it is one blog at a time...how is EVERYONE!
i must admit that i migrated...went over to wordpress for a bit...so check it out.
www.thoughtsandlyrics.wordpress.com
and i was re-reading some stuff we wrote...and its HILARIOUS how cyclical life can be!
hope you are all well...lets start this up!
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Blogging blues
Nate - i was wondering the same thing. So how do we bring this back to what it once was?
Answer - one blog at a time...
Answer - one blog at a time...
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Nena Bubu Nena.................
I am sitting in my bed this evening wondering when I lost my voice!!!!
Though I had no vote, I have always and should always remain a voice for my country. My opinion may not always be right but when injustices openly occur, injustices that even the blind can see.......HOW IS IT THAT MY VOICE is silent.
How did I allow the cloak of fear to mask my coice. Why did I not stand my ground and shout from the rooftops? Why did my safety matter more than the lives of over 1000 Kenyans...I weep now( a tad late),daily for the loss I have suffered. I try and tell myself that there is nothing I could have done. But the words of Wainaina Haunt me....
Do you remember:
Who is to blame..
Who is behind this
Who lives in the shadows
Who lights the flame of this raging inferno..........
My tears have finally been allowed to flow freely and I will let myself cry. I must cry away my shame at holding back in silence. I must cry away my foolishness for allowing Kenya to come to a place where Leaders are not accountable to the people. Where I have allowed my leaders to become selfish and callous. I must cry away the sorrow I feel at the loss of Kenyan lives. I must break the wall that I have been building up since December 27th 2007 when I went home to the comfort of the loving arms of my sweetheart and trusted the Kenyan vote to a flawed Electoral Commission. A commission I had had the chance to correct a few years back when minimum reforms to the constitution were tabled. BUT NO. I said either I have all I want or nothing at all. Now my Kukuyu brother is slain, Now my Luo Sister is slain, Now my Kalenjin Nephew is slain, Now my Kamba cousin is slain, Now.......yes I should go on to mention my relatives from the 42 tribes, because my generation is of mixed tribal heritage and my KENYA has always and will always be a multi-tribal country.
For the times I looked away as the poor became poorer. The times I laughed off my responsibility to demand systems that can give my mother in Kibera a lift from her poverty over a glass of expensive wine at a plush hotel in Nairobi. For the times I demanded that they must work harder and pull their own weight. For the moment that I ignored the tribal divide convincing myself that it would go away on its own. I cry.
TRUTH can never be silenced, and there is only so much we can sweep under the carpet.
Now my tears are wept....my heart still craves the Kenya that she knows.
The Kenya in my dreams, the Kenya that is rising, stirring from under the destruction. Where we will look the truth of injustice in the eye and take on our fear of confrontation. Where out leaders will be held accountable for their action. Where Kenya will be everyones priority, Where I will be free to be from any of the 42 tribes and have the same opportunities as everyone else. The same rights and freedoms.
But the question remains.....
Amkeni Mifupa Mitupu....Pokeeni Hewa
Ni nani nani?
Atakaye paza ...Sauti ya haki
Nena Bubu Nena.....
Atakaye simama
Atakaye hesabiwa
It is you and I.
I am ready to take my place now. My apologies Kenya. I had given in to my fear and selfishness, and lost sight of our dream.
Though I had no vote, I have always and should always remain a voice for my country. My opinion may not always be right but when injustices openly occur, injustices that even the blind can see.......HOW IS IT THAT MY VOICE is silent.
How did I allow the cloak of fear to mask my coice. Why did I not stand my ground and shout from the rooftops? Why did my safety matter more than the lives of over 1000 Kenyans...I weep now( a tad late),daily for the loss I have suffered. I try and tell myself that there is nothing I could have done. But the words of Wainaina Haunt me....
Do you remember:
Who is to blame..
Who is behind this
Who lives in the shadows
Who lights the flame of this raging inferno..........
My tears have finally been allowed to flow freely and I will let myself cry. I must cry away my shame at holding back in silence. I must cry away my foolishness for allowing Kenya to come to a place where Leaders are not accountable to the people. Where I have allowed my leaders to become selfish and callous. I must cry away the sorrow I feel at the loss of Kenyan lives. I must break the wall that I have been building up since December 27th 2007 when I went home to the comfort of the loving arms of my sweetheart and trusted the Kenyan vote to a flawed Electoral Commission. A commission I had had the chance to correct a few years back when minimum reforms to the constitution were tabled. BUT NO. I said either I have all I want or nothing at all. Now my Kukuyu brother is slain, Now my Luo Sister is slain, Now my Kalenjin Nephew is slain, Now my Kamba cousin is slain, Now.......yes I should go on to mention my relatives from the 42 tribes, because my generation is of mixed tribal heritage and my KENYA has always and will always be a multi-tribal country.
For the times I looked away as the poor became poorer. The times I laughed off my responsibility to demand systems that can give my mother in Kibera a lift from her poverty over a glass of expensive wine at a plush hotel in Nairobi. For the times I demanded that they must work harder and pull their own weight. For the moment that I ignored the tribal divide convincing myself that it would go away on its own. I cry.
TRUTH can never be silenced, and there is only so much we can sweep under the carpet.
Now my tears are wept....my heart still craves the Kenya that she knows.
The Kenya in my dreams, the Kenya that is rising, stirring from under the destruction. Where we will look the truth of injustice in the eye and take on our fear of confrontation. Where out leaders will be held accountable for their action. Where Kenya will be everyones priority, Where I will be free to be from any of the 42 tribes and have the same opportunities as everyone else. The same rights and freedoms.
But the question remains.....
Amkeni Mifupa Mitupu....Pokeeni Hewa
Ni nani nani?
Atakaye paza ...Sauti ya haki
Nena Bubu Nena.....
Atakaye simama
Atakaye hesabiwa
It is you and I.
I am ready to take my place now. My apologies Kenya. I had given in to my fear and selfishness, and lost sight of our dream.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
POLYGAMY Allowed in proposed marriage bill
You may all have read the article in the standard today or been following up on Kenyan laws and constitution and so have heard of this proposed marriage bill.
I was both pleased/confused/etc to note that Kenya is looking to liberalize its thoughts on marriage. The only thing that bugs me is the Polygamy accepted as long as you state your intentions before marriage number 1. I was hoping that we could also see Polyandry given the same treatment. Not that I am or am not a women rights activist, I just think this will aid the mama's who have to hide to have their needs met when their boo's ain't satisfactory.
I was both pleased/confused/etc to note that Kenya is looking to liberalize its thoughts on marriage. The only thing that bugs me is the Polygamy accepted as long as you state your intentions before marriage number 1. I was hoping that we could also see Polyandry given the same treatment. Not that I am or am not a women rights activist, I just think this will aid the mama's who have to hide to have their needs met when their boo's ain't satisfactory.
Monday, July 16, 2007
You praying?
Interesting passage i read the other day that echoed in its profoundness to my current situation. I think I've been trying really hard to communicate with God and have not felt it very genuine.
Enjoy.
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Prayer looks abroad and asks for some foreign additions to come through some foreign virtue, and loses itself in endless mazes of natural and supernatural, and mediatorial and miraculous. Prayer that craves a particular commodity, anything less than all good, is vicious.; Prayer is the contemplation of the facts of life from the highest point of view. It is the soliloquy of a beholding and jubilant soul. It is the spirit of God pronouncing his works good. But prayer as a means to effect a private end is meanness and theft. It supposes dualism and not unity in nature and consciousness. As soon as the man is at one with God, he will not beg. He will then see prayer in all action. The prayer of the farmer kneeling in his field to weed it, the prayer of the rower kneeling with the stroke of his oar, are true prayers heard throughout nature, though for cheap ends. Caratach, in Fletcher's "bonduca", when admonished to inquire the mind of the god Aduate, replies, -
-Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self-reliance.
Enjoy.
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Prayer looks abroad and asks for some foreign additions to come through some foreign virtue, and loses itself in endless mazes of natural and supernatural, and mediatorial and miraculous. Prayer that craves a particular commodity, anything less than all good, is vicious.; Prayer is the contemplation of the facts of life from the highest point of view. It is the soliloquy of a beholding and jubilant soul. It is the spirit of God pronouncing his works good. But prayer as a means to effect a private end is meanness and theft. It supposes dualism and not unity in nature and consciousness. As soon as the man is at one with God, he will not beg. He will then see prayer in all action. The prayer of the farmer kneeling in his field to weed it, the prayer of the rower kneeling with the stroke of his oar, are true prayers heard throughout nature, though for cheap ends. Caratach, in Fletcher's "bonduca", when admonished to inquire the mind of the god Aduate, replies, -
"His hidden meaning lies in our endeavours. Our valors are our best gods."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self-reliance.
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