commercial Sex Work" mmmmh tell me another people.
The prostitute in the story said,"Others choose to nurses others cooks others house girls I choose to be a prostitute.
I know a very rare topic to write about,well,I have been reading a blog by Sue whose title is Nairobi Nights and I am amazed at how she categoricaly states that she choose to practice or join the trade.Even after pursuing a basic degree which many commercial sex workers dream of pursuing.The general perspective is that many of the young girls who brave the night chill do so out of desperation.Lack of an education,others are orphans,others are very poor backgrounds.No this is slowly becoming a trade for both the desperate and those are in it for business.
Sue you will probably read this one time because I have made reference to your blog,I have nothing against your trade but I just have too many questions that I will prefer not to ask.It is that suspense that still makes me read your blog.I know with time you will answer some of my questions in one of your blog posts.
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