Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Counting part II

Long before these children existed without me. But now that i know what they are suffering from i feel it my obligation to see that infection does go away. I feel their pain. Someone just told me this disease is a result of poor hygiene. Look at her hand it swells and that makes my life difficult.

Now that i know that someone from Michukis is reading the blogs.,i hope they read this and do something.

Very few things occupy my mind but this has. If only they could get a donor these children.

But there is hope from you and me. Only getting the commited ones seems like me strutting on the catwalk next to Naomi Campbell. I don't earn much but my 200Ksh combined with 5 more 200 Ksh. makes 1,000 that i couldn't prolly raise by myself. I was impressed with some child i was told forego lunch and bought them countless pencils. Ooh whoever said only children will see the Kingdom!!

Friday, June 23, 2006


What is the origin of sexual suppression against women? This is the question I am asking myself after reading this article. Cameroon Girls Battle Breast Ironing

Who ever convinced women that their sexuality should be suppressed? And it is their mothers that do it?

Ironing breasts? When I saw this on Prousette’s blog I didn’t quite get what she meant. Now I know. Scream Ouch!!!!!

Of second wives
I respect the presidency more than I respect anything. But an issue that has come to mind of recently is just how secure is a second wife? Without a ring, without anything, just what is the fate of the second wife?

By law, one is not eligible to contract a second marriage once they have contracted a legal one (notice I didn’t say traditional).

Yet our presidency is faced with a serious issue many might want to dismiss as the least of their worries. When I look at some of the people I know; they are second wives, children of second wives and all. So these people is not hot useless issue.

The possibility that the president contracted a second marriage is an issue of criminality. We all know the president could never be committed to jail now but he is not protected laters.

So who is this Wambui and why does she claim she is the wife of our President. Deep Nyeri news network appreciate the fact that Wambui has always presented and has been know as the wife of the then MP for Othaya. So what changed?

What is the position of the second wife in Kenya?
Does public declaration makes her just another “woman”?

While Wambui has been a spoiler in the recent past, with the Arturs in the mix, does she deserve the kind of treatment that the president hands her? It behoves on us to understand that any kind of relationship entered for the purpose of mwenjoyos comes across a sham.

Ladies and Gentlemen before you get into any kind of settlement to sire, produced heirs for anyone, wave your rings.

Ooh Please!!!
There is a man I know who refused to buy Kengen Shares just because he argued that this Government of Wakikuyus (pun intended) was upto something. We all know who had the last laugh.

I have never understood one fact why Kenyans have to pass the buck onto the Government.

Does the fact that I am Kikuyu triple my income? I wish it did
Do I pay less VAT or Tax because I am a Kikuyu?

So before you open your mouth and blame people for everything; play your part!!!

Our President is surely not dumber than President Bush the last time I checked despite his mutability.

Americans probably made more money
Had better health care
Donated Millions of money to Africa

I can hear millions of hands in the air,. Ooh but you see…..ooh Please

Nice weekend

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Say what?

Madge Swindells is my fave woman writer of late. I don't need to read any more
of her books to discover this. I especially love summer Harvest. If you wondering what to read next then wonder no more.

Moreso i saw her books at Ksh. 150 at Books First. I guess they didnt know the value of books. Summer Harvest is a 1983 book so i guess you know the books is quality not the ones they write these days.

So today I have nothing to write but to avoid blog menopause, I have to keep writing.

So this weekend was fathers day or so Prousette declared (google searches indicates a date in March). So I could have wished my father a happy one but you see he was not in town for a business deal. That is the story of his life. I love my father,.i have always done. When I was a bit small I went with him to the show alone. So were the good memories when we ingiad the then deacons and I insisted I wanted a half petticoat. The reason being my cousins were telling me that only children wear full petticoats. So I needed to feel like an adult and wear half ones.

So when I was a child my father & I had a perfect relationship. Better part was when I went to school, I was always number 1, 2, that made him immensely proud of me and to that a trip to visit my aunty was organized. Such are the days I don’t remember sleeping. My aunty lived in Mombasa. I was excited,.truth be told.

Somewhere along the way my dad lost interest in us. He would be away for long periods. I never understood then until I was in Standard Seven, Eight. I guess he started his philandering ways then. Nothing more,.a dad who used to talk to us with so much with respect started shouting. So it started then we would be afraid of him to the extent that when he came home, we would all go to sleep. He became violent so much it was getting to us. Needless to say he never hit me even once reason being I was him mother technically and you never beat your mother. The rest were never spared.

I saw him hit my mother once; many countless times, throw the food to the wall I don’t know for what reasons. Pack his bags saying his clothes are not been washed properly only to come again with them after probably been thrown out.

I do not wish to continue with this post. I already feel depressed.

Anyhow these days after my mother left he is trying to be nice. He is not violent any more; he actually sits down with us,.adores my small brother. We even sit down and laugh many times.

I always feel the need to be independent because I know much as men can be good they can be as destructive. Not the least to say I abhor violence.

A new bout of depression has hit.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Nothing Really

I turned my long drives (don’t be cheated they are matatu drives) home sometimes coupled with traffic jams my opportunity to read my novels/books. Ever since the Bankelele News reported that I could borrow books for a whole year for 1000Ksh at Book Villa my reading life has never been the same. The attendants actually ask me “umepotea wapi?”
I mean not bar attendants at my locals but bookshop attendants. I feel I am doing well on that side.

Thing is also my blog posts are written in my head during those long rides in the mathrees when I have forgotten my books. So I think, I watch people, I listen to them. One particular one was between two sisters fighting. I love those; it makes me understand I am not the only one who has fights with my sisters which if it weren’t for my mother one of us would be dead.

I don’t like picking conversation with people in matatus. I like to wander away,think,read , write in my mind. One day a dude came into the matatu, he says hi and then I respond. Kidogo kidogo he asks me what I do for a living. So I was shocked. I have just met someone in a matatu and he even wants to know what I do for a living. So I continue reading my book. Then he asks ati whether I don’t like making friends. I continue reading my book. Aaiiii…kwani I cant read in peace!!! Anyhow he continued with monologue unanswered questions till he alighted. I think he needs a medical check-up.

One Sunday I was going to church and I noticed some chics hapo kwa stage and realized that some people have lost it. Thankfully when I am alone I can control my laughter but when we are two, I will laugh hysterically.. A beautiful wedding dress turned into Sunday best. Now how??? (@km2005). That one is becoming the worst fashion goof since the Kenya Uniform. Si someone buy me a digital cam then I can carry it in Nairobi for this purpose.

Nguo ya kusimamia harusi is meant for just that. I know it is expensive folks, the last one I have cost around 3,500 Ksh and that was two years ago. But yet again woiyee save us from wearing it on another day. It doesn’t just work., put it as a collectors item that is where it belong. Hallelujah.

I remember in the 80’s when we used to simamilia all relatives weddings. Good gracious those clothes. Ati women vaaring purple suits shonwad by some tailor mathe,.the tailors of those days had no any idea about making fancy clothes for a wedding. Lakini siku hizi. Kwanza I saw one photo I was wearing red socks and white shoes. Jameni!!!

Not to mention the suits sometimes were worn with rubber shoes since all your relatives had to simamilia the wedding regardless!!!

Anyway you vaa what you want to wear but a wedding dress on Sunday just doesn’t work. Even as an evening dress, nguo ya harusi ni ya harusi…

Blog Meet up

Public opinion is to hold the same on 8th . Sunday just doesn’t work.


I have just gotten a reason to stop drinking., beer prices have gone up by Ksh. 5. Most beers will be retailing at 70Ksh. Anywho when is the last time I bought a beer at 70/=. I am shocked that is how much it costs. I buy from 100/= even before Amos Kimunya read his budget.

And I was even more shocked to discover that a fanta is Ksh. 16. The least I have ever bought on is 25/=. At most establishments soda costs 50/= upwards. Haiyaiii. Si I thought the coca cola adverts says “Why pay more?” kwa nini are we paying more.

Drinking soda or beer is an expensive affair. Sijui nifanye…

While thinking in the matatu, I wondered how else I can waste those hours after work. Or what else can I do in town that doesn’t involve drinking.

Don’t tell me to go back to school. I am going back to school when I am paid what I am worth now. Kwani I will always be in school. I think I should start studying Spanish. Lakini who will I be talking to in Spanish. Si all of us we learn Spanish so that I will have someone to talk to. I think I should learn how to play tennis. Yeah that one.

Things I need (copied from Mental)
A racket
Tennis Shoes
New jeans
New bag
New shoes
CD player the latest
Digital Camera

Let me stop there I might fill blogger space with things I need.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Lets Just say I am not Weird


1. Post six weird facts/habits about yourself.

2. These cannot be used against you later on.

3. At the bottom name the six people you will tag next. Leave them a comment to let them know they’ve been tagged and to read your blog

Disclaimer: I don't think i am weird so i have struggled to think that these things could be weird. Kudos Kipepeo and Spicey

  1. I don’t get annoyed very often but when I do it could last for a whole year. I kid you not. When I get really pissed off with someone I would like that person to deliberately avoid me for a while. But it doesn’t happen all too often.
  2. And just not getting annoyed I take really long to recover from occurrences.
  3. I forget like a kuku. It’s now becoming annoying to me. That is why if I have to do something, it has to be like now otherwise I will forget.
  4. I have very few friends but I know too many people. Ask Naks. I don’t remember going anywhere and ended up without recognizing someone.
  5. I always feel when something is about to happen to me. Great intuition I tell you.
    I can tell what kind of a person someone is from interacting with them in 5 minutes. And almost all times I turn out to be correct.
  6. I can sleep anywhere.

Blog Meet Up

To be discussec

Monday, June 19, 2006

St. Francis Integrated School

I couldnt resist this you know but the picture has nothing to do with this post.

Their neighbours read as “who is who” in the affluent leafy suburb of Karen where this unfortunate school/home is located. Driving on the narrow road in the estate tells you that the public transport is not a considered mode of transport.

The stark reality of the poverty that this children live in is evident from the gate. Never mind their immediate neighbour call themselves the Great commission school. What one wonders is if Jesus taught the principle of neighbourhood, then the Karen residents have chosen not to practise good neighbourhood.

I have been to some children’s home and the number of masses that flocks over the weekends is amazing.

Let me get to the point.

I met Kibet and Cowi of virtual Insanity in town and we headed to the place. What first met our eyes were children playing in soil not grass. So we go chat with the mama and she cracks quite some jokes. She tells us she started the school in 2000 and the school currently enrols 400 students.

We take a tour of the school and the shocks of shock begin. The dormitories/classes are in a bad state. The floor is in a mess, it probably not seen cement in many years. They have no beds to sleep on and no the mattresses are not any better. They have seen many days and with bedwetting children you can only imagine.

The children are playing outside obviously oblivious of the disgust of those visiting. They probably have seen worse, slept hungry for days, and after being orphaned where else would they have gone.

Some people are drawing maps outside, reminds me of my days when I could not draw the map of Kenya to save my life.

The kitchen is the bare minimal. Surprise surprise,. There are people using firewood to cook in Nairobi. The children are busy making chapattis after a good neighbour brought them some ungas for making chappos. Only God knows how to satisfy 400 children.

What I admired most of the mama is that she has a very good command of English. She has sacrificed her life after retirement. She also lives in poverty and she tells us she is just like the children.

Only a visit can put the clear what goes on here.One of the children i hear called Njoroge has scabies and so it has been spreading over to other children. Obviously if a disease like cholera broke out you can guess what would happen.

Getting sleep was hard last night I must admit.

I can offer the schools neighbours this prayer since I must guess the school is renamed after this Saint;

The Prayer of St. Francis of Assisi

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace,
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy;
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
To be understood as to understand;
To be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

Friday, June 16, 2006

Bloggerizing Part 1

For many of us who have spent the last year and... yapping away on the blogs; it is time for a closer look at the blogs I read here on KBW and what I think. I hope yours truly here says nothing to offend who; written in no particular order;;;
Note that it is very cold here and thoughts are not flowing as they should but i will try

Note: i have learnt "my blogger", any omissions maybe influenced by that

Kenyan Musings;
We called her an instant hit (no confessions here but the actual suspects actually are). Assembling ground for the girls you know. This is where the KMsKmutsaurus meet discuss all those interesting things about girls.

Let me mushene here; girl wrote me this email “STUPID wewe!” Halafu “How are you?” just like that.

Thrilling is the reason I visit this blog.

Funniest part is in the mix of all the fun and the high speed thinking and writing KM is educative.

By the way who can write a post that they are sexy? Raise up your hands and take the challenge.


The blog is called the café. Where Kbwers go to take tea, relax (the posts are not semi-posts), digest then speak out as M would say.

G is aMazinG,.can write anything in the world in simpler way.
Then again her webdesign is too comfy and intimate.

Stemming from Thesaurus evolved guessaurus..you know why I get to go there.


Also known as the first group of KBW GRANDFATHERS.

He has reached menopause in blogging and admits it. The so called baby faced Nick. In his days, Ronaldo reminds me of him like the way he is so fat and cannot play foota anymore (I digress)..his memory is photographic remembering events dating 1986 and so why is he a grand pa? Because of that.

Nick can be witty, funny, (but yet again those days are over) So i should waste no further time and blogger space but when the history of KBW is written Nick shall appear prominently.


Despite him kicking my president hard in the balls.,M is funny and aMazinG too. For a good laugh, visit M

How else do you think he won the Blog Award of the Year. His posts are satisfying in a way.

And he has to his belt many inspirees to the world of blogging. You are good, but I hear he is always reading in the SB Matatus (just a rumour from my news network). The guy gives a nice laugh.. Lets just say that.

I have yet to be convinced that the Bank Hangman’s name doesn’t mean Kelele za Bank. It must be. This is my official Business Review/Wall Street Journal.

Informative stuff.

By the way I am grateful to BKNN (Bankelele News Network) really I am.

Ms K

I have been reading this blog evolve from Kohcohlearns to blog, (Pretty in Pink)and finally she learnt and became kohcohshaven.

Easy reading I say.
She is one person who is sure what she wants.

Her life reads like a story, you think you know her. Before I actually met her I could figure out exactly who this person was. Partly from a pic she had wekad kitambo though.

Love it.

Part two in a while

Acolyte, Kenyan Gal, Movie Buff, Nakeel

Thursday, June 15, 2006


For Kelitu, Nakeel and others representing here is kilunda Enjoy.

i have just learnt that one of my pals is getting married. I don't know how to react. I have never looked forward to this day because that is one of the last good tall handsome men i know remaining. He is a nice dude; one of the best dudes i have met. (insert tears here)

It is never my intentions to steal other people's men and that is why i pushed him away. Not because i didnt think i could win the fight; it was because of the history these two had. Long history dating back 7 to 10 years ago; i respected it.

Anyway i got the email today, wrote back and told him congratulations. But i have just lost him forever (sob sob).

Wednesday, June 14, 2006


President Gordon B. Hinckley

“It is not enough just to be good. You must be good for something. You must contribute good to the world. The world must be a better place for your presence. And the good that is in you must be spread to others.”

The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--I
took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost

Monday, June 12, 2006

Being a cold Monday i have decided to post some useful insights from Life's Little Instruction Book. I have managed just to type 33.
Have a fantastic week

1. Compliment three people every day
2. Have a dog
3. Watch a sunrise at least once a year
4. Remember other people’s birthdays
5. Over tip the breakfast waitresses.
6. Have a firm handshake
7. Look people in the eye
8. Say ‘thank you a lot
9. Learn how to play a musical instrument
10. Say please a lot
11. Sing in the shower
12. Use the good silver
13. Learn to make great chilli
14. Plant flowers everyspring
15. Own a great stereo system
16. Be the first to say “Hello”
17. Live beneath your means
18. Drive inexpensive cars, but own the best house you can afford
19. Buy great books even if you never read them
20. Be forgiving of yourself and others
21. Learn three clean jokes
22. Wear polished shoes
23. Floss your teeth
24. Drinking champagne for no reason at all
25. Ask for a raise when you feel you’ve earned it
26. If in a fight, hit first and hit hard
27. Return all things you borrow
28. Teach some kind of class
29. Be a student in some kind of class
30. Never buy a house without a fireplace
31. Buy whatever kids are selling on card tables in their front gardens
32. Once in your life own a convertible
33. Treat everyone you meet like you want to be treated

Side Bar
I have registered my phone here www.nerd.co.ke. I don't know how its going to help my life but actually i think the idea is good.

Side Bar 2
Asante sana to many of you who responded positively to my last post for donations to the Home. I will visit the School when i can before the end of the month and keep you updated. Thanks again

Friday, June 09, 2006

Counting on you

This has been taken off Kibet's blog. No-one did respond to it when i linked it. I might as well write it here

I am targetting

Nicholas Gichu -the touter of social responsibility talk. Don't deny this one.
Kenyan Musings
Kenyan Dream
Mental Acrobatics
Ms K
Kenyan Pundit

Wooi i know i have left many people who are happy not to be named.If i have just give me your will to help. Say what you can and not do. You can still see the pictures at www.thegreatkenya.blogspot.com

I will say to the Lord "I tried"

The home is called St. Francis Integrated School and is located in Karen close to the Giraffe centre (behind Karengata academy). The home's population is majorly orphans and the rest of the population is from single parents and other parents who cannot support their children.

It currently has a population of over 300 children from age1 to appx 17

They have semi permanent structures and one incomplete house i.e. walls and a roof but no windows, ceiling, fittings etc(this was to be a residential home for the lady who runs the home).

The structures double up as their classrooms and dormitories; In the day they move the mattresses outside/ or to the side and use them as classes and in the evening they move them back in for sleeping.

Children depend largely on their guardians/well wishers i.e. your guardian will bring you a mattress and/or clothes/pocket money. Thus if your guardian doesn't come or if you don't have a guardian you have to borrow and share a mattress for sleep at night. The living conditions make communicable diseases especially skin/fungal infections common.

The home honestly needs whatever help it can get i.e. prayers, visits, medicines, blankets, mattresses, clothes, construction of classes/dormitories, food, charcoal saving jikos, firewood, charcoal,exercise books, textbooks etc

The school's owner/caretaker is a lady called Mrs. Kibathi and she can be reached on 0721-604500


I was talking to KD another day and she was very convinced that Uhuru will have a great chance of winning the elections come next year. Sometimes i am correct,sometimes i am wrong. But Uhuru has a very low chance of becoming the next president of Kenya until 2012. Don't get me wrong Uhuru is a nice man, he even fights with hawkers in town. I don't know against or for hawkers. I am not sure.

Kenyans do not want hawkers in the middle of the city (i truly love shopping off the street don't get me wrong) but the pickpocketing that comes with hawkers is another thing i totally would love to avoid. I wonder what political statement Uhuru was trying to make when fighting for or against hawkers.

I am sorry to be one of the people to say Uhuru doesn't understand Poverty and its implications in this country. He strikes me as an activist really. Or a guy trying to prove his point. The story of Bush senior and Bush junior. In a country where the majority of us are struggling with bad roads,transport crisis,famine,floods and the rest, Uhuru's family continues to enjoy unrivaled luxury.

In his own Gatundu South constituency, poverty knows no bounds yet Uhuru has done nothing. He as a Local Government minister didn't strike me as a worker of the nation. You can tell a worker and Charity Ngilu is one, Saitoti despite his corruption record another, and so many of Kenyans.

Personally i would never vote for Uhuru. Who is on his vehicle? His close associate Ruto is now off ship. Who would be Uhuru's Ministers??

Uhuru is surely not the Kenyan Dream.

Wednesday, June 07, 2006


A radio discussion one morning

“ I have a boyfriend (insert some male name but I think it was Chris obviously) who loves to party. He is always out even yesterday he went for the Shaggy Concert. Chris always loves going out to parties and I am really tired of going out”

So she wanted help. I just realized some Kenyan men are just kumbaffs kabisa. They called one by one saying the way the chic should conform to the man going out and the way the chic is not doing things right blah blah blash

I felt like I could hit the damn radio to shut up!!!!!!! Now for petes sake. Kwanza one said

“Kama anapea mzee mayai boilo na yeye anataka fry” Freaking helll”!!!!!!!!!? Kufa with your opinions.

It doesn’t take a magician to realize that Chris is a little nappied toddler or is IT pampered!!!! Good gracious. Immaturity starts and ends with Chris. Kwani who said he must go to every party in this town.

Monday to Sunday Chris is either drinking or in some party WTF. Na kwani huyu Chris hachoki. The chic has suggested that Chris do take some days off the club and parties and they need their time. Chris is still bar and party hoping. Me I think Chris is Shaffie character. You know that good for nothing so called husband of Debbie Asila. I hate him coz he plays Debbie. I digress.

Fact: Chris is not married to this woman
Fiction: The woman needs to do anything to entice Chris to stay home

Reality yesterday: Chris should also sacrifice at least kaa home with the miss you know

Aki radio uncovers some Kenyan men as they are : Kumbaffs.

Some Kenyan men don’t just get their roles in relationships. The chic wants to go out sometimes, stay at home sometimes. And yawa this Chris cannot compromise. Is it me, or is this guy just terribly immature!!!

And you chic “is Chris the last man left standing in the world?”

Side Bar

Ati in the spirit of Kenyan, Kenyanism,….., I decided to use local tailors to make my suits. Yawa!!

i. Female tailors are very unreliable. It has taken me 6 months to get one suit done
ii. Even when it was done it still had numerous mistakes
iii. Male tailors are very reliable
iv. Female tailors tend to design bigger trousers
v. Male tailors tend to design tight trousers hint hint
vi. Male tailors get it almost correct
vii. The market is dominated by Luos
viii. One of the male tailors is very charming yawa
ix. I am now almost going back to sunbeam

Anyhow we are people who like foreign but for a good measure.

We like quality
Quality at a cheaper cost
We know what quality is

One day JKE was wondering why Nakumatt import furniture. It hit me, it would almost be very hard to get a very reliable furniture maker.

The influx of Dubai clothes and other outfits is as worse as dumping can go. They have been dumping their cheap things here which wear out after 3 washes. What happened to anti dumping laws?

We love football
Football made in England
Football made in Germany
Football made in Italy

What do I say?

I have been trying to love our fundis. Yes I have tried. I am not going to give up until I get one. I am sure she is there.

Edit One

Has anyone read this post on The Great Kenya about St Francis? It started here.

What can you do..the 4k Club life members. Isn't it funny that the School is located at Karen and the school is in such a deplorable state. Anyone for the forces?

Maybe the theme for the Social Responsibility been touted by the KUL papas could start here.

Monday, June 05, 2006

Maa Weekend

I have been meaning to write this post for a whole month now.

Someone here trying to learn how to do a Maasai dance.

On the Labour Day weekend, we set out to Kajiado for a self discovery weekend with the AIC Kajiado Girls at the Centre. For those who don’t know it this was started by Priscilla Nangurai the director of the centre for rescued Maasai Girls.

While the trip was to mentor the young girls initially, I have to accept at the end of the day I was the more educated one. I saw courage, I saw determination, I saw girls determined to to live on despite the cultural challenges. I saw what it means to be less privileged. God I learnt lots.

This is the story of their lives

The Maasai woman is as beautiful as they come. Her life is normal until she is 9,10,11,12,13.

She is now ready to be marriedoff now to a man thrice her age!!! . And whence she must undergo the most painful operations that cannot even be labelled FGM. I think I can only call it Vagina Elimination.

Why can’t they wait until 18 at least!!!!! Gosh these are babies who need love and care.. Not women to be married off.

So these girls at the centre have been lucky at least that they must be grateful. They are rescued by either the chiefs or maybe one of their parents. They then stay at the centre for the whole of their lives until they can fend off for themselves. One girl actually told me she cannot remember where her home was as she had been there from standard two. She now has other brothers and sister who she has never set her eyes on. Her sisters are those at the centre!!!

But I wonder

Why would your parents be your own worst enemies?

Why would your parents insist on taking you through some practices which you don’t want?

How would you feel that your home is not your comfort but the source of your lost hopes?

Why cant they just be normal children with normal dreams.

Its 43 years since Kenya attained independence and freedom. Why should you not allow someone the freedom to choose?

Why do our governments close their eyes to this kind of practices and cultural oppression.

Give the Maasai girl a chance to live and learn like other children.

Of course Kajiado is one of the most beautiful places to visit. The area is still green and not rid of the flora and fauna


I have just discovered that one of my favourite bloggers Anonymous Lawyer has published a book. I have not seen the book but i am laughing at the thought. More details at anonymous lawfirm.com.

Those who claim to love me all over blogsphere and you know my birthday passed. Si you hook a sister up with the book. You can read it first then post it you know.

Obvious Targets: Those visiting Kenya in the next six months whoever is the first he he he.
Its obviously not in Text Book Centre. Its not that lawyers are mean like this guy. Actually most are. The New York times did it for him too here
Who says blogging is a waste of time?