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!!

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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?

Now
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

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.