I am curious how much the crooks in PNU (& affiliates) and ODM (& affiliates) are getting from the mobitelea scam...
Of course, with the all-powerful presidency no wonder jomo "the land grabber" kenyatta & dan "the idiot" moi were able to f**k Kenyans... for all those years...
Growing up, jomo kenyatta was portrayed as a 'demi-god' and it turned out he was nothing than a thieving, lying false god. Luminaries such as Pio Gama Pinto, Tom Mboya & JM Kariuki were killed... possibly under orders from state house... Then the constitutional amendments that entrenched corruption in Kenya. Sidelined were leaders like oginga odinga & Joseph Murumbi.
“Ati?! Corraarrwaaas?” - “Atiriiri…..” - “..but why should I join this team?” - Well, because a) why not? and b) let’s show them some *pamoja spirit* and what we‘re capable of. 2008 will be just another great opportunity for the Afrisphere.
p.s.: you won’t need an iPhone for twitter, not even a phone, just 2 minutes to register @twitter and join the @afriteam. Very simpooool.
Wenn man länger ohne Backofen oder gar Mikrowelle lebt, lernt man wieder richtig kochen. Nicht dass ich ein großer Freund von Tiefkühlkost bin (soll ja auch nicht ganz so schlimm sein) - aber ein überbackener Auflauf ab und zu wäre auch nicht schlecht.
Im Inet und diversen Kochbüchern gibt es sicherlich gute Rezepte, wie man auch nur mit einer Heizplatte und zwei Töpfen gut was zaubern kann, allerdings bin ich in letzter Zeit den asiatischen Gerichten verfallen, die ja überwiegend im WoK zubereitet werde. Einen (von diesen guten, günstigen, mit Teflon ausgeschlagenen und stabiler Bodenplatte versehenen IKEA) Wok habe ich zwar auch grad nicht, dafür allerdings einen stabilen Kochtopf.
Eigentlich sollte ich hier auch viel mehr übers Essen Kochen bloggen.
By SEXING up last year's KSCE results, the Ministry of Education has unwittingly embarked on a journey to destroy the future of a whole generation. The pain and trauma caused by recalling examination results for readjustment is immeasurable. A failed examination council spells irreversible DOOM for Kenya's future.
Let us face it. The controversial results will have ripple effects that will reverberate worldwide. The loss of credibility in the eyes of global institutions which have hitherto trained Kenya's best brains. Kenyan students and graduates may soon find it very difficult securing admission and job vacancies outside our borders.
Nature NEVER defies the basic normal distribution which captures the indisputable central limit theorem. All excellent grades in any school must end up being weighted down by average performance. That last year's KCSE results were SEXED up is irrefutable. You can't fail to smell odours of our primitive politics rearing its ugly head in all these where schools in the right locations had 100% performances.
Superlative deception Even a class of exclusive geniuses must produce the best and worst. It is disheartening to read that our schools are NOT spared our national pastime of hell-for-leather mentality to succeed at any cost. The most ridiculous was to have some schools ordering their candidates to buy mobile phones as accessories to aid in exam cheating.
It is the height of unforgivable irresponsibility to see Minister Ongeri trivialize such a phenomenon crisis to mere numbers. His claim that only about 4000 students were affected is not only insensitive but exposes the utter contempt Kenyan leaders hold their electorate. Never before has a leader played Russian roulette with many lives.
The only way to save face is to have last year's exams remarked and schools re-ranked. No amount of time buying will wash. The stakes here are phenomenally high. Just like the stolen polls, all went wrong at the headquarters with tallying. We must not allow the antics of vote stealing to be replicated in facets of our lives. It is a national shame.
The year 2007 will definitely go down in history as Kenyan's worst in all spheres. We are unwittingly processing a colossal heard of lost generation. And the effects of this superlative deception will surely come back to haunt us as a nation with devastating consequences.
Hello! Hello ! Hello! I once heard the expression:
It’s impossible to hate a person when you know where they have come from.
I think that’s because when you see where someone has come from, things that they do that seem illogical all of a sudden make sense.All of a sudden you realize that people have gone through what you go through and that when you break it all down, there are a lot of similarities between all of us, us human beings.
So, I am writing my timeline out here in Australia, not for egotistical reasons- though those are always nice- but more so that you can understand where I’m coming from. Whereas this blog is semi-personal, it isn’t a personal diary like most blogs which I know and love. This is because I honestly wanted to bring something different to this great medium known as the blogosphere. And as I continue to write less and less about myself and more and more about the type of stuff that will hopefully be useful to you, I want you to know where I am coming from. A lot of the things I have done are kinda cooky (just mildly though, don’t expect any serial killer stories here) , but in context, they all make sense.
Style
This is my third attempt at writing this. The first one was six pages long and the second was 10 pages long. In spite of that, they both were telling entirely different stories. I didn’t believe it at first but my emotional and mental story is way too complex and convoluted for me to hope to explain it in a couple of posts so instead I thought I would walk you through the events themselves and just give you a bit of side commentary ala Twitter (btw if you and you’re friends are not on twitter, it is the coolest thing, make sure you get on it. You can be my twitter friend too, my name is masmilele).
Btw, that’s me sitting in the top right corner of the blog with a wistful, melancholic look on my face, for those who are wondering whether God hit me with the ugly stick. Without any further explanation and ado:
PART ONE
2000
In December, my family travels to Australia. At the time I have just finished primary school and am awaiting my KCPE results-for the unitiated KCPE is the exam done at the end of primary school in Kenya that determines what high school I will go to.
I do much worse than I expected to in KCPE.I strongly suspect that I was marked down (Marking down is the system where people from middle and higher income schools get their marks reduced so that they can compete with people from poorer schools that don’t have the same access to facilities. Fantastic system! In retrospect, I didn’t mind being marked down too much). Fortunately, I have a relationship with a principal of one of the best schools in the country.In the back of my mind, I know I can always fall back on that.
My family decides they love Australia and especially Melbourne. When we arrive home, my family decide that we are all shipping over to Australia. I am over the moon with joy.
2001
I get into a great high school in spite of my only-slightly-better-than-average mark in KCPE.
My loud mouth gives me a seat as sport’s captain in my first day and voted in as Vice Captain in my first week: I have the sports ability of a modified antenna though.
I become relatively well known around the school and have at the very least acquantance relationships with everyone in my class and most people in the school.
I don’t care about academics at all. Only thing that excites me is arguing with my Italian RE teacher (gives you a clue where I went to high school if you’re Kenyan) who thinks I have half a brain Aside from that only thing I see when I look at the board are things to make snide remarks at, alcohol bottles& satchets and the female form.
I party at every chance though I am almost always broke, can’t afford fancy clothes and have no ability to talk to the ladies. Enjoy going out with my older cousin(big up V and friends from school)
Start a band while in school. Write about 20 songs, assemble about six members but never manage have rehearsals or do anything though we have connections with one of the best production houses – the best at the time – in the country.
Get caught shoplifting alcohol with my best friend at the time. That beating convinces me to never shoplift ever again. Precursor to my quiting drinking many years later. Guilt unfortunately melts away when me and my friend happen upon a couple of women while taking the bus home………..
First Half 2002
Learn that we are immigrating to Australia. Proceed to drop out of school like the place was on fire.
Mother is absolutely furious that I stay in the house and won’t do housework to the point that she kicks me out of the house in the middle of the night. With money I stole from her I go to the city where my cousin is staying thinking this is the beginning of a great partying lifestyle: I am home waiting to immigrate by the next day.
8 Do not gloat over me, my enemy! Though I have fallen, I will rise. Though I sit in darkness, the LORD will be my light.
9 Because I have sinned against him, I will bear the LORD's wrath, until he pleads my case and establishes my right. He will bring me out into the light; I will see his righteousness.
10 Then my enemy will see it and will be covered with shame, she who said to me, "Where is the LORD your God?" My eyes will see her downfall; even now she will be trampled underfoot like mire in the streets.
11 The day for building your walls will come, the day for extending your boundaries.
I am extremely pleased to announce that the next International Carnival of Pozitivities will be taking place on this blog in April. The International Carnival of Pozitivities is a blog carnival for people living with HIV/AIDS around the world. This includes every human being on the planet Earth. The aim of this initiative is to [...]SHARETHIS.addEntry({ title: "Coming soon – The International Carnival of Pozitivities (2.10)", url: "http://www.mshairi.com/blog/?p=444" });
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Aside from that only thing I see when I look at the board are things to make snide remarks at, alcohol bottles& satchets and the female form.