I know many people would appreciate the mystery surrounding the AIDS pandemic as being one hounded with secrecy, prejudice, stigma. Persons who either don’t understand that the disease is incommunicable and/or fail to appreciate that it’s passed from humans to humans . Some people have taken it upon themselves to treat victims of the disease with a lot of disdain much to my chagrin, you might wonder what I mean.
A friend of mine recently got a job with a local company which I consider to be quite respectable. My quarrel with them was that before the confirmation of the offer, a medical examination has to be carried out and sent to the employer directly without having showed the results to their hopeful employee, now the question that begs for an answer is that who gives a future employer legitimacy to know what my medical status is. So if it is positive what is the worst they would do? Give me a job and monitor for every cough or rash and proceed to fire me on medical grounds? This is what I call violation of privacy at its best.
I frown upon practices that are meant to dehumanize the person and worse still a person is left with no option but to undertake the job (remember the rate of unemployment).It is as if you as an employer are immunized against the disease. Everybody should remember all persons can contact HIV,,,,
This is the Government policy on HIV Public Sector policy
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Monday, January 09, 2006
Forever, Amen- Randy Davis
Love it , love it...
You may think that I’m talking foolish
You’ve heard that I’m wild & I’m free
You may wonder how I can promise you now
This love that I’m feeling for you always will be
You’re not this time that I’m killing
I’m no longer one of those guys
As sure as I live this love that I give
Is gonna be yours till the day that I die -- oh baby
I’m gonna love you forever, forever & ever amen
As long as old men sit & talk about the weather
As long as old women sit & talk about old men
If you wonder how long I’ll be faithfull
I’ll be happy to tell you again
I’m gonna love you forever & ever, forever & ever amen
They say that time takes it’s toll on a body
Makes the young girls brown hair turn grey
But honey, I don’t care, I’m not in love with your hair
And if it all fell out well I’d love you anyway
They say that time can play tricks on a memory
And people forget things that they knew
But it’s easy to see it’s happening to me
I’ve already forgotten every woman but you --- oh baby
I’m gonna love you forever, forever & ever amen
As long as old men sit & talk about the weather
As long as old women sit & talk about old men
If you wonder how long I’ll be faithful
Just listen to how this song ends
I’m gonna love you forever & ever forever & ever
Forever & ever forever & ever amen
You may think that I’m talking foolish
You’ve heard that I’m wild & I’m free
You may wonder how I can promise you now
This love that I’m feeling for you always will be
You’re not this time that I’m killing
I’m no longer one of those guys
As sure as I live this love that I give
Is gonna be yours till the day that I die -- oh baby
I’m gonna love you forever, forever & ever amen
As long as old men sit & talk about the weather
As long as old women sit & talk about old men
If you wonder how long I’ll be faithfull
I’ll be happy to tell you again
I’m gonna love you forever & ever, forever & ever amen
They say that time takes it’s toll on a body
Makes the young girls brown hair turn grey
But honey, I don’t care, I’m not in love with your hair
And if it all fell out well I’d love you anyway
They say that time can play tricks on a memory
And people forget things that they knew
But it’s easy to see it’s happening to me
I’ve already forgotten every woman but you --- oh baby
I’m gonna love you forever, forever & ever amen
As long as old men sit & talk about the weather
As long as old women sit & talk about old men
If you wonder how long I’ll be faithful
Just listen to how this song ends
I’m gonna love you forever & ever forever & ever
Forever & ever forever & ever amen
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Little Snippets
Venue: Buffet Park, Hurlingham
Entry of Kenyan Pundit behind the scenes
Whisper ; that is Kenyan Pundit
Milo; No, that’s not her (very interested) .
The boy already thoroughly whipped
Shiroh: That’s her (from a vague recollection of what M had said)
Milo watches in awe, Nick stands up (yes he did in anticipation)
My name is Nick, Shiroh is my name
Milo: My name is Isaac…oops
We all looked at each other …no one had heard of the name before
Who wants more of this ..there is much to tell.
As an after thought , Nick the much sought baby face (might it be the face of an ugly baby Daudi?) hey will u wanna come for our next meeting? “Meeting” I said to myself, maybe just to discuss why the hell did they have to hire Nick as part of admin? I was ready to add my 2 cents on why it was the next worst idea after cornflakes….Being a part of the decision making crew of KBW..they needed my skills to draft an MOU, what kind of guys get in the admin of KBW. Hurriedly after a trip, I make my way to Hurlingham (note all this time I am supposed to be Nick’s concubine) he has not even offered to pick me up! I am sure Blue has something to say about those habits that Nick and his ilk from Med School pick up in 5 years and spend the rest of their lives unleashing to unsuspecting female folk.
“Every body loves Nick” seemed to be the reason why Nick was hired! If I said Nick wasn’t lovable I would be lying and if I said he is bulliable I am even being more truthful. So I walk in Thinker extends a warm hand (my key board tried to type hug) no firm handshake you know those that your grandmother extends when she hasn’t seen for 5 years. I hear hes got this thing going with G and it would have not been very bright.
Odds got me sitting near Nick! He knew very well I would have preferred it near Mental but what the heck! Must do what he must to keep concubine since Mistress has found a better shoulder! Nick is a quiet schemer. So Nick gulped his first tequila, I knew very well he wasn’t a seasoned mlevi of this stuff. Anyway I watched closely as he did his first shuba doo (or what does Gishungwa call it) it was first very slow rubbing a nearby pole. He shamelessly flirted with the first waitress (forget it Blue was sitting all the time)
“Hey Ma’am what nice legs you have” So by that time Gishungwa was ready to help out Nick. The shuba doos weren’t working any more. Let the lap dance begin. Enyewe there Gish is a master. Hopeless Nick lost balance, kept his eyes on the waitress. Mastered how to put his legs in the right place that is between the thighs. When Hendrix came to the scene then he had to bow out and watch how that is being done.
The sobering effect of the lap dance got Nick asking for a fanta (why pay more I insist). So I help with a little vodka..Hey I got to watch this. “I have never seen your legs” you hear Thinker! He has never seen my legs!”@ I told him it could wait and it is not my fault he has never seen my leg. Hey you guys my my the next thing I knew a guy was down lifting my trouser. What do you call traumatic experiences! My ooh my. Relax my guy I told him. Luckily the go lucky happy waitress was back so Nick relaxed put his best behavior suit. Whoever said you can’t hide love.
The guy whispers in the waitress some stuff and the girl giggles. All this time I had not realized that Nick was the hopeless romantic here. He couldn’t even help me pour my drink .WTF (I had put him in the strange bedfellow status with romance). More tequila please! “Let the party begin”
Milo sat quietly, looking at Kenyan Pundit all the time (need I say again) throwing daggers at M. Apparently M had met her previously and there was more bonding. All the while Nick still doesn’t have the name of the waitress and quite frankly he frantically begged me to ask for her name. He promised to pour my drink at least and I got the name. Liz. Can you imagine Nick accused me of sexual harassment! After going all the way down he wanted to play victim. Witty Nick…
More lap dance more tequila, and by 10 p.m. some waitress worked no longer. Nick held her on his laps. I begged him to let the girl work so it happened all too fast. 2 seconds must have been…accurately.
Entry of Kenyan Pundit behind the scenes
Whisper ; that is Kenyan Pundit
Milo; No, that’s not her (very interested) .
The boy already thoroughly whipped
Shiroh: That’s her (from a vague recollection of what M had said)
Milo watches in awe, Nick stands up (yes he did in anticipation)
My name is Nick, Shiroh is my name
Milo: My name is Isaac…oops
We all looked at each other …no one had heard of the name before
Who wants more of this ..there is much to tell.
As an after thought , Nick the much sought baby face (might it be the face of an ugly baby Daudi?) hey will u wanna come for our next meeting? “Meeting” I said to myself, maybe just to discuss why the hell did they have to hire Nick as part of admin? I was ready to add my 2 cents on why it was the next worst idea after cornflakes….Being a part of the decision making crew of KBW..they needed my skills to draft an MOU, what kind of guys get in the admin of KBW. Hurriedly after a trip, I make my way to Hurlingham (note all this time I am supposed to be Nick’s concubine) he has not even offered to pick me up! I am sure Blue has something to say about those habits that Nick and his ilk from Med School pick up in 5 years and spend the rest of their lives unleashing to unsuspecting female folk.
“Every body loves Nick” seemed to be the reason why Nick was hired! If I said Nick wasn’t lovable I would be lying and if I said he is bulliable I am even being more truthful. So I walk in Thinker extends a warm hand (my key board tried to type hug) no firm handshake you know those that your grandmother extends when she hasn’t seen for 5 years. I hear hes got this thing going with G and it would have not been very bright.
Odds got me sitting near Nick! He knew very well I would have preferred it near Mental but what the heck! Must do what he must to keep concubine since Mistress has found a better shoulder! Nick is a quiet schemer. So Nick gulped his first tequila, I knew very well he wasn’t a seasoned mlevi of this stuff. Anyway I watched closely as he did his first shuba doo (or what does Gishungwa call it) it was first very slow rubbing a nearby pole. He shamelessly flirted with the first waitress (forget it Blue was sitting all the time)
“Hey Ma’am what nice legs you have” So by that time Gishungwa was ready to help out Nick. The shuba doos weren’t working any more. Let the lap dance begin. Enyewe there Gish is a master. Hopeless Nick lost balance, kept his eyes on the waitress. Mastered how to put his legs in the right place that is between the thighs. When Hendrix came to the scene then he had to bow out and watch how that is being done.
The sobering effect of the lap dance got Nick asking for a fanta (why pay more I insist). So I help with a little vodka..Hey I got to watch this. “I have never seen your legs” you hear Thinker! He has never seen my legs!”@ I told him it could wait and it is not my fault he has never seen my leg. Hey you guys my my the next thing I knew a guy was down lifting my trouser. What do you call traumatic experiences! My ooh my. Relax my guy I told him. Luckily the go lucky happy waitress was back so Nick relaxed put his best behavior suit. Whoever said you can’t hide love.
The guy whispers in the waitress some stuff and the girl giggles. All this time I had not realized that Nick was the hopeless romantic here. He couldn’t even help me pour my drink .WTF (I had put him in the strange bedfellow status with romance). More tequila please! “Let the party begin”
Milo sat quietly, looking at Kenyan Pundit all the time (need I say again) throwing daggers at M. Apparently M had met her previously and there was more bonding. All the while Nick still doesn’t have the name of the waitress and quite frankly he frantically begged me to ask for her name. He promised to pour my drink at least and I got the name. Liz. Can you imagine Nick accused me of sexual harassment! After going all the way down he wanted to play victim. Witty Nick…
More lap dance more tequila, and by 10 p.m. some waitress worked no longer. Nick held her on his laps. I begged him to let the girl work so it happened all too fast. 2 seconds must have been…accurately.
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