Great Lakes Adventure...chapter 2

Bujumbura…capital city of Burundi…and a bustling, living city that is just in the final stages of re-establishing order and peace after years of insecurity. I must say that despite the marked difference of development in Kigali and Bujumbura…and by that I mean, under-developed roads, aging infrastructure and power shortages among other indicators, Bujumbura was alive and real. There also seemed to be a lot more police/ army presence in the city…in addition to the UN Mission in Burundi.
Night one, just after we arrived, we began to look for a hotel, and ended up staying at this place, Hotel de l’Amitie, which was not overly impressive and quite over priced considering we were not even being given breakfast. Needless to say we were just there for the night and made a point to find somewhere that was more affordable and that had meals…

In the morning, we moved to the Anglican Church Guest house, much much much MUCH more affordable…and the director there was actually kind of cute.;) the only odd thing about this place, was that we had a curfew….so basically you had to be in before 11 or you would sleep out.

Initially the plan was to be there for two days, and then head over to Bukavu, but because we were soo busy with meetings, we decided to stay in Bujumbura for the weekend (Saturday..) and sightsee. We went to the market…and shopped!!! And then we went to the beach (la plage…) and had some of the freshest fish I have ever eaten! We even witnessed part of a traditional Burundi-an wedding.

Next day we were on the road again..this time heading to Bukavu in Easter DRC.
Quite the adventure to put it mildly; let’s just say that what was supposed to be a 3 hour trip ended up being a 7 hour ordeal, featuring ‘friendly and thirsty’ border officials, entry visa scams and phantom vaccinations.
Grace a Dieu (thanks to God), we made it to Bukavu before nightfall. EXHAUSTED but safe!

Chapter 3, Eastern DRC coming up

Great Lakes Adventure...chapter 1

My absence from the blogosphere for so long…this time,…has thankfully not been because of laziness, nor has it been caused by poor internet connections. I have been preparing to embark…and actually embarked on…a 2 week Great Lakes Region Adventure.
So I decided to take my time to try and compile some of the thoughts and experiences and realizations that came to me as I journeyed…and now…sitting in a speed boat upon Lake Kivu…with my old but trusted Ibook….i present to you part 1.

So…why am I on this adventure?.
As most of you ,know…I moved back to Kenya permanently to resettle here and find work and be in the land that I love. So as I have been hunting for the elusive ‘perfect’ job, I have been working with my dad…being the glorified family KYM…and loving EVERY moment of it…particularly the flexibility that it affords.

So then this phenomenal opportunity presented itself about 3 weeks back…to assist an institution called KIPPRA, along with Kenya Pipeline with some research that they were carrying out in the region…East and Central Africa. Why me? Well…in 3 of the countries that were part of the study….French is the preferred or official national language and wouldn’t you know it…..there was no French speaker in the team.
So…despite the fact that research is not my passion….and the professional fee was not going to be very much at all…here was an awesome opportunity to start working towards one of my personal goals ‡ to see all countries in Africa by 2016 (…any takers?)

Flight, accommodation and per diem taken care of….we boarded the plane for Kigali on Sunday 29th of October. Team of 7… 3 research assistants, two KIPPRA staff and 2 KPC staff.
The flight went from NBI to Kigali via Bujumbura was relatively uneventful and we arrived by about 4pm.

Rwanda, land of One Thousand Hills, is a BEAUTIFUL country. Smooth roads; lovely, humble people who are literally amazing, especially if one really thinks about the fact that it has only been 12 years since the official end of the genocide. The country and its government has made extraordinary strides to development and reconstruction of its infrastructure as well as a decided effort to restore pride in the country….not as Hutu or Tutsi…but as Rwandese. The order that is so evident everywhere is admirable…first thing you think is …can Kenya take a leaf out of this book?
But then there was also a slightly unsettling feeling that popped up as I was thinking about what I was witnessing in Kigali….is it really this organized…or is this artificial order? A façade for the benefit of the foreign investors and groups that are flocking to invest in what promises to be one of the region leaders.

We stayed at this guest house cum motel …One Hill, and it was clean, simple and very affordable. Had some extremely successful meetings (…big ups to the staff at the Kenyan Embassy, really helpful, knowledgeable and welcoming), visited the Kigali Genocide Memorial and learned a lot there about the history of this country. We even visited the “Mille Collines’ Hotel which is more popularly known as Hotel Rwanda.

Next stop, after 3 days in Kigali was a drive to Bujumbura, Burundi. Quite a drive, but the roads are phenomenal albeit extremely hilly and winding. Oh….how can I forget,…the CRAZY driver who thought it was a great idea to overtake at blind corners on a hill at a speed of 130km/.h!!! Wasn’t really impressed with that but thank God we made it just in time to avoid one of the territory border closures….

….chapter 2, B’ura coming up .

ok, i see the Bush Plague is working it's way around the world....mpaka ati now there are blog wars? Vix hook a guy up!Wat war is goin on?who started it and where do i sign up!?
ya i know, am special.they said the same thing about Sputnik and look where he ended up.

of ballers and wisdom

i watched coach carter, ya i know it's old like woa, but i watched it not only for the basketball that i was hopin to learn, but also for the lessons that the real coach carter passed on to his players. This http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0393162/quotes is truly something special!

Triangulation

sup cowi must admit twas a good day in the office after i saw that!good laugh
so how are things goin on in here? after readin viki's breakdown of bold and beautiful, i believe I've arrived at some conclusion:

1. all those actors/cast are nyphos, or atleast their characters are
2. that is inbreeding to a whole new level- they should stop kiddin us that those lovechildren look awesome, whenn we know that they should come out like some quadrapedal cyclops!
3. that is one of the reasons of broken homes in kenya
4. but it is also makin our folks cool!

wonder what cut to wangu, and the other peeps on a vow of silence

A BLOG OF ALL SORTS…

Wow, it feels good to be blogging again. I have been so busy and as a result, have lost my blog mojo. Anyway, here is the 411…

The Power of Prayer

My friend suffered from a subarachnoid haemorrhage (brain haemorrhage) 4 weeks ago. It is like an aneurysm. Apparently, some people are born with it and the affected brain vessels can burst at any time. The neurosurgeon told my other friends and I that our dear friend was not going to survive the operation. You can imagine how that felt…all these emotions-shock, disbelief and grief. I remember praying and feeling and consequently feeling a sense of peace. Anyway, the operation took about 4 hours and it was a success. The neurosurgeon told us that she would be able to talk or walk for quite a while and guess what? Guys prayed for our buddy to have a quick recovery and guess what? She was talking on the 2nd day after the surgery and walking on the 4th day. She was discharged after 3 weeks. The neurosurgeon was like he and the other doctors have never seen anyone recover so fast. Moral: Prayer is really powerful and it works.


Mu-sick

So, some of my friends ask me why I listen to old music. What the hell is wrong with listening to old music?
To understand music, you must be open to listening to all types of music. EWF as you all know is my fave group of all time. To me, music (arrangements, vocals-falsettos harmonised with tenors, the number of modulations or key changes that they have in one song is amazing, the members were talented-one guy could sing, play the trombone, play the base guitar and play the cello) = EWF. Just because I love EWF doesn’t mean ati that I listen to old music 24/7/365. I do listen to contemporary music. However, most of the songs these days lack sincerity and creativity. The good contemporary musicians for example the Legends, the Bailey-Raes and Wyclef Jeans are not given the media recognition they deserve. That is, here in Australia. Anyway let me stop rambling I was really pissed off at how my friends attacked me for listening to old music.

On a lighter note…


The BOLD and BEAUTIFUL relationships as of now…

Eric Forrester married to Stephanie Forrester = Ridge, Thorn, Felicia and Christine.

Christine marries some guy with HIV, adopts and African child and disappears from the program.

Ridge hooks up with Brooke Logan, then they break up when he meets Taylor and marries her = Thomas and girl twins.

Eric separates from Stephanie and marries Brooke Logan = Eric Jnr and Bridget.

Taylor ‘dies’ in a plane crash I think, Brooke divorces Eric and marries Ridge, then she falls for Thorn, marries him and divorces Ridge.

Taylor comes back to life and her life continues with Ridge.

Taylor ‘dies’ again. Brooke decides it’s Thorn no more. She goes single…you might think.

Eric Jnr, when he is all grown up, meets a chic called Amber and marries her. Amber’s ex is called Deakin, by the way. Deakin falls madly in love with Bridget and marries her. Deakin thinks Brooke is sexually attractive, so he sleeps with her. Their union produces a girl child. Bridget is pissed off, divorces Deakin.

Brooke is all regretful and s**t about the above incident. She falls madly in love with Ridge and they get married again.

Then comes a twist.

Stephanie slept with some Italian guy called Mossimo Morone when she was with Eric. So, it happens that she got pregnant and Eric thinking it’s his child marries Stephanie. You guessed it. Ridge is not Eric’s child.

Mossimo is married to this woman whose name I can’t remember. Let’s call her Eve.
Mossimo and Eve have a son called Nick. So, Nick is Ridge’s half brother.
So, something bad happens to Ridge and everyone thinks he is dead. So, Brooke in her so-called grief sleeps with Nick and gets herself pregnant.

But noooo…Ridge is alive and well and pissed of at Nick but forgives Brooke and they live happily ever after… or not!

Thomas, Ridge’s son starts to sleep with Amber. Bridget falls in love with Nick and they decide to get married. On the side, Deakin and Eve almost have a ka-thing.

Eric and Stephanie kosana and Eric starts to sleep with Eve. Then…wait for this…Taylor comes back to life. She comes back with this Italian guy called Dante. So, Ridge has to choose between Brooke and Taylor and to please his mum. He chooses Taylor. But Ridge is not in love with Taylor, so their relationship is not so smooth. Brooke at this time starts to fall in love with Nick. Ridge leaves Taylor and starts hounding Brooke.

Felicia comes into the picture and sleeps with Dante. They have a baby and get engaged. Dante starts to fall in love with Bridget and they begin to have a secret affair.

Brooke’s father comes into the picture. He sleeps with Eve and Taylor. Brooke and Nick get married.

To the above complex Bold and Beautiful relationships, my housemate says, ‘everyone in Bold is going to hell!’

Cheers.

Try this out

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will triangulate
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Don't forget to enter your country code before the number (e.g. in SA 082 123 4567 becomes +2782 123 4567).
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It's amazing what Americans will do in the name of antiterrorism....

After the Love is Gone

After the Love is gone

My Obsession?? Yes!

I Love these guys and what a beautiful song. Check out the original though. Which one is better?
Cheers guys.

Im no soothsayer but....SEPTEMBER 12th!

I have always been fascinated by the well backed doomsday
conspiracies; Just as there are those that enjoy to see idealistic
thought experiments fail - i see these conspiracies as complex
logical constructions that will either succeed or crumble by their
blatant assertions. As in u can't have an ambivalent / wishy-washy
prediction, so the stakes are always high.

I grew up going to NPC Valley Road in the days of a certain Barry
Smith, a bible scholar in every sense of the word. Dude knew his
bible. This guy would then use his technical, historical and
political stanpoints, weave these together into an incredibly
believable argument regarding an ESTIMATE period for the return of
Christ. He was a really entertaining guy with an awesome sense of
New Zealand type humor. I think he is the only reason i give any of
these uber-conservative theories the time of day..

Anyway remember Kenyans readying their bunkers for September 12th?
and me having a go at them...well... - behold the power of search -
What appears to be a subscriber to the beliefs of the House of Yahweh
"stumbled" across the post and left a long comment. I thought i
should share:

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NUCLEAR WAR BEGINS SEPTEMBER 12, 2006

Abilene, TX August 14, 2006 ﷓ Yisrayl Hawkins, well known Bible
scholar and author reports that the Bible predicts the exact date and
the location that nuclear war will begin. Hawkins states that the
current crisis in the Middle East will go nuclear on September 12,
2006 in the area around the Euphrates River. Calling upon his 50
years of biblical research, Hawkins correlates numerous Bible
prophecies with world events to support his claim.

According to Yisrayl Hawkins the Countdown to nuclear war began with
the signing of the Oslo accords on the White House lawn on September
13, 2003. He says that the book of Daniel shows that although this is
a seven﷓year agreement, it would take fourteen years to be fully
carried out, ending on October 13, 2007. He then cites prophecies in
the book of Revelation showing that nuclear war would begin a year, a
month and a day prior to the end of the Oslo agreement.

Yisrayl Hawkins has a worldwide following. His Prophetic Word Program
focusing on peace through education, is broadcast 24 hours a day on
the Hotbird 6 satellite reaching Europe, North Africa and the Middle
East. On July 16, 2006, the BBC website reported on the activities of
followers of The House of Yahweh in Kenya, who are taking this
message seriously and preparing for this event.

Yisrayl Hawkins has met with dozens of leaders in the Middle East to
discuss the biblical way to peace, including The Prime Minister of
Israel, The President of Israel, Chief Rabbis of Israel, Islamic
Cleric, & Leaders, Government Ministers, Directors of numerous
International Research Centers arid Agencies Arab Leaders, City
Mayors, Ambassadors and Embassy Consuls, Chairmen of Parliamentary
Committees, Founders & Directors of Universities. Colleges & Schools,
Community Leaders, Members of Parliament and many others.

Full details can be found in his August 2006 newsletter which is
available by visiting his website www.yisraylhawkins.com

--

VALUABLES (FAMILY JEWELS) PROTECT AT ALL COSTS

Yet a few more hours spent on utube...this one was one of the highlights of that fine hour of mouse potatoing...

RE:solidarity with house of Yahweh

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

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?

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....

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

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 -

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.

AAARGH I can't take it any more

Well this world cup has finally taken its toll on me. I'm not too sure tollis the word for this but what the heck.

Iits quarter finals right, and i want five teams to make it to the semi's but they are playing each other!!!!!!!! AAAAAARRGGGHH

Like how in the world am I going to survive the Brazil vs France Game
or the Germany V Argentine, most of all how am I going to srvice teh England Portugal game? For those who do not know ENGLAND is my team. I don't expet us to reach the final but c'mon we just have to make the semi's.


WHAT TO DO

My friend just isn't watching the Brazil France game. Probably because he really wants France to win but the odds are against him and he won't admit it. (shiku must be hating me right now) I like france and I like Brazil same way I like Germany and Argentina....OOHHH just call it the semis and let me feel better.

WHY on earth did anyone invent sport to start with. UNNECESSARY DRAMA!

Later .....

Go England Go England go go ...

to be or not to be, that IS the question

so one of my friends forwarded this to me (it's video clip), and if you ever felt pressured into doing or being something, I think you'll think otherwise after watching this.....that is....once you stop cracking up, 'cause it's hilarious!!

INTIMATE MOMENTS WITH YOUR...

Ohhh…I know what you are thinking. The title to this blog is not intimate moments with your man or woman as some of you might’ve been thinking. This blog’s title is Intimate Moments with your TVD (i.e. TV + DVD = TVD). Yes, some of us are not as ‘double’/in relationships like some of you. Single people like me, love to spend time with their TVDs, just as you love to spend time with your significant others. Since I have an almost non-existent social life, every weekend is TVD weekend and boy my TVD never fails to make my weekends exciting (yeah…I can hear some ‘double’ people laughing at me right now, thinking, ‘what a freak. Well what am I supposed to do? I really am in love with my TVD!). The weekends get even more exciting when I am watching my TVD and eating chocolate (you know, the Cadburys, the Nestlés, the Lindts and the Ferreros. Awwww smooth, melt in your mouth chocolate…very hard to resist). The feeling I get is just…indescribable. ‘Double’ people should try it you know.

Anyway, following in the steps of akina Couch ‘Tato, I just wanted to recommend the following movies, that I have watched so far this year. This blog is reaching out to all the other TVD freaks, because I know I am not the only one but I am sure they have already watched all of them, besides they are indeed TVD freaks. I am also reaching out to people like Kibet, who love watching movies and ‘double’ people.

THE GOOD
Newish
A Love Song for Bobby Long- John Travolta
North Country-Charlize Theron
Jarhead- Jake Gyllenhaal
The Machinist- Christian Bale
The Truth about Love- Jennifer Love-Hewitt
40-year old Virgin- Steve Carell
Walk the Line- Joaquin Phoenix and Reese Witherspoon
Lord of War- Nicholas Cage
Casanova- Heath Ledger
The Legend of Zorro- Antonio Banderas
Rumour Has It- Jennifer Aniston
Just Like Heaven- Reese Witherspoon
Just Friends- Ryan Reynolds
Thumbsucker- Vincent D’Onofrio and Vince Vaughn
Saw II- dunno any of the actors
The Family Stone- Sarah Jessica Parker
Fun with Dick and Jane- Jim Carrey
Underworld: Evolution- Kate Beckinsale
Big Momma’s House II- Martin Lawrence
The Da Vinci Code- Tom Hanks
Mr and Mrs Smith- Brangelina
Memoirs of a Geisha- Zhang Ziyi
Chronicles of Narnia- Tilda Swinton
Shopgirl- Clare Danes and Steve Martin
The Weatherman- Nicholas Cage

Oldish
The Jacket- Adrian Brody
Young Adam (why? because of the good storyline) - Ewan McGregor
Snatch- Brad Pitt
Marci X- Damon Wayans and Lisa Kudrow
Third Wheel- Luke Wilson
Juwanna Mann- Vivica A. Fox

THE BAD
Stage Beauty- Clare Danes
The Upside of Anger- Kevin Costner
Stay- Ewan McGregor

THE UGLY
Young Adam (why? because there were too many sex scenes-very irritating)
Waiting- Ryan Reynolds
House of Wax- Paris Hilton (no wonder it was crap)
I do but I don’t- Dean Cain
Cake- Heather Graham

I recommend that you watch all of them if you can because my goods may be your uglys and my bads may be your goods. Now I am off to watch the likes of Munich and Goal among others. What movies do you recommend I watch?
Got to go the TVD is calling. Cheers!

Found her Before Denis Did

You know how Denis has a penchant for finding this undiscovered artists with great sound and just what I love to hear.... I found one before he did HEHEHE. Ok so its not a competition but I have a hard time not winning so here I go again.

You loved, John Legend, you loved Shu, have a listen to Corrine Bailey Rae you wont be disappointed.

On the real though, my best friend Melissa introduced me unlike KG I didn't discover her on my own.

And lawyers made my week

My strongest urge to blog always checks in when am sitted on the hard benches of the criminal court in the city centre, like today and trying not to get irritated by
a) the pungent smell of remandees deprived of a variety of sanitary luxuries,
b) the Prosecutors lamest excuses for not producing his witnesses in court,
c) the mumbling of the witnesses while i struggle to scribble notes,
d) the guy sitting beside me dosing and always finding his head ON MY SHOULDER!!!!, etc

Wednesday i had a fresh irritation...well, fresh but sad. You know how we cry that Prosecutors in this country are incompetent; today i encountered a totally lost Advocate attempting to prosecute a matter on behalf of a governmental agency. This guy had totally no idea bout how to lead evidence. Almost all witnesses he called turned out to be useless because they were the wrong person to produce the documentary evidence. The Magistrate actually took time out to give the guy a quick class on evidence. The poor guy had to close his case without much documentary evidence. Sad day.

But Oh! Thursday compensated for the sad Wednesday. Guess who decides to stand in front of a bulldozer at 2am in the morning! Tsk tsk tsk.... one of my good old Professors! So this guy gets a call in the wee-est hours of the morning that some church is to be demolished by City Council and jumps out of bed- bundles his security detail out of their slumber ... and quicky rushed to the scene of the drama. Prof, upon reaching the scene, while still panting tries to reason & negotiate with the askaris. When this doesn't work he lifts his hand (hitler fashion), positions himself right on the monsters path and dares the askaris to continue.


Shock on the man... for the askaris either have no clue who this mad guy is; or they jua him but need to get back to swatch and thus have zero time for politics. NWAY! In the darkness of this busy night, the Hon. Prof gets bundled into the mouth of the bulldozer (for want of the right word!) and the story thereafter is the subject of a few hospital sheets, many press conferences and several good laughs.

You'd imagine that the Prof. would take up the matter with his peers (Minister for Local Govt or at worst the Mayor/ Town Clerk) instead of negotiating with Askaris (and later on branding them as drunkards at work). But again, what doesn't kill you can only makes you stronger (or wiser). Am confident the guy has gotten a hint or two on how not to stop midnight demolitions.