
Ken Banks is the 6th in the African Digerati series of interviews. Ken has become a recognized leader in the mobile space in Africa, primarily through his open source text messaging hub called FrontlineSMS. He speaks regularly around the world on the use of mobile technologies to meet the demands of the real world in places like Africa.
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You can find more information on Ken Banks at www.kiwanja.net. Including information on his projects, his mobile database, pictures and blog. It’s one of the best resources for information on mobile technology for Africa on the web.
What do you do?
I use a mix of 22 years in IT, 14 years working on and off in various parts of Africa, and a degree in Social Anthropology with Development Studies to help local, national and international non-profit organisations make better use of information and communications technology – particularly mobile – in their work. I’m usually based out of the UK (where I have a small flat in a lovely Cambridgeshire village), but am currently a Visiting Fellow at Stanford University on the Reuters Digital Vision Program. To pay the bills I do a mixture of paid consultancy and pro-bono work for a range of NGOs, working mostly at grassroots level, a place where I strongly believe the greatest change will come
It is one thing to say that qualified women should fight for positions in public
office but another to actually create policies that will enable this to happen.
Women, given the opportunity are going for the highest level of education they
can attain in their various fields of interest. They too are ambitious and want
the very best for Kenya. Just like their males counterparts in Kenya, they
should not have to fight for positions in public office if they have the
relevant education and experience. This mindset will only change if the nation
as a whole embraces the notion that character, relevant training and experience
rather than gender should be the driving force when considering who to elect as
public officials to serve the country.
Earlier this year in March, I discovered that the WP-ShorStat plugin I had been using for a long time actually congested my database, so I cleaned up the database by simply deleting all WP-SS values on my db.
I had to do the same today, as - just in a time span of 4 months - WP-ShortStat again bloated my db to an extent I just didn’t like. Mzeecedric already suggested the other day to use external statistic tools only - which is a very smart idea to keep your WP-database clean.
While visiting Christian at his desk on friday afternoon, we talked about using Google Analytics, and I really have to admit that I am a bit slow when it comes to implementing new stuff on my site. ‘Nways, I consequently switched all my statistics to Google Analytics and currently looking for a plugin that implements some important stats (= whatever you like to appear on your GoogleAnalytics dashboard) to the WP dashboard - just what WP-ShortStat did, but much better.
Oh, and in case you’re using WP on your site + are tired of implementing the code into you site, pls try this awesome GoogleAnalytics plugin that does a bit more than simply adding the GA code.
Also, I took this opportunity to activate the WordPress Mobile Plugin by Andy Moore, who is an active member of the dotMobi group.
Considering that mobile phones are rapidly becoming the IT platform / interface for those who don’t use a desktop pc / notebook, it does make sense to prepare websites so that they run on the tiny screens of most mobile phones. Oh, and Andy also blogged on the upcoming Mobile Web 2.0 conference… :-)
You know these ppl want you to register another domain ending on the top level .mobi - which I think is a bit absurd, as subdomains actually do the job:
m.uhuru.de ==> blog.uhuru.de, optimized* for mobile phones
Using the “m” subdomain makes much more sense to me (and others), unless of course you’re Mzeecedric who is already using the m. subdomain to extend his zung.us domain into m.zung.us :-)
*[at the moment, m.uhuru.de is just a redirector to my blog, which has the above mentioned WP Mobile Plugin installed - so the optimized content is only visible through mobile phones or emulators…]
Since writing the previous post, I have been feeling pretty low, lousy and lost since it made me go to a place in my mind that I do not visit often, and touched a spot in my heart that is obviously still very tender. However, a few moments after posting it online, I opened an email which contained the words, “The next message you need is right where you are” at the very bottom. The message in the email was very timely since it talked about the significance of painful memories from the past and how to handle them. Do you believe in coincidences or do you believe that everything happens for a reason? As I write this, I already feel much better.
Here is the complete text I extracted from today’s edition of an electronic newsletter from [higherawareness.com]:
Let go of the past
“Your journey has molded you for your greater good, and it was exactly what it needed to be. Don’t think that you’ve lost time. There is no short-cutting to life. It took each and every situation you have encountered to bring you to the now. And now is right on time.”
- Asha Tyson
No regrets. As we become more aware, we begin to realize that there’s a purpose to everything that happens. This builds our trust, and supports us in being willing to be more open and daring to really experience life as it unfolds.
If we pay attention to what’s happening in each moment, we will discover that life continually brings us opportunities to heal our past wounds. When a painful memory surfaces, we can take the time to feel it fully, give compassion to ourselves and any others and allow the energy to release. As we deal with the past in this way IN THE PRESENT, we free ourselves to more fully connect with life.
“The next message you need is right where you are.”
- Ram Dass
Last evening, I saw the conspicuous Toyota Corolla that belongs to a middle aged man who lives in my neighborhood. It was sandwiched between two other cars, in a parking lot at the local shopping centre. And as if its bright red color was not visible enough, it was liberally covered in a film of fine red dust. The dust comes from the red coffee soil that is predominant in Kiambu District. I then recalled that it must have been the day that the middle aged man buried his daughter who passed away earlier in the week after being involved in as accident in Northern Kenya.
Each time I contemplate what it might feel like for a parent to lose a child, I often remember what I witnessed when my older sister died 10 years ago. It was 10 days before the Christmas of 1996, and everyone around us was clearly in the festive mood. That evening, I remember hearing music and happy voices from a neighbor’s house as the family celebrated the graduation of their daughter from the university. In contrast, the mood in our household was somber as friends and relatives began trickling in to console us. Everything seemed like a dream. Earlier that day, I had witnessed the anguish that my parents went through when they learnt that my sister had died.
She had been in hospital for a few days and on that Saturday, she was bright and cheery since apart from her husband, parents, brothers and sister, many other friends and relatives had stopped by to say hello. And then at a moment that only my mother was at her bedside, she died.
When we saw my hysterical mother running from her room while screaming at the top of her voice and an emergency team running into the same room from the opposite direction, we were all thrown into confusion. Personally, I thought it was all a mistake since I had just spoken with her a short while before. But within a short while, our worst fears were confirmed. It was around 3.30 in the afternoon.
No one seemed to know what to do. My mother was still hysterical, and my brother and I were trying to contain her. My father seemed dazed. And then as if snapping out of a trance, he came over and took hold of his wife’s hand. He then looked into her streaming eyes and asked in his stern Kikuyu voice, “Nyina wa Masharia, nĩ maũndũ maigana tũonete hamwe?” What that meant was, “How many other storms have we weathered together?” As soon as her husband asked her that question, she immediately calmed down and was to remain composed throughout the mourning period. I could tell from both their faces that something big had changed in their lives. I wonder if the man with the red car has a similar look in his face.
When my second born sister died at 29, my parents had been married for over 30 years. Now they have been together for over 40 years. What ups and downs have they experienced together in those years? One thing that I am sure about is that they are each other’s greatest supporters. I remember once when I walked away in indignation after a protracted argument with my father, my mother ran after me. On catching up, she said one of those things that people like her say only once in a very long time; “Your father is a difficult man. Consider what you would do if you had to live with him every day? You should try to understand him and take him as he is.”
What she had just told me is that she had managed to live with my father all those years because she tried to understand him and chose to accept him just the way he is. I suppose that for them to get through each day together, they had to make that decision daily. Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months, and months into years. And through it all, people go through ups and downs together, weathering storms that only the two of them know about.
In these days when relationships seem so hard to sustain, a person might be tempted to give up on longer term arrangements like marriage. Many individuals who have dreams of getting married cannot seem to find the ‘right’ partner with whom they can stay with long enough to make the short walk down the aisle. Something always seems to be lacking. And yet, many other couples are deciding to give themselves to each other each day. Whether we are by ourselves or with a partner in this journey, let us continue to ask God for trust, belief and faith in ourselves and in others.
Guess, you still are in our minds.