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What Is,…No.1?

This post is for Paul, Scarla, Eddah everyone else (you too!)

We should all love our country. Alfred Mutua thinks so.
So does Dorothea McKellar in her poem:

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror –
The wide brown land for me!


Here’s
the rest of the poem


Other writers seem to think so too:
Love
Reasons to LOVE Kenya
We have Elephants!
Lwala diaries
Arise
Bitter-Sweet kenya
Kenyan Blogger’s Say more
[more]

At the end of the day, when all is said and done, Kenya is home and we should love it, and we should strive to improve it. Ama?

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HERO

Last Tuesday I had the not-so-g fortune of watching a video entitled: ‘business Strategies in Africa.’ The video was quite nice and though provoking but one statement left a lasting [bitter] taste in my mouth, so to speak.

“…..While the rest of us are trying to get out of the rat race, these guys are striving to get in!” Stupid European, I thought. He is all the way in God-knows-where and has the audacity to make such statements about people that he knows nothing about!

Yesterday, I had the good fortune to visit Buru, which I have always liked for its beautiful girls, or should I say beautifully clad girls? Either way, I find Buru chicks hot! But, doesn’t everyone? So anyway, I had gone to see a good pal of mine and I found it odd that there were so many people, youth, just sitting about, chatting, having a good time as if without a care in the world. Indeed my pal was seated on the pavement among a group of 10.

When I think about my own esto (and others), I have to admit that its like Nairobi was hit by a wave of ‘culture ya pavement’. Its true. Visit any estate any day of the week and you’ll find idlers, youth, all over the place. I should know because I have helped wear out many a pavement in my time. Probably, you have too or, if you’re female, you remember the time you almost tripped over from all those staring eyes………

But why don’t we, the leaders of kesho, have stuff to do? School? Work? College? Uni?

Kenya being Kenya, I have to say that there is nothing to do. ALL of my pavement friends have finished high school and been to college for, at least, a higher diploma. Their stories are all the same: once you’re through with colle there’s no job, nowhere to go-you’re stuck! Indeed Ben, now immortal on the net (that’ll be 50 bob!), had this to add, “inabidi tu ujipe mogoks, utulie, usahau, ungoje ucheki ka vitu zitajipanga!”

I admit, Ben’s view may not be the way to go but take it from me, there’s nothing much you can do-things just don’t work out.

At this point, the negative views of one of my teachers comes to mind: “In Kenya, we don’t make the ends meet, we just bring them together and hope something happens!” Of course the words of the foul-mouthed-guy-from-the-video you read about earlier also jump into the lets-lose-all-hope bandwagon!

But does it have to be this way?

I remember my teacher…….Ok! I’m, lying, I don’t really remember. I was going through my stuff the other day and stumbled across my class 3 exercise book in ‘writing practice’ where I was astonished to discover the roots of my poor handwriting. Apparently, the teacher had instructed me to write one sentence repeatedly for 3 whole pages!

I already know of my poor handwriting so that isn’t what surp[rised me. The thing that did was that ‘my’ sentence was: we need a hero. I don’t know why that particular teacher chose that particular sentence. Did she need a hero? Her family? Friends? Did she want a husband? I don’t know. But it makes me ask myself, does Kenya need a hero?

Now that’s a thought! Many say that Kenya needs a hero – a special person to lead Kenya out of the doldrums, out of all her problems. I agree, it would be dandy (LOL) but I have to say that it might be a while before we get a hero. I can see no hero in sight, no knight in shining armor riding bravely over the hill to come save us.

I suppose the question should be, can we wait for a hero to come forth? I say no, we cant. It may take us longer than we anticipate.

But there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Though dim, it is a light still. The storm could be over!

We need a hero but there is none in sight. We have to settle for the next best thing: US. Yes, us; me and you. After all, if Kenya is to be saved then why shouldn’t we, Kenyans, save Kenya?

Many think that our fat, milk-fed, cats in government have failed us. Whether you agree or not, its time we stop pointing at others, lets take matters into our own hands: unity is strength.

Don’t take any crap from anyone. If you don’t like it, get rid of it! If someone isn’t doing his/her job then by all means give someone else an opportunity to do a better job. Cjukua control of your life and strive to make it better. If we all work hard to sow seeds of a better tomorrow, we will all harvest bountifully. If we all act as heroes in our own lives then our lives will be better, Kenya will be better.

If Kenya needs a hero, let that hero be you. Make a difference, however small/large.

If we fail to be the heroes and heroines of our country then, in the words of Sunny Bindra, “May the last one to leave the country switch off the lights.”

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Notes
1. mogoks=mogoka
2. If you do not understand sheng/swahili used in nthis post I’ll be happy to translate just ask via a comment.
3. Mr. Sunny Bindra is a writer for the Sunday Nation.
4. You can, rightly, attack me in any way that you see fit for not outlining the ’10 steps to salvation’ like many do. This is because I have no idea how we, as heroes or not, are supposed to save Kenya. All I’m saying is that we need stop laying all blame at Kibaki and Co.-we put him there for Pete’s sake! If you want change, be a hero. Do something, however small, that contributes to your preconceived idea of what your proposed hero would need to change so as to save Kenya.
5. If you have any suggestions of how to ‘save’ Kenya then by any and all means, tell us about them!

Disclaimer
My thoughts, values and beleifs are my own. It is my constitutional right to have them. However, the thoughts, values and beleifs depicted here have nothing against and do not intend to discriminate against lesbians, bisexuals, transgenders, or even ‘straight’ people. Not even goverment types!

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Kenyan Blogger’s Day

The importance of blogs and, by extension, bloggers is become more and more apparent. The internet is substantially shaped by blogs. Blogging is life.

You might not beleive me so here’s a more beleivable voice speaking on the inportance of blogs.
And this too!

If you blog, God bless you; I love you.
If you dont, start today!

More importantly, join KBW; the one, the only Kenyan Blogs Webring.

Enjoy your Madaraka day and remember that no matter where you are or what you do, Kenya is home and you love it(no matter what you think!)

Have a lovely day.

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To all KBWers: Kenyan Blogs Webring CARNIVAL

Hi. Has anyone noticed that the Kenyan Blggers webring is getting too large! (To large to keep in touch with all the blogs, or at least many of them)?

In fact, my friend who joined very recently says that he doesn’t even feel he is in a webring. We (him and I) have been thinking very hard about this. I think the KBW should be a more active part of the blogoshpere. We all keep our blogs up to date, but thats not what I’m talking about. We need to do something together, we as members of the KBW should be more involved in each other’s blogs. We need some activity to galvanize us as one and compell us to know our webring much better. (This will also help in next year’s Kaybees, ama?)

Having thought about this really hard, today I think I came across our solution: A Blog Carnival. This can be a neat way to keep up with all KBW blogs and give everyone a chance to be heard(read?) by the rest of us. I think its an idea worth thinking about.

What is a blog carnival?

I identified two types of carnivals, the first one, common in blog rings, is a type of travelling party in which each member of the ring is given an opportunity to host the carnival. Since we have 700+ blogs, we can give everyone one day on the spotlight. As in the carnival start from blog 1 on the ring going forwards. At least then, some of us would have 700 days to prepare for that day when all eyes and mice(that rhymes) are on us. I ruled out the carnival being weekly coz some of us would have to wait 700 weeks!!!

The other type of carnival is a type where the carnival management team (that would be KBW management?) gives us a topic that we all blog about and then hosts everyone’s posts on that topic on some site or, even better, on someone’s blog. This is much like what happened on Kenyan Blogger’s Day 2006.

I propose a sort of hybrid carnival; a travelling carnival in which each week we all write on a specific topic and then all our posts are collected and posted on one person’s blog. Of course this person should be someone who contributed to that week’s carnival. Sine KBW is so large, this thing can’t move from blog 1 onwards since some people would never get to participate so I propose that we come up with some way to choose the next week’s hosting blog. We could, probably, leave this decision to teach week’s host.

This is a very rough idea but I think all of us, as members of the KBW, should give it a serious thought.

Updates
1.This can significantly boost each hosts blog rank (eg at technorati)
2. Check out Blog Carnival.

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Desperate Times

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I recently joined a rugby team and, every morning, we train a bit at a soccer field. Last week, we were surprised to see that a goal-post had been …er…. stolen. Yes, hack-sawed right through and carried away!
This got me thinking. The theft required at least three people to carry out and it must have taken place very late at night.
Think about it. How much is a goal post worth? Probably, selling it as scrap metal is the best option and can generate, at most 350-450 shillings. So the 3 thieves put in so much effort to take home, what, 150 shillings? Totally not worth it.
But we do live in desperate times. I suppose when you have mouths to feed and bills to pay you will take any opportunity to do so. Think then of the desperaton that arises when your wife and infant child(ren) have’nt really eaten in weeks and you have’nt paid rent for your mud-hut (or cardboard shack) in months.
At this level of desperation, a goal post must look like pure gold.
So, when you hear of strangely petty thefts or other crimes, do not immediatley jump the gun and yelp for the perpetrator’s blood. ( He/she could be a parent of seven, living on the mean streets of Nairobi).
Yelp, instead, for the head and blood of Kibaki and Co.
Do they care that we live in desperate times? I think not. Look at them, driving thir big fancy cars, eating in overly expensive restuarants, pocketing bags of money – all without a damn worry in the world!
Do you think that, amidst the buckets of tender chicken at his table, a guy like Kiraitu ( or any other fat cat) gives one ounce of thought to the fact that the particular tax-payer whose money he is burning probably died of hunger last week?
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‘A voice was heard in Ramah
Weeping and great lamentation
Rachel weeping for her children
And she would not be comforted, because they are not’