This Heart

Loving God Always

2010-10-07T08:13:00.000-07:00

Loving God always is hard to do, especially when you are mad, angry, disappointed that things aren't going your way. This is the time you can't see Him, leave alone speak to Him face to face. When things are not going right, or according to our timetables, we lose hope and focus, forgetting that God invented time, appointments, decision making, our future plus all that we need.

Personally when i feel like I can't face him, or even talk to him because of the heaviness in my heart, I cry out more and declare 'that Lord I love you...I have loved you ever since, and I'll continue to love you...all the days of my life. "You love me Lord, I love you with all of my heart" and I know everything is going according to your plans, for you are never late, you will show up and it will at the right time"

Returning to Africa

2010-10-07T07:28:00.000-07:00

With all the nay sayers and bashers of Africa, here we come. To stay.
It's amazing how many 'whats! and wow,whys, and oh my God, are you serious?? we got at the mention of coming back home. But i understand the anxiety, the fear and the uncertainty. But, be rest assured you need not fear.
Instead its..

satisfying to be back home with family.
It's fulfilling to sit and be glad you are back.
It's exciting to know you are eating fresh,organic grown produce that's not only healthy, but pure and real.
Most of all it's feels so the right time to build, support, and fight for the country that sits on the eastern corner of Africa, now with the new constitution plus hopeful women, men and children, who are ready to show what patriotism really is.

It's called home. A place where i spent 13yrs reminscing and talking about all day and night in all the kenyan gatherings i attended while abroad. I missed home then, the food, family, connections, chips na kuku, chocstick icecream, mutura, nyama choma and nduma not to mention matoke.

Now tham i'm here and watching people go through their own business, determined taxi drivers, amazing chefs in hotels and restaurant owners, very educated and well learned accountants, scientists, lawyers and economists, matatu owners and touts eradicating bribes and corruption by calling out corrupt cops, ICC with support from Wako, plus all around the country's enthusiasm that Kenya is new, with a new dawn and a hopeful future, it makes me glad to be back home.

I'm not denying there are few hurdles here and there, and that it's time to get used to the ways of things here. It's hard for me sometimes, for the kids and hubby as well, but it's small things that we can handle. Once you find a system that works for you, it's all good and it's working out pretty well.

Yes, it's so worth it, and it's doable. Just gather up some guts, some little savings and a great expectant heart, and you'll be just fine.

Create Time to be better....You only live once.

2010-01-31T17:56:00.000-08:00

This is not the year to look back and wish you had done something.
It is not the year to look back and wish you had said anything.
Neither is it the time to 'what if'.
There is nothing like 'what if'. It either happened, didn't happen or wasn't meant to happen.

So, stop wishing, stop looking back at yesterday, for it is gone. Learn from it.

Instead, take the bull by it's horns, plough the ground, uproot the lingering weeds, let the tears flow (the grounds needs the water),put your head up and take a step of faith, and let God reign. He has your future in his hands. If He's got the whole world in his hands, why on earth would you think He don't got your back??

Great expectations, hope, and faith are what keeps us going. If we didn't expect anything, what would life be like? If we didn't hope for the best, how on earth would we survive? and if we didn't have faith, God help us, we wouldn't be here.

This year take back what is yours. Claim your rightful place as a Child of God. If you are an employee, be the best you can be. Give your all. I've been thinking about this since i heard the sermon today at my church, brought forth by a prophetic and anointed man of God, who is probably the best pastor ever! Haven't really met another like him...so..:)He has my full respect as a prophetic changer for this generation.
Anyway, back to my point....as an employee work fervently, give all you've got. Work faithfully and work favorably.

As an employer, honor those who work for you. Treat them like you would want to be treated. Show respect and honor your word. Pay up and compensate as agreed. Remember you didn't get there all by yourself. It could be taken away from you.

As a parent (I am one), so i can speak. Be present. Be there and be the example.
Let your children learn from you. Let the care center and the nanny act as helpers, but not the parents. Do not let anyone else take your place as the mom or the dad. Take charge of your home. Throw the enemy out, lock shields with your wife or your family members and keep your family and household covered. If you need to throw out the TV, go ahead and do so.

For the aspiring young people, stay in school, keep going, even though it's one class a semester. You never stop learning, and don't let anyone tell you that you are done. If you are bored. go outside, leave the TV and the video games. Take a walk - to the community center, to the library and read a book you've never rad before. Ever been to Africa? Well, pick up a book on it. Have you ever gone skiing? grab a book on it and learn something new.

For the young girls, know that you are beautiful and you were carefully and wonderfully constructed in the image that God saw fit for you. He had a purpose you know...:)The best and most striking. Do not let anyone define beauty for you. Do not let the boys dictate what your life should be like. Be a strong woman, take charge and demonstrate the power in you to be strong, beautiful, striking and confident. Do not entertain grownups who you do not know. Keep away from people who take you away from your friends, family and church. Keep away from those asking you to keep secrets, and keep away from those who tell you, you look mature at 13. They are liars.

Smile more. Give more of your time as an individual. Cook up some food and go feed someone who is alone or sick. Buy some sugar, flour, bananas and eggs and knock on your neighbors and chat for a minute. If you don't have time, well, create some. We all have 24hrs, and we should lay down the excuse of not having time.

All to say, do more good, don't look back, learn from yesterday, move on and become a responsible human being with others on your mind.

Create time to be better. You only live once.

Unrestrained and Unashamed

2010-01-23T17:22:00.000-08:00

It's been a while since I last wrote, or pretty much copied and pasted someone else's writing onto this blog..haha, but i have something i need to share that is working in me right now. Gratitude

I'm thankful that I have a home, a family and food to eat.

I'm thankful that my Lord and Savior chose me of all other people to save and make me totally His.

I'm thankful that God's mercies are new every morning, and He saw it fit to add another day for me.

I'm thankful that I have the 5 full senses - sight, smell, touch, and the other 2.

I'm thankful that I have work to do, and even in my place of work, Christ is still glorified.

I'm thankful to God that I have brought forth two beautiful girls with the help of my husband.

With all that I am and with all that I have, I honor the Lord and I give my whole life and heart to Him.

Unrestrained and unashamed.

Change is good sometimes....

2009-12-30T21:04:00.000-08:00

A Better Life Beckons in Africa
U.S. Downturn Drives Immigrant Professionals Back Home

By Stephanie McCrummen - Washington Post Foreign Service - May 2009

KISUMU, Kenya -- With the U.S. economy in turmoil, his job as a truck driver no longer secure and his upwardly mobile life in the Dallas suburbs in jeopardy, James Odhiambo decided it was time for a change. He wanted a healthier lifestyle for his family, less anxiety, fewer 14-hour days. So he recently traded his deluxe apartment, the pickup truck, the dishwasher and $4.99 McDonald's combos for life in a place he considers relatively better: sub-Saharan Africa. "Right now I'm no stress, no anxiety," said Odhiambo, 34, relaxing in his family home in this western Kenyan city along the shores of Lake Victoria. "Think of it this way: When I was in the U.S., I was close to 300 pounds. Now, I'm like 200. The biggest thing for me was quality of life."

While that may seem counterintuitive to Americans accustomed to bleaker images of Africa, recent studies have documented the flight of immigrant professionals from the United States to their home countries. Chinese and Indian workers increasingly say they see better opportunities and lifestyles at home. And diaspora associations of Nigerians, Ghanaians, Kenyans and other Africans say their members -- mostly from middle-class backgrounds -- are joining the exodus, choosing life in the land of slow Internet connections and power outages over the pressures of recession-era America.

"I personally know many people who are going back," said Erastus Mong'are, who works as a program manager for an insurance company in Delaware and heads an association of Kenyans living there. "The people I know here work two or three jobs just to make ends meet, while in Kenya -- despite its problems -- people seem more happy. They seem to be getting more time with family. More relaxed. Here, if my neighbor sees I've parked in his spot, he becomes so upset."

In a broad sense, the return migration to Africa is in line with studies suggesting that despite persistent poverty and civil unrest in places such as Congo, Somalia and Sudan, much of the continent has been buoyed in recent years by a sense of optimism driven by economic growth. Pew Research Center studies tracking global attitudes have found that people's level of satisfaction with their quality of life is rising across much of Africa, while it has stayed level or decreased in the United States. For Odhiambo, disillusionment with the American way of life grew more or less with his waistline.

As a lean young man, he moved to the United States to attend a community college in Upstate New York, an idea nurtured by images of American life he saw on television growing up in a middle-class family in Kenya: "Diff'rent Strokes," "The Six Million Dollar Man," "Beverly Hills, 90210." "You'd see all these manicured lawns, all this organization," he recalled on a recent day, while having a long lunch at an outdoor cafe without once looking at his watch. He arrived in the mid-1990s with a sense of possibility in a land promising immigrants a better life. After college, he moved to Texas and worked as a long-haul truck driver, crisscrossing the country delivering auto parts, televisions, soda bottles and big containers from China. He marveled at innovations such as the car cup holder; he was inspired by government efficiencies that made it possible to get a driver's license in one day. And as his pay improved, he and his wife moved into a luxury apartment complex outside Dallas called Sonoma Grande at the Legends.

"It was really nice," Odhiambo recalled, noting that it had a pool, a Jacuzzi, a gym and other treats unheard of in Kenya. But as his workdays grew longer, he hardly enjoyed any of those amenities. He worked 14-hour shifts trying to keep up with his $800 monthly rent, payments on a new Ford Ranger pickup, health insurance that did not cover a pair of tinted prescription glasses needed for long hours at the wheel, and bills driven by must-haves such as air conditioning. "I couldn't get any exercise at all, and I was restricted to truck stops for food," he said. "I'd go for the buffet -- meat with gravy, fried chicken -- or fast food. I didn't have time for my daughters. In the movies, they only show one side of America."

His daughters were approaching school age, and they would have attended a public school with metal detectors and gangs. He said the alarmingly regular reports of shootings at schools, churches or offices frightened his family more than the post-election violence sweeping parts of Kenya at the time. The recession only confirmed a decision he and his wife had been mulling for a while: It was time to go. Earlier this year, they packed up, explaining to their confused American friends that Congo's rebel fighting was thousands of miles from Kenya, and that no, Odhiambo is not a king back home. And so, on this day, Odhiambo tooled around Kisumu, a medium-size city full of government workers and small-business people, street hawkers selling newspapers and vendors selling tennis shoes dangling from tree limbs. He drove the modest Toyota Starlet he bought for $1,500 cash past a minor traffic jam of bicycle taxis and people pushing carts loaded with plastic jugs of water.

"This city has grown, but they still have the water system from the colonial days," he said, not seeming to care. He drove past a golf course and through an upscale neighborhood of bamboo hedges and pink bougainvillea, noting the few cars in driveways. "Here, if you have a car, you'll share it with four or five people," he said. "In the States, if there are five people in the house, they have five cars. There's a lot of 'this is mine.' " the money he saved in the States, Odhiambo figures he has a six-month cushion during which he plans to start his own business -- a kind of private coast guard for Lake Victoria, modeled on the community fire stations in the United States. But because of the famously slow Kenyan bureaucracy, his business registration is taking weeks, leaving Odhiambo with something he rarely had in America -- time.

He is farming some in his mother's village, where he has another family home, and getting back into his old ham radio hobby. He enjoys afternoons watching small planes buzz in for a landing above the rolling green sugar and tea farms around Kisumu. His family lives in his mother-in-law's tidy -- and paid for -- one-story, cinder-block house. There are no credit cards in Kenya, and mortgages are just catching on, so life mostly runs on cash. "Here, you really can live on about $5 a day," Odhiambo said. Instead of running a dishwasher, the Odhiambos wash their plates by hand. Instead of running an air conditioner, they open the windows. Instead of shopping for groceries at Wal-Mart, Odhiambo's wife heads to the local market and bargains for fresh tomatoes, onions and the Kenyan equivalent of collard greens, sukuma wiki. She has dropped four dress sizes.

"Here, you can't say 'Give me a number 4,' " he said, pulling into his neighborhood, where a few goats trotted along the dirt road, and some elementary-school children in gray uniforms shuffled home. "See that?" he said. "Think of that! In America, you'd never let kids walk home" alone. Odhiambo has noticed that his girls, who are 4 and 2 and will attend a private international school here, are becoming less leery of strangers and the outdoors in general, an attitude he says they learned in the United States. "When we first got here, people would say, 'Why don't they go outside and play?' " he said. "They were scared." Gradually, though, the family is relaxing. "Right now, I'm just waiting for my business registration," Odhiambo said, savoring a warm sunset breeze. "Here, the pace is a whole lot slower."

If you want the change........

2009-12-30T20:17:00.000-08:00

BE THE CHANGE YOU WANT TO SEE IN THE WORLD
Mahatma Gandhi(1869-1918)

Reason I'm a die hard African returnee...

2009-12-30T00:13:00.000-08:00

Check this out.....

It is important that brain drain, brain waste and reverse brain drain be incorporated while an African is considering migrating to the United States.

According to the United Nations, an African professional working in the United States contributes about $150,000 per year to the U.S. economy. What few realize is that Africans who immigrate to the United States contribute 40 times more wealth to the American than to the African economy. On a relative scale, that means for every $300 per month a professional African sends home, that person contributes $12,000 per month to the U.S. economy (Emeagwali, 2003).

Philip Emeagwali won the 1989 Gordon Bell Prize, which has been called "supercomputing's Nobel Prize," for inventing a formula that allows computers to perform their fastest computations - a discovery that inspired the reinvention of supercomputers. He was extolled by then U.S. President Bill Clinton as "one of the great minds of the Information Age" and described by CNN as "a Father of the Internet;" he is the most searched-for scientist on the Internet.
[Principia College (prin.edu), Elsah, Illinois, October 24, 2003

By the way, I found above info while doing my Research Paper in College - The Impact of Reverse Brain.

Why are many Africans so terrified of going back home?

2009-12-29T23:22:00.000-08:00

It's funny how I've spent so much of my time in the recent weeks trying to convince folks how I can't shake off the natural part of me that's African, and neither can i just ignore it. Being patriotic is a natural thing for me....Some would beg to differ though...but i choose to just ignore, or just hear them out, since i have no choice, - telling me and asking me 'aren't you happy in America kinda questions... to why don't you just leave America then? with a sneer from the corner of their mouth..

Now, i don't wanna just leave America. I have other plans. To carry everyone with me. At least anyone who would go with me. That brings me to my question..

Why are many Africans so terrified of going back home?

A few questions I've asked my fellow Africans:

Why are you still here after all these years? - waiting to save enough money to retire in my country.

How come you've never been home to visit all these years? - well, there is nothing there for me, if i leave now, i can't come back, and that will be it for me.

Do you think if you went home your family will be proud of you after all these years? - Not really, I've not been able to finish school and I've not been able to make enough money to help them.

DO you think you'll ever go back home - aaaiiii, no, it's so insecure bana, there are like carjackers everywhere, you can't walk at night, you can't even talk on your cell phone, you can't wear earrings....bluh, bluh, bluh....

and on and on and on it goes....

and I'm thinking, dude, if we all run away, who will take care of our generation? If we all settle for less in far away countries, minimizing our potential, and having to worry constantly, wondering, and stressing over loved ones....who will help build the land that our forefathers fought for?

Africa: Open For Business

2009-12-26T12:09:00.000-08:00

WASHINGTON POST
The Africa You Never See

By Carol Pineau

In the waiting area of a large office complex in Accra, Ghana, it's standing room only as citizens with bundles of cash line up to buy shares of a mutual fund that has yielded an average 60 percent annually for the past seven years. They're entrusting their hard-earned cash to a local company called Databank, which invests in stock markets in Ghana, Nigeria, Botswana and Kenya that consistently rank among the world's top growth markets.

Chances are you haven't read or heard anything about Databank in your daily newspaper or on the evening news, where the little coverage of Africa that's offered focuses almost exclusively on the negative -- the virulent spread of HIV/AIDS, genocide in Darfur and the chaos of Zimbabwe.

Yes, Africa is a land of wars, poverty and corruption. The situation in places like Darfur, Sudan, desperately cries out for more media attention and international action. But Africa is also a land of stock markets, high rises, Internet cafes and a growing middle class. This is the part of Africa that functions. And this Africa also needs media attention, if it's to have any chance of fully joining the global economy.

Africa's media image comes at a high cost, even, at the extreme, the cost of lives. Stories about hardship and tragedy aim to tug at our heartstrings, getting us to dig into our pockets or urge Congress to send more aid. But no country or region ever developed thanks to aid alone. Investment, and the job and wealth creation it generates, is the only road to lasting development. That's how China, India and the Asian Tigers did it.

Yet while Africa, according to the U.S. government's Overseas Private Investment Corp., offers the highest return in the world on direct foreign investment, it attracts the least. Unless investors see the Africa that's worthy of investment, they won't put their money into it. And that lack of investment translates into job stagnation, continued poverty and limited access to education and health care.

Consider a few facts: The Ghana Stock Exchange regularly tops the list of the world's highest-performing stock markets. Botswana, with its A+ credit rating, boasts one of the highest per capita government savings rates in the world, topped only by Singapore and a handful of other fiscally prudent nations. Cell phones are making phenomenal profits on the continent. Brand-name companies like Coca-Cola, GM, Caterpillar and Citibank have invested in Africa for years and are quite bullish on the future.

The failure to show this side of Africa creates a one-dimensional caricature of a complex continent. Imagine if 9/11, the Oklahoma City bombing and school shootings were all that the rest of the world knew about America.

I recently produced a documentary on entrepreneurship and private enterprise in Africa. Throughout the year-long process, I came to realize how all of us in the media -- even those with a true love of the continent -- portray it in a way that's truly to its detriment.

The first cameraman I called to film the documentary laughed and said, "Business and Africa, aren't those contradictory terms?" The second got excited imagining heart-warming images of women's co-ops and market stalls brimming with rustic crafts. Several friends simply assumed I was doing a documentary on AIDS. After all, what else does one film in Africa?

The little-known fact is that businesses are thriving throughout Africa. With good governance and sound fiscal policies, countries like Botswana, Ghana, Uganda, Senegal and many more are bustling, their economies growing at surprisingly robust rates.

Private enterprise is not just limited to the well-behaved nations. You can't find a more war-ravaged land than Somalia, which has been without a central government for more than a decade. The big surprise? Private enterprise is flourishing. Mogadishu has the cheapest cell phone rates on the continent, mostly due to no government intervention. In the northern city of Hargeysa, the markets sell the latest satellite phone technology. The electricity works. When the state collapsed in 1991, the national airline went out of business. Today, there are five private carriers and price wars keep the cost of tickets down. This is not the Somalia you see in the media.

Obviously life there would be dramatically improved by good governance -- or even just some governance -- but it's also true that, through resilience and resourcefulness, Somalis have been able to create a functioning society.

Most African businesses suffer from an extreme lack of infrastructure, but the people I met were too determined to let this stop them. It just costs them more. Without reliable electricity, most businesses have to use generators. They have to dig bore-holes for a dependable water source. Telephone lines are notoriously out of service, but cell phones are filling the gap.

Throughout Africa, what I found was a private sector working hard to find African solutions to African problems. One example that will always stick in my mind is the CEO of Vodacom Congo, the largest cell phone company in that country. Alieu Conteh started his business while the civil war was still raging. With rebel troops closing in on the airport in Kinshasa, no foreign manufacturer would send in a cell phone tower, so Conteh got locals to collect scrap metal, which they welded together to build one. That tower still stands today.

As I interviewed successful entrepreneurs, I was continually astounded by their ingenuity, creativity and steadfastness. These people are the future of the continent. They are the ones we should be talking to about how to move Africa forward. Instead, the media concentrates on victims or government officials, and as anyone who has worked in Africa knows, government is more often a part of the problem than of the solution.

When the foreign media descend on the latest crisis, the person they look to interview is invariably the foreign savior, an aid worker from the United States or Europe. African saviors are everywhere, delivering aid on the ground. But they don't seem to be in our cultural belief system. It's not just the media, either. Look at the literature put out by almost any nongovernmental organization. The better ones show images of smiling African children -- smiling because they have been helped by the NGO. The worst promote the extended-belly, flies-on-the-face cliche of Africa, hoping that the pain of seeing those images will fill their coffers. "We hawk poverty," one NGO worker admitted to me.

Last November, ABC's "Primetime Live" aired a special on Britain's Prince Harry and his work with AIDS children in Lesotho. The segment, titled "The Forgotten Kingdom: Prince Harry in Lesotho," painted the tiny nation as a desperate, desolate place. The program's message was clear: This helpless nation at last had a knight -- or prince -- in shining armor.

By the time the charity addresses came up at the end, you were ready to give, and that's good. Lesotho needs help with its AIDS problem. But would it really have hurt the story to add that this land-locked nation with few natural resources has jump-started its economy by aggressively courting foreign investment? The reality is that it's anything but a "forgotten kingdom," as a dramatic increase in exports has made it the top beneficiary of the African Growth and Opportunity Act (AGOA), a duty-free, quota-free U.S.-Africa trade agreement. More than 50,000 people have gotten jobs through the country's initiatives. Couldn't the program have portrayed an African country that was in need of assistance, but was neither helpless nor a victim?

Still the simplistic portrayals come. A recent episode of the popular NBC drama "Medical Investigation" was about an anthrax scare in Philadelphia. The source of the deadly spores? Some illegal immigrants from Africa playing their drums in a local market, unknowingly infecting innocent passersby. Typical: If it's a deadly disease, the scriptwriters make it come from Africa.

Most of the time, Africa is simply not on the map. The continent's booming stock markets are almost never mentioned in newspaper financial pages. How often is an African country -- apart, perhaps, from South Africa or Egypt or Morocco -- featured in a newspaper travel section? Even the listing of worldwide weather includes only a few African cities.

The result of this portrait is an Africa we can't relate to. It seems so foreign to us, so different and incomprehensible. Since we can't relate to it, we ignore it.

There are lots of reasons for the media's neglect of Africa: bean counters in the newsroom and the high cost of international coverage, the belief that American viewers aren't interested in international stories, and the infotainment of news. There's also journalists' reluctance to pursue so-called "positive stories." We all know that such stories don't win awards or get front-page, above-the-fold placement. But what's happening in Africa doesn't need to be cast in any special light. The Ghana Stock Exchange was the fastest-growing exchange in the world in 2003. That's not a "positive" story, that's news, just like reports on the London Stock Exchange. I imagine a lot of consumers would have found it newsworthy to learn where they could have made a 144 percent return on their money.

My independent film was made possible by funding from the World Bank, for which I am extremely grateful. But the bank wouldn't have had to step in if the media had been doing their job -- showing all Africans in all facets of their lives. In a business that's supposed to cover man-bites-dog stories, the idea that Africa doesn't work is a dog-bites-man story. If the media are really looking for news, they'd look at the ways that Africa, despite all the odds, does work.

Author's e-mail: capineau@aol.com

Carol Pineau, a journalist with more than 10 years of experience reporting on Africa, is the producer and director of the film "Africa: Open for Business," which premiered last week at the U.S. Chamber of Commerce.

Be Honest: what's Africa to you?

2009-12-24T00:45:00.000-08:00

"What's the 1st thing that comes to mind when you hear Africa...or even worse, when you meet an African for the first time?

Infrastructure in small African towns

2009-12-23T12:52:00.000-08:00

In my quest to make Africa a better place for ALL Africans,....I think,

If there was effective infrastructure in small African towns, the communities surrounding would never have to walk for miles.

Clinics would be apart of the infrastructure and children would stay alive longer and pregnant moms would still make it.

The people in the communities would have jobs operating from this buildings - therefore creating steady income.

There would be room for the local farmers to display their products - they wouldn't have to pay lots of money to have their veggies transported to a far away town.

A bookshop or library would be in there too - for all the children in the community to dream a better dream.

Sustainable development would happen due to the income coming from the would be restaurants, shops, clinics, bookstores, hotels, bike repair and auto repairs.

If this were the case in African small towns - things would be so much better.

Just another way to improve the lives of those that need it most.

New Year Resolution: Instant Gratificated You

2009-12-23T08:44:00.000-08:00

You know what New Years Resolutions remind me of? Instant Gratification. The favorite pass time of our society. Many of us fail miserably at creating New Year Resolutions. I know I'm guilty! I've done that in the past and i tell ya, it's all a silly trend that doesn't last long..like the HINI flu shot buzz, or less serious, shoes and purses.

When it comes to making New Year Resolutions - people all over the world fail this test. Why? beause we are all trying to be someone we are not in an instant. You know, microwaving instant food is ok because you'll eat it, but microwaving yourself to fit into your new resolution? That's pricelessly cheap and it won't work for ya, sorry, gotta have a plan, a strategy and all the feasible components. - at least a year before hand.

As we all celebrate the Birth of Christ, eat lots' of mbuzi and ham, pies and other unhealthy things...let's remember to be thankful and find ways to make this place, your place - our world (though it's not our destination) a better place for those around us. A place others can enjoy. A place that others can benefit from. A place that thrives, grows and develops.

A place to dream long enough to make things happen.

Not a place that is instantaneously gratified.

Books Help Change Lives

2009-12-05T13:12:00.000-08:00

We all know that education changes lives.

Reading, writing and learning fuels the juices in us to rise up to unstoppable levels. Levels that produce imagination, inventions, breakthroughs and higher advancements.

When a child has an opportunity to be educated, given direction and assistance - this opens doors that can not be closed. Doors that bring opportunities. These opportunities define that child's destiny. Look at your own life.

I was raised and grew up in East Africa, and it's no secret that part of my heart never left. I had the opportunity to be in great schools, with support from my family and teachers. I received my rewards, graduated and now looking back, I'm so thankful and grateful for all who played a part in who I am today.

Today in the same region, are some schools with kids who have no books. If we are to bless the coming generations, and if we are to make this world a better place, we don't have a reason not to start now.

Life is only what you make of it. A long time ago, I decided mine was to make it a better place for those around me and for those that I know need my help. I'm not more important than anyone. I am not special, but I am blessed so that I can bless others in return.

For these kids, it all starts with a book, a pen, and paper. Their dreams can only start if someone helps them start to dream. Some miss school because of such simple supplies. Some schools have no chalk, and important formulas, words and math get bypassed because there is nothing to write with.

With something to read, they become imaginative. With something to write on, they can write their dreams. Their lives will begin to change. That's the joy of being apart of this. When you realize that a change is coming and that kid's life will never be the same again.

I hope the books never stop being of interest. I hope the books never stop coming.
That way, their dreams will stay alive.

To all my friends, family and acquaintances. Now that we have the opportunity to work, smile, eat and be merry, lets share the old books, new books, pencil cases, pens, pencils, erasers, note books for the kids and chalks for the teachers.

Let's allow the kids to dream. Give books that you don't need. They will change their lives.

Ask me how.

Thank you.

Freedom of Speech Part 2

2009-11-26T17:19:00.000-08:00

is not all that bad if used appropriately:

We know that this same freedom of speech has allowed millions of migrants to express themselves fully.

This same freedom of speech has given a voice to those of other creeds, races and orientation.

This freedom of speech gave Martin Luther King II the stage to dream. His dream coming true is visible from where I stand.

This freedom of speech also allows those of Christian values to follow and praise Jesus.

This same freedom of speech has allowed imagination, invention and breakthrough to massively happen. America is one beneficiary of this freedom.

The freedom to study, practice, work hard, be paid, succeed and look towards a brighter future.

In some countries where freedom of speech is illegal, invention, imagination and democracy are hard to find.

Freedom of speech does a whole lotta things.

Hiding behind 'Freedom of Speech'

2009-11-25T21:20:00.000-08:00

Freedom of speech is what makes America unique.

Freedom of speech allows the $40 billion industry of child and adult pornography to sail through without police stops.

Freedom of speech allows the internet to harbor defilers, pedophiles, perverts and all kinds of criminals targeting innocent children, men and women.

Freedom of speech allows racial profiling and discrimination to excel without hurdles.

Freedom of speech has given authors like Palin to 'go rogue' on the facts.

Freedom of speech allows the media to exaggerate, manipulate and sensitize the public. Once the public is energized with that mess, no stone is left unsaid.

Freedom of speech has let Google stoop to the lowest - when it didn't immediately remove or stop the monkey-like image of Michelle Obama circulating online. How pathetic and low class!

As long as we are a democracy, a free and brave country for all, we'll always hide behind the freedom of speech.

That's how we roll.

Travel the road less traveled

2009-11-10T20:18:00.000-08:00

We hear this all the time....yeah.
don't compare yourself with others, don't follow your friends, you don't do what others are doing....you don't have to think like them, or do as they do...etc.

Yet, we do exactly that.
I know I do it all the time, I am guilty and yes, it's hard not to!

But I'm trying things like:

-buying less when I have enough to buy more.

-Eating less, and saving some so I don't have to spend more tomorrow

-Jogging a little longer, so you can actually miss that show you like on TV

-Spending a little more on birthday presents.

-Reading a little bit longer to the kids at the library so I can can miss that thing...

-Smiling shorter, but for real, than a fake longer one.

-Choosing to put my AT&T back in my pocket, even while everyone else is texting.

-Being a doorkeeper, while others push for the lofts and high places - Please work hard for promotions. They are great!

-Sitting at the table of the invisible - even when it's the 'in thing' to be visible.

-Choosing to spend Christmas/Thanksgiving eating and laughing with those I won't normally be with.

-Calling my friends and family, instead of texting or social networking, just because everyone else is.

These are just but a few things to do....

-Love, serve, give, bless and forgive more, even when you don't feel like it. Even when others tell you that you can't. Even when it seems like the wrong thing to do.

Try and travel the road less traveled. You might just find your miracle.

Which One of These are You?

2009-10-30T22:15:00.000-07:00

That which adds into others, even in their failures and mistakes.

That which builds on the capacity to understand and accomplish the good.

That which is pure, true and worthy.

That which longs for more knowledge than yesterday.

That which multiplies the ability to succeed, even in others.

That which is honest

That which is enduring

That which is rewarding

That which is encouraging

That which gives, not expecting a return

That which adds value to others

That which lifts up, regardless

That which does not bring down

That which brings into full potential

That which is presentable,

That which is full of integrity

That which oozes of intelligence

That which bleeds of positive influence

That which fights to stay afloat

That which longs for wisdom

That which extends to others in the right way

That which is not selfish

That which embraces peace

That which believes in community

That which believes in others

That which extends a hand

That which encounters challenges as opportunities

That which commands the demons to flee

That which believes.

WHICH ONE OF THESE ARE YOU?

UK "Economist" Magazine insults Africans

2009-10-25T14:57:00.000-07:00

Economist magazine insults Africans

Africa's population
The baby bonanza

Aug 27th 2009 | JABI, SOMALIA
From The Economist print edition

Is Africa an exception to the rule that countries reap a “demographic dividend” as they grow richer?

IN JABI village, on the Juba River in southern Somalia, the mothers are mostly girls. They marry as early as 14 and have their first baby soon after. Their duties barely advance them above a donkey: childbearing and rearing, working in the fields, fetching water from the crocodile-infested river, sweeping faeces from the straw huts. Most have been raggedly circumcised. They have no contraception. There is no school. How many women in the village have died giving birth? “We cannot count the number,” blurts out Asha Hussein; she and the other women weep.

To most people, this is the familiar Africa, a place of large families and high fertility, a continent in which societies are under extreme stress and where the young massively outnumber the old. Teeming, environmentally degraded, ravaged by poverty, hunger, HIV/AIDS and civil war, Africa appears the most plausible candidate ever to suffer a Malthusian disaster.

Yet there is another Africa, an Africa whose people are charting a course more similar to that of the rest of the world: one where they are living longer, having fewer children, and in which more of their children are surviving infancy. Cities are restraining population growth, just as they have in Asia and Latin America. Addis Ababa, Accra, Luanda, may be fetid in parts—shockingly so for those coming from richer countries—but they have low fertility. An emergent African middle class is taking out mortgages and moving into newly built flats—and two children is what they want.

Africa is still something of a demographic outlier compared with the rest of the developing world. Long berated (or loved) as the sleepiest continent, it has now become the fastest-growing and fastest-urbanising one. Its population has grown from 110m in 1850 to 1 billion today. Its fertility rate is still high: the average woman born today can expect to have five children in her child-bearing years, compared with just 1.7 in East Asia. Barring catastrophe, Africa’s population will reach 2 billion by 2050. To get a sense of this kind of increase, consider that in 1950 there were two Europeans for every African; by 2050, on present trends, there will be two Africans for every European

Yet Africa is also starting out, a little late, on a demographic transition that others have already traced: as people get richer, they have fewer children. In 1990 the continent’s total fertility rate was over six, compared with two in East Asia. By 2030, according to United Nations projections, the total fertility rate in sub-Saharan Africa could fall to three. By 2050 it could be below 2.5. It is surely no coincidence that the past 15 years have seen Africa’s fastest-ever period of economic growth. Africa, exceptional in so many ways, does not seem to be an exception to the rule that, as countries get richer, they experience a demographic transition.

That could outweigh all the bad news about civil war, desertification and HIV/AIDS. As societies grow richer, and start to move from high fertility to low, the size of their working-age population increases. The effect is a mechanical one: they have fewer children; the grandparents’ generation has already died off; so they have disproportionately large numbers of working-age adults. According to a study by the Harvard Initiative for Global Health*, the share of the working-age population will rise in 27 of 32 African countries between 2005 and 2015.

The result is a “demographic dividend”, which can be cashed in to produce a virtuous cycle of growth. A fast-growing, economically active population provides the initial impetus to industrial production; then a supply of new workers coming from villages can, if handled properly, enable a country to become more productive. China and East Asia are the models. On some calculations, demography accounted for about a third of East Asia’s phenomenal growth over the past 30 years.

Africa’s people are its biggest asset. One day, its workforce could be as lusty and vital as Asia’s—especially compared with that of necrotic Europe. But there is nothing inevitable about the ability to cash in the demographic dividend. For that to happen, Africa will have to choose the right policies and overcome its many problems. If a country fails to address those problems, then the demographic dividend could become a burden. Instead of busy people at work, there will be restless, jobless young thugs; instead of prosperity, there will be crime or civil unrest.

Africa does not have much time to get things right. The period of greatest potential, when the working-age population is disproportionately large, is not open-ended. In demographic terms, it is just a moment or two. Societies age, and as they do the number of older dependents grows and the moment passes.

Africa has a generation or two to show whether it is, indeed, a demographic outlier as pessimists fear—one in which the dividend turns into a curse—or whether it is able to follow the path blazed by East Asia and reap the benefits of changing population patterns. Can Africa capitalise on the demographic dividend?
Malthus’s fears

There are three main reasons for pessimism. The first is that even today it struggles to provide for its people. Africa’s population is still growing, remember, even if more slowly because fertility is falling. And it still faces the classic constraints, identified by Thomas Malthus in the 19th century, of land and water.

Africa today produces less food per head than at any time since independence. Farms are getting smaller, sometimes farcically so. Dividing village plots among sons is like cutting up postage stamps. The average smallholding of just over half an acre (0.25 hectares) is too small to feed a family—hence the continent’s widespread stunting. Africa’s disease burden extends to its animals and crops. Bananas, for example, are subject to two diseases—bunchy top disease and bacterial wilt disease—which can ruin 80% of a harvest. Scientists reckon 30m people who depend on the fruit are at risk; many of them live in conflict zones such as eastern Congo.

If it is to feed its people, Africa badly needs a green revolution. In those parts with plentiful rainfall and rich soil—wet Africa—the prognosis is reasonably good. But in bigger dry Africa, such as in Jabi village, efforts to replicate Asia’s green revolution have so far failed. This is partly because Asia used large cropping systems and irrigation, which are unsuited to dry Africa. Partly, it is because African leaders and foreign donors have been almost equally indifferent to smallholder farmers and simple improvements to soil and seeds. Even if policy were right, small farms are slower than large ones to adopt better crops and farming methods.

The task of providing for hungry and thirsty people will be complicated by climate change—a big difference from the demographic transitions in Asia and Latin America. The Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change thinks Africa will be the continent hardest hit. Even its best-case scenario (an increase in global temperatures of 1.1-2.9°C by 2100) could be ruinous. Equatorial glaciers will melt and river-flows fall, even as demand for water rises. The United Nations Environment Programme says 75m-250m Africans could go thirsty. That will mean girls will spend longer walking to fetch water which could encourage them to drop out of school and bear children earlier. On some estimates, an area of cultivable land the size of France, Germany, Italy and Britain combined will be ruined. The International Livestock Research Institute says large parts of Africa may soon be too dry for grazing, leading to conflicts between rival cattle herders or, as in Sudan’s Darfur region, between herders and settled farmers.

These are predictions, not certainties. They do not necessarily mean the land cannot be made to support more people. Tree cover in southern Niger, for example, has increased tenfold since the devastating droughts of the 1970s. A government decision to let farmers, rather than the state, own the trees, has made them more valuable by allowing locals to capture the benefits of harvesting bark, branches, seeds and fruits, meaning that locals are less likely to cut them down. Trees limit soil erosion; some “fix” the soil with nitrogen.

Elsewhere, though, the losses are huge. Forests in Kenya have shrunk by at least 60% since 1990, mainly because more people are cutting down trees for fuel. It is doubtful whether Kenya’s government is strong enough to save the Mau forest on which Nairobi depends for water and hydroelectric power. And if Kenya cannot save a forest on which its capital depends, what hope is there for Congo’s rainforest?

Thanks to its demographic transition. Africa will suffer less from these afflictions than it otherwise would. But it cannot remove them altogether, because the continent’s population will continue to grow, albeit more slowly. The hunger, poverty and strife this causes could gravely limit the demographic dividend.

Which leads to the second reason for pessimism: Africa’s families are under greater strain than Asia’s or Latin America’s were when their demographic transitions first began. That means, pessimists fear, that African countries may fail to navigate the virtuous cycle of industrialisation, growing employment, increasing productivity and prosperity.

One African in two is a child. The numbers are such that traditional ways of caring for children in extended families and communities are breaking down. In southern Africa, as a result of HIV/AIDS, an increasing number of families are headed by children. A recent report by the African Child Policy Forum, an advocacy group, says there are now 50m orphaned or abandoned children in Africa. It thinks the number could rise to 100m, meaning misery for them and more violent crimes for others.

Millions of children already live rough in towns and cities. Prostitution and death await the poorest girls. The boys take to glue and crime. Africa has the highest rate of child disablement in the world. Some think 10-20% may be disabled, a staggering number, but since they are rarely seen in clinics and schools that is hard to verify. Paediatricians suspect some are killed in infancy—not Darwin’s natural selection but the dispensing of an extra mouth to feed. Physical stunting is probably rising.

Throughout Africa the burden of disease weighs heavily. Between them, malaria and HIV/AIDS account for about a third of the continent’s 10m deaths each year. In the ten years to 1995, more than 4m Africans died of AIDS and many countries have ten times as many people living with HIV as have died. Most are between 20 and 59. So HIV/AIDS is damaging that very section of the population—working-age adults—on which the demographic dividend depends.

If young people do not get jobs, or some stake in society, they may turn to violence. A Norwegian demographer, Henrik Urdal, reckons a country’s risk of conflict rises four percentage points for every one-point increase in the youth population. So Africa’s pyramids, wide at childhood and adolescence, are more promising than, say, barren Italy’s (see chart 2), but also more combustible. In some cities the rate of unemployment is 70%. The unemployed are recruited into militias or gangs for the price of a day’s wage. There was evidence of this after last year’s Kenyan elections, when politicians and businessmen stood accused of paying young men to turn parts of the country into war zones. Lots of underemployed young people mean too many hotheads and not enough elders. Paul Collier, an Africa specialist at Oxford University, thinks that in such circumstances young African men are “very dangerous”.

The third reason for pessimism is Africa’s political violence, corruption and weak or non-existent governing institutions. According to the Harvard study, “institutional quality [is vital] for converting growth of the working-age share into a demographic dividend.” Here the continent scores much more poorly than Asia or Latin America did in the 1960s or 1980s.

In the worst cases, civil war has meant that the demographic transition has not even begun. Fertility in Congo, Liberia and Sierra Leone—all torn apart by internecine fighting—has barely fallen. In Congo the rate is still six, just as it was in 1950. In the worst places, fecundity tends to track instability. Africa’s highest fertility rates are in the refugee and internally displaced camps in Sudan and Somalia, then in those countries recovering from war, then in famine-pocked patches of desert and scrub stretching from Mauritania to Kenya.

Some Africa-watchers fear that parts of the continent may be getting trapped in a downward spiral: more babies mean more competition for resources, more instability—and more babies. Jared Diamond, a professor at the University of California, Los Angeles, thinks bits of the continent are already suffering a Malthusian collapse of a sort. The Rwandan genocide, in his view, was a result of too many people pressing on too little land, all overlaid with political tension. Recent collapses in parts of Mauritania, Chad, Sudan, Somalia and Kenya, to name a few, are taken by neo-Malthusians to have their roots in overpopulating marginal land, compounded by political failure.

Yet such events also serve as reminders of how much can change. Twenty five years ago, Mozambique and Namibia were also being torn apart by war and Ghana was lurching from coup to coup. Now, these countries are peaceful, prospering and likely to benefit from the demographic dividend.
Confounding Malthus

Given half a chance, Africa shows what Malthus himself underestimated: innovation. The leapfrogging of decrepit state telecoms by profitable mobile telephone companies is one example. A basket of new technologies including wind and solar power stations, biofuel cookers and rainwater tanks could improve prospects for many rural Africans. Only 4% of the continent’s farmland is irrigated. Double that amount, add in fertilisers, seed, credit, information and proper metal warehouses (in some places a quarter of the harvest may be lost to rot and rats), and Africa might not just fill its own 2 billion stomachs, but export farm produce as well.

Emerging Asia and Latin America have been able to absorb much greater numbers of people thanks to urbanisation. Africa’s rate of urbanisation is the fastest the world has ever seen, says Anna Tibaijuka, the head of Habitat, the UN agency responsible for urban development. In 1950 only Alexandria and Cairo exceeded 1m people. When the city rush is done, Africa may have 80 cities with more than 1m people, plus a cluster of megacities headed by Kinshasa, Lagos and Cairo—none of which show signs of mass starvation. Intermediary towns of 50,000-100,000 people will soak up most of those coming from the countryside. Urbanisation is part of the solution to Africa’s demographic problems, not a manifestation of them.

Indeed, it is an open question whether demography should really be considered an African problem—or one of its advantages. Over the past year, the continent has had the fastest economic growth per person in the world, partly because it has been somewhat less affected by the collapse of world trade, but partly because of the small increases countries are seeing in the number of people of working age.

The UN Population Division points out that Africa’s overall population is 8% lower today than it would have been if its fertility rate had stayed at its 1970s level. And the trend towards lower fertility is likely to accelerate. The use of modern contraceptives in sub-Saharan Africa is only 12% (though it has doubled since 1994). In Somalia it is 1%. By comparison, the rate in Asia and Latin America is over 40%, so contraceptive use is likely to rise sharply.

Demography needs to be put in perspective. It is not destiny. Africa needs a green revolution; more efficient cities; more female education; honest governments; better economic policies. Without those things, Africa will not reap its demographic dividend. But without the transition that Africa has started upon, the continent’s chances of achieving those good things would be even lower than they are. Demography is a start.

* Realizing the Demographic dividend: is Africa any different? By David E. Bloom and others

Protecting a Valuable Priority

2009-10-24T10:31:00.000-07:00

Protecting what I value most is my priority.

As a woman, wife, mother, sister and friend, My priorities are limited. I am not able to have a lot of them, probably because I can't handle that many....i don't know...may be I have mini-valuables?

What I value most though, is my relationship with my Creator, His son Jesus and the Comforter, the Holy Spirit. Yeah, it's all very Biblical, very unusual, but seriously, these three are the starting point of my very existence.

No, i didn't just evolve from a monkey and definitely no! the science didn't mold me. Ever watched The Note Book, where Noah as an old man in the doctor's office goes, "you know science only goes so far, and then there is God" And whoa! What an amazing revelation! Don't we all need a revelation today? I know I do.

That's why it's crucial for me to keep reminding myself what my priorities are. I live in a time and age where 'other things' have become priorities and valuable, and we have made these things our priorities. We have set these things aside to dictate what our values are. We have let lies, material things, vanity and idols become our priorities.

We have let certain things control our lives, our reasoning and our decision making. Whereas these things are not that important, they are actually taking us down with them to the hole of nothingness, where we are constantly looking for something, going round in circles.

For me, having a conscious, ongoing, vibrant and working relationship with God helps me relate to myself, my husband, my kids, my family and my friends in a better way. I am a regular human being who could be bashful, hateful, isolated, disrespectful, controlling, manipulative, angry, mean and cold hearted, plus many other things.. But i made a choice to know Christ and His nature is one that provides grace sufficient enough to face everything under the heavens.

Letting the nature of Christ guide and direct me has not only made my life easier, but it has given me a purpose. A purpose to be better in all that I do. Communicate better, understand others and relate to them with respect, love, humility and consideration.

This translates to my work, my responsibilities and what is expected of me. It also comes into play when I am making decisions. When I am operating with a sober mind (not that i drink, I don't'!), I feel like I'm in control, I feel liberated and free. I feel like I am able to accomplish more, fulfill my duties, finish something and be glad about it.

Lastly and most importantly, it translates to my womanliness.
I love people, I love children, I love to cook, I love to talk, I love to entertain, I love to read and write. I love to make a difference where I can. I also love to influence others positively. Seriously, If I didn't have the backing of Christ, and his unconditional love, I would never carry out any of these things. I don't how others do it, but for me I know Christ is the One.

His love embraces me and He fills me up with joy, peace and grace. This crosses over into others, it crosses into my relationship with others, crosses over into things I am involved in, my responsibilities and my obligations. I have allowed His love to be my guiding light. His love covers my mind, my body, my heart and soul.

When His very nature is at work within me, nothing is too big for Him. Nothing falls that He can't pick up, and nothing fails that He can't reconcile. Nothing backfires that he won't mend.

That's why He's my priority. My most valuable priority. My most valuable relationship.

What's your most valuable priority?

Capitalism: A love Story

2009-10-11T17:22:00.000-07:00

Never seen Michael Moore's movies before...
but now, after watching Capitalism: A love Story, I couldn't help but have a whole new perspective of my beloved American country. Wow! is an understatement.

Is it a crime that none of the issues raised in the movie aren't investigated and the perpetrators brought to their knees?

Democracy doesn't necessarily mean good things.
The American Constitution doesn't necessarily stand for every American.
America isn't necessarily the country with all solutions.

In this time and day, in this generation and at this very era that I am alive, there must be a reason why all these things are happening. My questions is:

Will I just stand aside, watch it happen bringing with it evil, manipulation, harmful propaganda, greed, and capitalism or will I hold onto what is truly mine, that which belongs to every American: poor, rich, wealthy, blind, deaf, gay, brown, red, pink, white and black, that which is right and beneficial, that which is true and productive, that which I have worked so hard to achieve. The right.

The right to eat, to choose, to live well, to sleep on a warm bed, to own a house, to have adequate health care and education. My right. The right to be rescued if the floods comes in my city. The right to be included in the sharing of the bread, the right to be included in decision making, the right to be treated as a person with feelings, tears, emotions and ambitions. The right.

Why do people have to fight so hard for their rights in a democratic, free and home of the brave country?

May be Socialism has a new meaning after all.

Pure non-westernized African breakthru invention

2009-10-10T10:26:00.000-07:00

What an inspiring story. See for yourself!

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/8257153.stm

Must get his book too: "The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind"

Dead Aid

2009-09-26T15:37:00.000-07:00

This is the Title of a much sort after book authored by Dambisa Moyo - a Zambian academic who has a PhD in Economics, studied at Harvard and Oxford. She also has work experience from The World Bank as well as Goldman Sachs.

The book's sub-title tells "How and Why Aid is not working and how there is another way for Africa".

This I would love to read. May be hearing it from an African Expert's point of view is different. As we all know, there are way too few experts from the continent about the continent. There are always Western Experts who know Africa best.

Is that why the Aid is dead?

2009-09-23T10:33:00.000-07:00

By the way, there is more to Africa than seen on TV.

There is more to Africa than disease, poverty, wars, flies in the nose and mouth.

There is actually more than you would ever think.

Yes, there are poor people, those who live in less than $3 or may be 1 dollar a day and those who don't have money to see a doctor. They are those who walk without shoes, live in mud huts and probably have one meal a day. God bless them and take care of them. There are also those who walk long distances to go places, with dusty feet and really tired faces. That's the picture everyone knows of Africa, plus of course the animals. By the way, these folks have cell phones too :)

What you would never see on TV are:

Africans who are billionaires, millionaires, the wealthy 1%, upper class, middle upper class, middle class, lower middle class and all the rest of them.

Having been born and raised up there, I may have a better perspective than western experts, news reporters and writers.

What you never see on TV are hard working, educated or progressively educated law abiding citizens who pay their dues. They live in moderate or upscale neighborhood suburbs. They drive their benzes, Hondas and Toyotas, take their kids to school (not really, most have chauffeurs,) go on vacations to Italy. Seychelles, Paris and the Caribbean. They also speak English, French, Portuguese or other languages within.

Most are not interested in coming to America or Europe because they have established and quality lifestyles than their American counterparts. You would never hear about these kind of Africans on TV. Really sad.

Then there are those who are successful farmers with tons of acres of food, livestock and all. They have state of the art farming machinery and equipment. They grow flowers, mangoes, pineapples, paw paws, oranges, all sorts of fruits and vegetables. They export them to Europe....why not America? good question?

These farmers use their revenues to educate their children, their neighbors and employ tons of people. Their communities are thriving and cities are filled with life, people, shops and fun. Do you ever see that Africa on TV? No. Really really sad. Why aren't their stories told?

Then there those who are juggling school, jobs, families and other responsibilities, just like your regular neighbor. They attend local colleges, work at night or day, pick up kids from school (they may not have lot to pay or a driver), rush home to make dinner ( again, may not have enough to pay a housekeeper), and do homework, tuck in kids to bed, watch some TV, and go to bed waiting for another day to start. Does that sound like you? But you never see this on TV.

Then there are the young folks, the teens, the twenty somethings who feel like they own the world. They like to talk, experience new things, read the news, go to school, text on their blackberry, and dance to the tunes on their ipods. They want to be doctors, lawyers, astronauts, preachers, human rights activists, presidents, CEO's and investors. They have hopes, they talk about life, they drive to school, they take public transport, they party all night, others like to drink, the grounded ones are aspiring men and women of God. They are young, hip, ambitious, smart, sharply dressed, hippie dressed, sagging pants, tight pants, and resemble any other young person who could be your neighbor, friend or associate. You never see these African on TV, do you? Why aren't their stories told?

Well, there are tons of other Africans whose stories you would never know unless you went to Africa.

If all you ever saw on TV about Africa was poverty, disease, hot sun, flies and animals, - then you must really be sad and really worried and terrified of Africa.

For me, it hurts to see see my home demeaned, brought down, destroyed, burnt and its reputation tarnished continuously. Would you not feel the same?

Let's keep Africa balanced. It helps in the geography and history class your child is attending.

It also helps the Africans feel good about themselves, work hard and believe that their continent is able to sustain itself without interference, judgment, hate and condemnation.

2009-09-23T09:19:00.001-07:00

While dropping off my daughter at school today, i saw this bumper sticker on a minivan:

"How can we be free if others are oppressed"?

and i thought whoa! Good morning! welcome to reality. That hit me like there is no tomorrow. Well, nothing new to me, but i wasn't ready to be greeted with such reality so early!

so, with my untamed curiosity, i sprang my neck to see what kind of people were in the car. ha! it made sense right away, they were a family from oversees! and from looking at their apparel, i immediately knew they somehow related to the bumper sticker.(well, the news i watch and read, plus their told stories confirm my judgment). I guess having such a sticker on their car makes them feel better. They probably feel liberated. I know the feeling. Only in my case i don't have car bumper stickers.

Instead I have them in me, my veins, my blood, in my heart and in my mind. I seem to always wonder and cry out for those that are invisible to the rest of the world. Those who are held down by poverty, oppression, disease, illiteracy, sin, and those who just don't have the means to help themselves or their children. I think about the boys and girls who don't have books to read, story books to share. I think about the girls who don't have a daddy to hold them and protect them from mean boys and beastly men. I think about the boys who are forced to grow up fast, take care of their siblings at age 7. That really breaks my heart.

Though I may not be an expert in anything, a known human rights activist or a rich woman with a lot of money to pay for the needs of the world, i dream really big. I think about these children and their situations all the time. I somehow obsess over it and it becomes a problem when i concentrate too much on what should be done, how it should be done, and who should do it. It doesn't help that I'm also a wife and a mom and my husband and my kids need me more than anything else.

It doesn't help much either that I'm also from oversees. Seems like there is a tendency to notice more or get caught up in trying to help others....may be I'm wrong and it's just me. May be i should blame America for opening my eyes?...i don't know. The media hasn't helped much either(a story for another day!)

But being here in this amazing country, which has more than it's people need, i can't help but think of those who would benefit from all the wasted food. All the left overs from our fridges. All the good-will clothes and all the tossed cell phones and toys that we clean out every spring.

I can hardly wait to see the smile on their faces, the joy that comes from receiving a new dress. The libraries that each little community could benefit from. The ability to read and study and go to college. The farms that could be filled with plenty if only these families had enough to eat to get strength to cultivate. The water wells and boreholes that would help moisture the environment, provide water for the animals and people, so kids don't have to travel miles to fetch water.

I dream of an Africa, Asia, Middle East, America and Latin America that could sustain itself. I dream of when these countries would get rid of all debts owed to others. I dream of when little boys and girls would move out and about without fear of bombs. I dream of when little girls can walk to school unescorted due to fear of rape. I pray for the day that black girls in America don't have to bleach their faces, burn their hairs to look acceptable to their white counterparts. I pray for the day when families would not have to sleep in the streets, eating from the dump because the governments can't help them.

I thank God for my life, my family, my friends, my ability to read, ability to do things in life and the ability to see, understand and desire to help others have a better lifestyle. I'm thankful even for those things i know i could do, but not right now.

In the meantime, I keep praying, i keep dreaming, i keep hoping and waiting for the day.

2009-09-21T08:07:00.000-07:00

Opinions, views, perspectives, expressions and thoughts are what the human race thrives on. I know that's what keeps me up at night. The Bible helps make it clear though.

Almost all entries in this blog are born out of my opinions. The others either have quotes from sources, are reported news or Bible verses.

Are all of these good ideas?, God ideas, or pure human opinions that may annoy others? That i may not have an answer for, but i hope to never dismantle but encourage. I hope to never discourage but encourage. I hope to never undermine, but assure. I hope to never pull down but lift up and i hope to never tear but build.

What is in my heart is what i love to talk about, what i love to read, what i love to see happen and what i hope and pray for. My heart is full of what i dream of and what i aspire for. It's full of what i love to see and what i love to develop in.

My heart is working on serving, loving, building, encouraging, feeding, giving and reaching out to others.

My heart is looking towards laughter, togetherness, joy and eating with people, family and friends. It doesn't matter who. I will meet you, i will talk to you, get used to you and invite you over for dinner, lunch, brunch whatever. That's who I am.

I love people, i like people and i can't do without relationships. I can't survive without others around me. I have tried, but i can't. I try to ignore people but i can't. I get misunderstood, people i know avoid me for fear of being invited for a get together. whoa! I'm learning to live with that. I'm working on it, I know people are busy and they have lives.

I love to cook for anyone who loves to eat. I love to talk and hear other people's stories. That's how i learn. That's how i grow. I love to spend time with influential people, people who are experienced with life, people who make things happen, people who have ambitions, passions and goals in life. I love to hear their stories and i love to pick on things, learning and practicing.

My heart yearns for more. I want to learn and grow. I want to touch lives and i want to see people's lives changed.

My heart is exploding with desire to hear, learn, grow, achieve, overcome, conquer and stay guarded.

Though testing comes, though the raging seas are coming and the storm is rushing, I will not let out. I will stand like Daniel. I will believe in God. I will trust in Him alone and the lions and fire set against me will not prevail.

But Daniel!

2009-09-18T21:41:00.000-07:00

Well, it's quite idiotic to live under the illusion that the world could be a perfect, peaceful and harmonious place with everyone being polite, forgiving, understanding, serving, loving,devoted and very helpful to each other. I am talking real peace and chaos free world, where even color and social status are irrelevant. right?

Funny thing is, that was exactly how it was meant to be....

until the guy in the garden and his wife decided knowing too much was better than obedience!! and look what it cost them: a pure, close and tight relationship with their Father, The Maker and giver of life.

They lost the trust, the friendship, the relationship and what ended up happening was that someone had to pay the price to restore the lost trust. Someone had to sacrifice his life for that relationship to work. Jesus is His name, and the rest is the best history ever told.(please see a real Bible near you)

A question I'm asking myself right now is:
What will I have to sacrifice today to get closer to that wonderful place, where I have always wanted?
What would I leave behind to achieve that goal of seeing with the eyes of the Father, where loving, serving, giving, forgiving and sharing are the daily works?

What I'm I carrying in my heart that needs to be checked out, taken out, stepped on, crushed and thrown outside? Things like hatred, pride, envy, false accusations, malice and slander?

More importantly, what I'm I holding onto that's lagging me behind, sucking life out of me and keeps leaving me stranded and completely wasted? Things like old boyfriends, words used against me, money, comparing myself with others, not loving myself enough, listening to old bad music, living with people I'm not supposed to be living with, eating things that are not good for me, watching things and reading things that are not helping, edifying and helping in my growth and development, plus all others.

I am learning that:
Laying it down, letting it go, and handing it over to the Father seems like the best thing to do. You know He's the maker of life, right? the giver of breath, the founder of romance and the genius behind our very existence, not to mention the maker of the rain (not the fake one). Those are pretty darn good qualifications to have, and I think I would think twice if i had to allow anyone else to handle my life.

I am letting it go. I am laying it down. I am handing it over. He will take care of it. I have put my Trust in Him and boy! do I Love Him.
The relationship between my God, the Father is the key to all of the other things.

All the things I have ever wanted, all the things I have ever wished for. Even wanting to be like Jesus!

'Seek Ye first the Kingdom Of God and His righteousness, and ALL these things will be added unto you" Matthew 6: 33

My 33 years I'm leaning..

2009-09-17T13:46:00.000-07:00

I'm in a place where my 33 years on earth are beginning to sound like 3. My youngest daughter keeps saying, 'I'm 3 just like my mommy'. I smile, look at her and with all great intentions, I reply, ..no sweetie, I am 33 and you are missing a whole lotta years. thirty years! That means I'm 30 years older than you, we are not the same age'.

Of course, she doesn't get it now, but one day she will. IN the meantime...

it downed on me that our nature as human beings, we like to omit things out. We are fond of not fully coming out to express who we are, what we are about and where we are headed. Is it fear? Is it keeping our privacy? Is it fearing judgment from others? Is it rebellion when we chose not to learn, when we ignore the training part of anything, when we push aside common ground or when we chose to honor those we shouldn't? How about when we do not appreciate others, support them and encourage them for their own good? How about when we purposely do wrong, or consciously sabotage another, or hide the truth?

Do human beings naturally harbor fear, insanity, insecurity, accusations, false stories, misconception and ignorance?

Worst part is when we do it to ourselves. We forget that unless we are honest with our selves, unless we appreciate ourselves, unless we love ourselves and really get in tune with who we are, and who God is in our lives, we'll never get satisfied. Instead of simply putting our trust in God, completely surrendering all to Him, We'll always be trying to find consolation from other things like, magazines, TV shows, fortune tellers and others who have no idea. And when we don't get the answers we are looking for, we start to compare ourselves, questioning our worth, being angry at God and falling victim to anger and isolation.

All because we ignored to fully come out as who we are and what we are really about, and what we want. We are made in the image of God, We are His people and our desire should be to love others and honor others without expecting anything in return.

This will eradicate fear, insecurities, accusations, misconceptions and most of all ignorance.

It is well worth it. Don't you think?

The Love

2009-09-15T09:38:00.000-07:00

We are not to despise them or hate them.
We are not to accuse them or point fingers at them
We are not to judge them or shun them out
We are not to back bite them or wish them bad

We are to love them and trust in God that His Love would embrace us as we attempt to Love those ones. Those ones who don't like us, the ones who spit on us while we are not looking. The ones who would rather see us wither and melt before their very own eyes. Those ones who wish we were never around.

We are to reach out and love them, regardless. We are to reach out and offer them something to eat, a drink of water and a hand. No matter how hard it may seem, God's love in us is bigger than we'll ever know. So big! Really.

We are to ask of the Father's strength to face this day. Ask of the Father's grace to face yet another month. Ask of the Father's Love to en-clothe us, to embrace us and to cover us through it all.

This Love will hinder us from hating them, throwing rocks at them, and wishing they would burn in hell.

This Love is bigger than all the hateful remarks, all the explicit names, all the name calling that comes from them.

This Love is bigger than the sleeplessness nights they cause, the goose bumps they cause to arise on our arms and those of our loved ones.

This Love is bigger than their hate and bigger than anything planned or set against us. It is the Love that is unconditional.

The Love that sees through color, the Love that sees through socio-economic status. The Love that sees through our physical features, the Love that sees through our status.

It is The Love of God. The Love that extends to the mountains and valleys. To other nations and all the people we don't know.

It is also the The Love that is upon the United States President. The Love that is upon his wife and his children. Everyday as he steps out, may the Love of God be upon him. May he learn to trust in God fully. For it is in that place that he will have the courage to be stronger, happier and even more ready to hold the highest office. They can hurt him with words, they can call him names, they can accuse him and portray him as the enemy. But the Love of God stands strong.

That kind of Love will never be moved, changed or replaced. It is there to stay forever and ever no matter what.

But His LOVE.

2009-09-14T19:53:00.000-07:00

Well, i managed to do a few things this weekend:

Hike into the lakes (gotta love that)
Read The Shack (everyone human being who walks on the face of the earth must read)
Missed church (not recommended)
Told my mom-in-law that i loved her (doesn't happen very often)

While hiking I found out that the earth and nature and all the beautiful things were created for us to enjoy and inhabit as we take care of it. Many a times, a lot of us ignore that factor and completely disregard God's intentions.

While reading The Shack, i realized that all my perceptions of God the Father, Son Jesus and the Holy Spirit were wrong. I have never felt so torn and broken. The Lord is full of mercy, grace and forgiveness. He is still mending me.

While missing church i thought about all our friends, the pastors and those that i see on Sundays, and one question came to mind: Do i go to church because of them?

While hugging my mom-in-law, I realized that I didn't have to pretend anymore. I realized that i didn't expect anything from her in return and that loving her for who she is, is demonstrating an unconditional love. A Jesus kind of love. A real, open and without reward kind of love.

It downed on me that my life, my worries, my successes, my failures and my hopes are not in my hands. Though i have eyes to see and ears to hear. Though i have hands to touch and a nose to smell, I could not possibly understand what the King of Kings has in store for me. I just have to trust in Him. Love Him without expecting anything from Him.

There is a lesson to be learned in all our doing.

Be a positive lesson. You never know who is learning.

How is it That You Haven't Quit by Now?

2009-09-10T09:24:00.000-07:00

It is so hard not to notice her demeanor. Her walk and her smile. Her elegant choice of wardrobe does not go unnoticed. Literally.

With her stride, her head help up high and strong shoulders that portray confidence, she faces each day just like the rest of us. Only her days are really nothing near what our days are like. Really.

She is one in a million. A woman who, even though I haven't met, has demonstrated intelligence, smart reasoning and a go-getter attitude that has truly paid off. Very much so.

Her's is a life of mystery. A life lived in a private, yet very public lifestyle. She is a woman who is strong, not only for herself and her children, but strong for her man too. While others hold her husband down, she lifts him up. When others mock him, she stands strong, by him, and for him. When duty calls and her husband makes a move towards the line of fire, towards the bomb awaiting to explode and towards the enemy, she's not moved, at least not in public. She uses her eyes and her smile to communicate with him. She winks and smiles to encourage him and support him and tell him how much she loves and believes in him. She doesn't flinch with fear as her husband is heckled, spat on or rebuked. At least not in public view, and she doesn't display any aggressive response, even while she has a reason to, which in my watch, would be just about any day of her life. How does she do that?

One day I will ask her. I would love to meet her, and if I do, I would like to hear her story. Surrounding myself with influential people is something I love to do, even for a minute. People who have made a difference, those that make things happen and those who demand excellence are my kind of people. That is the the only way I'd ever be influential myself.

When i meet her, mine will just be one question. Just one. A question I have struggled with for a little over 2 years now. A question that will be the beginning of something new....well, at least for me, that's if she actually gives me an answer, which i pray and hope that she will.

"How is it that you haven't quit this by now?".

Yeah, a simple question, and I will have my pen and paper ready. Whatever her answer will be, it will be enough to write a book on it, a story that I would love my children to read to their children for generations to come. The story will be one of what is it like to be the wife and the woman behind the first Commander In Chief of the United States with a tone other than white. I will have prepared enough note pads and stocked enough pens in my journalism assignment folder just in case.

In that one question, I would love to hear how she manages to let her husband walk out of that door to go walk among people who openly rebuke, mock and abuse him. I would like to know how she lets him out of her arms to go walk on fire, towards bombs ready to explode on him. I would ask how she is able to remain calm as she keeps her children away from the discussions, newspapers and friends from school, who repeat what they heard their parents say last night. I would love to know what she holds on to when she hears that an angry man showed up with a gun somewhere close to her husband's meeting venue. I would love to know how she felt when a pastor from an Arizona Baptist Church prayed for her husband to have cancer, melt like a snail with salt on it and die - Reported on major news network, newspapers and FoxNews too: see the link http://www.foxnews.com/politics/2009/08/31. I would love to know how at the end of the day she doesn't just tie her husband to herself so he does not have to leave for work the next day.

"How is it that you haven't quit by now?"

She has demonstrated strength where none is likely to be seen.
She has remained calm in public even as her husband walks on fire and towards the the enemy.
She has stood her ground and refused to betray her integrity.
She has maintained her place as a wife, friend and soul-mate.

This one is a woman to learn from and pray for.

Make a choice and move your mountain.

2009-09-09T08:54:00.000-07:00

Sure, you've heard it before...a faith that can move mountains.

Mountains for me are high regions where grass, trees, animals and snow reside...hundreds of years old, may be thousands. These mountains stay where they are come rain or sunshine, and the idea of moving one is just not very realistic, well, unless of course there is a movie that dares to make it happen, showing unrealistic themes and stories for make believe. Truth is, in real life, that wouldn't happen now, would it? Of course yes, it could. In fact, it could move really well if you made the right choices. I know I've tried making some choices that went really bad, and i would be like, 'how on earth did i get here'? but with all the faith that's in me, i somehow believe that that the mountain could be anything in my life. A mean teacher, a horrible relationship, a glass-ceiling situation, an abusive father or husband, a really intimidating boss, a real crazy loan officer who won't let you have that money and others who are just plain mean. Through all the bad, it's very easy to to allow unrealistic themes, stories and unrealistic decision making become part of our human nature. It's so bad that we are not able to tell the difference anymore, thus making unrealistic choices.

But not this story. This is real. It is real life, where one has to make a decision that could either break or make the future. Life is full of bad potatoes, rotten peas, expensive and bad quality clothes and dirty water. Sounds horrible? Not really? with all the bad there is, something must be good somewhere, but its not easy to come by unless you make a choice to change something. You alone are left with a decision to make. Will you be like the rotten peas? behave like them? react the same way as the bad quality clothes? Well, then how do you remain sane in the midst of filthy water? how do you come to a place of solace where common sense is lacking, where thinking straight is hard and remaining functional in the midst of the storm seems unrealistic. It can only happen if you make a realistic choice.

The choice to love harder, the choice to embrace more, the choice to accommodate peace, the choice to stop the slander, the choice to stop overeating, the choice to stop rumor-mongering, the choice to stop spending ungodly hours with ungodly people (that's really ungodly!!), the choice to stop blaming others and taking responsibility, the choice to tell the truth, the choice to honor those honor is due, a choice to stop taking credit for someone else success, the choice to listen to your mother if she's right, a choice to take your children to church (never leave your kids at home if you are going to church, no matter how old they are!!)Make that choice to extend a hand to the invisible person. Make a choice to encourage your boss though it's the last thing on your mind. Make a choice to give fully if you can. Make a choice to tithe consistently, it's not about the church or the pastors. It has got nothing to do with them. Make a choice not to rob God, he deserves what's due to him. So many choices to make and somehow somewhere, we aren't able to change. Make a choice to leave that room if you need to, make a choice to tear those magazines if you need to and make a choice to cancel that x-rated channel you've got. I've made choices in my life and I'm still making them one day at a time.

Try and make a choice today. It could move your mountain.

Ignorance as a classroom subject

2009-09-09T00:12:00.000-07:00

What if a subject known as Ignorance was actually apart of the school subject schedule? Ok, this is how it would look on the class schedule:
8:30 - English, 9:10 - Social Studies, 10:00 - Ignorance.
This would save us a whole lotta problems i bet!

Ignorance is being ignored, and it's hurting those that we love, those that we know and care about and those that we see from afar...like on the TV. I crack up, really hard, when i hear some reasons given by some ignorant folks. I get really sad and then mad and I'm like, 'how on earth could a fellow human being be so ignorant'?

Turns out it's pretty easy to be ignorant. It starts by switching off common sense, turning away the truth, putting away any common ground and nailing those who oppose you to the cross, and then dragging the cross on hot coals giving excuses. Ignorance is not a joke. It destroys development and growth. It destroys germination of modern formalities like black presidents and free speech, and it's obvious that it could destroy the next generation as parents struggle to keep their kids in school. May be all schools should have a lesson plan that includes:
Introduction to Ignorance 101
Introduction to Ignorance in your neighborhood and more advanced courses should have:
Understanding Ignorance in your Country.

Enough said.

Who are you really married to?

2009-09-06T10:28:00.000-07:00

Why is it that we the church goers and those that do not go to church or love God share the same divorce rate? Is there something that we all share and are doing together that we aren't supposed to be doing? I think there is...

We are all married to the idea of being married. Because if we were really married to the men and women in our lives, we would talk to them, solve problems with them, cry with them, laugh with them, hug them, kiss them, cuddle, constructively criticize them, encourage them, guide them, share chores with them, surprise them, and compliment them, not just in private but in public. But most of us either do not have the time, or do not see the need to do this. Everyday that you do not acknowledge your husband or your wife takes away something that can never be replaced, or if it's ever replaced, will not look the same.

Take sometime and let him know that you can both get through it if you gave it one more chance. Take sometime and declare war against every friend, family member and co-worker who is bringing division in your home. Take sometime and lock that door from the inside, talk to your wife, take a hold your husband's hand and look into those eyes. Apologize like you mean it. Compliment those curves and appreciate her. Hand him some clean socks and plant a reassuring pat on his back. He will not forget. Feed him like your own baby...not spoon feed (only works for babies). Appreciate that he comes home straight from work, appreciate that he chooses to spend Saturday night with you, and not with the boys. Acknowledge that she chooses to save the $10 dollars to get your favorite steak.

Remember why you chose him in the first place. Do not forget why she chose you. Do not abandon the wife of your youth. Remember the smile on his face when you told him yes? Work hard to get back there. That first time, when all you could see was him. That first time she touched your arm. Remember those days. Go back there, and start afresh. It is well worth it.

silent killer

2009-09-06T08:48:00.000-07:00

I'm done. Finally off of it. wohooooo!
I can't tell you how liberating it is to be free.

This thing had coiled itself around me like a snake, and though i had control over it, it always seemed like i had an obligation to it. It's like a cigarette (never smoked in my life), but i always felt inclined to taste it, look, see, spend time on it. I needed to be on it,to see people, hear what's going on and be all over the place. BUT it started to feel ike a disease, like a total waste of time, I started to get bored. In the mean time, i lost focus on my reading and writing.

See, before the explosion of this beautiful silent killer, I kept an active journal, i had a blog and i read at least 2-3 books. But i can't really say that i read much or wrote enough while i was on facebook. This thing became a silent killer of reality in my life. It is a silent killer of productivity in the work place, a silent killer of marriages and relationships, and definitely a silent killer of time management. Don't get me wrong, i wasn't addicted, i wasn't not having a life, it just silently killed what i loved to do best. Thus my decision to let go. Ha!

Right now I'm thinking about all the people who are wrapped up in it, those who can't breathe without it. Every few minutes, every 2 hours, a few times a day, they go in there, update everyone else on their bad day, hoover on other people's profiles, take quizzes and post them to let the world know how ignorant, worldly, sexy, illiterate they are - and my favorite!! what song of Beyonce they are! c'mon now. I think facebook is semi evil, semi-useful, semi-dangerous, semi-scary, semi-helpful, semi-great. See, thing is, it's all about what you think about it. It's very personal and each individual is entitled to their own opinion. My opinion though is that i can live without it.

It took away so much of who I am. See, there are genuine moments in there, sometimes real stuff is on it, and the people are cool too. In there you find great friends, family, acquaintances, enemies, those who are out to hoover all over your profile, those who snoop and never say anything, and then when you meet them weeks later, they remind you of something you said! That's downright spooky!

Facebook is what you want it to be for you. It's what you make to be in life. As for me, myself and I, facebook was fun, gave me the opportunity to connect with friends old and new and family from far. But I am done for now. I am giving myself a break and I'm sure somehow somewhere i will be okay.

What's my problem then!

2009-09-04T13:13:00.000-07:00

Devaluing what i am and who God has called me to be is something i do often. I always tend to think that others are better than I am. I beat myself up for thinking too much. But I'm learning that i don't have to be a bible scholar to pray and believe for someone else healing and deliverance, oh! and mine too. I am also learning that i don't need to be on the pulpit to declare war against the enemy, and I'm also learning that God is not a respecter of persons, and that He finds me worthy and able enough to trust me to spread His word. What's my problem then!

Thing is i have a lot in me that needs to be said. I have a lot in me that needs to be written down. You know how i know that? coz i have tons of written stuff, tons of things in my head, mind and more going through my veins. It's not even funny!! but i know so well that i can't just blurb things out, i can't just speak and tell stories. It needs to be necessary, useful and timely for that time. It just can't be something to make one happy for a second. I need it to be a life changing thing, a situation where perspectives, mindsets and views are changed. Can i do that? I think i can. I'm learning how to one day at a time.

Mission to change Africa's Image

2009-08-12T13:26:00.000-07:00

I'm on a mission to change Africa's image.
It's not all about hunger, poverty, disease and flies in the eyes and nose kinda pictures.
There is more, and the world needs to know.

At times i don't see it.

2009-08-04T12:41:00.000-07:00

The desire of my heart is to sense, discern, see, hear, and capture what God has ordained for the day, the moment and the environment. My want and my will usually get in my way though, and at times i don't see it, I don't sense and i fail to capture that moment. Scary thing is, it could be when I'm walking down the street, and someone stops right in my track, almost bumping into me and my first instinct is excuse me!! move aside, look him/her up down with a sneer and walk away mad that they got in my way. Was that a test for me? what would Jesus do? brush him aside or notice the need in the man's life? I could also be in line at the store with my full cart of food, and i know very well that most of this food will not last - and the person behind me is a woman with 2 kids, and in their cart is beef jerky, a coke, 3 packets of doritos and 2 for a $1.00 frozen dinners. At this point i clearly feel that one of my food bags should be in their cart, but i dismiss it as....she probably gets the welfare money and buys junk with it...why should i help? May be she couldn't even get welfare!! Yet again, it was a moment to portray Christ's love and i missed it. At times i don't see it.
Another time was at a small neighborhood Starbucks, and i was in line and in came 2 cops and joined in the line. I'm thinking...these guys do such a great job, quick to respond, always helpful and makes environment safe, yet! they also racial profile, discriminate, beat people on cars and stuff like that. So, i let my assumptions get in my way,and instead of encouraging them, supporting them and showing appreciation, i missed out again. At times i just don't see it.

Worst is at church where everyone is supposed to feel loved and wanted and appreciated, right? Yet, i can't deny the existence of clicks, specific groups, a culture that only shares amongst itself. Now, there are those who are not in these clicks, or in the groups, those not popular and definitely need a lift me up. They say...'can't you see me? do i need to dress like you for you to notice me?, I take the bus here, i can't afford a car and goodwill is the best that i can get. 'My hair and nails are not done weekly and this is me as i am. I need you to recognize me, help me understand that it's ok and Jesus loves me the way I am. Please love me as i am. Demonstrate that Christ also loves people like me. As for me, this is where it all stops. I want to sense God more in my environment, I desire for Him to show me the needs, the specifics so that i can help spread his love, demonstrate his love and love those who are invisible. Sometimes I just don't see it. I need more of God.

A pair of shoes

2009-08-03T18:14:00.000-07:00

Completely nothing to write all day today. I've had a great day with my my beau and our girls and of course i got me a pair of shoes...a day well spent. LOL.

Sometimes i do, sometimes i don't.

2009-07-27T15:45:00.000-07:00

I never thought i would say this, but i love my life in America today. 6 months ago, i didn't exactly feel this way. Don't get me wrong, i love my husband, my girls and i would never imagine my life without them. Yet, i always felt there was more for us to do, yet i didn't feel it was here in this country. But the giver of life works in mysterious ways. His word and his comfort comes to me this day like a warm blanket filled with the smell of hot chocolate and surrounded by evening fire.....almost like a heavenly feel to it (never been to heaven tho). I feel content, satisfied, fully secured into the life that God has bestowed on me. I love my time now, my friends, my church and the promises of tomorrow.

I am stronger than i was yesterday, and I am willing to go an extra mile to foster this feeling.

How long will this feeling last?

Help me maintain what i feel today and clothe me in your righteousness.

A gift for Kenya's Young Marginalized men.

2009-07-16T17:19:00.000-07:00

Below is an inspiring story of one great Christian organization working with former violent young men marginalized and used by powerful politicians to terrorize Kenyans. God is good, and we hope many more men's lives are changed.

Kenya: From violence to a peace culture

A project in western Kenya, supported by Diakonia, has helped young people out of a life of violence and criminality and into education and licit livelihoods. The formerly feared young men are now also involved in society through work on conflict solution and environmental protection.
Strategies and working methods

In Kenya, Diakonia focuses on supporting peace and the still “young” democracy, with an emphasis on human rights and equality. Kenya’s population is also young: three quarters are under 30 years old. Despite this fact, young people and the issues that concern them have been neglected in the political arena. Poverty, unemployment and injustice hit the young disproportionately hard.

In 2002, two of Diakonia’s partners started working with young people as part of a project to promote peaceful choices. The town of Kisumu on the shores of Lake Victoria used to be ruled by a group of young men who carried out violence on behalf of politicians. The young people felt that they were oppressed by the Kenyan government in the same way that the Iraqis suffered under the US-led forces in Iraq, and therefore took the name Baghdad Boys. The group became widely known and feared, and was employed by politicians across Kenya who wanted to harass and threaten their opponents.

The project in Kisumu focused on giving the young men vocational training and a path towards a licit livelihood. They also received training in peaceful conflict management. Throughout the process, Diakonia has provided the partner organisations running the project with resources and expertise in support of their
Concrete results

Now, the Baghdad Boys call themselves “Baghdad for Peace”, shortened to Bafope. The young people who have taken part in the project have radically changed their behaviour in terms of violence and drugs. “A culture of peace is gradually replacing the culture of violence and hooliganism,” says one of them, Maurice Masese.

Bafope’s story has inspired other militia groups, who have become involved in the project. Previously marginalised young men have found a way back into society. Via cleanup projects in the town organised by Bafope, several young people have been employed in local environmental protection work. Others provide a livelihood for themselves by working in a waste management company that they set up.

Kenyan Young Men

2009-07-16T14:01:00.000-07:00

Abilities are created through provision of enabling environments for people to find and create options for survival.

Kenyan young men ages 18-35 should be a priority.

They should be given the opportunity to be educated, trained, guided and strategically placed to ensure that their generation does not fall to kidnappings, car-jackings, abductions, direct assaults and attacks, cattle rustling, robbery, burglary, rapes, extrajudicial killings and other forms of insecurity that has now engulfed the country.

My friends and the Seasons

2009-07-16T13:21:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I'm not sure what I'm dealing with...and no, it's not the demons from hell, it's pure humanistic agony of embracing what's right, wrong, what feels good, what's beneficial and what's good for me and my family. It's very easy for me to beat myself up for nothing. It used to be that i really cared what people thought about what i did, said or wore. I found out it's useless, time wasting and pure agony if i cared too much Thus my free speech, free act and free mind and will as i do what i think it right, good, valuable, sensible and beneficial in a godly way to me and my family.

I think of all my great friends that I've had over the years, some have stayed and others have moved on. It's been hard to lose some of those, as the seasons come and go, and we all go separate ways and pursue various ambitions. I'm in a stage in my life right now, as I watch different things happen to different ones in my life. Some have ambitions that are beyond their abilities, but I'm on to encourage and say keep going. Others have endeavors that are not necessarily godly, but with good feel to it, and sometimes its hard to caution or mention something, as i would fear hurting them or discouraging them. Others have dreams, desires, hopes and aspirations. I've watched them get hurt, misled, confused, heartbroken and waiting on empty promises, but i can only reach out a hand and say a prayer that the Almighty would strengthen them and guide their steps into another line of victory.

There are also those who were special to me at one time. They will always be. I love them and I had a great time, learning from them, laughing and crying with them and all i can say is that time goes by, we move to different ends of the earth, we change our perceptions, our views are different, we get married in different countries or states, and when we have kids, life becomes even busier and we spend less and less time together. It's hard to understand that stuff like that happens, but it does, and we just have to move on. Some people are in our lives for just some seasons and God will bring along others as seasons go.

From where i stand, i have loved and i will continue to love all my friends, will honor the days that God brought us together and I'll be forever grateful that we shared so much. Nevertheless, tomorrow is always brighter, especially in the hand of it's maker, and I'm only looking forward to all that God will bring my way including all the special beings that i will call my friends.

To all my friends far and wide, though we don't see eye to eye, i love you and God's speed.

How I have Learnt to Listen

2009-07-10T00:17:00.000-07:00

Listening to my heart is something i do often. I also listen to my mind sometimes, but it's kinda crazy, coz i might just hear the wrong thing. Quite a few times i have to re-route my thinking to my heart, where i'll have a conversation with myself, God and my husband before jumping into some crazy joy. Sometimes i just wanna do it...like jump up and skydive, or bungee jump or go riding a wild horse or something like walk on fire. See, that's kinda crazy. Funny thing is, i know it's dangerous to just do stuff without thinking. I've always been that kind of a person, ready to go, fly outta there, drive across the country, move on and celebrate life. I once drove to Reno @ 1am and arrived by 4am, gambled, had buffet breakfast and drove right back. But thank God for my husband who has calmed me down, taught me how to pay attention to detail, read the instructions, plan the trip (not just throw in stuff together and out the door!). I have learned how to take time to speak, to respond and have fun as i move gracefully with life. My kids have basically stopped me!. I have learned how to listen to God too.

Problem is, sometimes i have great ideas that are not necessarily God's, and when i confuse myself, and get tangled in with my ideas, all hell breaks loose and i can't tell coffee from tea. I blame the Bible, the Word, God and all the good things about Him. Then i remember again...aha! He listens if i talk to Him. Then i call on Him again, and He listens. When i know God is listening, i calm down and learn how to hold a conversation, how to listen, how to praise, how to thank and honor Him with all that i have. Sometimes it's scary because i may think that He talked, and he actually didn't, and then i get all mad, and angry at God and ask Him why he's not doing what He said He'ld do. Well, he asks...'when did i have that conversation with you", I don't remember'. Then i cry, get mad and still love Him more the following day.

Extraordinary Possibility.

2009-04-02T16:18:00.000-07:00

There are no extraordinary people, just ordinary people doing extraordinary things with what they’ve been given.
— K. Bradford Brown Ph.D, author and theologian

That means i've gotta keep doing what I'm doing. Keep working hard and being the best wife, mom, friend, sister, daughter and auntie. Its unbelievable how many times I have shoved aside great ideas, revelations, good ideas (u can talk to God about that) tips, and convictions to do more. I think of how many times I have ignored that person because they didn't look good enough, or didn't talk well, or didn't dress well. How many times I did not stop to offer a smile to someone in need of one and more recently (weird) how many times I passed a police officer, while feeling the need to encourage and appreciate them...and I did not!!. I even remember having an extra 10 dollars I could have sent to help feed and educate a girl in a Kenyan community..but i did not. Now that i don't have that $10, I'm kicking myself...which I shouldn't be doing. Again...i devalued what could have helped someone, what could have been a life-changing moment.

Recently, I have been meeting with people and situations from the past in an almost surreal way. See, I used to be ignorant, underestimate people and I also used to be the kind that would at first glance, assume that someone had nothing to offer me with the little that they had - a horrible mindset, that I regret having, but I'm working on it.

I have grown up by the power of the Almighty God, and I am now at the age of recognizing the need to stay connected and networked with like minded people, folks with ambitions, dreams and an "extraordinary possibility" to reach to the highest of mountains.

At this stage of my age and time, life is too short to lack ambition, a drive or just one thing to call my own. My dream, my niche or ambition and something I will look back to one day and say "Thank you Lord Jesus, for waking ME up".

If a man has not identified a cause worth dying for, then he is not fit to live. - Martin Luther King Jr.
(i just had to throw that in there)

This is my stand

2009-03-25T10:44:00.000-07:00

My stand is that it's better to cultivate, work the land and reap the harvest. I should not eat off of my neighbor's floor.

My skills, experience, training and education have been cultivated for the last 12 years. I can see the fruits, and i love them. But i don't believe in stagnation and failure to produce more. I want to see more. Why is this? Because I have a God given right to keep learning, keep existing and keep living my life to the fullest. I desire to be a well rounded Christian, who is smart, clever, able and successful like everyone else who works hard, pays their dues and walks with God.

My stand is that America is already built and strengthened by it's patriotic citizens. This country is strong, wealthy, and has provided opportunities for millions of people across the globe, including myself. Well, it's time to go home and do the same for my country.

My stand is that if what i've gained in the last 12 years can not be maximized in the wealthiest, strongest, most famous country on earth, then isn't about time to maximize all of that in my home country? Building one house at a time, educating one child at a time, and training one unemployed youth at a time and helping put a plate of food on a hungry child's table, one at a time. That's my stand.

My Mother

2009-03-21T17:54:00.000-07:00

Today was Mother's Day in Kenya. Daughters and sons celebrated with their moms on this occasion. Every woman who has brought forth a life the natural way, and every woman who has cared for a child like a mother would, deserves a pat on their back. It's a hard job, probably the hardest and most taken for granted job in the entire universe. I've done it twice, and it's a stretch that i love. I value and treasure every moment my kids are with me. It's amazing as a mom to watch them grow, make decisions, showcase their little personalities and face things in life.

To my mother who is the most amazing woman on earth. She brought forth 6 children - 5 boys and myself. With my dad on her side, she raised us up and gave us everything that she had. She conquered the world, mastered the art of being a mom, a friend, confidant and counselor. She taught elementary school for almost 30yrs. She demonstrated the knowledge she acquired at a Child Development Training she attended while i was in high school, so lying to her or tricking her never went unnoticed, though she choose to keep it to herself.

I love her with all of my heart. I value what she has to say, and i treasure every moment that i ever shared with her. Now that I'm so far away from her, i reminisce and wish she were to see how i raise my kids. That what she taught me still stands and I'm following on the good example. She may never get to see this, but as i write, think and pour out my heart on this page, it helps to celebrate my mom more that it would if i just smsed her or called her for 2 minutes.

To all the mothers out there, there is no job in the world as hard as this. Live long, be blessed and be a blessing to others like my mother has been to me and others.

I love you mother. I really do.

It's better to be recognized for something great.

2009-03-20T13:07:00.000-07:00

You never know who may hear you....your dreams and your ambitions. You never know who may see your singing, and think....mmmhhh I'll sign him up! Most people always have things they desire, and what better way than just speaking it out. right? Even God listens....he really does.

It's good to be heard and noticed for the right reasons. It's even greater to be recognized for doing something great. At this point in my life, I don't necessarily need recognition, i did when i was younger, still not sure what i was looking for....but not anymore. That's why this blog has not been made public, and probably never will be....at least before it does....lemme show that I've achieved at least half of the things i've talked about. I want to leave this world....feeling that i've done something i loved, something that i had passion for and something that benefits those at risk, those ignored and those considered underdogs.

Everyday, I'm inspired to be better, to do better and i promise myself that I'll do everything i can to live a life of honor, integrity, passion and strength to face this coming generation. I've not been put here by mistake. It's not a coincidence that I'm alive. I truly believe that.

Oasis of hope where Aids orphans get a life

2009-03-20T13:05:00.000-07:00

Oasis of hope where Aids orphans get a life

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By Paul O’Callaghan

Ms Shiundu Kweyu is counting her blessings. Despite living with her mother and five siblings in a one-room shack in the Kibera slum, she considers herself extremely lucky.

Her story is as inspiring as it is astounding. A chance conversation overheard through mabati-tin walls, saved her school life.

On that momentous day, she heard a neighbour discussing St Aloysius Gonzaga School, a Catholic secondary school in Kibera, which first opened its doors in 2004.

With a father dead from Aids related complications, and a mother in fragile health, Shiundu had given up hope of ever receiving a post-primary education.

Free school

One of the teachers, Mr Joseph Karanja conducts a lesson.

On hearing about the new fee-free school in Kibera she presented herself to Mr Dionisio Kiambi, the school principal. The rest is history.

"If not for St Aloysius School, I would be working as a labourer, househelp or doing laundry and I would not have this bright future," she says. The school arose from the work of members of Christian Life Community (CLC), a Catholic Lay movement that visited people suffering from Aids in Kibera. Time and again, they observed that people living with HIV expressed concern for their children’s future, especially their education.

In 2003, CLC sponsored the first 12 Aids-affected children to attend secondary school. Before the year ended, the leaders of CLC met with their Jesuit chaplain Fr Terry Charlton, to discuss what else could be done to assist bright, Aids-affected youth.

Meagre resources

Despite its meagre resources, a decision was reached to step out in faith and begin a secondary school for the youth.

The school would be a college preparatory school in the Jesuit tradition with an education that would produce "men and women for others." It would be a fee-free school serving youth who otherwise could not access further education.

Today, demand is so high and the need so great that some students go to great lengths to gain one of the coveted places and has led to some amusing incidents.

A few years ago, one earnest candidate presented a death certificate of a man he claimed was his late father.

Form Four students with some of the sponsors.

[ PHOTOS /COURTESY ]

However, he forgot to check the date of death. If he had, he would have discovered that the man he called his father died over 20 years before he was born!

Fast-forward to today and the school of 265 students has ambitious plans to build a permanent school in May, which will eventually serve 420 students.

As well as providing students with breakfast and lunch daily, the school also seeks to satisfy the students’ hunger for learning by paying their fees, books and writing materials.

But the help doesn’t end there as Shiundu explains.

"The teachers at St Al’s care for both our quality education and our personal well-being. We are able to talk with them about our problems at home."

These problems are countless. Without electricity, many can’t study after sundown.

Even for those lucky enough to have artificial light, study is frequently disrupted by family members who live, eat and sleep in the same room. Neighbours’ domestic rows, loud music and raised voices from the all-too-prolific Busaa (traditional beer) clubs don’t help either. When it was discovered that some students wore their uniform seven days a week because they had nothing else to wear, a special budget was set up to assist in buying clothes.

Bright future

Yet, despite the myriad problems, enthusiasm and humour abound.

It is remarkable to meet young people who have every reason to be hopeless yet instead focus on their plans and hopes for a brighter future.

This message of hope is a recurring theme when you talk with Ms Jill Juma, a biology and chemistry teacher at the school.

"I go beyond just being a science teacher. I want to teach life skills and empower young lives with hope," she says.

"Providing free education is lifting the burden of poverty for families and enlightening their otherwise dark world with hope. This infectious ‘Yes, we can’ approach has spread to the students. "This is the school of hope," enthuses Atieno Perez Okomo, a grateful Form Four student. "The teachers at St Al’s really care for us and give us hope."

Striving for a better future is expressed practically in a unique six-month voluntary community service programme undertaken by Form Four graduates.

As Principal, Mr Kiambi explains, "our mission and hope is that our graduates learn from the example of benefactors and then perhaps one day return the favour and pass it on to others."

Giving back

Working in schools, health centres, parishes and orphanages, the young people ‘pay forward’ to their own communities what they themselves have received from donors they may never be able to thank personally.

To this, Shiundu is glad to have overheard that conversation at that very moment.

—The writer is a freelance journalist and volunteer teacher

A Kenyan Mother dies on her to America for her daughter's graduation

2009-03-18T12:32:00.000-07:00

The Standard newspaper reports that a Kenyan mom travelling to America for her daughter's graduation died in the plane, or died while waiting for a transfer flight..........and other conflicting reports..

That's like the hardest thing a daughter would have to experience...can you imagine driving to pick up your mom from the airport, and on reaching the gate...they tell you the flight was delayed....ok, you are thinking, cool! it's ok, my mom is in that plane, and i can't wait to see her. So, i'll wait with everyone else. Only that the delay was an emergency landing in another airport, because your mom passed on in the flight. I think i would pass out, and probably not wake up.

I can't even begin to imagine what the family is going through. I pray for strength, peace, faith and the will to go on for this family. May they find an answer.

Senior Year, a mother, wife, friend, daughter and sisiter

2009-03-17T10:45:00.000-07:00

So, between my senior project, my Business Law class, taking care of my 2 girls, while daddy is at work all day, and maintaining a home that's beautiful, clean and welcoming, that makes me superwoman, right? . Well, let's see.... my kids go to school till noon(for my baby, 3 days a week, i stay with her the rest of the time) and 11.25 for my kindergartner. So, i pick them up, and i have to entertain them, do homework, feed and bathe them. Everyday i do this, but Monday, one of my mom friends, picks up my 5yr old and hangs out with her for an hour or so, till i leave class @ noon. I still need energy left to make dinner, be nice to my wonderful husband, clean the house, do laundry and still find time to be a wife and friend! At this point, it's sort of like crazy! and it's hard too, but I'm a superwoman! right?I think I'm supposed to be.

It turns out the my mom friend, who picks up my daughter on Mondays, had a sick son and so he didn't come to school, meaning she won't pick up my daughter.

That means i would have to leave my class one hour before it's over to make it on time to get my daughter. Well, there is more.. i usually pick up another kid, one of my daughter's friend, then drop her at after school care program. Well, remember the mom who picks up my daughter while I'm in class, well, she also picks up this other girl(my daughter's friend) on Mondays coz I'm in class. We all help each other. Crazy, huh!

Turns out i missed class yesterday! I couldn't make it! I missed a quiz, notes, lecture and an opportunity to get an update on my senior project. Well, the professor called me and had me think twice if i had to graduate......she's really wonderful, she has worked with me, accommodated my other priorities and sets up outside her schedule to get my homework, catch upon quizzes and all that. Well, she can't do that forever. So, i had to show up in her class at 8pm yesterday to take my quiz, turn in my homework and get all the notes and more. It was the hardest quiz ever, i hadn't studied for it, and i felt so angry. I cried all the way home, thinking of how much i messed up, how i need to graduate this semester, how she'd had to put up with my absences, and impromptu sicknesses and extra time she gives me. She said that other students begin to question time wasted explaining things for students who are absent. She really wants me to graduate, and i want to graduate. Being a wife, mother, student, sister, friend, and all these other things is tough!

Joy flows at prospect of clean water

2009-03-17T10:36:00.000-07:00

The standard newspaper reports on it's issue Published on 13/03/2009

By Leonard Korir

my thoughts...

Upon hearing about the good news of possibility of clean water: below is a response from one herdman:

Mr Simon Etere, a herdsman, says the construction of shallow wells and cattle troughs would end his daily trek to and from Mara River, five kilometres away, where he waters his animals.

"We risk being attacked by wild animals when we take our animals to the river. Now water would be within our reach," he says.

Isn't this just wonderful? just to have water nearby. Besides being attacked by wild animals as the herdsman says, there are plenty of other benefits.

-young girls wouldn't have to walk so far to fetch water if they must. They'll still have sometime to do homework and spend time with their parents. They also get access to water probably for daily washing - I'm thinking 5km walk to get water may not have worked very well, especially for the girls in puberty age.

I'm just excite because i know you cna cook better with clean water, dink it without worry and also feed your family.

That's some excting good news! I hope it works.

Kibaki children to sue Muite

2009-03-16T15:55:00.000-07:00

Wow.....what has the children of the president have to do with the Kenyan government? They are all adults over 18yrs of age. Law school needs all involved to study harder!

Raila Odinga to represent Africa at G-20 summit

2009-03-15T22:05:00.000-07:00

Wow! I remember signing a petition on One.org to have the G20 summit in Britain, accept to include Africa in their Global Economy Crisis Conference in April. Wow! they did and amazingly invited 2 African leaders to the Summit. Kenya's Prime Minister Raila Odinga and Ethiopian Prime Minister

Hopefully they will represent Africa!

I'm actually in tears....with joy

2009-03-13T14:13:00.000-07:00

I found out something really awesome....i can't even begin to explain it. It's one of those. I cried until i was tearless enough to write this.

joy, gladness, relief, feel like yelling out loud!........yeeeeeeeeeeeeppppppppppppppy!

so happy...

kenyan girls without sanitary towels.

2009-03-12T23:54:00.000-07:00

It pains my heart that a girl misses classes 4 days a month for lack of sanitary towels. I did not even miss a day because of lack of the products. I had them. I had extra too. This is supposed to be a natural necessity that every girl is entitled to. But not these particular girls in rural Kenya. What is so hard to believe is that some of these girls would use plastic bags, old rags or sit on the sand until the flow is gone.

It's sad, it brings tears to my eyes and it's unbelievable, and painful to hear. I haven't done anything to help them yet, but i will. I haven't even talked with them, but I will. I haven't got a clue on what and how i should it, but one day i will. That's how i give. Everyday i think about them. It doesn't help them, does it? But i have no other means.

That's my pain that i live with everyday. That's how i give. That's how i have changed the world around me. With my dreams. Dreams to help these girls. One day, when I can. One day when I will.

Shocking Monthly Salary.

2009-03-12T15:17:00.000-07:00

Published on The Standard Online

Friday, 13th March 2009

By Kap Kirwok

Below is an excerpt from

US offers best model for Kenya in governance, service delivery

http://www.eastandard.net/InsidePage.php?id=1144007197&cid=500&

You would not know it, but Kibaki’s monthly salary is 20 per cent higher than Obama’s. The former is reported to earn a monthly salary of about Sh40 million ($486,075) per year while the latter earns about Sh32 million ($400,000). The comparisons for the members of the legislature and judiciary’s pay and perks are the same for the two countries — give or take a percentage point. The only difference is in the quality of leadership and legislative output. -

Nakumatt Prestige and Runda, illegal developments??

2009-03-11T15:12:00.001-07:00

Trouble looms for ‘illegal’ developments

By Harold Ayodo

First published in the Standard Online - 11t March 2009 - below are just my thoughts.

Wow..........having been to all the Nakumatts, even Prestige, I can't imagine it gone . Demolished. That's the rumor. What of the gisty stores and all? how about the homes in Runda? Loresho and all? I'm thinking, what others are built on 'the river' and which river is this by the way?

I'm still waiting to hear more, coz i can't imagine all of these places demolished...won't that cost like billions and so many jobs and what a mess to demolish all of that?

Is this Nairobi river that is supposedly under these buildings? may be we need to fix the existing river before we embark on the one under. My thoughts exactly.

Poverty: Where to Begin

2009-03-11T14:32:00.000-07:00

I get excited when i read stories of how people are working hard to eliminate poverty in their community. More so in Kibera slums. I have a passion for this place, though i've never been in there. Do i blame the American media for bringing it to my attention, heck ya! I do. Kibera has an international attention as being the biggest slum in Africa. Problem is, there are people who live here. These are women, children and men in this community of about 1 million. According to the website that's home to one of the organizations based in Kibera, these slum dwellers reside on a piece of land that was used for military purposes, and since it wasn't a part of Nairobi, the government does not provide help at all. Whether that's true or not, i don't know.

All i know is that every citizen has a right to education, and health care from the government. If that's not possible, then people like me with the little that i know and have would like to be of help to the these families. But how does one even imagine they can help a whole million people? Ok...wait, let's begin with one at time. Where do i even begin? A lot of people have ideas, others have acted on their ideas and have succeeded on these ideas. I have my ideas too. My husband and I do, but we've gotta sit down and pen them. Like i had said before, i don't have money, I'm not even in Kenya, and neither I'm I going there tomorrow. But i would like to help. I would like to meet or hear from groups that work closely with individuals from Kibera. People who have succeeded in identifying families to support in any way. I would love to see a progress report, of how they've helped, what has changed in these people's lives, and what else is needed to be done. Kibera is alive on Youtube.com, and I'm excited that the Western brought all these things to my attention.

First, i want to start with young girls. When you educate a girl, she always remembers. She uses every fiber in her to come back and help the community. Boys should be educated the same too, but girls have a lesser chance of achieving higher and a bigger chance of falling victim to domestic work, early marriages and prostitution. When you give a girl a chance, she embraces it all, and the result is a changed mindset that changes the community.

Libraries, health clinics, wellness centers and counseling services are needed to cater for the needs of women in slum areas. Books should be a companion to every girl. Books open up a world of imagination, hope, inspiration and desire to receive more. If libraries were erected in every street of the Kibera slums, many kids would have a chance at life. Books would replace prostitution, confinement and illiteracy.

Health clinics are vital to women. Of all species of the human kind, women have the most issues when it comes to health, body, wellness and sound mind. From when one is a young girl, to puberty and adolescent- and to being a grown up, there are a million things that occur in the mind, body and soul of a woman. If all these things are not handled with care, nurturing and feeding, the body, soul and mind fall apart. When a woman falls apart, the community falls too.

Wellness centers and counseling services encourage women to look at the brighter side. Believing in yourself as a woman, carrying yourself with dignity as a woman and reacting with grace and integrity are a part of being a woman of substance. It's vital that every woman has a right to express, live fearlessly and succeed in life.

With these three things in place, a woman can achieve a lot, and the community will thrive. God help me to become one that is able to help my sistas, the women and girls in Kibera who didn't have a chance, to find themselves, to succeed and be proud of who they are.

Kibera Youth getting out of poverty

2009-03-11T14:02:00.000-07:00

Youths build their way out of poverty

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By Dann Okoth

The Kibera Slum Upgrading Project may be a major undertaking, but it is not just the large construction firms that are benefiting from it.

Youths in Kibera have landed a rare training sponsorship that could see them compete for contracts with multinationals.

And, the initiative, which could lift hundreds of youth out of poverty, began as a joke in February 2007, when UN Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon visited the slum.

Youth co-ordinator Linus Sijenyi.

Mr Ban had arrived in Kibera to inspect the implementation of the slum project, co-funded by United Nations Human Settlements Programme (UN-Habitat), when he met the youth.

Why would so many of them be around to greet him when people should be away at work? Moon reportedly enquired of the youth, who had gathered to meet him.

It was then that the UN boss was told the youth had no jobs.

The top diplomat was rendered speechless. On his return to New York, he dispatched a cheque for $100,000 (Sh8 million) to Kibera youth to help them engage in some economic activity. "It was then that we sat down with Habitat officials to discuss how best we could spend the money," says Mr Linus Sijenji, the Kibera youth co-ordinator. They chose construction.

Heavy machinery

But the youth were not going to spend their money in purchasing huge earth-moving equipment or building materials.

Instead, they opted to use the money to hone their skills in construction on how best to offer professional service.

"Most of the youth were already involved in the industry as unskilled workers anyway," he says.

Sijenji adds Habitat engaged the youth in a training programme to produce cheap building blocks. The youths have since learned to produce the low-cost Stabilised Soil Blocks and soon, they would begin producing the highly popular and futurist Hydroform Interlocking Blocks.

"So far we have witnessed the successes of the programme as more youth have been trained in building and construction," he says.

According to the co-ordinator, 120 youths will be sent to Kenya Water Institute to train as plumbers and Don Bosco Catholic Church training facility to train as electricians.

In all, he says, 320 youth would have graduated by the end of the first phase of the programme.

Kibera slums. The UN slum upgrading programme (in the background) is providing a chance for youth to acquire construction skills. [PHOTOS: EVANS HABIL/STANDARD]

"The youth will gain more from the Kibera slum upgrading project since they will be contracted as skilled rather than as unskilled labourers like they did before," say Sijenji.

Besides that, many are looking forward to forming their own companies and bid for jobs as building contractors.

"Our aim is to form our own companies that could competitively bid for such contracts on equal level with big companies," he says.

Bank loans

He adds: "Much as this might seem far fetched, the idea is viable, especially with more training opportunities and resources like bank loans."

But the most crucial point for the youth is that they have a say in the project.

"It is encouraging that the Government recently gave us an opportunity to contribute views on the way forward for the project," says Michael Wanjohi, an official of a co-operative committee.

More importantly, they argue, the involvement of the youth would fulfill the purpose of the concept of slum upgrading.

"Slum upgrading ought not to improve just the physical facilities of the slum dwellers but also improve their livelihood and open opportunities for youths," says Sijenji.

However, it remains to be seen how the initiative will flourish given the highly competitive and intricate nature of the building and construction industry.

Nairobi City, as safe as San Francisco

2009-03-10T11:07:00.000-07:00

Yeah.. I said it. It is so safe to live, work, walk and do stuff in Nairobi.
It's just like any other major city in the world. It has it's great side, wonderful experiences and once a lifetime experience. It also has it's Oakland CA side, it's Reo De Janeiro side and most def, it has the the best, the good and the ugly. Look at the skyscrapers, the all glass commercial buildings around town. Now, Nairobi also brags of some of the best restaurants in Africa...and may be the world, and great hotel service and extras you would never get anywhere else. Transportation from one corner to the other is plenty and fast. I'm not biased, it's the truth, and the truth better be told. Just like any other capital city, you'll find museums, up scale malls, theaters, large sports arenas, movie venues, dance clubs, shopping centers, central business district and more.

How about the people of Nairobi?. Very friendly, may be more than friendly. It depends on where you are, what you are doing, what you look like and how you present yourself. Just like in any other city, do not over expose your currency, do not show you've got more than the president and do not show all the credit cards in your wallet. No one wants to see them. People are scared of debt, and that's why you should keep it to yourself. Do not pretend you know best cuz you are from the west, or 'majuu'(States, i think). Kenyans and Nairobians happen to be some of the most educated, smart and knowledgeable people on earth. Look at the President of the United Sates! Sorry, i said that. Look around, no one thinks it's true....not even CNN or BBC, who will instead show you the animals and disease stricken communities. Well.. there's that too, but it's part of nature. America, Europe, Asia and the Latins have diseases, poverty, and things that Africans have never heard of .....they need to show that on TV too. It's scary. Back to my point below.

While in Nairobi, say hello, smile and be kind. Humans respond to that. Show respect, and do not pretend like you know it all, you don't.

The food is probably the best you'll ever have. Let's start with nyama choma (roasted over fire goat meat), could be other things like crocs, ostrich, zebra, buffalo), but no sweat, if you don't have excess to spend on game, go for the goat, it's superior!! Chapatis, samosas, irio, githeri and pilau are just some of the best. Fish is the best, as it comes from Lake side, and best place on earth? Mombasa, the Kenyan Coast. White becheas underneath neat palm trees. Since Kenya is made up over 42 tribes, there is a fusion of food just about anywhere you are. Just ask, Nairobians like to be asked, and expect extra words...look at me!! No one even asked me...and I'm telling about Nairobi.!

The style of Nairobians, depends on where you are and what you like! There is the upper middle class, the elite who swagger upwards. Those that have it all, but still hustling for more. You'll find them at the hot pricy joints shopping, showing off or simply having fun they deserve. They work hard!! Nairobi people do.They reside in well manscured mansions and town homes. They have armed guards watching over property and life is good. They ride in some hot cars, and they als actually take public transport...i think that's smart. Then comes the middle class, who are educated, smart, intelligent, hard working folks who have it together - and they work even harder to get more. They also live large in huge homes. But there is one thing to note about Nairobians, they are not stressed with life, they don't overwork and they don't get all $$ obsessed. They have quality of life, and they value family, relationships and life. Then, there is the working poor who have less than they would like to have. They work hard to provide for their families, and they have their priorities straight. Working to provide a better opportunity for their families. I admire that.

Night life? It's been in existence since Adam was made. Nairobians love to party, and hang out and drink and talk and meet up to show off latest trends in clothes, cars, and stuff. It's normal, it happens everywhere. There is a sense of pride in who you are if you feel good about yourself! I love that, and Nairobians love it too. Majority are also Christians, they were raised that way, but they like to run so as to feel like they chose a religion for themselves.....but it's OK, once a follower of Christ, still is...that's my opinion. There are plenty of churches, temples and other places. If no church for you...there is Uhuru Park, serene, sunny and safe now.

Buying things in Nairobi??? mmmmhhh....best time ever. You can bargain, and it feels good. You can choose to shop like the Artur bros, or you can choose to be wise, clever and informed. Forget the department stores and gisty places, go second hand, bargain and help the folks who work their necks off feeding their families. Shopping for food? Nakumatt is great, has everything you'd ever need, but the local kiosks and supermarkets, have all you must ever need in your kitchen. Veggies and fruits are fresh, tastier and better from the vendor stands. Milk is even cheaper, coz it comes as you need it, not in a jerrycan.

Eating out? choose local, but once in a while treat yourself to some Italian/French/Asian cuisine. My favorite foreign food in Kenya is found at Palacina Restaurant. Great ambiance, delicious and generous servings, live band and a serene atmosphere...I will be forever grateful for my sister who treated my husband and I to the most romantic dinner (celebrating our 3rd anniversary), they had rose petals all around our table, dedicated a song to us, and boy did i feel loved! It was the best. Joyce is an amazing hard working woman. A wife and a mother that is strong and dedicated and has the will to maintain.

School for your kids? There are plenty of schools, just go where you are comfortable. International folk choose multi-national schools, can be expensive, but OK. Education is important. Kenya produces some of the most educated people in the world. Again, every city does. Everyone wants their city to produce the best. Mine does. I love Nairobi!

Enough info for now. Nairobi is a thriving community of multi-national, extra lingual persons, who are dedicated, work hard, and believe there is nothing wrong with Nairobi. It's just like any other city in the world.

It has it's ugly side too. A few pointers: If you can't drive, don't. Carry enough cash for what you need. Leave the rest at home. Don't go out after dark by yourself. Take a cab, and it's cheaper. Do not ask for directions from strangers. Go to the veggie vendor and ask on how to get there. Ask a guard or enter one of the stores, and the Indian owner will direct you. Smile and be safe. Just like you'd do in any other city. They are all the same!

My Question to CEO & Founder: KenCall Kenya

2009-03-10T10:49:00.001-07:00

I love tujuane.com, a network of professional East Africans who are smart, intelligent and ready to take business to a new level in Kenya and the surrounding countries.

I came across an interview where CEO of KenCall Kenya was being interviewed. His last comment moved me, and so i embarked on a mission: to find out if the comment he gave, really - if he menat what he said....or may be he was just talking?..

So, i sent a note to the website, on his story.
Nicholas Nesbitt: Calling The World Date Published: Monday February 23, 2009

I am so amazed, motivated and absolutely proud of Nicholas Nesbitt on Calling the World Interview withe Tujuane. What stood out most is the last question: where Nicholas responding on Kenyans who have visited the rest of the world to come back home because there is help needed immediately. I may be naive, but i believe him, and with my Business Management Degree and a Diploma in Business Administration, 10 years of working in both corporate and private sector in the U.S, I hope and pray that there will be an opportunity for me. I am willing to train, work with and help in any way i can with all the training and experience i have gained in the 12 years I have been in America. Is there a way to pass this message to him, and did he really mean that?

But, no one got back to me....mmmmhhh. I'm still waiting.

Call Centers in Kenya: Nicholas Nesbitt: Calling The World

2009-03-10T10:37:00.001-07:00

Interview with CEO and Founder: KenCall Kenya, a call center that is changing how business works in Nairobi.

Nicholas Nesbitt: Calling The World
Date Published: Monday February 23, 2009

Nicholas Nesbitt, the proprietor and CEO of Kencall Kenya has run one of the most successful call centres in Kenya today and was one of the winners of the inaugural Pioneers of Properity awards organized by Legatum company last year. Protus Onyango interviewed him and brings us his story.

(Please note, this story was published in the December - March 2009 edition of Business Woman Magazine. You can purchase a copy of this magazine at your local bookstore!)

Business Woman: When did KenCall Start?

Nicholas Nesbitt: KenCall started in late 2004 just before Christmas. We spent two years working on the idea before we raised the capital and took another year to build the facilities before going into live production.

BW: What motivated you to start the business?

NN: I went to the US for university and had always been looking for the right reason to come back home once I graduated, but always had yet another reason to stay on. I became very intrigued by the call centre industry while running a large division of an American telecommunications company called Qwest Communications. I saw how successful India was in creating massive employment and building a whole new sector of the economy. I realized that this call centre/BPO industry was something that I could successfully bring to Kenya given all of the raw human capital available and my experience in telecommunications and corporate America.

So I gave up my life in America and moved back home to Kenya to start the business.

BW: Where did you get the seed money?

NN: We raised the capital to start the business several rounds. I chipped in a lot of my own money to start through the exploratory stages and then relied heavily on friends and family for the rest once we saw the viability of the company. We also were fortunate that NIC Bank believed in our initial vision and lent some of our initial capital and then Diamond Trust Bank came in later to help us as we grew out of the incubation stage and became a more solid business.

BW: How did the market respond to the idea of oursourcing?

NN: Out initial target markets were the USA and the UK. Potential clients in those countries had never even contemplated that Kenya could become an international call centre destination. In fact, some of the prospects even laughed in my face at my initial proposal saying that giraffes and bones were what came to mind when they thought about Kenya. They certainly never though about Kenya as a serious business destination where they could rely on world-class service.

The potential clients in East Africa were very wary of what we offered and many hadn't thought about outsourcing their customer service departments, if they even had one. At the beginning, it was very slow going and difficult to convince international and local clients that we could serve them in Kenya as well as any outsourcer could service them elsewhere.

BW: What role do you think outsourcing plays in the business world today?

NN: Outsourcing has been around since time immemorial. People have always relied on specialists to do certain tasks on their behalf. This particular kind of outsourcing in which one company outsources to another one across the world using IT to connect the companies recognize that specialists can provide more value to their sales and service delivery models than they can. Outsourcers are becoming increasingly sophisticated doing more than the traditional customer service and telemarketing work and venturing into process redesign, research, analysis and even R&D. The advanced providers are beginning to replicate entire American offices in cheaper locations such as India, for less money, quicker turn around times and with higher quality.

BW: What challenges did you face at the initial stages of your business? What about now?

NN: Our initial challenges were vast and often overwhelming. We needed regulatory approval from the CCK and licenses from a host of ministries. We needed to learn the call centre industry from scratch and understand why clients outsourced their work and at what prices. We had to learn how to transmit voice and data traffic over satellite dishes with no technical hitches. We had to recruit, train and develop a large number of staff that was unfamiliar with almost everything we were teaching them. It was all a very big challenge.

Today, our issues revolve around managing our rapid growth. We have solved all the basic technical issues, but now worry about where we will find the talent to manage the numerous opportunities coming our way. We have to find more efficient methods to manage over 1,000 people and all of their personal performance details. We worry about how to grow with new clients as they expect us to open offices in other countries with them and we are trying to evolve our service offerings into higher value services without abandoning our core business so early in our history.

BW: What measures do you think the Kenyan government can take to make the business environment conducive?

NN: The Kenyan government can improve the image of Kenya as a place to do business locally and internationally and aggressively promote Kenya as a professional business destination. It can start off by improving the roads and the whole transport system. It can stop all "poverty tourism" and begin to shed the image of Kenya as a beggar state that can't help itself. It can make it easier for expatriates to work in Kenya and transfer their skills and it can also allow dual citizenship, especially for the Diaspora.

We need to give economic incentives to Kenyans living abroad to come back and work in the country. We need to get away from the idea of "scarcity" and think in terms of "abundance." There is so much money and opportunity out there in the world, yet many of the government business policies focus on restrictions, as demonstrated by all of the licenses, permits, red tape and official interference, as if there is not enough opportunity for everyone.

BW: How many employees does Kencall have?

NN: Today, KenCall has close to 700 employees and is growing every month. We expect to double out size in the next 12 to 15 months.

BW: What do you do to motivate your employees?

NN: We motivate our employees in financial and non financial ways. We give them short-term incentives to drive hourly or daily performance. These incentives could range from free giveaways for movies to dinner vouchers to cash. We give everyone monthly targets against which they earn commissions and bonuses based on their performances. As a long-term incentive, we have also given a few dozens of our employees shares in the company in appreciation for their contribution to KenCall's growth.

Regarding non-financial incentives, we have a very non-collegiate atmosphere at KenCall and try to promote teamwork, fun and camaraderie within a framework of intense performance expectations.

BW: You won an award in the Pioneer of Prosperity awards sponsored by Legatum and OTF Group last year (2007). How has this affected the way you run your business?

NN: Entering the Legatum competition forced us to take a good look at the way we do business. The judges scrutinized us intensely and therefore we had to ensure that everything we did every day was documented and replicable. The process "set the bar" for our own Standard Operating Procedures. We made the procedures an integral part of our business and have lived up to the objectives and expectations of the award ever since.

BW: What are your professional qualifications?

NN: I received two Bachelor of Engineering degrees from Dartmouth college in the USA, a Masters in engineering from Dartmouth and an MBA from Stanford University in California. I have also taken many professional training courses and attended many seminars in the USA, the UK and France.

BW: Any other Comments?

NN: I went to America to study and stayed for many years to find my fortune. The irony of my situation is that, despite all of the advice of everyone who was trying to leave Kenya because there were no opportunities, I came back to Kenya to actually find or make my fortune.

My message to all of the diaspora is that Kenya needs people who have seen the rest of the world to come back and help to build the nation. There is so much opportunity and such a great need for people to turn all those opportunities into reality. We need the help immediately.

Books I'm reading now.

2009-03-09T16:06:00.000-07:00

It's so cute and funny that my husband's grandma and myself are reading the same book at the same time...wow!

Three Cups of Tea. A must read, so inspiring, out of this world and a must have!

I'm also reading:

-Somebody's Heart is Burning.

-The Dilemmas of Africanization

I'm having lot's of fun!

Read a book, it changes the mindset.

Monday...a day many love to hate

2009-03-09T16:00:00.000-07:00

Yet it's the best day of the week. Look at it this way, if Monday is gone, the rest of the week goes pretty fast, right? especially when that particular Monday is a holiday. That is not only awesome, but fast too.

Monday is also a day to start a new life. Since people go to church on Sunday, there are a lot of disturbing, great, sad and joyous things that the Pastor said on Sunday. I"m thinking folks carry these words with them to Monday. right?

I think a lot, and that's just my thoughts!

MBA Students in U.S Schools in trouble.

2009-03-09T15:03:00.000-07:00

Based on the story below, i can't stop but wonder about the oh so necessary degrees that we all work so hard to achieve. There is nothing wrong with degrees, in fact education is the best gift anyone can get, and by all means, do not stop. Go for the PhD too., but do not let that stop you from attaining other things while you are at it.

As we all know it takes quite a while for foreigners to graduate college without steady employment and financial help from anyone. People work their butts off to pay through college, and it takes years, even decades. For those with guts, they get financial aid...that's another story all together, I'm in there too....another reason to have you stay in America as you work to pay off the debts.

But so many times, a lot of people have missed so many opportunities in venturing into business and other life changing chances just because they lacked a degree. It is really not supposed to be like that. Look at America...not everyone has a degree, - even worse, others do not even have GED's - high school, but there is work to do. You can be a manager in a fast food restaurant, a janitorial manager for all I care, without a degree, and it works, because this is employment that feeds the economy and provides people with opportunities, and when you have opportunities, you thrive, work hard and even get much more.

This is not the case in the developing countries. No one will hire you without some form of recognized training, a degree, and to be hired by a company as a standard eight leaver? or even as a high school leaver? no one will even look at you! My question is, if employers didn't care so much about the CV, titles behind the name and where they attained degree from, may be we would have a more progressed country. May be we would be one of those countries with great employment rates.

I'm not saying degrees aren't needed, they are. What I'm saying is, for a country like Kenya to get out of it's bad economic status, unemployment and youth crimes, people ought to be given chances to prove they can be trusted. Very few people in Kenya have been to a 4yr college. Even fewer have Masters. Don't even try with the PHD's! For all those without degrees, they are somewhere may be looking for a better job - better lifestyle, and endless ways to be comfortable and successful. My thoughts are, they are not satisfied because they are unqualified That's sad. They are just too many of them.

I say employers need to look at skills: Forget the CV and big name universities. Look at what the person is capable of doing. Look at their communication, customer service and people skills. Train them based on their job description. Train them based on the goals and objectives of the company. Reward those who show promise. Over qualifying the educated few - who happen to be elite few, only increases unemployment and causes the majority poor who have college diplomas and certificates and may be high school leavers to be unproductive. What does that do to the country? Take a look and see......

Let's give everyone a chance. Even better, let's have everyone get an opportunity to attend college. Let's provide our people with training that is helpful to all, not only to the elite few who can afford expensive universities and colleges. Let's believe in people enough to offer them training, our trust and belief. Let's believe in those who no one else believes in. That's how we build our nation.

Report: BofA rescinding job offers to MBA students

Austin Business Journal

Bank of America Corp. is starting to withdraw offers to some MBA students that graduate from U.S. business schools this year, the Financial Times reported Monday.

The $787 billion stimulus package prevents financial institutions like Bank of America (NYSE:BAC) that receive TARP money from applying for H1-B visas for highly-skilled immigrants if they have recently laid off U.S. workers, the paper reported.

The move should affect no more than 50 graduates, but is worrying business schools, the Financial Times said.

“There might be an inclination for people from around the world to vote with their feet (and avoid U.S. business schools),” David Schmittlein, dean of MIT’s Sloan school of management in Boston, told the paper.

International Women's Day

2009-03-08T21:04:00.000-07:00

It's amazing how people have no clue what today represents. I've been waiting all day for someone to say to me.."Happy International Women Day" Not even one. I purposely didn't say it to anyone verbally, waiting to see if anyone even had a clue. No one. That's how much being a woman has been taken so much for granted.

Celebrating women should be our lifestyle, just like being a Christian who worships Christ. It's not jsut a sunday thing, it should be a lifestyle. Women carry humans in their wombs for nine months. I guess that's one of those things we all take for granted, probably coz it's been done more than 7billion times. But we must not forget, women are the pillars of the society. Even the most industrialized societies. Women still hold together the family routine. Yeah, men do go to work, and come home, and that's great. Women have the men, their work, the kids, money, family, schedules, routines, groceries, laundry and in laws on their mind 24/7. Everyday, should be a day to celebrate women.

Every woman holds the world in their hands, and every woman from every corner of planet earth, has one thing that surpasses all others...her children. The richest woman on earth, the poorest woman on earth, they have one thing in common - best interest for their kids.

Every woman deserves to be honored and every woman deserves to maintain the right of being a woman.

This is to all the women. Happy International Women day.

I can't stop this...I'm addicted

2009-03-06T15:09:00.000-08:00

ok...half of my research time for college papers......is spent on youtube.com. I'm addicted to looking at stories of triumph from Camfed International, and others where women of all ages and places and tribes give their amazing stories of breakthrough from poverty. When you educate a girl, everything changes. From the way the mind works, perceptions, decisions, and major things in life change for the better when a woman is educated. When you educate a girl, a new generation is alive, and it's upon the community to make sure that those women are help up strong.

I also spend quite a bit of time on international organizations that support or fund women groups through out Africa. It just never ceases. I like to hear success stories of marginalized women, and success stories of little girls who now have hope that everything is gonna be alright. It is s o rewarding to see their shiny faces, and genuine smiles knowing that their hard work, and perseverance is making way for a better generations. I had a great opportunity to pursue my education and dreams. And I did. But there are those who can't ever see themselves anywhere else but beneath the ground, rotting away in filth and marginalization. I want to be there to guide them, train them on the little that i know. I desire to hold them by hand and tell them that it is going to be OK. I desire to share their victorious moments with them as they rise from self-pity to independent, courageous and community building women of substance.

I can actually be on the computer all day just checking these websites, reading amazing stories and watching the body language of women who are no longer ashamed, beat up or looked down upon, but women who have changed how they think, women who are looking upwards and believing that their God given right to be a woman is no longer a shame.

I'm not ashamed of being a woman. I hope that every woman on the face of the earth never has to feel that way.

To all the women who are already doing this, to all the women who have stepped forward to help, and to all the women who have sacrificed their comforts to work with and invest in the future of these girls, God bless you and keep you strong.

http://www.vitalvoices.org
http://www.womenthrive.org
http://www.icrw.org
http://www.icri.org - Africa
https://my.care.org
http://www.iwhc.org
http://www.globalfundforwomen.org

And all others. Thank You.

Myself - the girl child and the woman

2009-03-06T13:11:00.000-08:00

I am blessed to have been raised by loving, able, faithful and absolutely terrific parents. I was a child surrounded by love, support and kind words. I was in the right place and i was able to enjoy my childhood as an only girl in a family of 5 boys. I loved it. I came out as I am today, comfortable, strong despite the odds, beautiful despite what the word means, strong and confident amidst all the chaos. Today i uphold my God given right as a woman. Thank you!

The girl child in Kenya who is fighting for her rights, crying out for her mama or daddy, the girl who has had to hide and ran away every time men approach the homestead for fear of being sold to an older man, or the girl who misses school 4 days a month because she has no sanitary pads. This is to the girl-child who faces the wrath of torment as she is forced into female genital mutilation. This is for the girl who has not seen or even heard anyone tell her that she's lovely, cute or beautiful. This is to the girl-child who has never been hugged or held close in loving arms. This is for the girl child who has no voice, only tears because no one hears her. I hear you and I am here for you.

As a woman, a mother, a wife, a student and a friend who resides in the US, there is a part of me that never left Kenya. There is a part of me that died when i boarded that airplane. That part came out of the ashes, sprung out like a wild lily when I became a mother. God entrusted my husband and I with 2 beautiful girls, and everyday when i look at them, I can't stop wondering why the Lord is so good to us. I can't stop wondering why us...whay us? I keep wondering why is it that there are millions of other little girls without a toilet to sit in, or a favorite song to sing or a a favorite toy. I picture those five shoeless toes covered in dust, the tattered dress that has turned brown due to filth, and i see that girl who sleeps hungry and waits for her turn tomorrow to eat - because it was her baby sister's turn to eat today. I look at my daughters and think how blessed I am. I look at them and realize that i was created to provide a loving, safe and fulfilling environment to the girls without. I was made to love and hold and hug those little girls without a song, without a dad and without a voice. I hear you girl, i feel you and I will always be here.

To the girl - child in Kenya who is learning to arise and be called blessed.
To the girl - child in Kenya who is dreaming of becoming a mentor, a judge, a lawyer or a police office. I applaud you!
To the girl - child who is still waiting for te day I will be a part of your life - like i was created to be - I feel you. I hear and I will see you soon.
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Seeking equality for the girl-child

2009-03-06T13:09:00.001-08:00

Seeking equality for the girl-child

Published on

Winsley Masese

On her list, sanitary towels, Female Genital Mutilation (FGM), early marriages, and gender violence, top the list of what has derailed girls from achieving what they are capable of. This gives the girls a tilted competitive edge when pitted against the boys.

And Mercy Musomi, the Executive Director of Girl Child Network (GCN), cites especially the issue of sanitary pads, which she says many people shy away from addressing.

Musomi says that only two out of every five school-going girls can access sanitary towels, leaving the rest facing challenges.

After the introduction of Free Primary Education (FPE), GCN carried a research to establish whether girls and boys attended school on equal measure. And although there was remarkable improvement in enrolment, she argues that girls hardly stayed in school for long.

"It was for this reason that I conceptualised the idea of distributing these essentials to the needy girls, and in the process winning for myself the title, Mama Sanitary," she explains.

Mostly affected are rural girls who are thus forced to stay at home for about four days before going back to school, during their menstrual flow.

"If asked by their teachers where they were during this period, they are forced to lie because they have no way of explaining," she says.

Musomi, (far right), with girls at Komotobo Church, Kuria West District, who had opted for alternative rites of passage. The Girl Child Network donated sanitary towels and other basic requirements to the girls. At the centre is Florence Annan, a programme officer with the organisation. {Photos: Winsley Masese/Standard}

Those who cannot afford to buy sanitary towels resort to diverse methods, ranging from old pieces of cloth or used blankets to tissue paper or just remaining indoors to contain it. Some from poorer areas like Narok and Kajiado use tree leaves smeared with cow dung thus compromising on their health.

It is estimated that an average girl loses more than a month of every year of school.

"This is the reason behind the poor enrolment of girls in schools, especially those from disadvantaged families."

Musomi understood the importance of school attendance, especially in Kenya where performance in school usually dictates people’s place in society. Equal opportunity was the only way to make sure that the girls are not left behind while the boys soared up. And yet, the problem was out of a biological difference between the genders but still manageable.

Providing the pads and mobilising others to join in was the only way she would ensure girls remained in school throughout the month.

Sanitary towels for all

So far, her organisation has assisted over 385,000 girls to access sanitary towels.

"We also reach to girls who can afford the sanitary towels to share them with those from disadvantaged backgrounds," she says.

Girl Child Network lobbied with other stakeholders to ensure that the Government does something towards solving this problem. Their efforts bore fruit when the Government waived tax on sanitary towels. However, the organisation still wants more done.

"We must remain in the quest until the prices are lowered to prices that are friendly to the girl in marginalised areas. It is the duty of every government to ensure that all her citizens irrespective of gender enjoy basic rights. Part of our campaign has involved teaching the young girls about their rights, which they ought to enjoy," Musomi says.

The Executive Director has been successful at identifying advocacy issues as a powerful voice on girls’ issues in Kenya. She has mobilised material and human resource, lobbied to end gender based violence against women and children and facilitated dialogue and empowerment of the youth with special emphasis on the girl-child.

When recently over 300 girls ran away from their villages in Kuria to avoid forced circumcision, Musomi visited them in the churches in which they sought refuge.

"The decision by the girls to run should not be misconstrued to mean that they defy their parents. These girls are aware of their rights and are saying no to violence meted against them. It does not matter that it is their parents leading them to such torture," she says.

She also made sure to speak about the rights of every woman and girl to make decisions that affect their life.

Musomi addresses the girls from Komotobo Church.

Her visit to the District in December last year was a kind of homecoming. She had previously worked there with the Kenya Alliance for advancement of Children. Back then, she had used clubs in schools to reach out to the youth, where issues affecting them were discussed.

"Those who participated learnt invaluable lessons about their role in the society, if they are given a chance to prove their worth," she recalled.

It was after her stint there that she joined the Girl Child Network in 1995, as the Executive Director, a position she holds to date.

Musomi argues that it is in the interest of everyone that the girl-child is protected. Women, she argues, are the moulders of society and, therefore, they must be nurtured with care.

Community can help

"Girls that are married off early often find it difficult to raise their children. And once the children go to school, they might not be able to assist them with homework if need be. This way, it becomes difficult to break the vicious cycle of poverty."

To assist the girl-child to rise up and stand on her own, because she can, Musomi says communities must shed off some of the cultural practices, which she says have confined many women in a state of hopelessness.

"Girls can achieve much if their self-esteem is boosted by ensuring that they receive equal opportunities. There are no heights a woman cannot attain," she says.

Musomi is a member of Saidia, a community based organisation, which assists the less fortunate in the society. She hopes that the government will one day consider creating centres from which the less fortunate can receive basic amenities.

Musomi attended Kanyakine Primary School, in Meru, where she sat for her CPE in 1972. When she lost her mother, her grandmother, Irene Kianda, stood as a pith encouraging her on.

"My grandmother urged me not to sleep but do something, encouraging me that I had the potential to perform just as good as the boys," she explains.

After her primary school, she was admitted to Kabine Commercial Technical School, where she sat for her Form Four in 1975.

"My father, who never married a second wife after my mother died, took me to Siriba Teachers College," she says.

She taught for a few years after graduation before she enrolled at the United States International University (USIU), for a Diploma in Psychology.

After graduating, she worked at Mwangaza College up to 1989, after which she left to practice as a counsellor.

Musomi now aims at mentoring girls to be leaders from their formative years, ostensibly to make decisions.

"Girls and women can only be said to be truly equal to boys and men if they can decide for themselves," she says.

The mother of four hails Kajiado North MP, Katito Ole Metito and Loitoktok DC, George Otieno, for their relentless fight to eliminating inhibitive cultural practices. She believes that all must be involved for the war against discrimination to succeed.

Musomi has also been involved in similar projects in Somalia, though she admits FGM is a deeply rooted cultural practice among the Muslim community. She hopes they too will stop it with time. And looking back, she says tremendous steps towards eradication of the practice have been made, but says there is a long way to go in ending violence against women and girls.

Bless you Women

2009-03-06T12:55:00.002-08:00

A woman is = power that man doesn't have. When God made man, he didn't leave him alone, because He knew the man would not make it by himself. So, He made him a helper, a pillar - something that tilts and hold in place. A pillar holds in place the man - the head of the house. Yeah, you can not turn that head unless a woman says so..and that's what most men are scared of, including those in the government.

Now, women all over Kenya are made of different socio-economic backgrounds and education, careers, money and wealth do not come easy. To those who have all these in place. Kudos. To the rest - the majority, this is your day. Please do not give up. Proverbs 31: 28 says, "her children will arise and call her blessed' her husband also, and he praises her.

I take this opportunity too, to bless you the woman - the daughter that you are, that sister, that mother, that auntie, that grandma and that great grandma - I wish you well, and i know you will do well. May the opportunities come your way, as you reach out. May gladness fill your heart as you arise before the sunset. May your smile spread through to the rest of you - so when you walk, you are filled with godly radiance.

I wish you oh, beautiful woman, God's speed.

2009-03-06T12:55:00.001-08:00

Tilting the status quo

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Brenda Kageni

Monica Amollo, Executive Director, Kenya Women’s Shadow Parliament

Through the Kenya Women’s Shadow Parliament, Monica Amolo, Executive Director, has been building capacity for Parliament and local authorities’ leadership among rural women.

She lobbies and advocates that women belong to political parties as an avenue to get to Parliament.

"We are giving Kenyan women a chance to be seen. We want as many women in Parliament as possible. Women have been left out of decision-making. Men only take up the affirmative action stance during campaigns to lure women to vote for them, Amollo says.She adds: "In this country, men fear women. Women are more steadfast, focused and not corrupt. They fear they will influence Bills that will make it impossible for them to steal".

Monica Amollo, Executive Director, Kenya Women’s Shadow Parliament

The organisation works through constituency assemblies and small village parliaments that show how gender ought to be mainstreamed in leadership.

Half of the slots in the management committees are women’s, 30 per cent youth and 20 per cent men.

This is the same model they want to take to Parliament.

They also discuss all Bills passed in Parliament at the community level to give citizens a chance to know and understand laws made on their behalf and to voice what it is they wish were in the Bills.

"It is an opportunity to articulate their agenda and audit their leaders," says Amollo.

The main aim of the organisation is to give Kenyan women a chance to see their potential in leadership, hence cultivate a culture where women can stand up for elective politics and where they can vote in other women.

The parliament is so far in 25 constituencies, hoping to reach all 210.

Deborah Okumu
Executive Director, Kenya Women’s Political Caucus (KWPC)

She has been at the forefront in advocating for economically and socially just gendered government policies.

Deborah Okumu, Executive Director, Kenya Women’s Political Caucus (KWPC)

She is an ardent researcher on gender and women’s issues and is at the moment writing a book on the search towards a new paradigm on gender mainstreaming and women’s empowerment.

As the Executive Director of KWPC, Okumu continues to promote the participation of women in politics and governance at various administrative levels by influencing policy formulation and implementation.

Their mission is to enhance and facilitate the attainment of gender equity and equality in decision-making structures and elective leadership.

KWPC has made remarkable progress through lobbying and advocacy in affirmative action, and gender mainstreaming in political parties, constitutional review process, policy and legislation. The caucus is composed of women politicians and parliamentarians, specialised non-governmental women’s organisations, gender activists and individuals who have demonstrated a commitment to promoting gender-responsive and democratic political system and institutions.

Ann Njogu,

Executive Director, Centre for Rights Education and Awareness (Creaw)

Ann Njogu has been at the forefront fighting gender-based violence and discrimination and promoting equality and justice through Creaw, a non-government organisation.

Ann Njogu,

Executive Director, Centre for Rights Education and Awareness (Creaw)

The Creaw, which she co-founded, provides legal aid for survivors of abuse, advocates for women’s rights, and lobbies for progressive legislation around sexual abuse, domestic violence and affirmative action, especially in helping eliminate procedures that undermine rights of the victims.

Creaw is famous for the "Rape Red Spot" campaign used to identify dangerous community zones that have been the sites of multiple assaults and raising awareness about these areas through billboards and mainstream media.

She is the force behind the controversial "Beware of Human Dogs" billboards.

In partnership with groups from UK, South Africa, Uganda and Tanzania, Creaw is working towards the abolishment or regulation of the practice of bride price. Recent surveys have linked human rights violations to bride price.

Asunta Wagura
Kenya Network of Women with Aids (Kenwa)

Asunta Wagura has been working on ensuring that people living with HIV and Aids are treated well and have dignified lives.

Her recent work has concentrated in the slum areas, where her organisation has been facilitating care for women and their children, as well as giving them economic empowerment.

"We want the women to be able to make decisions on their lives and those of their children. We are giving power back to them," says Asunta.

Asunta Wagura

Kenya Network of Women with Aids (Kenwa)

Some of the projects are in Maili Saba, where women have been learning tailoring and embroidery. In Kiandutu, where they vend water, and in Nyeri, where a group of 40 women is now exporting craft.

Kenwa has also been linking individuals with microfinance institutions.

"We have seen women’s power and strength through their selflessness and commitment."

Kenwa aims to empower women to challenge the stigma and isolation they are subjected to, to advocate for their rights and those of their children, to support one another psychologically and materially, to share experiences and encourage one another and to develop coping strategies.

It now provides life-supporting services to 6,951 people by providing hot meals daily to orphans and bedridden people, infant formula to prevent Aids transmission to newborns from their mothers, medical services for people with Aids, antiretroviral (ARV) therapy as well as individual and group therapy for people affected by Aids.

Last year, Kenwa supported two per cent of Kenyans on ARV therapy.

Vanessa Hynes
Wife to Canadian High Commissioner

She is a woman with a passion for mentoring women and young girls and improving the welfare of women. Out of her own initiative, she has been organising an intergeneration gap forum on International Women’s Day, where young girls can meet older women achievers to share and in turn get to be mentored.

Vanessa Hynes

Wife to Canadian High Commissioner

"International Women’s Day should not be about a group of empowered women talking to other empowered women, patting each other on the back. Our focus has been making an impact on the next generation, inspiring girls, giving them hope that they can achieve."

The initiative brings various successful women who talk about how they got where they are and the problems they face in their every day life. The girls also get to talk to the mentors on a theme and they later form groups and write and present a paper on a topic.

"From the programme, the girls have gained inspiration and the knowledge that yes they can. We are getting the message to the girls that women share responsibility and they should share in the rewards and opportunities. Women do so much in this country. They should have half the rewards. They should be the CEOs because they have earned it."

For the last 12 years, Canada has been supporting various gender equality programmes in the country.

Hynes has also been working on various other programmes and projects, like funding women in IDP camps, start a sewing group by giving them seed money, supporting Hands of Love — a project in Kibera that runs a nursery school for orphaned children, a computer school and sewing school, and supporting the Sisters of Charity Children’s Home in Huruma. She loves quilting and she is able to sell the quilts and use the money for charity.

On March 14, Hynes is heading for Shanzu on a groundbreaking ceremony for a disabled women’s workshop. The workshop has been bringing in disabled girls and young women from the villages and teaching them traditional skills that will encourage them to be independent.

The Canadian High Commission in turn has been helping in the marketing of the women’s products. With the help of others like Honorine Kiplagat, they have been able to raise a million shillings for the workshop so far.

"Many of these women had been sidelined and marginalised but they are now sending money back home."

To the young women she says: "It is important that you get an education, marry when you want and have babies when the time is right. Have your independence and follow the path you choose for yourself."

Kenya is good, Kenyans are good, Home is good.

2009-03-04T17:55:00.000-08:00

For decades now, Kenyans have been moving away from home to the western nations for a BETTER lifestyle, education, health facilities and other gooder things....alot.

For decades, these Kenyans have remained in these western countries contributing to these economies and increasing the wealth of these nations. Europe, Canada and Northern America remain the top 3 regions Kenyans go for 'further studies". These studies take really long... Folks work hard to finish school, sometimes taking on more than 2 jobs at different hours. They work really hard. Life is good here, but it's not a bed of roses, neither is it even close to the 'land of honey and milk. For Kenyans, America brings craziness, great friends, isolation, anger, success stories, stress, joy, money, broken families, more money, lonely lives and more broken families.

For decades, the Kenyan people back home work harder, toil harder and continue to fight for justice, better pay and medical breakthrough. They also fight against discriminating services, nepotism, police brutality, lack of clean water, unhealthy practices of hospitals and prisons, horrible customer service, corrupt leaders and above all, Kenyans are fighting for their right to be on top of the game like any other people of the world.

For decades, Kenya has been ruled by the same crop of men and women since attaining it's independence. Kenya has experienced the good, the bad and the ugly. Today, 4o something years, we still have the same leaders fighting for power. We are still governed with the same mentality as it worked in 1960's. Problem is , the world has moved to the 21st Century.

For decades, Kenyans haven't given up. They fight, they go to school, become smart contributing members of society and work harder to make sure their nation remains on top. Even though there are hurdles in life caused by reckless services, Kenyans still come out winners and the best they can be. Whether CEO's, fraudsters, managers, teachers, nurses, thieves, hawkers, cab drivers, domestic workers, pickpockets or kiosk owners. They hustle for their families, and see to it that their lives are good.

God bless the USA.

Well, nothing lasts forever. It's time to go back to our first love. Time to be reconnected with where we first came to be. Time to put back our hands where our mothers brought us forth. Patriotism starts with home. Home is where the heart is. Home is where one is buried and home is where we all began. Let's go back home. Kenya is good, Kenyans are good and home is good.

PhD's, Masters and Experience are overated in Africa

2009-03-02T14:00:00.001-08:00

I don't believe you need a couple of PHD's, 3 Masters and 2 Bachelor's plus 14yrs of experience to land a good job. But some places won't take less than that. After some investigation, that seems to be the norm in some organizations and companies in Africa. No doubt, Africans are some of the most educated people on the face of the earth, and of course no one has the guts to admit that, for Aliens might come back to earth....
But that could be a problem that has caused unemployment, failure to launch, corruption and underdevelopment in Africa.

Job requirements and new bank account requirements are highly overated in Africa. To open an account in African major banks, you need a letter of reference from employer, a birth certificate and a bunch of other time wasters, and it takes a few weeks to open one. Wow! To land a good job in a bank, corporation, firm, whatever...you need tons of experience and above the rim education. In my research, i found out that African firms and corporations also pay foreigners double the salary they would pay an equally educated and experienced native. Could that be the reason why Africa is still behind in so many things?

As a bank manager, you need basic education, training, experience and great customer service skills. You don't need a PHD and 3 Masters. As an office clerk, you might as well be a high school graduate with some training of some sort and great communication skills. You do not need to have gone to University of some city for a Mass Communication degree and Diploma in Human Resource Management, then be hired as a clerk! c'mon!.

What will happen to all those who can't afford 3 PhD's? How about those who couldn't afford University education and instead went to some college or Polytechnic, came out with thorough knowledge, skills and training to govern a board meeting on health reform? Doesn't such a person deserve a boost - like being a health care consultant in some big firm or corporation? He/she doesn't need a Masters in Environment and Health. Thank God for that, it is ok to have it, but you don't need that to work hard, be successful and smart.

When i think about all the people in AQfrica who have been to college - whether for 2 or 10 years, some of them are still at home, or selling sukumas. Not because they don't need to work, they deserve better jobs of course - they worked hard and finished school. Yet, the positions they should be holding are held by some folks who have 10 degrees and 80 years of experience. You know where these latter ones should be? working in those jobs that foreigners are so highly paid. If these foreigners know best, have so much experience and are all that, why are they in Africa? ...why not pay the same to those who have 20 years of Masters Degrees and then offer their jobs to those who are still searching?

But in Africa...that kind of ideology can't get through the the greasy heads of greedy, corrupt, and nepotised leaders who only think about themselves....

My desire, His will, our plans, His Ways and my husband.

2009-03-02T13:04:00.000-08:00

This morning i took my kids to school, and came back home to cry again.

I miss my mom so much. I miss my dad too. I miss having them with me, and i miss talking to them and laughing, and getting mad and laughing some more. Born as the only girl with 5 brothers, i never imagined in my wildest imagination that i would live my life without my family. They are alive and well, just not here. A million miles away, and i can't drive there, or take a train. It takes 2 days to fly there, and it takes lot's of money, which we don't even have half of it.

My mom is amazing. She has gone through so much, some good and some bad. She has stood by her man, my dad, through tornadoes and storms. They have demonstrated what family is like, and i truly admire them for that. They have raised 6 great children, my brothers & I and they are also blessed with 12 grand children, 2 of which are strangers. My 2 girls have only seen my parents twice. My dreams and wishes for my children to be a part of my parents lives, have never come true. In my wildest imagination, i never thought that my life would end up like this. Yet I"m thankful, and I'm blessed and I thank God for my life. That said, I'm also a daughter and a sister and a mother who has a desire to see her children play with my parents. I desire for them to have a rlationship. I desire for them to laugh, have fun, and run around and sing and play together.

Though it's only been 3yrs since i saw my parent, it really hurts deep inside my heart. My heart pains at the thought of another year without seeing my mom. I always imagined my life will be near hers. I always imagined her playing with my kids all time. I always imagined my kids hanging out with cucu(grandma) in her house. I imagined us laughing and talking about stuff. She missed my prime years, the time between 20-28yrs when big decisions, emotions, reality, understanding and wisdom sets in. She was there on the phone, but not by my side. She was there in spirit, but not holding my hand. I had both of my kids while she was away. It is hard for me that she's not a part of my life anymore. Sometimes i break down and cry and just cry, until i can't cry anymore...i think this writing helps me deal with it. My husband is awesome, but he can't understand the pain, and he never will. He is American and he is at home. I am not.

It's hard for me to understand why God intended it this way. It's hard for me to comprehend that the will of God is his alone, and not ours, and I've gotta be adjusted and aligned to this will. What's His will exactly?. As an only girl in my family, who grew up with everything she wanted, love, hugs, education, good clothes, money, etc...is this all for me? was my life with my wonderful husband and 2 great children meant to be without the rest of my family? was it meant for me that I'ld the lost relative who lived in a foreign land all her life? were my kids meant to grow without the love of my parents? was my mom meant to be tortured with the urge to hold and rock my children? Is that God's will? Why does it hurt so bad?

I will never understand why this is so. My husband is the rock of our family, he's my soulmate and i love him with all of my heart. He's the head of this household and he knows what i'm going through. He's supportive and he says in due time God will make it happen. What if God's will is that it never happens? What if I'm one of those people who God created to live faraway from their parents, brothers and nieces and nephews? How is one supposed to live with that? What if my kids were never meant to know my parents, hold their hands and go play in the park? My kids just see their pictures and they know they are my parents...but that's it. But is it so wrong to want them to play with my parents, hear stories of how i grew up? Is it so wrong for that to really happen?

When i cry, i write a lot, and it helps me feel better. I believe that my relationship with God is beyond emotions, needs and pressure. I also know and I believe in divine appointment, but sometimes it's hard for me to see or know what's in this for me. How can i hurt so much, yet i love Jesus so much - understanding that He'll make the way. I didn't come to this country becase there was war in my country. We were not poor and we were not suffering. I came here to follow my older brother who was here before me. He's since gone back home - almost 4yrs now. He came here and he knew he had to go back home, and he did. He took a risk, and it worked. My family is now closer, but I am not a part of that. They meet without us, they plan without us, and their kids play without my kids. That hurts and I'm not sure how it will stop. I have missed so much of my parents lives, they've missed so much of my children's lives and I can't seem to stop this craziness. Life is too short, and I'm scared of the consequences of short life.

Accountability, Responsibilty, Law and good Attitude

2009-03-01T15:21:00.000-08:00

It's funny coz i've been in this country for so long, and everyday i appreciate what i have learned, read, seen and received. I'm blessed to have a degree in Business, and so blessed to have worked in both private and public sector in the last 10 years. What amazes me is a bunch of things as i've attempted to describe below.

The social security database system. A number that binds you to you, and whether you are in the hospital, work, church, the police station and even in the liquor store, the surveillance cameras and your ID bind you to the SSN number. If you fail to pay up debt, they'll catch you. Your credit, reputation and any luck you may have in your future, falls in your SSN number. Responsibility, accountability, paid up dues builds the economy.

The paycheck system. Once you hold a job in a public or private office - whether as a manager, clerk or janitor, you get paid. It is against the law to call someone as your employee and not pay them. Selling, buying and exchanging, plus responsibility and accountability grows the economy.

The Public Transport System. Enter a bus, put in some money in the coin box, and have yourself a seat. It' s as easy as 123. The buses will take you where you want to go, if you are in the right one. The driver will gladly show you where you need to go and which transfer bus you need. The trains don't just derail unless the driver is texting...and they are all installed with survillance cameras that's continously recording every minute.Accountability, responsibility, and obeying the law makes the economy grow.

The Safety/Health Environment Regulations. You can't get in the bus or a building without shoes. You can't operate a public or private building without an entrance and exit, safety standards hanged by the door, and a plan of exit in case of emergency posted on the wall. Wet paint, water and other hazards are posted for the care of customers.

The Banking System. Once you have some money, you don't need an employer's letter of reference, or birth certificates and other time wasting requirements. Open the account, maintain it, and so long there is money in there, you can withdraw from any location in the country. You can't deposit fraudlous checks, you'll pay $25 for it. You receive great customer service, and you don't need 5 cashiers, one to say hello and welcome, 2nd to smile, 3rd to check your balance, 4th to ask you for your ID and 5th to finally withdraw your money. NO! there is only one who's trained to do all 5 things. That saves banks alot of money. Accountability, responsibility, great customer service and good attitude grows the economy.

The Law Enforcement System. My favorite is the police presence on the roads. They make money by pulling you over if you don't obey traffic rules. They key in your number plates, your SSN number pops up, your address and criminal history. Need i say more? If you don't stop, there is back up police waiting in the next exit, and at this point, you are in big trouble. That has worked in America. Accountability, responsibility and adhering to safety/environment and law enforcement rules, grows the economy.

The School system. Dropping out of school is a foolish thing to do especially when school is free. Kids have the ability to do well, be in school and pass well to go to college. Parents do not have to pay a dime. Willing teachers, dedicated parents, accountability and responsibility grows the economy.

That plus all other great things combined make this country a great place to succeed, work hard, get connected, prosper and have a great life.

Life is liveable...here in America. Personally I'm blessed with a wonderful family: a husband to die for and kids i can't do without.

I have also received my education, training, experience, skills and knowledge. But i want to give it all away. I am patriotic, and Kenya is where my heart is. I believe my country can achieve even more. I believe my country is destined for more, and i believe I am a part of that happening. I want to be a part, because i love my country and I would die miserable if i didn't get a chance to help build my country. That's my point.

My choices

2009-02-27T14:20:00.000-08:00

My choices in life have been safe, stupid, shaky and often successful, if not just ok. My choice to marry a white American was not based on need, status and all that crap people think about all the time.... It was based on a divine appointment....there i said it! yap!, a divine appointment...where God is actually part of the whole deal. Again, yap! a divine appointment.

I saw my husband, didn't like him. He liked me, and he loved Jesus. That's pretty cool. I love that about a man! Well, God had led both of us to each other because we were both praying the same prayer separately without each other knowing about it. We both had 3 things in common that were key to our union. We were Believers of Jesus Christ the Son of God, lovers of the Word of God and lovers of people. We knew about all other things as we dated for a year and a half before saying our "I do's"

7 Years later, I still do, like never before. I love this man, and he loves me too. We love our children to death, and we would both do anything for them. We are seriously involved in our multi-cultural, multi-national powerful Holy Ghost fire filled church in a very diverse state. We have amazing friends and family and we have love, joy and all the things that regular people have. We work hard to provide for our family. We work hard to remain sane in America. We cry together, i cry more when i don't know if we'll have dinner or not. I even cry harder when i realize that i'm so far from home. I cry pretty much all day if i think how many miles of oceans have to be crossed just to see my mom!

I really want to go back home.

2009-02-27T13:34:00.000-08:00

I happen to be one of those people who 'flew out". I chose to come out here and study....because i failed to secure a place in a local University - So, we found a nice college, dad paid all the tuition and i graduated. My parents were thrilled. It was just an AA. I lived pretty well with my bro, didn't have to struggle with work and rent....forever grateful to my bro and his wife. I say this coz some siblings come out here, but their families kick them out.. Anyhow, I thought i was done with school, but the day after my graduation, a new Bachelor program was starting and my dad enrolled me in. SO, i was stuck for another 3-4 years. It wasn't bad at all.

But school didn't work out for me. It was too depressing to watch my dad send lots of money to pay some private college. I stopped going to school, and i told my dad i would pay for myself. Of course it didn't happen. Instead i looked for work, had a roommate and my life as an adult began. I dated a guy, got bored, and sunk myself (or may be God did) into spiritual works. I became a worship leader for a ministry, and before i knew it, i got hooked. It was lovely, and i came to really love the Lord, and He's like my best friend right now. I listen to Him, which is hard to. I worship Him even when I'm mad at him, and I love Jesus with all of my heart.

I met my husband at church, and He's the best thing that ever walked on earth. Cool, graceful, wise, intelligent and a hard worker. Our kids are gracious, energetic and what a blessing! We love, we laugh and we live our lives to serve God, each other, our family and those around us. Problem is I'm 33, and i think this is the age where being in America isn't doing it anymore for me. I'm thinking it's the hormones that are honking.............peep peeeeeeeep! America is it for you..... go back home now, there are things for you to do there.........c'mon, life is cheaper, better, and you'll be with your family. peeeeep!!...........Kenya is calling.......how can you be here for so long??..........your mom and dad need you!...........they are getting older!.......you are the only girl, how can you leave your mom by herself? .......c'mon............what are you doing there?...................you are the underachiever in your whole family..............look at you!!!

.............ok! sometimes, i don't know if it's me or the enemy. I don't blame God anymore, He has my best interest in his hands.

Waking and going to Kenya won't work. There is 4 of us. I'm not alone. I can't just get up and leave. The waiting is killing me, I'm growing impatient, i'm crying alot, and i'm in a place where I've never been before. I've never felt like this before, and before i have a nervous breakdown, i need to know that God did not intend for me to be one of those lost relatives. I have a mom and dad who i adore and would love to see everyday. I have 5 amazing talented bright brothers, who have married gracious, respectful women - who have made them beautiful children - my nephews and nieces. Now, I'm I supposed to be Joseph, Moses or Joshua who had to leave and come back when they were 156 years old? I don't think so.

I really want to go back home. I think age is catching up with me.

A woman empowered without credentials.....

2009-02-20T13:05:00.001-08:00

I started out small, just like the rest of everyone else.
With a family so close knit, faithful and ambitious, i ventured into good things, all coming through the generous hands of my father, my hero, who up to this day, I credit for my ambitions as small as they might seem.
I credit him for the knowledge, will and strength i carry with me in all that i do. He might be far right now - in Kenya, but he's forever edged in me. So is my mom and 5 brothers.
My husband is the cornerstone of me, where i fall on everyday. A soul mate who i can't see a future without. That's how much he means to me. My 2 girls, my flesh and blood. Enough said about that. Before i forget...i also ventured into bad things, mistakes, bad decisions and all...but that's life.

Then comes all others. My sisters (brother's wives), my friends, the church, hobbies, dreams and all. Great stuff, scary stuff, hard decisions, sleepless nights, demanding kids, fast lifestyle, $$ less accounts and all the good things too.

BUT I am a woman empowered. Empowered by ambition, dreams, hopes, aspirations and need to change the world. I don't have economic credentials, neither do i have a big title behind my name. I don't even have an Electrical Engineering degree, or a Masters in International Development or 20years of experience in a financial Institution. I am just empowered. With my business degree and 10 years of experience in corporate America, Non-profit and my 24/7 family, I am empowered to change to change the world, one child at a time.

In my life, i have women i look up to, starting with my mom. A teacher for over 30yrs, she taught me how to listen, nurture and love. Though strict, and a woman you can't lie to, she's my mother with all great intentions. She knows best, but i don't tell her everything.

My sister in-law, whose name remains with me, is such an inspiration to me. She knows it, but I'm not sure how much. She was apart of my life for so long before moving back to Kenya. I watched her talk, think and venture into things, and where she's is today, she remains a strong empowered example of an unstoppable woman. She is changing the world, one child at a time.

That's exactly what I am inspired to do, but i remain a woman empowered without credentials..

Love is not complicated: Step Out

2009-02-20T12:22:00.000-08:00

Step out:

The Love of Christ is not complicated
It's as simple as: Love your God,
With all your heart, with all your strength
With all your soul and with all your mind.
Love your neighbor as you love yourself.

Step out of your comfort zone.
Step out of your 'sleek cozy self.
Reach out and touch the untouchable
Step out and love the unlovable
That's what love's all about.

Let's step out of our 'clicks'
Let's step into the world of the rejected
Let's reach out to the unfashionable
Reach out to the disregarded
Step out unto those hurting deep inside

Let's be real. Let's be true
It hurts to see 'smiles' that don't mean a thing
It hurts to see the unloving folk preach on love
Yet, they won't step out and reach out.
It hurts to see my Savior's love misused

It's easy to say 'i can't love everyone'
Easy to say 'they don't like me'
Easy to say 'they are not my type'
Easy to say 'they ain't cool enough for me'
Questions is: Were you ever cool enough for Christ?

A love so humble
A love so real
A love that heals.
A love that makes me so very whole
A love like Christ.

US a nation of cowards on racial matters.

2009-02-19T12:32:00.000-08:00

That's right..........he said, the first African American Attorney General...what i like best is this comment as he said it, '

"Even when people mix at the workplace or after work social events, Holder argued, many Americans in their free time are still segregated inside what he called "race-protected cocoons."

"Saturdays and Sundays, America in the year 2009 does not in some ways differ significantly from the country that existed almost 50 years ago. This is truly sad," said Holder.

Now, across the nation, that has dug up stress, tension and hang ups, but most importantly, it's waking us up from a deep slumber of ignorance, outdated mentalities and pure negligence of the human race. And i say that because.........

it's over the top to pretend to be the most diverse nation - and behind closed doors, you'd rather be dead than be supervised by that so and so..or eat with so and so, or be seen with so and so in your new Farmer's Market. Yeah, 50 years ago, it happened, it's still happening. That gold plated diversity only exists in our minds..

It's hedious to pretend to be the most diverse people while we give shady and cheap reasons why Obama didn't get your vote, like: "we need to know him", He's a muslim', Who is he? C'mon what happend to the simple english words that frightens the cheese out of Californai cows? Those ol' good words....he's a black man, i can't vote for him.

Chimpanzees and the Country of cowards...

2009-02-19T09:15:00.000-08:00

If i remember clearly, chimps are apes that live in the jungles of Africa (for sure) and may be in other countries too....never been to another jungle before. They are wild, dangerous, carnivorous and bigger than humans.

Well now, to call one of these a 'son' and also say it feels like "i gave birth to it" is beyond my human understanding.....i've been accused before of being slow, so I'm working on it. It's disgusting and stupid. IT IS WRONG to keep a wild animal in your house. Just because you love baboons and hyenas doesn't mean they can turn into humans...no, they were created to live in the bushes.

Back to my other point..

The chimpanzee cartoon on new York Times? showing 2 cops praying bullets on it, and the cops were quoted as saying, "they'll have to find someone else to write the next stimulus bill". That is wrong, careless and racist, and anyone who sees otherwise should have a mental check up. With all the progress America has made race wise, with the 1st black president, and first black attorney general, c'mon, how arrogant, stupid, uneducated and foolish do we have to act as opposers of this progress? People of the other color, get over it!

I'm not only ashamed, embarrassed and disgusted as a woman of color in America, but i think we have to revisit...the country of cowards topic...

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Nakumatt Fire in Nairobi

2009-02-18T15:49:00.000-08:00

You know what....sometimes i cry when i think about the people who perished in the Nakumatt fire in Nairobi....yeah, i know It's not like people haven't died before in fire, but it's sad cuz they did not see it coming, and those who did could not escape..apparently, the EXIT signs lead to cemented dead end tunnels. And the story about the employees closing the doors asking customers to pay before leaving???? oh my God!

That to me is something that I would never understand. How....is it that at this time and age, being a metropolitan city in training, one that boasts of being an International major point of entry to the East African Market, and a city that has some of the best restaurants, hotels and International companies in Africa. Nakumatt and other similar public places should have posted Safety and Environmental Health Regulations and Requirements on the entrace way. This is not something to think about. It should be mandatory, and no one company that doesn't adhere to these regulations be allowed to exist.

A generation of quality...not quantity

2009-02-18T12:42:00.000-08:00

When i was a small girl, i remember spending alot of time with my family, giving and helping and building the society in different ways. ...well, my dad did most of it. We knew about it though. There is a such a rewarding thing in giving and helping change a life.

I want my girls to experience quality. I want them to be excited about life. To see first hand what it means not to have shoes on their feet...i'm not talking about having them walk barefoot in the desert..I want them to understand what it means not to have endless toys and what it means not to have 100 TV shows to choose from. To know what it feels like when a girl their age doesn't have shoes - i would like them to give them the shoes themselves. I want them to be apart of a generation that will value quality over quantity. A generation that recognises that giving, helping, sharing, accountability and responsibility are apart of their life.

The Kenyan in me wonders.

2009-02-17T23:50:00.001-08:00

Sometimes i wonder what Africa did to deserve heartaches, wars, corruption, greed, disease, hunger and manipulation by the rich. Sometimes i wonder why people sit back and watch cities deteriorate, hunger choke families to death and I also wonder why corrupt, greedy and selfish men and women are elected to run office, while it's obvious they can't run themselves.

I also wonder why the gap between rich and poor is so large. I wonder how a politician who has been in government for over 40 years is still in government being paid with taxpayer money and has no progress, performance or accountability of any kind. Isn't there shame anymore? I wonder how wives and the children of mindless politicians sleep at night.

I also wonder, isn't it embarrassing to ask for an allowance while your work is to sleep, wake up, eat goat, sleep through the 13th commission of inquiry, eat more goat and sleep some more? Isn't it like really embarrassing to make more money than any other elected official in the world, and still have your constituents die of hunger? How does someone sleep at night with all that guilt? I'm just wondering....

Because i believe.

2009-02-17T17:29:00.000-08:00

When i was little, i thought the world was all the way to the moon and back. Didn't think about Iceland and Northpole and Southpole and Greece, or even America. Where i was, was the whole world, and on board was mom, dad and my brothers. Unfortunately as a big and grown woman as I am today, that old mentality came all aboard with me to the States. Nothing shocked me more than the realization that I had to grow up really fast, accept that other people besides my family existed, and learn how to work, be responsible and accountable. I haven't arrived, it takes a while. 12 years later, i've become a wife, mother and friend to many, and I'm still learning that mom, dad and my brothers have their own lives now. I have my wonderful DH, kids and friends and must move on and appreciate this moment, this now. I love every bit of it, so much that i can't imagine my life without them

But i want more,because i believe in more. Remember my previous blog about those women and children? That's my heart right there, and I'd die trying to help a girl achieve at least some of what i have. I would die saving a mom from a broken heart and I would die helping a family see the light at the end of a tunnel. Those are strong words, but my life isn't complete unless i reach out and place some of the blessings i have in somebody else, who has a lesser chance. This is because i believe i was created for a purpose. To make His praises Glorious, and also reach out and extend a much needed hand.

I don't think I'm sick, it's just the truth

2009-02-17T16:35:00.000-08:00

It's funny how people come to America and stay for so long ....year and years without going back.
It's also funny how people go back home and come back with great or horror stories.
It's also really funny how you can stay here for 20 years and it's okay.
It's not so funny that I don't understand how that works....I don't think I'm sick, it's the truth.

I don't know how we do this. I can't quite seem to get it....how people can just stay here without really seriously craving to go back home. Is it the money? cheap food? convenience? security? I mean, there are millions of Kenyans who are still back home, working hard, paying their dues as citizens, and leading great lives...That means there is security, jobs, cheaper food and even more quality than quantity.

I don't think I'm sick, It's just the truth. I am dying to go back, i can't wait to go home. I have been there before, and I would die if someone told me i would still be here in the next 3 years...seriously, I don't think I'm sick, it's just the truth. People don't understand me, i drive them crazy with my desire to go back. Yes, there are things to do there, work to do and things to take care of. More than ever, we all need to go back home and build the country. We need to take our customer service skills, accounting and administrative skills to the public sector that so needs it. We need to shift our mentality and become responsible citizens. Please don't tell me you are waiting to start a business, or you are waiting to buy a house, or waiting to save a million dollars. Please don't tell me there are no jobs, and security is bad, or you are used to some fancy little life abroad. There is plenty to do in Africa. Please don't tell me the government does not help people. John F. Kennedy said "ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country"

Ever think about them?

2009-02-17T15:54:00.000-08:00

Ever thought about how lucky you are to have an education, endless isles of food, warm beds, movie tickets, designer clothes, vacations, endless gadgets bought and brought home in your automobile that you have no problem filling up the tank?

I think about all the young girls in Kenya without hope and sanitary pads, so they stay home for 4 days a month, and miss school. I think about all the little girls that dream big yet see no reality is sight. I think about all the little girls who have no one to tell them they love them, or someone to hold their hand and teach them how to use a computer. I think about them all the time.

I think about the woman whose child is looking into her eyes, and in return she looks away because she has nothing to offer. I think about the woman who chooses death instead of torment. I think about the father who has no legacy to leave behind as his children are dying. I think about them all the time.

What occupies your mind? What do you think about, besides your own life as it is?