`Do you know how many children rise each morning blithe and gay? This stanza from a hymn by Willem Hey distorts my thinking. True to my dictionary confirmation gay is happy but I am told gay has a stronger meaning `homosexual’ which completely stole and enveloped the first meaning-happy
`You look so gay’ I commented on my friend`s jovial mood but all I got was `what? Why? How? I am not gay .He looked so freaked out by my words. `I meant you look so happy ‘ I said calmly as if to calm down his racing heart beat, but this just confused him more why on earth should I call him gay then tell him he looked happy? My friend is not alone, most of us are homophobia, and reason homosexual bashing is getting worse all over the world.
Gay bashing is a hate crime where the victim is the sinner, reasons crimes against homosexuals go unpunished until someone is found beaten and burned. In our African culture a homosexual is seen more of an outcast. The thought of a daughter/son bringing the same sex person home as a wife/husband to be, can rush many parents to the grave. This notion has worsened the scenario than solving it as many homosexuals hide in marriage skins. The pain of leading two parallel life’s get complicated day by day and when one is caught by the `real’ wife/husband the damaged caused is too bitter to swallow.
With all the pronounced homosexual activities within our eyes, freedom to love is a Christmas gift we can heartedly offer to homosexual community. A great ideal idea is for them to set a day for awareness, like most western countries do. I was privileged to attend one in Sweden recently. The demonstrators were tightly secured with policemen fencing them in all the way to block any form of bashing .They marked their day in all forms of insane celebrations-smoking, hard drinking, nakedness and romanced in full naked eyes of curious spectators. They walked in pairs, grouped according to their professionalism, priests among them also stood tall and strong to shout out their voice of love and freedom to love
`Love is love’ placards and songs filled the air. I stood there in disbelief, with a clear confusion of what people are homophobic for. This `freakish’ behavior or the homosexual act itself. I gazed at them motionlessly speechless. Though is not the kind of awareness I had in mind when I suggested one in our country it was a clear line why they consider themselves a happy community. To them and to many the demonstration was all about merry making –all gay!
Monday, October 6, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
sex in the champagne room
My groom nite come with awesome surprises.I followed my friends blindly.The trail lend us in to a strip club.Iam told this where I needed to be to harden my `soft’ me through out marriage challeges.
At the entrance, there was this busty scabtily clad chick kinda an ex-stripper who was too old to strip any more and seemed to never want to leave this `industry’. We paid 1000 thousand shillings each and got in. We sat strategically around the stage .Our eyes wide open-too keen to miss a move.After the stage show we settled down for drinks,then a stripper got off stage straight to our table.She twisted her small butt leaking her fingers seductively.`Want a lap dance?’ She directed the question to me.I trembled `y-e-e-s ‘ without a much care on the do.Her pierced tongue was a plus.Once a friend told me ,if a girl has a pierced tongue,she’ll probably suck your dick.This boiled my blood !
She pulled me off to a private room which was partitioned to separate us from the rest of the people.She starts her `do’ without wasting time.She rubbed her tits on my face, before settling on my laps.she `rides’ on me in a rhythm which rocked my mind.I felt every inch of my `man’ grow.My panties become so full that I feared a burst out! She was all over me breathing like a fighting bull.my `man’ turned painfully stiff.Who pays handsomely to be hard tortured? Only desperlate fools like me!
The music got louder and her moves become more fierce.I urgently needed relieve-a real touch to `get me off’ .I needed to do something-and first.But what? The rule here is stern strict.She can touch but you can’t touch! Who place a cookie in a kid’s mouth and tell her not to taste? Do they call it champhane room or torture room? The latter could have prepared me better.I was trully suffering .She knew it and loved it.then a prime plan flashed my bursting head –to unzip my `longie’ secretly and strike.I tried but failed.She couldn’t get off me.Her small ass was all over me.Then she brought her pelvis very near my face.I thought since she was in a stricking distance I would have a `taste’. I sticked my tongue hungrily and leaked her generously. She yelled –a happy yell! But this attracted the bouncer who had ignored us all through.He headed straight to my face with a fist.I pushed her and dashed out flying.My friends saw me and followed,shocked and eager to hear it all.I was so shocked to utter a word.I revenged on my car hitting it hard with a darm! Darm! Darm! Curse
My `man’ was so shaken to want anything anymore.I heard it shrink and slept.
I tied the knot the following weekend –more knowledgable and vowed to never try that kind of `hard stuff' again.I would tell you buddies no matter what a stripper do to you,no matter where she touches you, never think of sex in the champhane room! It will only hurt you-better still if you are not cabbage headed like me, never get lured to that room! It all torture!
While Iam still at it-I would lie if I say I wrote this willingly.I checked with a buddy on a topic,idea to write on and he happily texted `sex in the champane room' as I gave my `testimony' I couldnt help asking why you choose on this topic.Have you gone through such? eehh have you?
At the entrance, there was this busty scabtily clad chick kinda an ex-stripper who was too old to strip any more and seemed to never want to leave this `industry’. We paid 1000 thousand shillings each and got in. We sat strategically around the stage .Our eyes wide open-too keen to miss a move.After the stage show we settled down for drinks,then a stripper got off stage straight to our table.She twisted her small butt leaking her fingers seductively.`Want a lap dance?’ She directed the question to me.I trembled `y-e-e-s ‘ without a much care on the do.Her pierced tongue was a plus.Once a friend told me ,if a girl has a pierced tongue,she’ll probably suck your dick.This boiled my blood !
She pulled me off to a private room which was partitioned to separate us from the rest of the people.She starts her `do’ without wasting time.She rubbed her tits on my face, before settling on my laps.she `rides’ on me in a rhythm which rocked my mind.I felt every inch of my `man’ grow.My panties become so full that I feared a burst out! She was all over me breathing like a fighting bull.my `man’ turned painfully stiff.Who pays handsomely to be hard tortured? Only desperlate fools like me!
The music got louder and her moves become more fierce.I urgently needed relieve-a real touch to `get me off’ .I needed to do something-and first.But what? The rule here is stern strict.She can touch but you can’t touch! Who place a cookie in a kid’s mouth and tell her not to taste? Do they call it champhane room or torture room? The latter could have prepared me better.I was trully suffering .She knew it and loved it.then a prime plan flashed my bursting head –to unzip my `longie’ secretly and strike.I tried but failed.She couldn’t get off me.Her small ass was all over me.Then she brought her pelvis very near my face.I thought since she was in a stricking distance I would have a `taste’. I sticked my tongue hungrily and leaked her generously. She yelled –a happy yell! But this attracted the bouncer who had ignored us all through.He headed straight to my face with a fist.I pushed her and dashed out flying.My friends saw me and followed,shocked and eager to hear it all.I was so shocked to utter a word.I revenged on my car hitting it hard with a darm! Darm! Darm! Curse
My `man’ was so shaken to want anything anymore.I heard it shrink and slept.
I tied the knot the following weekend –more knowledgable and vowed to never try that kind of `hard stuff' again.I would tell you buddies no matter what a stripper do to you,no matter where she touches you, never think of sex in the champhane room! It will only hurt you-better still if you are not cabbage headed like me, never get lured to that room! It all torture!
While Iam still at it-I would lie if I say I wrote this willingly.I checked with a buddy on a topic,idea to write on and he happily texted `sex in the champane room' as I gave my `testimony' I couldnt help asking why you choose on this topic.Have you gone through such? eehh have you?
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Accept day-to-day changes!
Accept day-to-day changes!
You may not have chosen the change that is happening to you but do get to choose your beliefs around it-you can rewire your mind to think more optimistically if you focus on change in positive way-Bonvoisn says-An optimistic attitude is the first tool you need to tackle change!
Change bring good-bad things into our life. A lot happens on a daily basis. Life throws us on a curveballs and takes us through happy- sad momens .Focus on the good-happy changes and strongly believe you are strong and capable of getting through anything. We have muscles within us that help us overcome change and the stronger they are the easier it becomes to overcome change. Depression and defeat portrays weak muscle. All you need is to strengthen them by focusing on happy moments, thinking positive and training on positive attitude, whether you have survived an earth quake-like disaster there is some moment of truth you can call up to remind yourself how much you can handle.
Life is like a long river and we are all in a boat floating downstream says Bonvoisn –we can cling to a rock and refuse to keep going or furiously row upstream trying to get back to some place we can never reach or we can let go of oars and realize that we are being carried toward everything we want. Refusing to accept change does not make it go away. Fighting the current does not help your life get back on track. The More quickly you choose to accept change the less the pain and hardship will be
In time of change you tend to think you are alone. Your mind feeds you with things like-no one else have ever gone through this. Questions like why me? Follows throwing you into a self pity fall. Defeat and depression follows suit. Your once bright life become history, some quotes like `she went berserk after loosing her husband’ `he could not bear the pain of loosing all his properties –he hanged himself` are so common in our society. Create an environment that supports change, assemble your change support team, and think about the most positive encouraging people you know if possible people who have gone through the same change that you are in.make a choice to spend time with them; share your change with them and learn from them –chances are you will be eager to help others.
Next time you are attacked by this self-pity pang –all about me mentality perform an act of kindness for someone .when you reach out you feel connected to the society which in turn speeds your own soul.
You may not have chosen the change that is happening to you but do get to choose your beliefs around it-you can rewire your mind to think more optimistically if you focus on change in positive way-Bonvoisn says-An optimistic attitude is the first tool you need to tackle change!
Change bring good-bad things into our life. A lot happens on a daily basis. Life throws us on a curveballs and takes us through happy- sad momens .Focus on the good-happy changes and strongly believe you are strong and capable of getting through anything. We have muscles within us that help us overcome change and the stronger they are the easier it becomes to overcome change. Depression and defeat portrays weak muscle. All you need is to strengthen them by focusing on happy moments, thinking positive and training on positive attitude, whether you have survived an earth quake-like disaster there is some moment of truth you can call up to remind yourself how much you can handle.
Life is like a long river and we are all in a boat floating downstream says Bonvoisn –we can cling to a rock and refuse to keep going or furiously row upstream trying to get back to some place we can never reach or we can let go of oars and realize that we are being carried toward everything we want. Refusing to accept change does not make it go away. Fighting the current does not help your life get back on track. The More quickly you choose to accept change the less the pain and hardship will be
In time of change you tend to think you are alone. Your mind feeds you with things like-no one else have ever gone through this. Questions like why me? Follows throwing you into a self pity fall. Defeat and depression follows suit. Your once bright life become history, some quotes like `she went berserk after loosing her husband’ `he could not bear the pain of loosing all his properties –he hanged himself` are so common in our society. Create an environment that supports change, assemble your change support team, and think about the most positive encouraging people you know if possible people who have gone through the same change that you are in.make a choice to spend time with them; share your change with them and learn from them –chances are you will be eager to help others.
Next time you are attacked by this self-pity pang –all about me mentality perform an act of kindness for someone .when you reach out you feel connected to the society which in turn speeds your own soul.
Enjoy today for it is a gift,that's why we call it the -Present!
Life is like a book full of different chapters and characters. Some tell of tragedy while others of triumph. Some Chapters are dull and ordinary yet others, intense and exciting. The key to being a success in life is to never stop on a difficult page, to never quit on a tough chapter. Champions have the courage to keep turning the pages because they know a better chapter lays ahead-author unknown
Jill, a colleague of mine surprised me with a shocking question `when does life really start?’ Huh! Wordless Jane, another colleague, jumped in with the answer, “life starts at forty, and we are yet to be there’. I skeptically looked at Jill waiting to hear his opinion. Then it came, “our time is gone! Yesterday defines our life, our country was good, the economy was better and tribal hatred was unheard of.” This turned into a serious discussion on attitude towards life.
I thought of Katherine Manfield who said “could we change our attitude, we should not only see life differently, but life itself would come to be different.” I challenged Jill on his attitude towards life. I felt that, he came across an exciting page in his life book and concluded it is the only page he ever wants to read. But in life there are rainy days which are naturally dull and dreadful. What would it be if the sun heat us through out our lives? Stubbornly Jill insisted that yester life was better, today is full of suffering and hopeless people. It reminded me of yet another insane comment he made some times back “today is so dull, no gun shots! No rampage in town!”-Jill!
I looked at him sympathetically and offered him some thoughts `Jill your bad attitude will only wreck your today and tomorrow. The future is here now and the past is full of actual deeds -real history! You have to love and live your today to the fullest! Surround yourself with people who love life and you will love it too, become a ‘possibilitarian’ and no matter how dark things seem to be or actually are, lift your sights and see possibilities –wake up everyday expecting surprises from God- not gunshots!’
Jane held on to her belief that life is yet to begin. But her explanation was great, she told Jill, “today may be tough, but we should make the best of it, for a today well-lived makes yesterday a sea of happiness and tomorrow a vision of hope, Jill, hope is created.” She quoted Lin Yutang who said ‘Hope is like a road in the village; there was never a road, but when many people walk on it, the road comes into existence’
I was contented with our conclusion that everyone wants happiness, no one enjoys suffering and happiness mainly comes from our own attitude rather than from external factors. If your mental attitude is correct, even if you remain in a hostile atmosphere you feel happy and will have the courage and strength of flipping the pages till you get to at a better chapter. At least we were in agreement that we have to enjoy today for it is a gift, that’s why we call it the –present!
Jill, a colleague of mine surprised me with a shocking question `when does life really start?’ Huh! Wordless Jane, another colleague, jumped in with the answer, “life starts at forty, and we are yet to be there’. I skeptically looked at Jill waiting to hear his opinion. Then it came, “our time is gone! Yesterday defines our life, our country was good, the economy was better and tribal hatred was unheard of.” This turned into a serious discussion on attitude towards life.
I thought of Katherine Manfield who said “could we change our attitude, we should not only see life differently, but life itself would come to be different.” I challenged Jill on his attitude towards life. I felt that, he came across an exciting page in his life book and concluded it is the only page he ever wants to read. But in life there are rainy days which are naturally dull and dreadful. What would it be if the sun heat us through out our lives? Stubbornly Jill insisted that yester life was better, today is full of suffering and hopeless people. It reminded me of yet another insane comment he made some times back “today is so dull, no gun shots! No rampage in town!”-Jill!
I looked at him sympathetically and offered him some thoughts `Jill your bad attitude will only wreck your today and tomorrow. The future is here now and the past is full of actual deeds -real history! You have to love and live your today to the fullest! Surround yourself with people who love life and you will love it too, become a ‘possibilitarian’ and no matter how dark things seem to be or actually are, lift your sights and see possibilities –wake up everyday expecting surprises from God- not gunshots!’
Jane held on to her belief that life is yet to begin. But her explanation was great, she told Jill, “today may be tough, but we should make the best of it, for a today well-lived makes yesterday a sea of happiness and tomorrow a vision of hope, Jill, hope is created.” She quoted Lin Yutang who said ‘Hope is like a road in the village; there was never a road, but when many people walk on it, the road comes into existence’
I was contented with our conclusion that everyone wants happiness, no one enjoys suffering and happiness mainly comes from our own attitude rather than from external factors. If your mental attitude is correct, even if you remain in a hostile atmosphere you feel happy and will have the courage and strength of flipping the pages till you get to at a better chapter. At least we were in agreement that we have to enjoy today for it is a gift, that’s why we call it the –present!
The famous Mt.Longonot!
The gorgeous low flat plains catch your attention as you approach the Great Rift Valley. Its exceptional scenic beauty offers unforgettable sight. We are headed to the silent wildness of Mt.Longonot with one mission-to hike to the rim of the crater and run two laps in the loop encircling the crater. We are told 5km makes up the distance to the crater and 12km add up the distance encircling it. Hence 34km in total would complete our mission well.
Iam accompanied by three friends; John, Sonya and Cathy. `It feels great to be away from helter-skelter town life’ John said with abroad smile on his face. The hike looked very promising and we were certain it would reveal more beauty. My blood boiled with anticipation. At the park gate, we had to prove our nationality with Identity card. My two friends were non-citizens and that costed them five times our charges. But the beauty ahead was worthy every cent.
Full of energy –like the biblical grain of the mustard-seed, we set off the climb. The start was easy and encouraging. Its beauty completed by zebras grazing and others lying lazily on the ground. We eased the climb more by creating jokes .some cracked our ribs to an extent of robbing us the valued energy for the hike .Cathy seemed so out of her mood that she dint get any humor from the jokes. She turned emotional and boiled with anger when we passed jokes her way. She instead complained of every step she made. All our effort to make her hike enjoyable was fruitless .she worked harder to stay negative and moody. Fearing we might get enticed to her mood, we distanced ourselves from her and hiked on.
The terrain turned so rocky at some point. Some hikers strained hard, breathing emotionally back and forth .some crawled through. A glance at them and a fair judgment of-you are so unfit -crossed my mind. The rocky terrain wind and dust blew the weak hearted ones to a give up corner just when they were about to make it to the crater. ` If you are planning to hike here fitness is a must. a walking stick would also be crucial and would really help through the tough rocks.adviced a ranger
We got to the crater faster and easier than we thought .The vast crater is awesome- spectacular views of rift valley and Naivasha unfold below. Small dwarfish trees cover the crater floor and small steam vents around the walls .As the other hikers shouted –`phew! At last we have made it’ ours had just begun.
It is hot and dry up there. We change to more comfortable wears and setoff the run. A glance at the loop left me thinking-this flat loop `gonna’ be easy. But I was so wrong! The rocks ahead were so steep and no easy to run through. Volcano rocky soil hardened our run further. We run where we could and walked up the steep rocks .Sweat sprayed my skin with each foot strike I made. I ran in a hot mist of my own creation mixed with the dust the rocks were throwing at me. Each step I made revealed a different rock with unique beauty all worth while each drop of sweat and muscle cramps.
The silence and solitude revealed a sense of awe and gratitude. It got incredibly hot .fatigue and dehydration creaped in -wearing us completely out. We alternated running and walking but still our bodies begged for some water desperately. I was giving up on the second loop .The terrain was too tough to repeat. I needed the rocks photos –I needed something to prove to my friends and family that toughness is made of persistence. I knew mouth words would not be taken seriously yet I had no camera with me. I had left it in my bag at the starting point. That meant only one thing-to repeat the loop!
The determination to complete the second loop strengthened me. My legs began to move and my thoughts began to flow. I felt energized and paced on. Sonya retired and slowed down. I dint want to leave her alone in the middle of nowhere. I stood and shouted; `You are strong Sonya, pace on! We got another 12kms to go’. I stood there-Jogged on the spot as I chilled for her. Her face had turned worriedly pale. She wanted to talk but couldn’t. Her mouth was so dry to utter a word. Miraculously a hiker passing pass revived her with some water. Boosted, she assured me of her safety and argued me to proceed with my run. She gave up on the second loop.
`Go! Go! Go! Strong girl, go!’ These are the cheering shouts that greeted me as I approached the finishing point. My friend John had mobilized a number of hikers to cheer me at the home stretch .he was there too, waiting with a gold of the moment-water! My legs wobbled .my head was spinning fast .I could hardly hold firm the water bottle as my hands trembled terribly .I garrlwed a whole half little bottle of water down-which felt like a drop of water in a desert. I packed the rest in my water bag and secured it around my waist. My whole body begged for a stretch and John easily helped me out.
The second loop was as different as two hands from the same source. The terrain, the rocks everything even the hikers. But John insisted the loop was the same one. The hikers were the same we meet and passed on the way. I was the one who was getting different-with weary! The hikers we had passed were astonished to see us on the second loop-running! Their eyes showed admiration .they wished they could at least climb with ease before they consider running. Out of about 200 hikers that day, we were the only ones who considered running through the rocks –not once but twice! It felt great and special to do great things differently.
Suddenly things turned out bad. I started feeling sick and dizzy –I contemplated sitting down for a while. I leaned on the rocks breathless. I needed a rest. John got worried and confused. Just then a hiker passing by comes to my rescue. He had equipped his hiking bag rich with water and fruits. He handed me and orange and advised me to garnish it with salt. I was almost instantly rejuvenated .my stomach felt better and I re-started the run slowly. By this point my legs were letting me know I haven’t done this kind of running before.
Towards the finish some hikers thought it was more fun to run than walk-if not they were so tired and the fastest way to finish was to run. Determined to out do us they took to their heels only to run out of breath barely 1km away. This laid a perfect example of real life-most a time we tend to follow people`s dreams –chasing them step by step without sheer consideration of their past experience. Our finish was a great success.
Sonya patiently waited for us. She looked dead tired and bored. Cathy had long climbed down with heap of complains. Her day had turned out as a cramp –she stubbornly refused to enjoy all the beauty of everything and saw only the negative side of the dusty rocks.
Iam accompanied by three friends; John, Sonya and Cathy. `It feels great to be away from helter-skelter town life’ John said with abroad smile on his face. The hike looked very promising and we were certain it would reveal more beauty. My blood boiled with anticipation. At the park gate, we had to prove our nationality with Identity card. My two friends were non-citizens and that costed them five times our charges. But the beauty ahead was worthy every cent.
Full of energy –like the biblical grain of the mustard-seed, we set off the climb. The start was easy and encouraging. Its beauty completed by zebras grazing and others lying lazily on the ground. We eased the climb more by creating jokes .some cracked our ribs to an extent of robbing us the valued energy for the hike .Cathy seemed so out of her mood that she dint get any humor from the jokes. She turned emotional and boiled with anger when we passed jokes her way. She instead complained of every step she made. All our effort to make her hike enjoyable was fruitless .she worked harder to stay negative and moody. Fearing we might get enticed to her mood, we distanced ourselves from her and hiked on.
The terrain turned so rocky at some point. Some hikers strained hard, breathing emotionally back and forth .some crawled through. A glance at them and a fair judgment of-you are so unfit -crossed my mind. The rocky terrain wind and dust blew the weak hearted ones to a give up corner just when they were about to make it to the crater. ` If you are planning to hike here fitness is a must. a walking stick would also be crucial and would really help through the tough rocks.adviced a ranger
We got to the crater faster and easier than we thought .The vast crater is awesome- spectacular views of rift valley and Naivasha unfold below. Small dwarfish trees cover the crater floor and small steam vents around the walls .As the other hikers shouted –`phew! At last we have made it’ ours had just begun.
It is hot and dry up there. We change to more comfortable wears and setoff the run. A glance at the loop left me thinking-this flat loop `gonna’ be easy. But I was so wrong! The rocks ahead were so steep and no easy to run through. Volcano rocky soil hardened our run further. We run where we could and walked up the steep rocks .Sweat sprayed my skin with each foot strike I made. I ran in a hot mist of my own creation mixed with the dust the rocks were throwing at me. Each step I made revealed a different rock with unique beauty all worth while each drop of sweat and muscle cramps.
The silence and solitude revealed a sense of awe and gratitude. It got incredibly hot .fatigue and dehydration creaped in -wearing us completely out. We alternated running and walking but still our bodies begged for some water desperately. I was giving up on the second loop .The terrain was too tough to repeat. I needed the rocks photos –I needed something to prove to my friends and family that toughness is made of persistence. I knew mouth words would not be taken seriously yet I had no camera with me. I had left it in my bag at the starting point. That meant only one thing-to repeat the loop!
The determination to complete the second loop strengthened me. My legs began to move and my thoughts began to flow. I felt energized and paced on. Sonya retired and slowed down. I dint want to leave her alone in the middle of nowhere. I stood and shouted; `You are strong Sonya, pace on! We got another 12kms to go’. I stood there-Jogged on the spot as I chilled for her. Her face had turned worriedly pale. She wanted to talk but couldn’t. Her mouth was so dry to utter a word. Miraculously a hiker passing pass revived her with some water. Boosted, she assured me of her safety and argued me to proceed with my run. She gave up on the second loop.
`Go! Go! Go! Strong girl, go!’ These are the cheering shouts that greeted me as I approached the finishing point. My friend John had mobilized a number of hikers to cheer me at the home stretch .he was there too, waiting with a gold of the moment-water! My legs wobbled .my head was spinning fast .I could hardly hold firm the water bottle as my hands trembled terribly .I garrlwed a whole half little bottle of water down-which felt like a drop of water in a desert. I packed the rest in my water bag and secured it around my waist. My whole body begged for a stretch and John easily helped me out.
The second loop was as different as two hands from the same source. The terrain, the rocks everything even the hikers. But John insisted the loop was the same one. The hikers were the same we meet and passed on the way. I was the one who was getting different-with weary! The hikers we had passed were astonished to see us on the second loop-running! Their eyes showed admiration .they wished they could at least climb with ease before they consider running. Out of about 200 hikers that day, we were the only ones who considered running through the rocks –not once but twice! It felt great and special to do great things differently.
Suddenly things turned out bad. I started feeling sick and dizzy –I contemplated sitting down for a while. I leaned on the rocks breathless. I needed a rest. John got worried and confused. Just then a hiker passing by comes to my rescue. He had equipped his hiking bag rich with water and fruits. He handed me and orange and advised me to garnish it with salt. I was almost instantly rejuvenated .my stomach felt better and I re-started the run slowly. By this point my legs were letting me know I haven’t done this kind of running before.
Towards the finish some hikers thought it was more fun to run than walk-if not they were so tired and the fastest way to finish was to run. Determined to out do us they took to their heels only to run out of breath barely 1km away. This laid a perfect example of real life-most a time we tend to follow people`s dreams –chasing them step by step without sheer consideration of their past experience. Our finish was a great success.
Sonya patiently waited for us. She looked dead tired and bored. Cathy had long climbed down with heap of complains. Her day had turned out as a cramp –she stubbornly refused to enjoy all the beauty of everything and saw only the negative side of the dusty rocks.
is marriage life long or love long?
Who being loved is poor hearted?-perhaps none! Love –free unconditional love has the magic power to make of a beggar a king. Love without which the intimacy of marriage must prove degrading to both the woman and the man.
Marriage may have the power to `bring the horse to water’ but has it ever made him drink? Many love birds walks in marriage so drunk in love that they assume they have began a love-romance phase and shun marriage responsibilities. They expect so much from their partners while they give so little. For any marriage institution to learn smoothly the spouses must be ready to give and take. They must be ready to balance between work, friends, relatives and their spouses’ .Incorporate your partner in your hobbies -if they are different from your own
A girl-child is tired with the marriage confusion from a tender age. she is constantly told and re-told that marriage is her ultimate goal-thus all her energy in education and all other areas of life must be directed in achieving the best in her marriage, yet little is discussed fully and openly about the function as a wife and mother. She is kept in pitch darkness of her only assert in the competitive field-sex. She enters into life-long relations with a man only to find herself shocked.
Most marriages are sex starved .A great marital disaster! When one spouse is sexually dissatisfied and the other is unconcern and uncaring, it deeply hurt the other partner. In a normal marriage couples fight about anything from `from why the tooth paste was left open to why your mum is coming over again’ but after the fight sex is known to soothe the bad feeling-kind of a new begging-a forgiving ritual ,but when one is deprived of even that, bitterness, resentment and desperation creep in and accumulate with time, leaving the starved partner with only two choices-an affair or divorce-most go for the former and the marriage take a zigzag routes.
Marriage is not a ritual or an end, advised Amybloom .It is a long intricate intimate dance together and nothing matters more than your own sense of balance and your choice of partner. If then you have the right dance partner why is it then so hard to balance the moves? Some find it easier to look for new dance partners rather than help their spouses in balancing, resulting to high records of divorce-a bitter marriage failure.
In ancient time divorce was a history word despite men heading, ruling and controlling a string of wives. They lived in different houses a clear indication of luck of intimacy romance and sex .They were so submissive and stern with their roles. Any duty from their husband was taken keenly with more fear than respect. More inferiority than love but marriages lasted till death struck.
Marriage and love have nothing in common despite that notion that they are synonymous. In fact they are as far apart as the poles are. Some marriages however are as a result of love but to others -the large number, love has been misunderstood, shunned and rarely takes root; if it does it soon withers and dies. It delicate fiber can not endure the stress and strain of the daily grind .The institution continues to learn with out it and introduce other subjects like; jealousy, mistrust, affairs .Soon the learning collapses but the institution continues for society opinion and children`s sake.
Marriage may have the power to `bring the horse to water’ but has it ever made him drink? Many love birds walks in marriage so drunk in love that they assume they have began a love-romance phase and shun marriage responsibilities. They expect so much from their partners while they give so little. For any marriage institution to learn smoothly the spouses must be ready to give and take. They must be ready to balance between work, friends, relatives and their spouses’ .Incorporate your partner in your hobbies -if they are different from your own
A girl-child is tired with the marriage confusion from a tender age. she is constantly told and re-told that marriage is her ultimate goal-thus all her energy in education and all other areas of life must be directed in achieving the best in her marriage, yet little is discussed fully and openly about the function as a wife and mother. She is kept in pitch darkness of her only assert in the competitive field-sex. She enters into life-long relations with a man only to find herself shocked.
Most marriages are sex starved .A great marital disaster! When one spouse is sexually dissatisfied and the other is unconcern and uncaring, it deeply hurt the other partner. In a normal marriage couples fight about anything from `from why the tooth paste was left open to why your mum is coming over again’ but after the fight sex is known to soothe the bad feeling-kind of a new begging-a forgiving ritual ,but when one is deprived of even that, bitterness, resentment and desperation creep in and accumulate with time, leaving the starved partner with only two choices-an affair or divorce-most go for the former and the marriage take a zigzag routes.
Marriage is not a ritual or an end, advised Amybloom .It is a long intricate intimate dance together and nothing matters more than your own sense of balance and your choice of partner. If then you have the right dance partner why is it then so hard to balance the moves? Some find it easier to look for new dance partners rather than help their spouses in balancing, resulting to high records of divorce-a bitter marriage failure.
In ancient time divorce was a history word despite men heading, ruling and controlling a string of wives. They lived in different houses a clear indication of luck of intimacy romance and sex .They were so submissive and stern with their roles. Any duty from their husband was taken keenly with more fear than respect. More inferiority than love but marriages lasted till death struck.
Marriage and love have nothing in common despite that notion that they are synonymous. In fact they are as far apart as the poles are. Some marriages however are as a result of love but to others -the large number, love has been misunderstood, shunned and rarely takes root; if it does it soon withers and dies. It delicate fiber can not endure the stress and strain of the daily grind .The institution continues to learn with out it and introduce other subjects like; jealousy, mistrust, affairs .Soon the learning collapses but the institution continues for society opinion and children`s sake.
Monday, September 22, 2008
African girl child face discrimination from the womb to the grave
Half of African population is devalued-treated as inferior and insignificant.What kind of world are we living in if millions of lives can be extinguished just because they are girls?
The girl child is discriminated against from the earliest stages –through her childhood and into adulthood.
There are many countries where little girls are cherished loved and cared for; they are seen as hope and flowers of future-unfortunately majority of girls live in countries where this is not so.Their condition is critical,desperate,hopeless and oppressive.A girl child face challenges from the womb to the grave.most African women face a lot of harsh treatment from their partners the moment they discover they are carrying a girl child.For surprise births, many women face neglects from the hospital to their marital homes.Today’s girl is tomorrow’s ;wife and mother .why cant we; respect ,appreciate ,cherish and treat them adorably much as we expect from them? Why?
Mothers are the most important part of a; family,community,country,continent and the world as a whole .We look up at them from the time we are days old till we are old enough and ‘wise’ enough to know they are not worthy any respect at all.Some may argue here that they really cherish and love their mothers dearly but the moment you insult that woman on the street ,that woman in the bus, the moment you down look your employee just because she is a woman you are disrespecting your own mother ASwell.what goes around comes around! Respect all women regardless of whom they are to you
Mothers sometimes share the discrimination game blame.They discriminate against their sweet little daughters from a tender age.The poor girls are burdened with household chores from a tender age.They toil and moil while their brothers play happily with their friends .The lucky ones share hard work with their siblings but they don’t get lucky enough, come evening and all household chores are all left to them. Boys surround their fathers and grandfathers and listen to old -days stories.They are sternly warned against doing women chores like; cooking, washing dishes, sweeping and collecting firewood. From a tender age they grow up with the notion women got no value in all other areas. This traditional phenomenal must be buried- buried deep!
Unwillingness of the girl’s family to meet the `burden` of bringing up a girl adds on to the gruesome list of causes.The belief a girl-child should not be educated denies her the knowledge and skills needed to advance their status in the society –education is the only key which would enable her realize her full potential to; think, question and judge independently but she is denied all this. She is at risk if she is lucky to go to school.School atmosphere is at times dangerous .Teachers are as ready as vouchers to pounce on her.She drop out of school –under age pregnancies, this proves the adage –a girl child is better at home. At home is no better they face incest from insane close relatives and they are left helpless with no one to turn to. The menace continues to grow unbridled as parents prefer to stash away their daughters for cheap domestic servants whilst the payment is directly paid to parents –to meet family needs and educate boys. the boys soon forget this kind gesture and look them down when they progress in life. In some African communities girls are forced to marry old men.The value here is not marriage but the dowry the old man is willing to pay in exchange.The poor girl is subjected to marriage responsibility at a very tender age.
One thing is clear-unequivocally clear-Africa would be a lot better placed than the one in which we are living in today if a girl child would be given an equal chance of life just as boys. Girls can not advance without the advancement of women and no improvement in women’s lives will be sustained unless girls have opportunity to achieve their full potential.
Girls carry their mothers and their wisdom –inside them, they lifelong dialogues with them ,turning to them,emulating them and often becoming them-make your presence within your daughters mind and heart a good warm dependable one that she can reach into for the rest of her life.
To help girl child survive and reach her full potential; discrimination against her should be eliminated, negatives cultural attitudes and practices against her should be fully eliminated, discrimination against her education should be a thing of history, violence against her at home, society and in the continent should be strengthened through improving her status. If we successfully practice this, a lot will be achieved in the society in the country and in the continent as a whole-Behind any successful home there is a woman, behind any successful leader there is a woman and behind any successful county, continent there are women. By educating all girls Africa will successfully join the rest of western countries in enjoying a successful economy-then we will be all proud of Africa our mother land!
The girl child is discriminated against from the earliest stages –through her childhood and into adulthood.
There are many countries where little girls are cherished loved and cared for; they are seen as hope and flowers of future-unfortunately majority of girls live in countries where this is not so.Their condition is critical,desperate,hopeless and oppressive.A girl child face challenges from the womb to the grave.most African women face a lot of harsh treatment from their partners the moment they discover they are carrying a girl child.For surprise births, many women face neglects from the hospital to their marital homes.Today’s girl is tomorrow’s ;wife and mother .why cant we; respect ,appreciate ,cherish and treat them adorably much as we expect from them? Why?
Mothers are the most important part of a; family,community,country,continent and the world as a whole .We look up at them from the time we are days old till we are old enough and ‘wise’ enough to know they are not worthy any respect at all.Some may argue here that they really cherish and love their mothers dearly but the moment you insult that woman on the street ,that woman in the bus, the moment you down look your employee just because she is a woman you are disrespecting your own mother ASwell.what goes around comes around! Respect all women regardless of whom they are to you
Mothers sometimes share the discrimination game blame.They discriminate against their sweet little daughters from a tender age.The poor girls are burdened with household chores from a tender age.They toil and moil while their brothers play happily with their friends .The lucky ones share hard work with their siblings but they don’t get lucky enough, come evening and all household chores are all left to them. Boys surround their fathers and grandfathers and listen to old -days stories.They are sternly warned against doing women chores like; cooking, washing dishes, sweeping and collecting firewood. From a tender age they grow up with the notion women got no value in all other areas. This traditional phenomenal must be buried- buried deep!
Unwillingness of the girl’s family to meet the `burden` of bringing up a girl adds on to the gruesome list of causes.The belief a girl-child should not be educated denies her the knowledge and skills needed to advance their status in the society –education is the only key which would enable her realize her full potential to; think, question and judge independently but she is denied all this. She is at risk if she is lucky to go to school.School atmosphere is at times dangerous .Teachers are as ready as vouchers to pounce on her.She drop out of school –under age pregnancies, this proves the adage –a girl child is better at home. At home is no better they face incest from insane close relatives and they are left helpless with no one to turn to. The menace continues to grow unbridled as parents prefer to stash away their daughters for cheap domestic servants whilst the payment is directly paid to parents –to meet family needs and educate boys. the boys soon forget this kind gesture and look them down when they progress in life. In some African communities girls are forced to marry old men.The value here is not marriage but the dowry the old man is willing to pay in exchange.The poor girl is subjected to marriage responsibility at a very tender age.
One thing is clear-unequivocally clear-Africa would be a lot better placed than the one in which we are living in today if a girl child would be given an equal chance of life just as boys. Girls can not advance without the advancement of women and no improvement in women’s lives will be sustained unless girls have opportunity to achieve their full potential.
Girls carry their mothers and their wisdom –inside them, they lifelong dialogues with them ,turning to them,emulating them and often becoming them-make your presence within your daughters mind and heart a good warm dependable one that she can reach into for the rest of her life.
To help girl child survive and reach her full potential; discrimination against her should be eliminated, negatives cultural attitudes and practices against her should be fully eliminated, discrimination against her education should be a thing of history, violence against her at home, society and in the continent should be strengthened through improving her status. If we successfully practice this, a lot will be achieved in the society in the country and in the continent as a whole-Behind any successful home there is a woman, behind any successful leader there is a woman and behind any successful county, continent there are women. By educating all girls Africa will successfully join the rest of western countries in enjoying a successful economy-then we will be all proud of Africa our mother land!
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