tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85070372011-12-20T13:10:44.397ZNyakehuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13741765772545829964noreply@blogger.comBlogger851100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507037.post-1154706109663240522006-08-04T16:33:00.000+01:002006-08-04T16:41:49.726+01:00

So you know those packets of sigaras with the big signs on them "SMOKING KILLS!! SMOKING KILLS" well this guy goes into the newsagent for his usual brand of Silk Cut and the shopkeeper sells him one that has " SMOKING MAY REDUCE THE BLOODFLOW AND CAUSES IMPOTENCE" and the guy says he would rather have the packet with" SMOKING KILLS"..... I am slowly weaning my way back to blogging so I am not

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A couple of weeks of ago on a Monday listening to my favourite bit of radio I heard Mshairi being interviewed on FiveLive and the American presenter Kevin gave me a few giggles the Mshairi name went something like this Mashaaari you know that business of giving people phonetic names.... It was interesting listening to Mshairi on the Star Trek experience which sadly for me was not followed up by

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Making and keeping friends, I have had a very interesting couple of weeks figuring out my relationships with friends and particularly female ones. I have a number of friends some who I somehow mangaged to keep for years and years and others who exhaust me mentally with their incessant demands at very short acquitance and value just as much as my old friends. Surprisingly, I realise to my chagrin

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I wrote this on a post last year about the women in my family and this is just a celebration of the women in my family and not forgetting the boys as they are just as important and vital in the campaign for gender equity. I come from a family of six girls and one boy, and we tend to forget to celebrate our achievements. I have six nieces and four nephews-the girls are exceptional and it as I

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Maybe there is someone out there who might take the time to explain the two the similarity and difference. Once again BBC Radio 4 reporter was out in Kenya and she was in Wajir which sounded like Wazir but that is nothing compared to Dr Wahome Karanja who the reporter said WAHOME (as in nyumbani),it is quite interesting listening to Kenyan voices like Raphael Tuju I remembered him when he was

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I guess it is deep into the year and I should stop the felicitations. So far it has been a good year....During the holidays I was watching an episode of the Practice and this was about a man who was on death row and his defence lawyers had 18 hours to lodge an appeal. The appeals for clemency to the Governor and the Court of Appeal failed and as he was waiting for all this to happen they served

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Saw this in the Guardian yesterday December 19th, 2005 in the Media Guardian and had myself a good chuckle Tom Tickell- an appropriate name compiled this and here are some of the selectionsOnce separated from the rest, the baboon’s a sitting duck”.Steve Leonard, BBC 1“Que Sera, Sera, they chanted in English.”Henry Winter, Daily Telegraph“Fire alarm help for dead people.”Worksop Guardian“Woman

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The Tory party has spoken and voted in the young Turk, good luck to them but why have they selected a Blair clone. Oh if that George Osbourne continues with that shrill and strident tone I can see that there will be trouble ahead. Boy that man has the most horrible sounding voice. It is really irritating and so grating. The Tories believe that their fortunes are changing and good luck to them but

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At the job interview I was asked a question about dependence and how to wean African women from dependence. That question took me by surprise, what is about lack of understanding of the conditioning that African women are reared up on, we are educated from an early age that it is men who will provide for us as fathers, husbands and even sons in our dotage... Then when as forward thinking women

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I really wish I had the words to say what HIV/Aids has meant to me as an African woman living in the United Kingdom, the blame, the stigma and the prejudice. The lack of understanding and even the ignorance that surrounds this disease. I wear my Red Ribbon with the humility of knowing that there have been so many needless deaths, so much fear and that there are times when words can never be

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Went for a job interview to Eastbourne from East Croydon and the station announcer said we should get in the first 4 coach of the train as it separates at Haywards Heath. Well l got in the first coach which, as it happens was the First Class compartment, I did not check to see, just went in as the men were being slightly pushy. The train was new and l noticed that the seats were comfortable;

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Woke up this morning expecting the Big Chill and I am still waiting, this is what all the weather people have been saying sleet and snow from the Arctic brrr brrr. My body is getting used to the baridi. It is very strange that I only miss the Kenyan weather when it is hot and sunny as it in the cold season that my body is just trying to cope with baridi and there is no time for nostalgic Kenyan

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I recently recalled a hair plaiting session with my twenty year old niece and I was so tired as this was nearly the times between 3.30am-4.30am. (I love talking and when I am doing hair I am in my element) anyway we were talking about someone being sacked as she had asked me and you can imagine the tangled web I got into when I started mixing sacked and fired. I would put one on top of the other

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There is nothing as dreadful as sitting in the bus and listening to a white boy talking like a brother and dressed like an NBA league player and good thing he has not got the bling yet ... the worst part is when he is trying to kiss his teeth......ugh. Culture cross contaminationMan walks in to my local grocery shop and two seconds later another man walks in .. I think l am buying my weekly

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People are funny people are not.Sometimes people are just stupid like my brothers.People are cute like my baby sister Nyokabi.Mama Junkyard is my cousin and she has the same name as me.So people are similar to other people.Nyakehu is my Auntie who is sometimes angry and sometimes she's nice.I just turned 8 in August so did my baby sister she turned 1.I don't know what to say but I'm talking.I

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To my blogging family and friends I have made another comeback, not really because I was'nt gone this time. As Mshairi keeps on saying nimepotea it is just thing of accessing the Internet and having the patience and time to write a three paragraph blog. Things that have not happened yet l will not put in the blog (even though I wish them so badly to happen). I know I haven't left comments in the

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Sometimes it takes a a push, a shove and a major struggle to ignore my blog particularly as some anonymous things are trying to bookmark my blog to their business-related web-sites. So here comes my TIRADE please do not send in your fatous comments with stupid s**t "like great blog but here is one you might be interested in and then they draw in their link to something that you would not even

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Happy Birthday to you today, last year I wished you a happy birthday in the same medium and wondering when you would awake. I don't have Mshairi's word to express all that I can but the main thing I can say is Get well soon and I love and miss you. Happy Birthday Big sis

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The things that give me joy are so many and varied , blogging for one, kahawa, Southern Comfort. My family probably is the best of all joys- I have blogged about this before on my nieces and nephews. I have a niece who is going to be one on Sunday. She is the got the sweetest smiles and a laugh that gives me the giggles, she is at the age where she repeats words like "pop your collar", thank you

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MJY well done and I did not threaten you, I used the sweetest words to plead , beg and beg again. This is just brilliant. At least Mshairi will stop complaining about the colours that I use once again THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU

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It is never having the time to do the things you want to do... in my twenties I saw Tina Turner's body at 50 and I thought that is the kind of body I would like now... In my thirties it has having the body but never being content....When I was eighteen my body image was so bad and the Kenyan girls had a their conversational piece and it went like this- "Hi so and so you have lost so much weight."

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Hello MJY, my lovely niece the number 1 niece......This is a not a wish list for anything, but moving into a new house has made me wish for some many things but with everything I want to pepper my wall with books and there is one particular one " A Short History of Ukranian Tractors" A DAB radio, until I was twiddling those knobs on the Medium Wave and there I was looking for the World Service

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My birthday was on the 31st July, to all who have wished me a happy one thank you. My brother texted me and he wanted to know how old I was like he does'nt know- I texted back saying that there are some women who when they reach a certain age they stop counting and they stop telling. If I am going to age, it shall be disgracefully........My nieces and nephews did a wonderful spread for me though

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MJY ata ukitoroka and disowning us sita sahau.. girl you owe me. That is the problem of making promises. If you have lost my password I can email it to you.Documentaries: there are some documentaries that leave me so cold and half the time I want to tell the investigative journalist now that I know what would you like ME to do about it. Examples are You and Yours on Radio 4, any more of this

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MamaJunkyard, I am not trying to shame you please can we keep our promises. I have moved and talk of solitude and looking at walls Good clean fun is being had by me. Will spend more time on the blog during the coming weeks. This is a question that may have an answer or not, you know the male suicide bombers are offered 22 virgins when they they blast their way into our lives. What do they promise

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This is not a deserted wife coming back to claim her matrimonial home, MJY I am still waiting for the interior decoration as you promised! Nevertheless, just another phase of my non-dramatic life, I took off for pastures unknown to do something I enjoy doing. My hobby is hair plaiting though I am a qualified hairdresser. I enjoy working with hair and trained at the Kenya School of Hairdressing

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Had a near heated discussion yesterday about the use of the term Third World countries as opposed to First World countries, this has to do with how someone identifies their continent. The appropriate terms in my mind fall squarely between Least Developed to Developed and of course the in betweenies. This brought to my mind the daily discussions we had while I was training to work in the HIV/Aids

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As I walked up to the bus stop I saw this Mzungu family giving their three-year-old daughter a taste of a popular sugar laden drink. Hmmm I thought to myself as I stood at the bus stop I saw a complete and utter transformation, they kept on giving the child what looked like surreptitious sips of this drink. The child was getting more and more hyper and could not keep still. There was a point

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Now I know why I do not like the Tube, there is a tunnel I have to cross at least once a day and each time I am underneath it I get so nauseous. The other thing that I have noticed around Oxford Street there is a man or what look like series of men holding up advertising boards. Mainly it is the eternal annual golf sale, I have suddenly started noticing them along other streets like the Strand,

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As for those who did the quiz you will know that I have six nieces and four nephews and that for me tells me that I am blessed, this is not a pat on the back as I would like to say how proud I am of them and their achievements, their fearlessness gives me a great deal of pride and this is for my nieces and nephews particularly who in the face of so much have proved themselves time and again to be

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When I started blogging, it reminded me of this Kalenjin farmer who had gained entry into a nightclub, which was the hottest place to be in Eldoret. The club had strobe lights which snaked on the ceiling and the floor and the farmer had for the best part of three hours just staring at these lights wondering and thinking at the marvel of science, the lights moved in time with the music and he

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I live in a place that is mixed in terms of age, gender but it is like a large store that should have a sign that reads “Pricks ‘R Us”. It sounds like I hate men but I do not, I do admire them but honestly do they really have to think with their appendages and hope to hold a decent conversation with one woman who sees beyond their futile dickwaving contests. Yesterday I came in tired exhausted

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I was not aware that Easter was a time for giving gifts, however, I think my Christmas and birthday came early when I received the bestest gifts ever… some inspirational poems and two CDs and it feels like there is no other music than this music I am listening to. Talk of wallowing in pure pleasure (the hippos would envy me), this is what indulgences are made for. I received these gifts on

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When the only thing the computer is good for is just for solitaire, I feel like I have a reached an impasse and if it was not for blogging… alas woe is me as I am not connected like I really have to look for the nearest place to sit for a couple of hours reading other people’s blogs. A couple of years back before goggle and the world of bloggers I had access to a computer and the number of sites

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Went to the library yesterday and picked up four books just to read about people and the lives they have made. The first was Voices and Silences by James Earl Jones and Penelope Niven talk of reading it and hearing James Earl Jones as the whispery Darth Varder in Star Wars. As I am reading this book it was a period back in his childhood and he is recounting his grandmother and mother fighting

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Bus journey’s in London as I have written many a time are can be fun on the 176 on the way to Middlesex Hospital on Tuesday 15th March, the drivers change at Camberwell and it is a lesson to watch a grumpy driver leave and a fresh one with a smile in his eyes enter. An observation that struck me was why do Chinese doctors have a long list of ailments, diseases and illnesses that they can cure/

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Now I am grown up or so I think we were in the Fourth form, sleeping up in the lofts not so much in dormitory but partitioned rooms, the ivy on the walls was particularly thick around here, but first thing first the matron would come rousting us in the morning and Mrs Ngatho’s “time to get up, to brush your teeth, to eat your breakfast” sang out so gleefully still resounds in my ears even up to

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As blogged earlier this was going to be a series of nostalgic trips down memory lane, my first memory of an alcoholic drink where I consciously fixed myself a drink was at the school holidays of between Form Three and Form Four, it was a hot afternoon and we were in Nairobi. My Dad had some whiskey in the house, I am not sure whether it was Bell or Teachers but it was good whiskey. I fixed myself

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In Form Three, at an all girls, boarding school there was a girl who was in Form 6 and went out with the boys’ school (actually Lenana School) rugby captain. She elected to have a girl’s rugby team in our school and we were encouraged to build up a team from scratch, we played for a term and we were getting quite good. This changed when it was pointed out that we were developing muscles, now it

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My nostalgic journey continues and there might be a series of this so be prepared- the first kiss, drink, first puff of sigara and just to preserve my dignity and I know the young ones read these blogs I shall only dwell on these three……….I had the unenviable task of washing my Dad’s socks as his favourite child/daughter. This boy that I liked who was so cute and was in Form Four when I had just

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Thank you very much for doing the Quiz, it has been fun and please continue and here are some early resultsMamaJunkyard 90%Mshairi 70%Mental Acrobatics 60%Me 40%Mimi 40%

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My Cucu Wanjiku’s mum who I am named after was well known for her beauty, her lovely singing voice and her beauty. She enjoyed music and dancing and maybe I have that trait of enjoying the music- I don’t know about the beauty part!!! This particular blog is definely going to age me but it is my nostalgia trip.This is a continuation of the music theme when Annie Lennox sang “Sweet Dreams are made

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MusicAfter some serious discussion with Mshairi and this thing about lists of music I worked on a list of favourite music and to be honest it is one of the most difficult things to do. Music has been a constant in my life it goes back years with my love for music and there are also life defining moments when I hear certain type of music. As a child, my Dad had a friend who called me Miriam

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Taken a page out of Mama Junkyard Here is a quiz for those who may or may not know me. No prizes for this one just take partTake my Quiz!

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If there is something that may haunt me all my life it is the Kenyan national anthem, we were often told we had to stand up every time we heard the music start and once a long time ago as I was lying sick in bed and the radio was on in the background the anthem was played...... lying there in a foetal position and when it started playing I pulled myself up straight, mind you still lying in bed, I

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I have been thinking, dreaming and seeing rings: wedding rings, engagement rings, friendship rings, all sorts of rings and I hope to God this has nothing to do with Camilla and Charles and maybe it is a reflection of my singledom like I don’t wear rings……Which brought it to mind when I was fifteen or sixteen—the mists of time blah blah fish cakes. Oh well had a crush and the man/boy gave me a

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To MamaJunkyard thank you very much for this wonderful exercise as it has me thinking what makes me a Kenyan like I would never thought of it before good fun!!Favourite Kenyan food –guache, marigo, mbocho na bebe and it is not irio which is done with matahaFavourite Kenyan drink-Tusker PremiumFavourite Kenyan TV programme-The one that had Masunduku Smithi or is it Vihoja Mahakamani??Top 3 Kenyan

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Effing Valentines Day no wonder there was a massacre whenever, I am not cribbing because the day passed just like any other I could not even walk into supermarket without seeing all the red roses, champagne flutes and chocolates. Someone looked at me strangely though to my recollection I have not strangled or smothered anyone lately highly tempted too!!!!I have been away to the countryside for

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These words keep on haunting me and it probably has to do with the period of insanity that seems to be going around , what is it about humans that behave in stupid and unforgivable ways, whenever things like this appear l wonder if l am not a catalyst in all this. I know that l am Numero uno in my life, that no one else is living this life and that l am an active participant in my existence and

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Why is it men like sizing women up as if they are fitting them up for a coffin or is it how easy it would be to carry them up a flight of stairs to show off their manliness. God save me from these men who have a persistent hard-on in their eye. That is the leer of ugly like I am undressing you and the expectation is that you also share similar feelings about them, one thing that I know is that I

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Dear God please help her to wake up, I need, miss and love her so. She kicked my butt, she helped me achieve, she annoyed me, irritated me, angered me, made me laugh, made me happy too but I love her and miss her so, I thought I would drink myself to oblivion and not feel, not feel. It has been two years. Did you ever know you are my hero? Big sisters who make you think, who make you reflect-

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I happened to glance at my dressing table and the potions, lotions and creams, hair oil, nail polish, remover and all the blah blah a woman may need made me shake my head as I realised that there was a lot of stuff on that dressing table and whether wanting to be well-groomed, clean and tidy is a sign of vanity. My circumstances are strange as I am supposed to fit in this mould and I find that

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It is not that I forgot about you or that l started another blog elsewhere, l did not have much access to computers but l am back and there is a lot to say.

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Managed to tape two of my favourite songs from Jazz FM and I am wallowing like a hippo in a mud bath- Luther Vandross- “Thinking about you” and the Temptations “Stay”. Sweet bliss! I am aching to fall in love with my Mr Right, my Prince Charming. I am ready for this, been preparing for it for a long time. I fell in love nearly 22 years ago and I need to feel like I did then although the

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This Rasta man where I live started this conversation with me about something he said “Did you have a hair out a few weeks ago; I have only recently re-plaited my hair”. I said “Yes” then he said “I saw you in my vision”. I said “television”. “Oh no” he said “when I go to sleep my dreams are my vision I call them vision”. Apparently, I helped him out in his dream and that I was kind to him and

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My man if I were to order him from a pizza parlour would have to come with certain garnishes nothing too rich or too extravagant. The man would have to love me for what l am and all my faults. My man would have to be educated and he has to read books and we would spend hours talking books that we have read and those that we will read. However, a man is not dough to be moulded there is only one

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Fear less, hope more; Whine less, breathe more; Talk less, say more; Hate less, love more And all good things are yours. Anon

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Some people walk in the rain Others just get wet Roger Miller Keep you face towards the sun and God will take care of the shadows Anon

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As l grow older and being at school begins to fade away, I realise that I have some wonderful memories of school and yet on the other hand I can remember how much l hated it. That is the dichotomy(!) I also think l made some good friends there or is that my imagination? I am not saying when I left school for anyone who is thinking reunion. However, for anyone who reads my blog and was in Limuru

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I said a prayer for you today And know that God must have heard I felt the answer in my heart Although He spoke no word I did not ask for wealth or fame. I knew you wouldn’t mind, I asked him to send treasures Of a far more lasting kind. I asked that he be near you At the start of each new day To grant you health and blessings And friends to share your way I asked for happiness for you In all

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On Saturday, October 16th, 2004, I was not in to listen to Home Truths on Radio 4, however, I always listen to the repeat on Mondays whether I heard it on Saturday or not. On Monday October 18th, 2004 I heard John Peel signing off saying that he was going to Peru for a couple of weeks and we would be in the capable hands of his replacement………. for the life of me I cannot remember his name. The

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There is always,always, always something to be thankful for. Anonymous

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No one can possibly know what is about to happen: it is happening each time, for the first time, for the only time. James Baldwin

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Sitting in the bus my mind just flashed to this scene of me when I was twentysomething, it was a hot day then another flashback of us driving to Soy Club to use the swimming pool or going to Hill School pool during the holidays. It is funny how I never learnt to swim while at Limuru Girls' as we had the rainy season for nine months out of three. I do not know if any of my family remember any of

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When you were born, you cried and cried and the world rejoiced. Live your life so that when you die, the world cries and you rejoice. Cherokee expression

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You must be the change you wish to see in the world. Mahatma Ghandi

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All my life I have wanted to be somebody; But I see now I should have been more specific. Jane Wagner

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My mother said I must always be intolerant of ignorance but understanding of illiteracy. that some people unable to go to school, were more educated and more intelligent than college professors. Maya Angelou

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Snowflakes are one of nature's most fragile things; but just look what they can do when they stick together. Visita M. Kelly

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I woke up this morning and for the life of me Cucu Wanjiku has been hovering in the back of my mind. I remember her quips her wit and sarcasm and the nasy little names she would call us which, for her were terms of endearment. Cucu Nd'undu called us by nicer and polite names and when asked Cucu Nd'undu said she couldn't call us those names because she was of good manner. You need the Gikuyu

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The price seemed reasonable, location Indifferent. The landlady swore she lived Off premises. Nothing remained But self- confession “Madam, I warned, “I hate a wasted journey- I am African.” Silence. Silenced transmission of Pressurised good – breeding. Voice, when it came Lipstick-coated, long gold-rolled Cigarette- holder pipped. Caught I was foully “HOW DARK?...... I had not misheard…… “ARE

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Wednesday October 20, 2004 Executives Copyright © MMIV. The Standard Group Women behaving badly Liz Nasaipei tries to compile a list of the things women do that irritate men. Is she trying hard enough? You be the judge. Wildlife documentaries offer a glimpse into the workings of the animal kingdom. Of particular interest to me is the behaviour of those bad-looking wildebeest. On top of having

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Published: 10/15/2004 By: NationMedia Time works wonders. Wangari Maathai is an icon, saluted by the world and respected by the very people who trod upon her rights. But today's heroine was yesterday's iconoclast and we are not sure that we want her ever to change. Some insights into the woman and her worldview: On being appointed an assistant minister in the National Rainbow Coalition

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On Sunday October 10th as I was standing at the bus stop not my usual bus stop- this rasta man came by- Picture this; the day was windy it is half past 2.00 pm and there is a lady as well as with a toddler. This guy strolled by who l later realised thought he was Bob Marley reincarnated. Lucky for the lady and her toddler their bus pulled up- I could hear something that sounded close to wailing

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Thanks to Victor Lewis Smith TV Critic of the London Evening Standard for this one 30th/09/2004 "When the Chilean dictator -Pinochet met the Commander-in-chief of the Bolivian Navy. Pinochet said-"This is so ridiculous Bolivia has no coastline, so how can you have a navy?" And the Bolivian Commander replied" I don't think it so ridiculous, after all you have a Minister of Justice in Chile."

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We are the miracles that God made To taste the bitter fruit of Time We are precious. And one day our suffering Will turn into the wonders of the earth. There are things that burn me now Which turn golden when I am happy. Do you see the mystery of our pain? That we bear poverty And we are able to sing and dream sweet things. Ben Okri

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This is one of those places that I want to run out screaming. Some guy has walked in with harufu like hajaona maji for a long time. I don't know whether l prefer cheap cologne or dirty sweat and you just feel like telling the man please (why is it always men- their sense of smell is not very well-developed is it?) do not put your hand up as the wafting of that smell is enough to kill all

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"Everyone of us gets through tough times because someone is there standing in the gap to close it for us" Oprah Winfrey

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" In the old age, black was not counted fair or if it were, it bore not beauty's name; But now is black beauty's successful heir" William Shakespeare

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My journeys on the buses are a joy to behold. half the time there is a strong smell of piss which pervades the area that l live in, particularly when it rains, l always thought it was the men who susu all over the place, but then looking at this place it may have something to do with the sewage system- Victorian it ain't as this is a "modern concrete village" of the early sixties. Anyway what do

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Cucu Wanjiku gave me this name and it has a meaning and I give it no meaning. I have tried to set up web-blog using all sorts of name, they never worked but Nyakehu has worked so here goes. Welcome to my world

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"Happiness is not in another place but this place.... not for another hour, but this hour." Walt Whitman "The trouble with being in the rat race is that even if you win , you are still a rat." Lily Tomlin

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I read this yesterday in the East African Standard The mysteries of being single by nelly kuria Recently, I was stuck in a queue waiting to pay for a pair of shoes. Three overworked sales girls scurried about the shop trying to keep some semblance of order under the pressure of bargain-hunting, shoe-shopping women who had descended upon them at one of the downtown malls.” I wish they could

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