Best friends become that for tiny things they don't even realise. My best friend always knows how to make me rethink life and decisions.
Anyway she shared this with me and I think it'd be good for you all to take time off and read it. never know it might inspire you for greatness ( because you all have inbuilt greatness)
XxX
Kui
...a great reminder when you don't feel like going on....it's by Ishmael Osekre...wonderful wonderful wonderful poet. enjoy!
Once upon a 2:30am
Its 2:30am, sun and moon have exchanged places in the skies, but I am still in the library; writing a paper I do not have to present tomorrow. Sleep has embraced the world around me in a city that doesn't sleep but, my eyes refuse to close and my mind insists on staying awake. Ideas are running through my mind at a pace faster than my fingers can move to write. It is not the first time and it doesn't feel like it will be the last.
I stop to ask myself why I am up at 2:30am in the morning, writing a paper I do not have to present tomorrow. I try to find reasons why I am up at this time of the night, but I find none. I think of my bed and I remember it is comfortable. I think of the air conditioner and I find nothing wrong with it. I think of coffee but I have not drunk coffee. I think of my room mate but he is quietly asleep.
I spend the rest of the time between my thoughts and my paper, like the pendulum swings, trying to make an argument on my writing paper at the same time, hoping to find answers to what is making me stronger than myself.
While writing on my paper about roots and wings; about why if my roots do not teach me, my wings will never know and why I amongst other things, I can never forget my roots and wings that have brought me here, I feel my words gain momentum and my sentences illuminate with color. In worlds of thoughts, amidst shapes and forms of imagery, I discover "it".
I discover why I am up at 2:30am in the morning, writing a paper I do not have to present tomorrow. I discover why sleep has embraced the world around me in a city that doesn't sleep but my eyes refuse to close. In an instance, in fractions of seconds I discover at the table I sit to write my paper that, I represent more than myself. I discover at the only illuminated table of the night in the library that, I represent the countless number of people who have added to roots that hold me in the rocks whose inspiration have given me wings to fly.
I represent those values which informed me that, "hard work breaks no bones," when I was growing up in Kokomlemle in Accra. I represent the advice to be better, the motivation to be stronger, the caution of knocks, and the ancestral proverbial wisdom that was imparted whether I was ready or not. I represent those I did business with on the streets in Accra when I carried cold water in plastic bags. It was a short experience, but an always to be remembered enterprise.
I represent my junior secondary school teacher Mr. Nyaonu, whose name I will not always remember but whose advice I will not forget. He took me outside the classroom one fine day and told me, "When people are meant to be exceptional, sometimes, their qualities are detected when they are young'' and he said, "You will be an exceptional one in the future."
I represent the young men of Kokomlemle who I grew up with. I represent those young men I left behind at home, who I helped to do homework and took inspiration from me and those adults whose words of advice were most crucial when I needed to be talked to as a child; they confirm the African saying that, "It takes a village to raise a child."
Its 2:30am, sun and moon have exchanged places in the skies, but I am still in the library; writing a paper I do not have to present tomorrow. The hunger that has kept me up will not cease; the hunger that I feel will not be satiated by food and water. As I write my paper, I am reminded that, I represent more than myself. I represent women who trade their property for their children to receive an education they did not have: my mother. I represent "Rabbi" the priest who refused to sack me home for fees and allowed me to go through high school for those debt stacked final years uninterrupted until my fees were paid later. He gave me the chance.
I represent Ms. C.S. Acheampong who must always be mentioned in the hall of fame of teachers/mothers who gave their students the best mentoring at the high school level. She took my first poems and essays and helped me find legs for words to walk on.
I represent Kojo Oppong Adjei, the radio DJ/programme director of Sunny fm in Ghana who discovered me at the University of Ghana, Legon, he negotiated an air time and a salary for me to have my first media experience on radio without prior training or expertise and insisted I went to school to gain tertiary education because he saw a lot more in me than I saw in myself. Kojo believed in me.
As I sit at this table to write, I represent Demay Ackah -Yensu the lady who spotted me at the British Council and made me a weekly guest amongst other guests she hosted on the book review segment on Metro TV in Accra. I will not forget her last words to me that, "I am a gem" before I left home for the US.
I represent Mr. Tom Pigmann who told me during my first month in the US that, "Osekre, I know your spirit will grow to fill up the places of New York." A motivation which drove me to successfully audition at the Apollo theatre, to get a spot on a community based station on Wall Street and to successfully host a poetry event at the Bowery poetry club in New York.
I represent those generations unborn whose lives will meet mine and whose ability to see further will depend on the shoulders that support my arm. I must not disappoint them. I represent the many more whose stories I can't tell but will never forget.
Sweet inspiration has embraced me on this quiet night of sweet encounters. I feel wisdom cooks the pots and inspiration feeds my thoughts and imagination spreads itself through my faculties. At one point I am contemplating truth, at the other, I am imbibing it. At one point I am taking leaps, at the other, I am making flights with invisible wings.
It is the year 2005, and I am at the threshold of a remarkable educational experience. An experience that has its challenges and its glories both of which I am willing to embrace.
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Rejoinder: Random RandomThoughts
The random thoughts expressed evoked this rejoinder:
why havent I moved out of this shoebox?
he he he! you must be (i) broke, (ii) not anxious to leave the pretty maiden next door, or (iii) moving out's just too much work for you!
What is my purpose here?
hmmnn. Prov. 15:22: Where there is no counsel, purposes are disappointed; but in the multitude of counsellors they are established! Give it more thought and more prayer- na utatambua!
Can I make a difference?
Differences are often made in small bits and many times the best deeds will go unnoticed or complemented. Then again, we wouldn't want our heads to grow with each positive impact that we have on this world or members thereof.
Who is my friend?
At this point i wonder if the questions were rhetoric! (but i nonetheless continue- this is more interesting than the piles of files on my desk!) Anyway... "Trust ye not in a neighbor; put ye not confidence in a friend; keep the doors of thy mouth from her that lieth in thy bosom. For the son dishonoreth the father, the daughter riseth up against her mother, the daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law; a man's enemies are the men of his own house. But as for me, I will look unto Jehovah; I will wait for the God of my salvation: my God will hear me." (the highlighted part gave me a brief laugh!)
Why does money mean so much? so little?
To me, it means more than it ought to (more than i want it to). This adrenaline rushes on pay day halafu the mightly slump that ensues after the budget is drawn ! ... 'but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust consume, and where thieves don’t break through and steal' (Matt 6:20)
What would my sister look like?
lol! I know how stunning mine is! Nonetheless... Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain; but a woman who fears Yahweh, she shall be praised. (Prov. 31:30)
Are we slaves of social or genetic fabric?
Took too much thought time!
I have given up trying to be cool.
To some extent, thats the way it should be.
Don’t be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that you may prove what is the good, well-pleasing, and perfect will of God. (Romans 12:2)
Why cant I put on any weight?
Pole chief, i've also gongad rock on that one! Anyone out there with an answer!?
Complacency is my worst enemy.
Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall: but they that wait for Jehovah shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; they shall walk, and not faint (Isiaih 40:30-31) or get complacent!
Deno, i actually enjoyed doing this, more than i figure you will reading it! Blessings!
why havent I moved out of this shoebox?
he he he! you must be (i) broke, (ii) not anxious to leave the pretty maiden next door, or (iii) moving out's just too much work for you!
What is my purpose here?
hmmnn. Prov. 15:22: Where there is no counsel, purposes are disappointed; but in the multitude of counsellors they are established! Give it more thought and more prayer- na utatambua!
Can I make a difference?
Differences are often made in small bits and many times the best deeds will go unnoticed or complemented. Then again, we wouldn't want our heads to grow with each positive impact that we have on this world or members thereof.
Who is my friend?
At this point i wonder if the questions were rhetoric! (but i nonetheless continue- this is more interesting than the piles of files on my desk!) Anyway... "Trust ye not in a neighbor; put ye not confidence in a friend; keep the doors of thy mouth from her that lieth in thy bosom. For the son dishonoreth the father, the daughter riseth up against her mother, the daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law; a man's enemies are the men of his own house. But as for me, I will look unto Jehovah; I will wait for the God of my salvation: my God will hear me." (the highlighted part gave me a brief laugh!)
Why does money mean so much? so little?
To me, it means more than it ought to (more than i want it to). This adrenaline rushes on pay day halafu the mightly slump that ensues after the budget is drawn ! ... 'but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust consume, and where thieves don’t break through and steal' (Matt 6:20)
What would my sister look like?
lol! I know how stunning mine is! Nonetheless... Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain; but a woman who fears Yahweh, she shall be praised. (Prov. 31:30)
Are we slaves of social or genetic fabric?
Took too much thought time!
I have given up trying to be cool.
To some extent, thats the way it should be.
Don’t be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that you may prove what is the good, well-pleasing, and perfect will of God. (Romans 12:2)
Why cant I put on any weight?
Pole chief, i've also gongad rock on that one! Anyone out there with an answer!?
Complacency is my worst enemy.
Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall: but they that wait for Jehovah shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; they shall walk, and not faint (Isiaih 40:30-31) or get complacent!
Deno, i actually enjoyed doing this, more than i figure you will reading it! Blessings!
random random thoughts
why havent I moved out of this shoebox?
What is my purpose here?
Can I make a difference?
Who is my friend?
Why does money mean so much? so little?
What would my sister look like?
Are we slaves of social or genetic fabric?
I have given up trying to be cool.
I miss my parents.
Why cant I put on any weight?
Complacency is my worst enemy.
Cant wait to be immersed in something i really love.
Patience is such a valauble trait.
I need to go to bed. early.
What is my purpose here?
Can I make a difference?
Who is my friend?
Why does money mean so much? so little?
What would my sister look like?
Are we slaves of social or genetic fabric?
I have given up trying to be cool.
I miss my parents.
Why cant I put on any weight?
Complacency is my worst enemy.
Cant wait to be immersed in something i really love.
Patience is such a valauble trait.
I need to go to bed. early.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
AFLEWO 2005
Hi good people,
Finally the Aflewo 2005 Worship service is here..
This Friday 23rd september 2005 at NPC Karen From 9 pm till dawn
That's not all. If you get your hands on the AFLEWO flyer, you have the privelege of purchasing Nescafe at your nearest Nakumatt outlet at a discount. All you need to do produce it when purchasing nescafe products. This offer is valid till 31st of october 2005.
How about that for spiritual and physical nourishment.
Hope to see yo'all (that are in Nairobi) on Friday at Aflewo 2005.
Kibet Chebii
Friday, September 16, 2005
RE: Close Calls
Hi All,
In light of Denis' last post, I found this that should lift spirits.I'ev also been having some hell of my own and this totally cheered me up.
Enjoy.
Malachi 3:3: "He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver."
This verse puzzled some women in a Bible study and they wondered what this
statement meant about the character and nature of God. One of the women
offered to find out the process of refining silver and get back to the group
at their next Bible Study.
That week, the woman called a silversmith and made an appointment to watch
him at work. She didn't mention anything about the reason for her interest
beyond her curiosity about the process of refining silver.
As she watched the silversmith, he held a piece of silver over the fire and
let it heat up. He explained that in refining silver, one needed to hold the
silver in the middle of the fire where the flames were hottest as to burn
away all the impurities.
The woman thought about God holding us in such a hot spot then she thought
again about the verse that says: "He sits as a refiner and purifier of
silver."
She asked the silversmith if it was true that he had to sit there in front
of the fire the whole time the silver was being refined. He answered yes, he
not only had to sit there holding the silver, but he had to keep his eyes on
the silver the entire time it was in the fire. If the silver was left a
moment too long in the flames, it would be destroyed.
The woman was silent for a moment. Then she asked the silversmith, "How do
you know when the silver is fully refined?" He smiled at her and answered,
"Oh, that's easy -when I see my image in it."
If today you are feeling the heat of the fire, remember that God has His eye
on you and will keep watching you until He sees His image in you.
In light of Denis' last post, I found this that should lift spirits.I'ev also been having some hell of my own and this totally cheered me up.
Enjoy.
Malachi 3:3: "He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver."
This verse puzzled some women in a Bible study and they wondered what this
statement meant about the character and nature of God. One of the women
offered to find out the process of refining silver and get back to the group
at their next Bible Study.
That week, the woman called a silversmith and made an appointment to watch
him at work. She didn't mention anything about the reason for her interest
beyond her curiosity about the process of refining silver.
As she watched the silversmith, he held a piece of silver over the fire and
let it heat up. He explained that in refining silver, one needed to hold the
silver in the middle of the fire where the flames were hottest as to burn
away all the impurities.
The woman thought about God holding us in such a hot spot then she thought
again about the verse that says: "He sits as a refiner and purifier of
silver."
She asked the silversmith if it was true that he had to sit there in front
of the fire the whole time the silver was being refined. He answered yes, he
not only had to sit there holding the silver, but he had to keep his eyes on
the silver the entire time it was in the fire. If the silver was left a
moment too long in the flames, it would be destroyed.
The woman was silent for a moment. Then she asked the silversmith, "How do
you know when the silver is fully refined?" He smiled at her and answered,
"Oh, that's easy -when I see my image in it."
If today you are feeling the heat of the fire, remember that God has His eye
on you and will keep watching you until He sees His image in you.
Thursday, September 15, 2005
RE: music
hi y'all jus to echo vicki's music appeal, can someone pliz tell us where do get sounds?
am lookin for Dead Prez 'Hip Hop' and Lil Scrappy's 'No Problem'.
HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
Plus who knows Cowi's phone number? Been tryin her Safcom &Celtel line, she's mteja plus the sms's aint delivered. wanna give her the pics from that long past Coast trip of ours, so she can upload 4me. my scanner's broke.
tell her to holla
am lookin for Dead Prez 'Hip Hop' and Lil Scrappy's 'No Problem'.
HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
Plus who knows Cowi's phone number? Been tryin her Safcom &Celtel line, she's mteja plus the sms's aint delivered. wanna give her the pics from that long past Coast trip of ours, so she can upload 4me. my scanner's broke.
tell her to holla
Monday, September 12, 2005
Close calls
So i had a terrible week. I'm over it.
what im not over is how many close calls I've had -
1) As I'm crossing the road and this idiot in a black racish-mazda-looking beast of a vehicle speeds incredibly fast towards me, and as i scurry away like a mjinga, alas, the guy was pulling one of those handbrake u-turns that are straight out of Transporter 2 (which i should warn u is just a cartoon on testoserone). One mistake in that highly masculine manouver, and I'd have been grilled minced meat.
2) I almost burnt my kitchen, along with the rest of my building down making fries. All in the name of a quick dinner. lets just say i'll be spending more time cleaning that friggin oven.
3) ok so theres no number three. but 2 close calls in a week is more than enough!
God are you trying to tell me something? I promise I'll listen if u just write it down and mail it to me.
This had better be a good week I'm running out of that 'stay positive' juice.
what im not over is how many close calls I've had -
1) As I'm crossing the road and this idiot in a black racish-mazda-looking beast of a vehicle speeds incredibly fast towards me, and as i scurry away like a mjinga, alas, the guy was pulling one of those handbrake u-turns that are straight out of Transporter 2 (which i should warn u is just a cartoon on testoserone). One mistake in that highly masculine manouver, and I'd have been grilled minced meat.
2) I almost burnt my kitchen, along with the rest of my building down making fries. All in the name of a quick dinner. lets just say i'll be spending more time cleaning that friggin oven.
3) ok so theres no number three. but 2 close calls in a week is more than enough!
God are you trying to tell me something? I promise I'll listen if u just write it down and mail it to me.
This had better be a good week I'm running out of that 'stay positive' juice.
Sunday, September 04, 2005
Constant gardner: the good the bad and the ugly
I saw The Constant gardener the second time this past tuesday, and I had lots to say.
The good:
The scenic shots of kenya, Nairobi, Kibera are real, gripping, and beautiful at the same time. The manner in which the central themes of this flick are presented is very provocative, if you take the time to think about them beyond the obvious web of conspiracy theories spun by the script.
Dont want to say too much lest i spoil it for those who havent seen it.
The bad:
It wasnt your everyday edge-of-your-seat action-packed nail-biter, i felt the build to the climax was painfully slow, even though the use of flashbacks was nicely done. It had the potential to be so much MORE thrilling.
The ugly:
I knew examples of what the film was trying to explore existed, but i didnt think i'd find them this soon.. Vioxx, produced by Merck, one of the worlds largest pharmacutical firms, is a living case of what is so wrong with a capitalist healthcare system.
The good:
The scenic shots of kenya, Nairobi, Kibera are real, gripping, and beautiful at the same time. The manner in which the central themes of this flick are presented is very provocative, if you take the time to think about them beyond the obvious web of conspiracy theories spun by the script.
Dont want to say too much lest i spoil it for those who havent seen it.
The bad:
It wasnt your everyday edge-of-your-seat action-packed nail-biter, i felt the build to the climax was painfully slow, even though the use of flashbacks was nicely done. It had the potential to be so much MORE thrilling.
The ugly:
I knew examples of what the film was trying to explore existed, but i didnt think i'd find them this soon.. Vioxx, produced by Merck, one of the worlds largest pharmacutical firms, is a living case of what is so wrong with a capitalist healthcare system.
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
fall '05
...excited, she said,"ain't it great to be back in school!!" And i actually mean it. Something about not having to see the same old boring faces from work day in day out just gives me a refreshing feeling. Or maybe I've been in school for so long that I've actually began to enjoy it.....who knows. Well, back to trying to get into classes this first week, so I can graduate this sem. , YES! For some reason I feel that I'm probabbly the only person reading this that feels that way after reading david's posting. Hang in there, as always it will soon be over, then we can enjoy the pleasures of job hunting..........can I get a yeee haaaa! Be blessed!!!
Thursday, August 25, 2005
talk about being MIA
hey all!
first of all thousand and one million apologies for the leave of absense!
i know that everybody is busy andyet they have all been able to blog...lakini clearly my multitasking energy is being overused at jobbo and so thats why!
Apologies aside! maisha is good...God has been much faithful with the new job and the relocation to the new city and the new apartment and all that fun stuff. working for a company that makes chocos however is not very good for the waist line, so now I am focussing on working out etc,
if y;all want details of the company i work for...please feel free to hit up www.mars.com and I work for the canadian division known as Effem Inc.
K...no more shop talk.
but...there is a slight issue with this mans attitude! yaaani talk about feeling that he is the ish.
He was in toronto a couple of weeks ago and really let it be known how full of himself he is...
videos dont lie so chk out this link, and read the email that is circulating....
other than that! hope u are all well and blessed!
much love
--------------------------------------------------------------
I got this e-mail from my homie Dr. Jay de Soca Prince
who works at FLOW93.5fm in Toronto... I rushed back
from doing my show in Ottawa to get back home to
Toronto to catch the end of the now historical Marc
Ecko GETTING UP FESTIVAL, and this fool's arrogant
attitude just ruined the smooth vibe the whole weekend.
The words that followed are Jay's detailed account in>
the VIP, I was doing other ish so I wasn't at the
afterparty. This dude needs to get back to what we call
earth and get his head outta the clouds for real, that
karma will come back Kanye. You just lost one of the
most important cities in hip-hop outside of the States
along with a bunch of fans. DON'T "EVER" COME BACK TO T-DOT AGAIN... We don't play that dawg, we serious!!!
I've personally added a link to a video recorded at
FLOW 93.5fm of Kanye West's interview:
http://toronto.dose.ca/webx/video/kanye.mov
You be the judge!!!
Can you believe Kanye West?
Okay, I've read interviews with him in magazines and
seen his outbursts on TV when he didn't win an
award...but this guy gets the "kakahole of the month"
award for his behavior at the club this past Sunday
night...to make a long story short, he was hired to be a
special guest host at METRO and he apparently gave
strict orders that he only wants to hear Hip Hop while
he's in the club...okie dokie buddy...no scene...he doesn't get the award>
for that cuz in my opinion, if the promoters are paying
him a big set of money and are caving into his demands,
then you can't blame the artist (no matter how ignorant that it was)...but I can and will blame Kanye for the "kakahole-ish" behavior he displayed... Lil' Jon, Ludacris, Mos Def and Lil' Scrappy were all inside the club enjoying themselves...this I saw with my own two eyes...those artists and some Toronto Argos, Mo Pete from the Toronto Raptors and a whole set of ladies were in the VIP just chillin....
Then Kanye took the mic and said that he felt disrespected cuz he was in the club for 45 minutes and hadn't heard one of his songs yet...he proceeded to say that he rules the radio and that he will never come back to this establishment again...now mind you, I'm standing just a few feet away from him and this guy just had the most pompous look on his face..
He continues on how he felt disrespected and then the DJ on the other mic tells him that its still early (I think it was around bar closing time) and he has to wait for the tribute...they start to rinse a set of Kanye West tracks but the kakahole grabs his people and exits thru a back door...
None of the other artists seemed to care about his departure and neither did the crowd...perhaps this is all a publicity stunt cuz his album is coming out and any publicity is good publicity, right? For me though, Kanye needs to humble himself and perhaps then people will pay him the respect he feels he deserves...
this Sunday, the very first track on SOCA THERAPY will be>>>Maximus Dan's "Be Humble" in honour of the "kakahole of>>>the month".>>>>>>>>> PLEASE FORWARD TO EVERYONE
first of all thousand and one million apologies for the leave of absense!
i know that everybody is busy andyet they have all been able to blog...lakini clearly my multitasking energy is being overused at jobbo and so thats why!
Apologies aside! maisha is good...God has been much faithful with the new job and the relocation to the new city and the new apartment and all that fun stuff. working for a company that makes chocos however is not very good for the waist line, so now I am focussing on working out etc,
if y;all want details of the company i work for...please feel free to hit up www.mars.com and I work for the canadian division known as Effem Inc.
K...no more shop talk.
sorry to burst the "we love kanye bubble:("
i just wanted to drop in to give all you kanyeezi fans a little food for thought. Yeah his music is the bomb...havent really listened to his latest album...but i know frm college dropout that man has mad skills...but...there is a slight issue with this mans attitude! yaaani talk about feeling that he is the ish.
He was in toronto a couple of weeks ago and really let it be known how full of himself he is...
videos dont lie so chk out this link, and read the email that is circulating....
other than that! hope u are all well and blessed!
much love
--------------------------------------------------------------
I got this e-mail from my homie Dr. Jay de Soca Prince
who works at FLOW93.5fm in Toronto... I rushed back
from doing my show in Ottawa to get back home to
Toronto to catch the end of the now historical Marc
Ecko GETTING UP FESTIVAL, and this fool's arrogant
attitude just ruined the smooth vibe the whole weekend.
The words that followed are Jay's detailed account in>
the VIP, I was doing other ish so I wasn't at the
afterparty. This dude needs to get back to what we call
earth and get his head outta the clouds for real, that
karma will come back Kanye. You just lost one of the
most important cities in hip-hop outside of the States
along with a bunch of fans. DON'T "EVER" COME BACK TO T-DOT AGAIN... We don't play that dawg, we serious!!!
I've personally added a link to a video recorded at
FLOW 93.5fm of Kanye West's interview:
http://toronto.dose.ca/webx/video/kanye.mov
You be the judge!!!
Can you believe Kanye West?
Okay, I've read interviews with him in magazines and
seen his outbursts on TV when he didn't win an
award...but this guy gets the "kakahole of the month"
award for his behavior at the club this past Sunday
night...to make a long story short, he was hired to be a
special guest host at METRO and he apparently gave
strict orders that he only wants to hear Hip Hop while
he's in the club...okie dokie buddy...no scene...he doesn't get the award>
for that cuz in my opinion, if the promoters are paying
him a big set of money and are caving into his demands,
then you can't blame the artist (no matter how ignorant that it was)...but I can and will blame Kanye for the "kakahole-ish" behavior he displayed... Lil' Jon, Ludacris, Mos Def and Lil' Scrappy were all inside the club enjoying themselves...this I saw with my own two eyes...those artists and some Toronto Argos, Mo Pete from the Toronto Raptors and a whole set of ladies were in the VIP just chillin....
Then Kanye took the mic and said that he felt disrespected cuz he was in the club for 45 minutes and hadn't heard one of his songs yet...he proceeded to say that he rules the radio and that he will never come back to this establishment again...now mind you, I'm standing just a few feet away from him and this guy just had the most pompous look on his face..
He continues on how he felt disrespected and then the DJ on the other mic tells him that its still early (I think it was around bar closing time) and he has to wait for the tribute...they start to rinse a set of Kanye West tracks but the kakahole grabs his people and exits thru a back door...
None of the other artists seemed to care about his departure and neither did the crowd...perhaps this is all a publicity stunt cuz his album is coming out and any publicity is good publicity, right? For me though, Kanye needs to humble himself and perhaps then people will pay him the respect he feels he deserves...
this Sunday, the very first track on SOCA THERAPY will be>>>Maximus Dan's "Be Humble" in honour of the "kakahole of>>>the month".>>>>>>>>> PLEASE FORWARD TO EVERYONE
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Where is the music?
Hey guys hope ya'll are well. Do you know where can I get the following songs?
1. Hey Mr DJ-Zhane
2. Request Line-Zhane
3. Cosmic girl- Jamiroquai
4. Let's take a long walk- Jill Scott
5. Getting in the way-Jill Scott
6. The way (i think-in the music video, she's in an art gallery)-Jill Scott
7. Fantasy-Earth, Wind and Fire
8. He's the greatest dancer-Sister Sledge
9. Heaven-Tavares
10. Bad girls/Sad girls-Donna Summer
Cheers.
1. Hey Mr DJ-Zhane
2. Request Line-Zhane
3. Cosmic girl- Jamiroquai
4. Let's take a long walk- Jill Scott
5. Getting in the way-Jill Scott
6. The way (i think-in the music video, she's in an art gallery)-Jill Scott
7. Fantasy-Earth, Wind and Fire
8. He's the greatest dancer-Sister Sledge
9. Heaven-Tavares
10. Bad girls/Sad girls-Donna Summer
Cheers.
Monday, August 15, 2005
Been a while
Ok clearly VI has hit new lows getting spammed by graduates dot com: still trying to figure out how i got infiltrated.
Brief recap (not in any priority):
Day Job: I hit new stress levels that i didnt know were possible. Last friday I had my first big deliverable and it got kidogo more neurotic than I am used to. I was so tightly wound thursday u couldve used me to turn turbines...My boss is gone for vacation for the next 2 weeeks, leaving a vaccum that im already being sucked into: I could either look at it as a major opportunity to shine, or to be burdened by the thought of the magnanimous expectations of the rest of the team. Should be a fun 2 weeks..even im looking forward to how well i'll improvise matching up to this incredulously well organized chap that is my boss.
Side ventures: My bro's and family stumbled accross a feature piece regarding my humble entrepreneurship venture in the Globe and Mail which i am purposely not going to give a link to lest I accrue a gang of groupies. It really wasnt as big of a deal as it appears, given that the Globe and Mail is among the most respected newspaper in Canada - . Made some good leads into getting support from an academic front - pitched it to one of my favourite profs and he bought it. Aligning business objectives with pedadogy is more of a science than I expected, but I'm sure we can make it work.
Social: Talked to the folks after a *while* and it was interesting tossing the blame back and forth concerning whos tupad who..I hypothesised that they are paying the consequences of throwing me in boarding school at such an early age: I quickly learnt to disillusion myself from how much i Miss those i love the most as a sort of knee jerk to avoid home sickness. who knowss..Mt kenya mmight have done its damage, but it surely had its benefits... My folks also made a point of NOT telling me that they made a house call to my significant other's Diggs with my grandparents. What does this all mean?????? are mbuzis being kaguliwad in my absence? woi I'm losing my mind at these clandestine agendas..
AoB: living in the 'student ghetto' , as much as i whine about it, has its benefits...This week is Frosh week @ McGill, a period that should usher in the green vicarious freshmen from all over the world into the illusion of a world of hedonistic nirvana, intersparsed by some academic activity known as lectures. All an illusion, but it'll be fun helping to paint it if invited to any frosh bashes...
Also, forgive me, but I have to brag - I went to church! On my own volition. Put all my 'urgent' errands aside. Dragged a friend along. It was polite. I found i was more critical about the message than I remember. I was sifting , picking and choosing the sermons precepts. The prodigal son was mentioned a couple of times, reinforcing my lack of belief in coincidences...It was edifying all the same. Highly reccomonded for all those who suspect their hearts have grown too cold..
Reading: The tipping point by Malcolm Gladwell. Great start, and interesting point of view on some of the issues tackled by Steve Levitt Freakonomics, which i malizad listening to some time ago, (amen for Ipods and and audiobooks). Crossing the Chasm by has been a slow read for me coz i never get good closure to absorb it mzuri. The River Between has still been my most satisfying climax building read of the summer. I am making steady inroads into pre-colonial kenyan culture..my folks and uncles better watch out next discourse we have...no more walking ove rme wth that ..'aah u just born the other day.. us we have been there and done that" talk hehe.
Listening to: Late registration album: my latest endeavour is to critically assess kanyes new Joints before it gets into the hands of the callous masses who will most probly not allow it to escape the curse of the sophomore jinx.
Otherwise Msanii's radio blog is absolutely sick and provides me with the much needed hit of Kenyan hip hop whenever Im in the zone at work..*hebu rudisha*!!
Randomn thoughts: You are/become who you hang out with.
Brief recap (not in any priority):
Day Job: I hit new stress levels that i didnt know were possible. Last friday I had my first big deliverable and it got kidogo more neurotic than I am used to. I was so tightly wound thursday u couldve used me to turn turbines...My boss is gone for vacation for the next 2 weeeks, leaving a vaccum that im already being sucked into: I could either look at it as a major opportunity to shine, or to be burdened by the thought of the magnanimous expectations of the rest of the team. Should be a fun 2 weeks..even im looking forward to how well i'll improvise matching up to this incredulously well organized chap that is my boss.
Side ventures: My bro's and family stumbled accross a feature piece regarding my humble entrepreneurship venture in the Globe and Mail which i am purposely not going to give a link to lest I accrue a gang of groupies. It really wasnt as big of a deal as it appears, given that the Globe and Mail is among the most respected newspaper in Canada - . Made some good leads into getting support from an academic front - pitched it to one of my favourite profs and he bought it. Aligning business objectives with pedadogy is more of a science than I expected, but I'm sure we can make it work.
Social: Talked to the folks after a *while* and it was interesting tossing the blame back and forth concerning whos tupad who..I hypothesised that they are paying the consequences of throwing me in boarding school at such an early age: I quickly learnt to disillusion myself from how much i Miss those i love the most as a sort of knee jerk to avoid home sickness. who knowss..Mt kenya mmight have done its damage, but it surely had its benefits... My folks also made a point of NOT telling me that they made a house call to my significant other's Diggs with my grandparents. What does this all mean?????? are mbuzis being kaguliwad in my absence? woi I'm losing my mind at these clandestine agendas..
AoB: living in the 'student ghetto' , as much as i whine about it, has its benefits...This week is Frosh week @ McGill, a period that should usher in the green vicarious freshmen from all over the world into the illusion of a world of hedonistic nirvana, intersparsed by some academic activity known as lectures. All an illusion, but it'll be fun helping to paint it if invited to any frosh bashes...
Also, forgive me, but I have to brag - I went to church! On my own volition. Put all my 'urgent' errands aside. Dragged a friend along. It was polite. I found i was more critical about the message than I remember. I was sifting , picking and choosing the sermons precepts. The prodigal son was mentioned a couple of times, reinforcing my lack of belief in coincidences...It was edifying all the same. Highly reccomonded for all those who suspect their hearts have grown too cold..
Reading: The tipping point by Malcolm Gladwell. Great start, and interesting point of view on some of the issues tackled by Steve Levitt Freakonomics, which i malizad listening to some time ago, (amen for Ipods and and audiobooks). Crossing the Chasm by has been a slow read for me coz i never get good closure to absorb it mzuri. The River Between has still been my most satisfying climax building read of the summer. I am making steady inroads into pre-colonial kenyan culture..my folks and uncles better watch out next discourse we have...no more walking ove rme wth that ..'aah u just born the other day.. us we have been there and done that" talk hehe.
Listening to: Late registration album: my latest endeavour is to critically assess kanyes new Joints before it gets into the hands of the callous masses who will most probly not allow it to escape the curse of the sophomore jinx.
Otherwise Msanii's radio blog is absolutely sick and provides me with the much needed hit of Kenyan hip hop whenever Im in the zone at work..*hebu rudisha*!!
Randomn thoughts: You are/become who you hang out with.
Friday, August 12, 2005
REJOICE!
yes! it's over, am now officially on holiday. with that hangs the dark cloud that i recluse and hardly approach this thingymajig to communicate with the outside world, so don't send the cops after me.
jus did my last exam feels great. ironically it was a law exam, so Kibet we're kinda on the same boat. feel bad about the joblessness, thats why am trying to be an enterpreneur, though a broke one. But got some ideas am trying to put into action, some are working, so with your prayers, am hoping to teach Kirubi a thing or 2!
thank God i changed. i was one of those guys who had a fit on the dance floor, hurricane dancers as they're called here. I used to feel that i had to share my zest with those around me, love me or hate me, ud go home remembering me.
but my girlfriend made me watch Hitch, you know when Will teaches the fat white dude how to move, not gyrate. Am now a proud recoverin hurricane, but sometimes i miss those days. Dancin became my aerobics session, and when you get home you're so tired u wake up sore like you had returned from doing battle with the Archedians.
jus did my last exam feels great. ironically it was a law exam, so Kibet we're kinda on the same boat. feel bad about the joblessness, thats why am trying to be an enterpreneur, though a broke one. But got some ideas am trying to put into action, some are working, so with your prayers, am hoping to teach Kirubi a thing or 2!
thank God i changed. i was one of those guys who had a fit on the dance floor, hurricane dancers as they're called here. I used to feel that i had to share my zest with those around me, love me or hate me, ud go home remembering me.
but my girlfriend made me watch Hitch, you know when Will teaches the fat white dude how to move, not gyrate. Am now a proud recoverin hurricane, but sometimes i miss those days. Dancin became my aerobics session, and when you get home you're so tired u wake up sore like you had returned from doing battle with the Archedians.
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
OZ CLUB
Hey guys. Hope all is well.
'Why do you hate clubbin'?' I get this question all the time. Hmmm why do I hate clubbin'? From the top of my head there are four main reasons. By the way I never go to the club willingly. I just mysteriously end up there. My friends and their tricks...I fall for them all the time.
1. I am the type of person, who people will always designate as the driver. Why? Because I am the type of person who does not like the taste of those drinks appropriately named piss, by some clever or not so clever person. The point is, I hate being the designated driver. I constantly fear that someone's bowel contents might end up in my car or may 'beautify' my clothes at like 6 am in the morning, when I am so tired and I want to sleep, but noooo I have to clean up my clothes or my car to get rid of that nasty nasty stuff and smell.
2. There are those people who like to sit down in the club and watch people dance, as they are having their drinks. Well, these people can be placed into 2 categories: Perverts and People who just like to sit down in the club and watch people dance, as they are having their drinks. I fall into the latter. I enjoy sitting down and watching people dance as I am having my drink. I do find it really interesting to watch people, as they dance or cuddle or slip and fall or fight or whatever is to your liking. There can be that guy who is dancing like a duck, whose wings are not where they are supposed to be. Instead they are tucked under its belly and as it tries to walk the legs hit the wings and it is like it...(if you are not following, I am talking about the duck and how it relates to 'that guy') is going to fall but it quickly regains its balance and this goes on repeatedly. It gets too frustrating to watch this guy dance like he is almost going to fall but does not. I wish he would just fall, get over with it!
So, I shift my eyes to this woman, the type of woman who is dressed in environmental clothes. Environmental clothes are those clothes that happen to be green, brown or grey in colour. Her hair is either red or she has these greasy, untidy-looking dreadlocks. She is standing in the middle of the dancefloor. Its like her legs have been nailed to that spot. All she does is wave her hands in the air, miming the words of the song being loudly played, as the disco light shines upon her. She feels like she is one with nature, one with the song and one with the club:the music is in her as she is in the music. She gets boring to watch. Even you can't watch someone waving their hands for a whole 3 hours, can you?
The next thing I see is a person running from one end of the club to the dancefloor. This person dances by throwing his hands in all directions and jerking his legs, as he works the dancefloor. He doesnn't realize that by jerking his hands and feet, he may face legal suits the next day. The cause of action- Intention to Cause Grievous Bodily Harm. In 2 minutes the dancefloor is completely empty and Mr. Jerking hands and feet is the only one there, now jerking his whole body, working it like the world is about to end in a millisecond. I look at the dancefloor people. They have this look on their face, the look that says, 'Why is this freak of nature trying to ruin our night?!' These people want this maniac to grace the dancefloor with his absence. They are afraid to assist him to achieve this (probably by use of force), for fear that they may end up not having their beloved eyes or teeth. Next thing you see, is this lady coming from where Mr. Jerk came from. She has this embarrassed, no very embarrassed look on her face. I assume it's the girlfriend because it can't be the mother and it can't be the sister. She convinces him to leave the danceloor. She now apologetically looks at the dancefloor people and they respond by having this 'your boyfriend, aka Mr. Jerk Freak, might not have a body to jerk next time if we see him on this dancefloor again' look. However, my friends at this stage think am very bored, so they drag me into the dancefloor, cheer me on, encourage me to dance-I shift my legs to the right then to the left, wiggling and woggling my head, as my hands do this dishwashing action. I see other Africans facing us with the 'what the...' expressions on their faces. My friends then encourage to go back and have a sit. I think they are embarrassed, well why did they ask me to dance in the first place, if they knew I like to sit and watch people dance as I am having my drink?!
3. You meet the weirdest people. Taxi drivers, stalkers, taxi drivers, stalkers and taxi drivers. Why taxi drivers? One of them stole my mobile phone, the other one of them kept giving me this slimy, sleazy, licking lips, undressing, drooling, icky look. To top it off he gives me his number tells me to give him a call. I got off the taxi, a kilometer away from my place and had to walk home at a time when the owls are thinking, 'what the hell is this small, dark like night human doing walking at this time? let's give her a scare. whooo hoo hoo...' And so instead of walking, I ran home like a mad person. All this so that bwana taxi driver wouldn't know where I lived.
4. Being a cheapskate, I hate to spend money. So, if I go to the club I don't buy any soft drinks. I choose to drink water. I hear it is embarrassing to be with a person who drinks water in the club. Is that so?
There goes...If you allow me not to be the designated driver who likes to watch to watch people dancing while having a glass of water, then we will have a jolly good time in the club.
Cheers guys.
'Why do you hate clubbin'?' I get this question all the time. Hmmm why do I hate clubbin'? From the top of my head there are four main reasons. By the way I never go to the club willingly. I just mysteriously end up there. My friends and their tricks...I fall for them all the time.
1. I am the type of person, who people will always designate as the driver. Why? Because I am the type of person who does not like the taste of those drinks appropriately named piss, by some clever or not so clever person. The point is, I hate being the designated driver. I constantly fear that someone's bowel contents might end up in my car or may 'beautify' my clothes at like 6 am in the morning, when I am so tired and I want to sleep, but noooo I have to clean up my clothes or my car to get rid of that nasty nasty stuff and smell.
2. There are those people who like to sit down in the club and watch people dance, as they are having their drinks. Well, these people can be placed into 2 categories: Perverts and People who just like to sit down in the club and watch people dance, as they are having their drinks. I fall into the latter. I enjoy sitting down and watching people dance as I am having my drink. I do find it really interesting to watch people, as they dance or cuddle or slip and fall or fight or whatever is to your liking. There can be that guy who is dancing like a duck, whose wings are not where they are supposed to be. Instead they are tucked under its belly and as it tries to walk the legs hit the wings and it is like it...(if you are not following, I am talking about the duck and how it relates to 'that guy') is going to fall but it quickly regains its balance and this goes on repeatedly. It gets too frustrating to watch this guy dance like he is almost going to fall but does not. I wish he would just fall, get over with it!
So, I shift my eyes to this woman, the type of woman who is dressed in environmental clothes. Environmental clothes are those clothes that happen to be green, brown or grey in colour. Her hair is either red or she has these greasy, untidy-looking dreadlocks. She is standing in the middle of the dancefloor. Its like her legs have been nailed to that spot. All she does is wave her hands in the air, miming the words of the song being loudly played, as the disco light shines upon her. She feels like she is one with nature, one with the song and one with the club:the music is in her as she is in the music. She gets boring to watch. Even you can't watch someone waving their hands for a whole 3 hours, can you?
The next thing I see is a person running from one end of the club to the dancefloor. This person dances by throwing his hands in all directions and jerking his legs, as he works the dancefloor. He doesnn't realize that by jerking his hands and feet, he may face legal suits the next day. The cause of action- Intention to Cause Grievous Bodily Harm. In 2 minutes the dancefloor is completely empty and Mr. Jerking hands and feet is the only one there, now jerking his whole body, working it like the world is about to end in a millisecond. I look at the dancefloor people. They have this look on their face, the look that says, 'Why is this freak of nature trying to ruin our night?!' These people want this maniac to grace the dancefloor with his absence. They are afraid to assist him to achieve this (probably by use of force), for fear that they may end up not having their beloved eyes or teeth. Next thing you see, is this lady coming from where Mr. Jerk came from. She has this embarrassed, no very embarrassed look on her face. I assume it's the girlfriend because it can't be the mother and it can't be the sister. She convinces him to leave the danceloor. She now apologetically looks at the dancefloor people and they respond by having this 'your boyfriend, aka Mr. Jerk Freak, might not have a body to jerk next time if we see him on this dancefloor again' look. However, my friends at this stage think am very bored, so they drag me into the dancefloor, cheer me on, encourage me to dance-I shift my legs to the right then to the left, wiggling and woggling my head, as my hands do this dishwashing action. I see other Africans facing us with the 'what the...' expressions on their faces. My friends then encourage to go back and have a sit. I think they are embarrassed, well why did they ask me to dance in the first place, if they knew I like to sit and watch people dance as I am having my drink?!
3. You meet the weirdest people. Taxi drivers, stalkers, taxi drivers, stalkers and taxi drivers. Why taxi drivers? One of them stole my mobile phone, the other one of them kept giving me this slimy, sleazy, licking lips, undressing, drooling, icky look. To top it off he gives me his number tells me to give him a call. I got off the taxi, a kilometer away from my place and had to walk home at a time when the owls are thinking, 'what the hell is this small, dark like night human doing walking at this time? let's give her a scare. whooo hoo hoo...' And so instead of walking, I ran home like a mad person. All this so that bwana taxi driver wouldn't know where I lived.
4. Being a cheapskate, I hate to spend money. So, if I go to the club I don't buy any soft drinks. I choose to drink water. I hear it is embarrassing to be with a person who drinks water in the club. Is that so?
There goes...If you allow me not to be the designated driver who likes to watch to watch people dancing while having a glass of water, then we will have a jolly good time in the club.
Cheers guys.
Thursday, August 04, 2005
should i sigh or smile
Campus is finally ending this Friday, but strangely the feverish excitement that i anticipated has refused to check in- sadly too i must add! For various reasons actually. First, the lack of any campus experience is the lousy side of whole the parallel night school idea, at least for a first degree.The evening appearances for four years doesn't really allow you to do anything exciting that you can write home about- or ficha from your kids when they ask for a narration of the university days of the early 21st century. No tales there on my part!
The second reason, why i suspect i lack enthusiasm is the unemployment rate. Yeah, i know the problem couldnt be more emphasised in every media gadget (blogs included) but it has only recently become real to my mind in the last few weeks. I personally, praise the Lord, have the comfort of having a job to slide into (or continue with). But for the bigger part of my class, full of enthusiastic lawyers (starting Friday) eager to get their legal minds solving problems and anxious to make chums are about to go through what i think will be the most trying period of their lives. Background. For an law graduate to become an Advocate, you first need to have one year of pupillage (internship basically- but where you rigorously carry out research and other work at a law firm), thereafter a diploma must be obtained from the Kenya School of Law ( which involves doing exams- at diploma level! for the same courses that we studied and passed for our LLB). Thats like 1 and a quarter years gone. Then after the School of Law clears you, your name is forwarded to the Chief Justice to find time to gazette your name and swear you in. It usually takes the CJ between 1 and 1.5 years to gazette the names (and woe unto if your called Yvonne or Zeno!) Back to the problem. So first hurdle: my over 300 classmates have to find a law firm among the few firms existing in the country. Second hurdle: survival with the remuneration of a pupil which ranges from KShs. 2,500 to KShs. 12,000. About 5 firms in Nairobi pay between the range of 15-17k and they are terribly competitive at that! Third hurdle, after we complete the one year of pupillage, you have to find your way to School of Law (now situated at Karen) for classes for a period of time, which must be paid for and accomodation sought (major problem for guys who were subsistent on HELB loans). At this time, the law graduate is jobless because the firms don't usually retain after the year of pupillage and he is somehow to survive in Nairobi for the purposes of the School of Law classes, and thereafter start the job hunt again either for a place to hold over as he awaits his admission into the bar, or a place as an Advocate of the High Court. Well, am sure that the events immediately after my last paper tomorrow and our subsequent class party should be incredibly exciting.
It would be bit better, i think, if we'd get our degree and just be thrown into the market- where i then have to struggle and sort myself out. I think that's easier than the hassles that the system forces us to undergo. My take? I think its just a means to have as many people fall out the wayside and thereby limit the number of people who enter the profession.
The second reason, why i suspect i lack enthusiasm is the unemployment rate. Yeah, i know the problem couldnt be more emphasised in every media gadget (blogs included) but it has only recently become real to my mind in the last few weeks. I personally, praise the Lord, have the comfort of having a job to slide into (or continue with). But for the bigger part of my class, full of enthusiastic lawyers (starting Friday) eager to get their legal minds solving problems and anxious to make chums are about to go through what i think will be the most trying period of their lives. Background. For an law graduate to become an Advocate, you first need to have one year of pupillage (internship basically- but where you rigorously carry out research and other work at a law firm), thereafter a diploma must be obtained from the Kenya School of Law ( which involves doing exams- at diploma level! for the same courses that we studied and passed for our LLB). Thats like 1 and a quarter years gone. Then after the School of Law clears you, your name is forwarded to the Chief Justice to find time to gazette your name and swear you in. It usually takes the CJ between 1 and 1.5 years to gazette the names (and woe unto if your called Yvonne or Zeno!) Back to the problem. So first hurdle: my over 300 classmates have to find a law firm among the few firms existing in the country. Second hurdle: survival with the remuneration of a pupil which ranges from KShs. 2,500 to KShs. 12,000. About 5 firms in Nairobi pay between the range of 15-17k and they are terribly competitive at that! Third hurdle, after we complete the one year of pupillage, you have to find your way to School of Law (now situated at Karen) for classes for a period of time, which must be paid for and accomodation sought (major problem for guys who were subsistent on HELB loans). At this time, the law graduate is jobless because the firms don't usually retain after the year of pupillage and he is somehow to survive in Nairobi for the purposes of the School of Law classes, and thereafter start the job hunt again either for a place to hold over as he awaits his admission into the bar, or a place as an Advocate of the High Court. Well, am sure that the events immediately after my last paper tomorrow and our subsequent class party should be incredibly exciting.
It would be bit better, i think, if we'd get our degree and just be thrown into the market- where i then have to struggle and sort myself out. I think that's easier than the hassles that the system forces us to undergo. My take? I think its just a means to have as many people fall out the wayside and thereby limit the number of people who enter the profession.
Monday, August 01, 2005
I need a girl pt. 5
Kazi si kubaya..just the daily frustrations of a working man here..amidst the ever fleeting paycheck.
meanwhile I somad this and was awestruck at the audacity of Our kenyan folk..haha yenyewe it can't hurt to dream - even about Chelsea...p.diddy video quality au sio??
Did any of you get to meet Mr. "I smoked but I did not inhale?"
not even a glimpse? aiii
Hope you are all timam. much love.
meanwhile I somad this and was awestruck at the audacity of Our kenyan folk..haha yenyewe it can't hurt to dream - even about Chelsea...p.diddy video quality au sio??
Did any of you get to meet Mr. "I smoked but I did not inhale?"
not even a glimpse? aiii
Hope you are all timam. much love.
music
wow, vikki that must be a blast. us guys are still stuck in that kiss era, so they only play 1song from that album.speakin of music, maybe you guys can help, esp Deno. there's this song chris had, Africa by Akon we played it at the hotel. am wonderin where i can download it from, fre ofcourse! also 'Hip Hop' by Dead Prez. am getting into the whole political rap thing, u know music with a message, not just about chics&spinaz!
can anyone help me out?
can anyone help me out?
Saturday, July 23, 2005
I got tha Legend
Hello V.I members? How are all of you doing? I hope you are all fine. I am fine though, been a busy holiday which is very good for me otherwise I would have fallen into a state of deep depression.
Well then... Remember a couple of months ago, when Thomas, Angie, Shiku and Deno were talking about some guy called Mr. Legend? Yeah that's the guy...You guys talked about him heaps, well relatively a lot, that I could not get my mind off this guy who had very special music. The thought of his music not fikaing Ozland at the time, was as irritating as a thorn in the butt. I needed to know what was so special about him. Luckily, Aussies decided to give him a chance. In Feb/March, Mr. Legend came to tour Sydney and Melbourne (hmm these people think that Aussie consists of Melbourne and Sydney and Perth is non-existent) I am not complaining because his Get Lifted CDs hit Perth stores soon after. On Monday while I was window shopping, I came across his CD. I immediately bought the CD. Went to work and had a listen to it. Wow! Special indeed. Thanks for introducing me to his tasteful soulful music.
So, that's the major thing that has happened this week, I have listened to his CD everyday this week at work. Makes me perform better...it seems.
Great CD. I award it 41/2 stars out of 5. For those who don't have it get it.
Cheers.
Well then... Remember a couple of months ago, when Thomas, Angie, Shiku and Deno were talking about some guy called Mr. Legend? Yeah that's the guy...You guys talked about him heaps, well relatively a lot, that I could not get my mind off this guy who had very special music. The thought of his music not fikaing Ozland at the time, was as irritating as a thorn in the butt. I needed to know what was so special about him. Luckily, Aussies decided to give him a chance. In Feb/March, Mr. Legend came to tour Sydney and Melbourne (hmm these people think that Aussie consists of Melbourne and Sydney and Perth is non-existent) I am not complaining because his Get Lifted CDs hit Perth stores soon after. On Monday while I was window shopping, I came across his CD. I immediately bought the CD. Went to work and had a listen to it. Wow! Special indeed. Thanks for introducing me to his tasteful soulful music.
So, that's the major thing that has happened this week, I have listened to his CD everyday this week at work. Makes me perform better...it seems.
Great CD. I award it 41/2 stars out of 5. For those who don't have it get it.
Cheers.
Friday, July 22, 2005
Reading briefs
I found this pieceWangari Maathai's views on Aids . My opnion is we should afford everyone, no matter on what pedestals they stand , a right to their opinon. She got where she is today out of her will to speak her mind and share her spirit. Correct her, set heer on the right track, but dont vilify her (or Thabo mbeki) for their rightfully owned and justified (arent they all) opinions.
Then this is what I call sensational, pointless reporting which appears to have serve other purpose but sucker punch me the african reader . granted such statements are embarrassing and can not be ignored, the article lacks focus and consistenty in theme. So to slap a headline like that on the story betraays an already disparaging outlook into the African mental model.
And this..this is what i call disruptive technology. Si mambo ya ipod this ipod that..Even though Apple stock prices would claim otherwise. Disruptive technology shouldnt just me measured by the degree of culture change, but the purpose of it. African entrepreneurs, be smart, invest in a technology that is changing Africa like no other. Wireless telecoms and communications software. And no you dont have to pay me for the tip. Deno feeling generous today..
Then this is what I call sensational, pointless reporting which appears to have serve other purpose but sucker punch me the african reader . granted such statements are embarrassing and can not be ignored, the article lacks focus and consistenty in theme. So to slap a headline like that on the story betraays an already disparaging outlook into the African mental model.
And this..this is what i call disruptive technology. Si mambo ya ipod this ipod that..Even though Apple stock prices would claim otherwise. Disruptive technology shouldnt just me measured by the degree of culture change, but the purpose of it. African entrepreneurs, be smart, invest in a technology that is changing Africa like no other. Wireless telecoms and communications software. And no you dont have to pay me for the tip. Deno feeling generous today..
Thursday, July 21, 2005
re:uchawi ndio!
for real, that woman made a deal with some dark forces. For a long time, movies have made more than books. But if an anticipated movie Like the Choc Factory can't hold its own against a fiction filled, bulky collection of whooha and rantings, then i guess the reading culture is catching on. It's a good thing dont get me wrong, i just cant understand how people can sit down for hours on end reading 600+ pages of what someone conjured from who-knows wat....that's strength!
I hear JK is now richer than the Queen of England. No mean feat in its own, and more to come not only from sales, but what about the 7th instalment of the series, i hear from a Harry Porter nut that it'll be "the one". So those records wont hold for too long.
Deno, si even us we ramble on about something..am thinking "Harry Kimani kwa Mavurugano ya Abun Wasi"!
ok, gotta work on the title, but it'll be rich with the jungle-lore of 'Aafreeca'!
I hear JK is now richer than the Queen of England. No mean feat in its own, and more to come not only from sales, but what about the 7th instalment of the series, i hear from a Harry Porter nut that it'll be "the one". So those records wont hold for too long.
Deno, si even us we ramble on about something..am thinking "Harry Kimani kwa Mavurugano ya Abun Wasi"!
ok, gotta work on the title, but it'll be rich with the jungle-lore of 'Aafreeca'!
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