I now believe that those guys know something the rest of us dont. Before i was the normal sceptic, but with world war 3 breakin out in lebanon and the environs, am startin to see the this cataclysmic notion of nuclear finality may not be as far fetched as I would have led myself to believe.
I mean, Israel decides to go royal rumble on anyone who doesn't do what they want, the US are just playin deaf and dumb coz they're interests that they're meddling in that are now threatened, and I have a feeling that very soon with the Iranians pledging support for Lebanon, this thing will morph into some Jihad-death-to-the-US type of encounter. But what should we be doing? CONSULT HOUSE OF YAHWEH!
People, they have the inside track on the day of gloom, though I must say they may not be the brightest of the bunch with the whole earth-house security notion.
In typical Kenyan fashion, am gonna straddle the middle ground and see what ship to jump to when the time calls for it!
PS:for real, I think we should find a way to prevent the true rouge states (read; US,Israel,....) from taking advantage of the rest of us
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Monday, July 24, 2006
Armagedon - sez House of Yahweh
Have your mud bunker ready? September the 12th is DDAY, say the
THE House of Yahweh:
"'There will be a 'nuclear winter' with temperatures dropping to below zero degrees centigrade (32 Fahrenheit) and killing all non-believers,' Wanjiku says, explaining the group's belief that conflict in the Middle East will cause the apocalypse."
It gets to -40 degrees c in montreal - which must mean we are in hell already?
THE House of Yahweh:
"'There will be a 'nuclear winter' with temperatures dropping to below zero degrees centigrade (32 Fahrenheit) and killing all non-believers,' Wanjiku says, explaining the group's belief that conflict in the Middle East will cause the apocalypse."
It gets to -40 degrees c in montreal - which must mean we are in hell already?
Friday, July 21, 2006
Jobs Part II
Job 6
Frustrated with all the hard-yakka/difficult jobs that I had done, I felt that enough is enough. I swore to never see or smell the inside of a factory or kitchen again (although it seems inevitable that I may see a factory very soon. But I hope for the best). So, I decided to go into the nursing/caring industry.
My sixth job which was cleaning the homes of the elderly, gave me the needed headstart. Cleaning old peoples' homes is called 'domestic assistance' a polite way of saying 'MBOTCHING.' You know those weekly house-helps we have back in Kenya? Yeah, that was/is me.
(I could not get this job without having a car because they send you tolike 5 different subabrbs in 6 or so hours in a day. Ndio nikaamua kununua gari.) Anyway, this was such a nice job and my employers were extremely good and kind to me. They would call me 'darling' or 'love'...Which employer calls you 'darling'? eish...only mine! he he
I started off with 7 clients. They were all very kind to me and to repay for their kindness, I made sure I cleaned their houses to the best of my abilities. These were the happy days.
There things started to go pear shaped and I started losing my clients. The client that I was close to the most, fell in her lounge room and you know wazee, once they fall, everything breaks. She broke her leg and needed 24/7 care. (She needed a personal carer, not a 'mbotch.') Leaving her was difficult as I had become very attached to her. She even painted for me a landsacpe picture when I was leaving (sob). The next client was a man who had fought in the 2nd World War. He was quite aggressive but a good and very clean man. It was always a pleasure cleaning his clean house. One day though, he complained that I had not cleaned his shower doors well. After he told me, I cleaned them shower doors 3 times and each time he was dissatisfied. It followed that we had an argument and I reported him to my employers and guess what? The next week my employers called me and told me, "Mr X does not need your services anymore. It is not about you...you were not the problem, blah, blah, blah?" Like I was that stupid. I knew it was about me! The next client became very sick and also needed personal care. The other two also became too sick and lazy to wake up in the mornings, so they wanted an afternoon mbotch, which was impossible as I was in school most afternoons. I lost the last two clients because my uni timetable became crazy, so I asked for sometime off until uni was not too stressful, to which my employers agreed.
This made me really respect 'mbotches' because I have been in their shoes. You know whenever I was offered tea by some clients, they would put my cup of tea in the kitchen and they would go and have their tea in their living rooms. My place was in the kitchen, yes. I never felt that it was right to go with my cup of tea to the living room and sit, have a chat with my clients. I have seen this with some mbotches.
When doing this job, I also applied for a caring job...
Job 7
This is my current job. Caring for the mentally and physically disabled. A very challenging but rewarding job. It has it's disadvantages...It's a 45 minute drive to work, the women who I work with have no vibe but keep asking me, if I have met anyone special, if I have a boyfriend, and they keep gossiping and talking about who they hate. Another disadvantage is the event of death..one of the people I cared for passed on, which was very sad indeed.
Advantages...I work with the men most of the time which is outright fun, the employers appreciate you and your work (last week they gave all the employees picnic bags and sometimes we are given movie tickets). To date this has been one of the best jobs.
So, 7 jobs in 5 years, and I am still looking....
Frustrated with all the hard-yakka/difficult jobs that I had done, I felt that enough is enough. I swore to never see or smell the inside of a factory or kitchen again (although it seems inevitable that I may see a factory very soon. But I hope for the best). So, I decided to go into the nursing/caring industry.
My sixth job which was cleaning the homes of the elderly, gave me the needed headstart. Cleaning old peoples' homes is called 'domestic assistance' a polite way of saying 'MBOTCHING.' You know those weekly house-helps we have back in Kenya? Yeah, that was/is me.
(I could not get this job without having a car because they send you tolike 5 different subabrbs in 6 or so hours in a day. Ndio nikaamua kununua gari.) Anyway, this was such a nice job and my employers were extremely good and kind to me. They would call me 'darling' or 'love'...Which employer calls you 'darling'? eish...only mine! he he
I started off with 7 clients. They were all very kind to me and to repay for their kindness, I made sure I cleaned their houses to the best of my abilities. These were the happy days.
There things started to go pear shaped and I started losing my clients. The client that I was close to the most, fell in her lounge room and you know wazee, once they fall, everything breaks. She broke her leg and needed 24/7 care. (She needed a personal carer, not a 'mbotch.') Leaving her was difficult as I had become very attached to her. She even painted for me a landsacpe picture when I was leaving (sob). The next client was a man who had fought in the 2nd World War. He was quite aggressive but a good and very clean man. It was always a pleasure cleaning his clean house. One day though, he complained that I had not cleaned his shower doors well. After he told me, I cleaned them shower doors 3 times and each time he was dissatisfied. It followed that we had an argument and I reported him to my employers and guess what? The next week my employers called me and told me, "Mr X does not need your services anymore. It is not about you...you were not the problem, blah, blah, blah?" Like I was that stupid. I knew it was about me! The next client became very sick and also needed personal care. The other two also became too sick and lazy to wake up in the mornings, so they wanted an afternoon mbotch, which was impossible as I was in school most afternoons. I lost the last two clients because my uni timetable became crazy, so I asked for sometime off until uni was not too stressful, to which my employers agreed.
This made me really respect 'mbotches' because I have been in their shoes. You know whenever I was offered tea by some clients, they would put my cup of tea in the kitchen and they would go and have their tea in their living rooms. My place was in the kitchen, yes. I never felt that it was right to go with my cup of tea to the living room and sit, have a chat with my clients. I have seen this with some mbotches.
When doing this job, I also applied for a caring job...
Job 7
This is my current job. Caring for the mentally and physically disabled. A very challenging but rewarding job. It has it's disadvantages...It's a 45 minute drive to work, the women who I work with have no vibe but keep asking me, if I have met anyone special, if I have a boyfriend, and they keep gossiping and talking about who they hate. Another disadvantage is the event of death..one of the people I cared for passed on, which was very sad indeed.
Advantages...I work with the men most of the time which is outright fun, the employers appreciate you and your work (last week they gave all the employees picnic bags and sometimes we are given movie tickets). To date this has been one of the best jobs.
So, 7 jobs in 5 years, and I am still looking....
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Jobs Part 1
Hey guys, just thought I would blog on the variety of jobs that I have done here in Aus.
Job 1
My first job...hmmm...was the easiest, though the money was not enough. My late Australian mother offered to pay me for cleaning her house, just 3 months after I arrived here in Aus. It was 2 days a week, for 2 hours. I think she felt pity on me being the poor student that I was. At least it gave me pocket money and it really felt good to treat my very close friends to a nice expensive dinners with the money that I had accumulated. After sometime, my Aus mother being the nice or embarrassing lady that she was went around her cul-de-sac, telling her neighbours that her Kenyan daughter is willing to earn some money for any job...
Job 2
And so I got my second job. One of the neigbours offered me a babysitting job. This was also a really good job. I think I was really lucky to take care of 3 really nice and well-behaved children. However, sometimes it was really frustrating. The last born, a really cute little boy would run around the cul-de-sac in the nude, so you had to run after him. This family had a pool, so the kids had swimming days, and that little boy would dive into the pool and stay under water for what seemed like an hour but was it like 10 minutes, and I would think to myself, 'if this boy dies what the hell am I going to do?' Luckily he never did.
It happened that my Aus mother became really sick and I had to move out of her home. I quit the babysitting job but kept cleaning my Aus mothers house. I decided to get another job.
Job 3
This was the worst job ever. The only advantage was that the salary was in cash and tax free and transport was ok. I had to take a bus and 2 trains, but that was not a problem.
The job was not that hard but the people who I worked with, the environment was just terrible. So, my third job was in a dog food factory. It was like an 8-10 hour job with a 5 minute tea break and a 30 minute lunch break. So, I would be standing like for 7 hours or 9 hours. Anyway, my position was sealing the dog food and I was never good at it. The women were always telling me how my sealing was crap and were always trying to show me how to do it. So, it was like 5 women, showing me how to seal in 5 different ways. Yet, they expected me to seal perfectly through all that confusion.
There was this woman, she was very talkative and that was the reason that she was not liked by the other women. The other women tried to instill their hatred of that woman in me from day one. They would tell me not to listen to what she says, they would tell me that if I sat with or next to her during the tea and lunch breaks, I would face their wrath. So, what I did during my lunch breaks; I would sit on my own and keep to myself. Their hatred for that woman escalated that one of the women threw dog food on her face.
Then the environment of the factory- It was a mabati factory, it had a musty smell, slaughtered Kangaroos would hang from the ceiling waiting to minced, Kangaroo blood was all over the floor mixed with rain water because the roofs were leaking, the place was dark, everyone was gloomy. Going home was another problem. Walking was so hard because of standing for 7 or 9 hours a day. I would walk with my legs apart and I would really stink. In the end I looked like syphilitic street kid. I could not take it any more, so I quit. Then came more bad news. My Aus mother passed way, so there was no cleaning for me to do. I was then jobless for like 3 weeks.
Job 4
So, I got a job at an egg factory as an egg packer. This was another frustrating job. The supervisor make the eggs machine work like twice as fast, so the eggs would just accumulate and break and again everyone would be shouting at you telling you you are not working as fast, the eggs would get onto your clothes. Getting to and from was a problem. There were no buses in that area, so I would catch a taxi every morning at 6 am and every evening at 6pm. I was really wasting money. This was a full-time job by the way, which I did during the summer holidays. Getting home as I mentioned above, was a problem until this nice Macedonian woman offered to be giving me lifts home. I ended up leaving the job when I went back to school. The employers told me that I needed to be there full time, so I quit.
Job 5
Then I became a kitchen-hand at a stadium's conference facilities. My position included serving the main meal and dessert, clearing and washing dishes. By the way, we would serve like over 2000 guests.
The serving process was so rushed and people would end up pouring food everywhere. The process was also hushed because the conference/dining area was next to the kitchen. The head chef would tell us, 'You wouldn't want them to know that there's a kitchen here, would you now?'
The job was really hard (imagine clearing and wahing 2000 dinner plates, spoons and forks, 2000 tea cups and desserts plates) but fun as I was working with some 2 Kenyan guys. We would finish like at 4am. Again there was no transport. Lucky for me the 2 kenyan guys made friends with some Iraqi guy who they asked for transport help to the train station. The Iraqi guys car, was driven by his hippie girlfriend, a woman who was extra jumpy and happy. At the back seat was this big white hairy dog, that was panting non-stop, then there was dog hair everywhere and the car was a mkebe, probably a 1965-75 small car. You can imagine the journey to the train station, extremely uncomfortable-you are squeezed in the back seat with 2 guys and a dog, you don't want dog hair to get on your clothes, so it's like you are sitting in the air, the dog is panting like hell, the dog breath was suspended in the air, mixed with the smell of incense from the hippie chics clothes. The car sounded like it was going to die any minute and the hippie chic would jump and turn her head to face us, asking silly questions. I was like thinking, 'woman please keep your eyes on the road.' To make things even worse, I had to make small talk (which I hate as I am reserved/introverted), then the small talk was coupled with awkward silences. At the end, the awkward silences were the best option.
Even after catching a train, I still needed to catch a taxi. I would earn like $80 and would spend $20-$30 on the taxi, which was very frustrating. It wasn't long before I quit this job as well.
Enough of my blabbing. Take care. Cheers
Job 1
My first job...hmmm...was the easiest, though the money was not enough. My late Australian mother offered to pay me for cleaning her house, just 3 months after I arrived here in Aus. It was 2 days a week, for 2 hours. I think she felt pity on me being the poor student that I was. At least it gave me pocket money and it really felt good to treat my very close friends to a nice expensive dinners with the money that I had accumulated. After sometime, my Aus mother being the nice or embarrassing lady that she was went around her cul-de-sac, telling her neighbours that her Kenyan daughter is willing to earn some money for any job...
Job 2
And so I got my second job. One of the neigbours offered me a babysitting job. This was also a really good job. I think I was really lucky to take care of 3 really nice and well-behaved children. However, sometimes it was really frustrating. The last born, a really cute little boy would run around the cul-de-sac in the nude, so you had to run after him. This family had a pool, so the kids had swimming days, and that little boy would dive into the pool and stay under water for what seemed like an hour but was it like 10 minutes, and I would think to myself, 'if this boy dies what the hell am I going to do?' Luckily he never did.
It happened that my Aus mother became really sick and I had to move out of her home. I quit the babysitting job but kept cleaning my Aus mothers house. I decided to get another job.
Job 3
This was the worst job ever. The only advantage was that the salary was in cash and tax free and transport was ok. I had to take a bus and 2 trains, but that was not a problem.
The job was not that hard but the people who I worked with, the environment was just terrible. So, my third job was in a dog food factory. It was like an 8-10 hour job with a 5 minute tea break and a 30 minute lunch break. So, I would be standing like for 7 hours or 9 hours. Anyway, my position was sealing the dog food and I was never good at it. The women were always telling me how my sealing was crap and were always trying to show me how to do it. So, it was like 5 women, showing me how to seal in 5 different ways. Yet, they expected me to seal perfectly through all that confusion.
There was this woman, she was very talkative and that was the reason that she was not liked by the other women. The other women tried to instill their hatred of that woman in me from day one. They would tell me not to listen to what she says, they would tell me that if I sat with or next to her during the tea and lunch breaks, I would face their wrath. So, what I did during my lunch breaks; I would sit on my own and keep to myself. Their hatred for that woman escalated that one of the women threw dog food on her face.
Then the environment of the factory- It was a mabati factory, it had a musty smell, slaughtered Kangaroos would hang from the ceiling waiting to minced, Kangaroo blood was all over the floor mixed with rain water because the roofs were leaking, the place was dark, everyone was gloomy. Going home was another problem. Walking was so hard because of standing for 7 or 9 hours a day. I would walk with my legs apart and I would really stink. In the end I looked like syphilitic street kid. I could not take it any more, so I quit. Then came more bad news. My Aus mother passed way, so there was no cleaning for me to do. I was then jobless for like 3 weeks.
Job 4
So, I got a job at an egg factory as an egg packer. This was another frustrating job. The supervisor make the eggs machine work like twice as fast, so the eggs would just accumulate and break and again everyone would be shouting at you telling you you are not working as fast, the eggs would get onto your clothes. Getting to and from was a problem. There were no buses in that area, so I would catch a taxi every morning at 6 am and every evening at 6pm. I was really wasting money. This was a full-time job by the way, which I did during the summer holidays. Getting home as I mentioned above, was a problem until this nice Macedonian woman offered to be giving me lifts home. I ended up leaving the job when I went back to school. The employers told me that I needed to be there full time, so I quit.
Job 5
Then I became a kitchen-hand at a stadium's conference facilities. My position included serving the main meal and dessert, clearing and washing dishes. By the way, we would serve like over 2000 guests.
The serving process was so rushed and people would end up pouring food everywhere. The process was also hushed because the conference/dining area was next to the kitchen. The head chef would tell us, 'You wouldn't want them to know that there's a kitchen here, would you now?'
The job was really hard (imagine clearing and wahing 2000 dinner plates, spoons and forks, 2000 tea cups and desserts plates) but fun as I was working with some 2 Kenyan guys. We would finish like at 4am. Again there was no transport. Lucky for me the 2 kenyan guys made friends with some Iraqi guy who they asked for transport help to the train station. The Iraqi guys car, was driven by his hippie girlfriend, a woman who was extra jumpy and happy. At the back seat was this big white hairy dog, that was panting non-stop, then there was dog hair everywhere and the car was a mkebe, probably a 1965-75 small car. You can imagine the journey to the train station, extremely uncomfortable-you are squeezed in the back seat with 2 guys and a dog, you don't want dog hair to get on your clothes, so it's like you are sitting in the air, the dog is panting like hell, the dog breath was suspended in the air, mixed with the smell of incense from the hippie chics clothes. The car sounded like it was going to die any minute and the hippie chic would jump and turn her head to face us, asking silly questions. I was like thinking, 'woman please keep your eyes on the road.' To make things even worse, I had to make small talk (which I hate as I am reserved/introverted), then the small talk was coupled with awkward silences. At the end, the awkward silences were the best option.
Even after catching a train, I still needed to catch a taxi. I would earn like $80 and would spend $20-$30 on the taxi, which was very frustrating. It wasn't long before I quit this job as well.
Enough of my blabbing. Take care. Cheers
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Worlds going crazy..
Not that it wasn't crazy enough with family visiting on incredibly short notice, my work turning upside its head, back to back road trips, chronic exhaustion - the middle east had to go exploding again.
Yeah..now we are on the verge of a third world annihalation. I watched CNN news yesterday in combination of disbelief, disgust and disdain - shocked at the now perfected tendacy of Main stream media to deliver incredibly honed knee jerk reactions to world crisis. Their polarization of this (and other) issue could not have been better. The capacity for deadlock is equally impressive -
Is it just me or does everyone the view just get cloudy for many during times of war and provocation? In the eyes of many human life ceases to be of equal value (if it ever was) the law of diminsihing return takes effect - the stimulus effected to solve the problem only aggrevates it further: The incessant bombings, the finger pointing, the inability of lebanese gvt to dissociate themselves from hizbolla, the silence of the US and Iran, the innefectual talking heads of the UN.
How do we also manage to forget all the others surrefing and fleeing their homes in other areas of the world? Surely, when it rains, it pours. This is a good opportunity for the world to re-align their priorities and really define what a crisis is - Suffering is suffering is suffering - no matter what time zone your in or what military power you wield. in a sad way this is a great opportunity for Darfur activists (a side job we have failed to adopt) to promote the cause of all those suffering africans.
There ends my rant on suffering and injustice. Just needed to get something off my chest this fine tuesday afternoon.
Conflict free day for you I hope.
Yeah..now we are on the verge of a third world annihalation. I watched CNN news yesterday in combination of disbelief, disgust and disdain - shocked at the now perfected tendacy of Main stream media to deliver incredibly honed knee jerk reactions to world crisis. Their polarization of this (and other) issue could not have been better. The capacity for deadlock is equally impressive -
USA->ISRAEL->LEBANON<-HIZBOLLA<-IRAN/SYRIA
Is it just me or does everyone the view just get cloudy for many during times of war and provocation? In the eyes of many human life ceases to be of equal value (if it ever was) the law of diminsihing return takes effect - the stimulus effected to solve the problem only aggrevates it further: The incessant bombings, the finger pointing, the inability of lebanese gvt to dissociate themselves from hizbolla, the silence of the US and Iran, the innefectual talking heads of the UN.
How do we also manage to forget all the others surrefing and fleeing their homes in other areas of the world? Surely, when it rains, it pours. This is a good opportunity for the world to re-align their priorities and really define what a crisis is - Suffering is suffering is suffering - no matter what time zone your in or what military power you wield. in a sad way this is a great opportunity for Darfur activists (a side job we have failed to adopt) to promote the cause of all those suffering africans.
There ends my rant on suffering and injustice. Just needed to get something off my chest this fine tuesday afternoon.
Conflict free day for you I hope.
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