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Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Tanzanian school where pupils Squat for 8 hours!

About 720 pupils squat on the floor for eight hours daily
Only 17 teachers for 1,080 pupils; two toilet holes for all



At least 720 pupils at Saranga Primary School in Kinondoni municipality have to endure the pain of squatting on the floor for about eight hours of learning daily.

The school, located about 20 kilometres from the Ministry of Education and Vocational Training headquarters in Dar es Salaam, has ten classrooms to cater for a total of 1,080 pupils, with some classrooms holding more than 200 pupils each against the permitted 45.

Apart from the shortage of classrooms and desks, the school has only two holes of toilets, serving all the students and 17 teachers, putting them at risk of contracting infectious and water-borne diseases.

Wednesday, February 03, 2010

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Dedan Kimathi's last Words

His letter pinned on the wall of the National Archives in Nairobi pricks the conscience of all who read it by its simplicity, selflessness and concern for his son.


The letter, addressed to Father Marino of Catholic Mission, P O Box 25 Nyeri reads:

It is one o’clock night and I have picked up my pencil and paper so that I may remember you and your beloved friends before time is over.

I am so busy and so happy preparing for heaven tomorrow February 18 1957. I only want to let you know that Father Whellam came to see me here in my prison room as soon as he received the information regarding my arrival. He is still a dear and kind person and I did not at first expect it. He visits me very often and has given me sufficient encouragement possible.

burning light

He has provided me important books with more that have set a burning light throughout my way to paradise such as:

1 Students Catholic Doctrine

2 In the likeness of Christ

3 How to Understand Mass

4 The New Testament

5 The appearance of Virgin at Grotto of Loudres

6 Prayer Book in Kikuyu

7 The Virgin Mary of Fatma

8 The Cross of the Rosary

I want to make it ever memorial to you and all that only Father Whellam came to see me on Christmas Day while I had many coming on the other weeks and days. I am sorry that they did not remember me during the birth of our Lord and Saviour.

It is also a pity they forgot me during such a merry day. I have already discussed the matter with him and I am sure he will inform you all.

Only question of getting my son to school. He is so far away from many of your schools but I trust that something must be done to see that he starts earlier under your care etc.

Do not fail to from seeing my mother who is very old and to comfort her even though she is so much sorrowful.

My wife is here. She is detained at Kamiti prison and I suggest that she will be released after sometime. I would like her to be comforted by sisters eg Sister Modester for she too feels lonely.

one favour

And if by any possibility she can be near the mission near Mathari, so that she may be close to the sisters and to the church.

I conclude by telling you only to do me one favour by getting education for my son. Farewell to the world and all its belongings. I say best wishes to my friends with whom we shall not meet in this busy world. Please pass my compliments and best wishes to all who read Wathiomo Mukinyu. Remember me too to the fathers, brothers and sisters.

With good hope and best wishes I remain dear father,

Yours loving and departing convert, D Kimathi.

Monday, December 07, 2009

Economics Simplified

It is the month of August, on the shores of the Black Sea It is raining, and the little town looks totally deserted.

It is tough times, everybody is in debt, and everybody lives on credit.

Suddenly, a rich tourist comes to town.

He enters the only hotel, lays a 100 Euro note on the reception counter, and goes to inspect the rooms upstairs in order to pick one.

The hotel proprietor takes the 100 Euro note and runs to pay his debt to the butcher.

The Butcher takes the 100 Euro note, and runs to pay his debt to the pig grower.

The pig grower takes the 100 Euro note, and runs to pay his debt to the supplier of his feed and fuel.

The supplier of feed and fuel takes the 100 Euro note and runs to pay his debt to the town's painter that in these hard times, gave his services on credit.

The painter runs to the hotel, and pays off his debt with the 100 Euro note to the hotel proprietor to pay for the rooms that he rented for his honey moon.

The hotel proprietor then lays the 100 Euro note back on the counter so that the rich tourist will not suspect anything.

At that moment, the rich tourist comes down after inspecting the rooms, and takes his 100 Euro note, after saying that he did not like any of the rooms, and leaves town.

No one earned anything. However, the whole town is now without debt, and looks to the future with a lot of optimism

Before you get Married, Read this!

When a man
steals your wife, there is no better revenge than to let him
keep her.
Lee Majors



After marriage, husband and wife become two sides of a coin; they just can't face each other, but still they stay together.
Al Gore


By all means marry. If you get a good wife, you'll be happy. If you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher.
Socrates


Woman inspires us to great things, and prevents us from
achieving them.
Mike Tyson


The great question... which I have not been able to
answer... is, "What does a woman want?

George Clooney


I had some words with my wife, and she had some paragraphs
with me.
Bill Clinton

"Some people ask the secret of our long marriage. We
take time to go to a restaurant two times a week. A little
candlelight, dinner, soft music and dancing. She goes
Tuesdays, I go Fridays."

George W. Bush

"I don't worry about terrorism. I was married for two years."

Rudy Giuliani

"There's a way of transferring funds that is even faster than electronic banking. It's called marriage."

Michael Jordan

"I've had bad luck with all my wives. The first one left me and the second one didn't." The third gave me more children!

Donald Trump


Two secrets to keep your marriage brimming
1. Whenever you're wrong, admit it,

2. Whenever you're right, shut up.

Shaquille O'Neal

The most effective way to remember your wife's birthday is to forget it once...

Kobe Bryant

You know what I did before I married? Anything I wanted to.

David Hasselhoff


My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met.

Alec Baldwin



A good wife always forgives her husband when she's wrong.

Barack Obama

Marriage is the only war where one sleeps with the enemy.

Tommy Lee

A man inserted an 'ad' in the classifieds:
"Wife wanted".
Next day he received a hundred letters. They all said the same thing:
"You can have mine."

Brad Pitt

First Guy (proudly): "My wife's an angel!"
Second Guy: "You're lucky, mine's still alive."

Jimmy Kimmel


"Honey, what happened to 'ladies first'?" Husband replies, "That's the reason why the world's a mess today, because a lady went first!"

David Letterman

"First there's the promise ring, then the engagement ring, then the wedding ring...soon after....comes Suffer...ing!
Jay Leno

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Obama: He who inspires...

...even his family does inspire lots of families

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Pride or Prejudice?

A man in the US sees a dog about to bite a lady. He kicks the dog to death. A reporter writes: US CITIZEN SAVES LADY FROM DOG.

The man says, “I am not a US citizen”.
So the report changes to: FOREIGN HERO SAVES LADY FROM DOG.

The man says, “Actually, I am from Pakistan.”

Next day’s headlines scream: TERRORIST ATTACKS LOCAL DOG.
.

Imagine this Animosity...

This happened somewhere in Kisii (in western Kenya).

video

There is a guy in the background heard saying: "Choma hii watu, choma kabisaa!"

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Think twice before you Leap

A young man who had been raised as an atheist was training to be an Olympic diver. The only religious influence in his life came from his outspoken Christian friend.

The young diver never really paid much attention to his friend's sermons, but he heard them often. One night the diver went to the indoor pool at the college he attended.The lights were all off, but as the pool had big skylights and the moon wasbright, there was plenty of light to practice by.

The young man climbed up to the highest diving board and as he turned his back to the pool on the edge of the board and extended his arms outto dive, he saw his shadow on the wall..

The shadow of his body, was in the shape of a cross. The man felt a strange feeling, like someone was speaking to him. Instead of diving, he knelt down and finally asked God to come into his life.As the young man stood, a maintenance man walked in and turned the lights on. The pool had been drained for repairs!

Wonder of wonders: Woman to give birth to 12 Kids!

…an unnamed Tunisian teacher in her 30s is said to be expecting a record-breaking 12 babies. The woman is reportedly expecting six boys and six girls after turning to fertility treatment following two miscarriages in two years.
If all the babies are born and survive the woman would be the world’s “Duodecamom”, dethroning Ms Suleman. In January, Ms Suleman — a single mother of six — defied doctors’ predictions when she gave birth to six boys and two girls through fertility treatment…
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Thursday, July 16, 2009

Preparing Your Christian Teen Daughter for Dating

It is in human nature to want to be close to other people. In Genesis, God even says that he created us to be social. He created man and woman to be companions for each other and instituted the bond of marriage. God created the desire for a man to be with a woman and the desire for a woman to be with a man. He did this so we would become married and produce children. But how does dating fit in?

What Is Dating?

Gods wish is that we live in harmony with the people around us. If we follow God’s laws, it makes relationships with other people peaceful and happy. Of course, there may be the occasional problem, but it is nothing that you cannot pray about and work through.

Part of getting along with others includes relating with the opposite gender. This is dating. When you are dating someone, you are simply getting to know them better. You are becoming their close friend and experiencing life with them. You see how they react in different situations, you learn their views on all sorts of topics. Dating does not have to have any sort of romance it is simply getting to know someone of the opposite gender and being their companion.

When dating becomes serious and a couple decide they want to proceed toward marriage, it becomes courtship. During this time, a man and a woman have to make the very serious decision of whether or not they are compatible enough for marriage. After all, marriage is for a lifetime, so it is not a decision to be taken lightly!

Many teens confuse these two things. They feel that all dating has to be romantic in nature, when it does not. Parents should be the ones who set the rules for dating like how old a teen must be before dating, how often their teen can date, and whether they can handle one on one dates in a mature and Christian fashion.

What Kind of Date?

"Where no counsel is, the people fall: but in the multitude of counselors there is safety." (Proverbs 11:14)

Group dates are best for teen girls. It helps them get relaxed around the opposite sex and enjoy social activities with them. With a group date, there’s no pressure to get physical with a member of the opposite sex. Teens can socialize and get to know one another in a very friendly environment. It is a good way to foster friendships that may eventually lead to one on one dating.

Also, group dating allows teen girls to interact with many teen boys. So often, teens latch on to one person and begin dating without even considering that there may be others who are more compatible with them. It is best for them to meet lots of teen boys and interact in group dates so they are able to make an informed decision about the type of boy they would like to date one-on-one.

Faith

It is important to date within your faith. Since eventually your daughter may choose a spouse from her group of friends, they should all share the same faith and values. People who share the same faith and values have a bond that is stronger than those who do not. They will be able to grow together as Christians in the church, pray together, and serve God together. Dating someone outside your faith may lead you away from your faith and away from God.

In the End

The purpose of dating is to get to know members of the opposite gender and become friends with them. When a friendship leads to thoughts of marriage, then a courtship may begin. In the end, God wants a man and a woman to be joined in the bonds of marriage. This is the end goal of the process and will result in a happy future for your teen daughter.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Online guide

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Sunday, February 15, 2009

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Nowadays the food habits, eating culture, working timings, diet keep up, time for exercises that we spend are changed a lot. Due to these reasons many of us are experiencing problems like body fat problems, diet problems, overweight and many more. If you are someone who thinks that you are being left alone because you are fat, then here is the perfect solution for you. Then fine just stop thinking about it and start to think about the solutions for it. This will give you the opportunity to boost up your moral and make sure that you have a wonderful life to live. It is never wrong to go and change if something you like and have is not up to your expectation. So there is nothing wrong with it and for what joy is money for if you are not happy with just having it. They offer services to breast reduction through Beverly Hills breast reduction techniques
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Saturday, January 10, 2009

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Homecoming Part Four


Check out Homecoming Part Three

Mercy spent the whole of the next day shopping: five pairs of trousers for her father and three pairs of shoes to match; three trendy dresses for her mother and two pairs of shoes to match; two pairs of jeans trousers each for her three younger brothers; five loaves of bread; two kilograms of margarine; five kilograms of sugar and two giant-size packets of tea leaves.

That done, she went home and prepared for her journey early the next day. Before she went to bed she made a solemn prayer asking God to grant her a peaceful journey.

She was up and about very early the following day. After her toilet and other preliminary preparations, she was ready to go.

When she got to the stage, there was only one bus that was travelling to her destination. She boarded it.

Throughout the journey she did not pay attention to the beautiful scenery that they passed. Her mind was replete with thoughts of home…home…home. Home sweet home.

She knew she would see changes at home. Every wild idea of what kind of change she would see, traversed the breadth of her mind.

“It will be a whole new experience,” she thought.

“Maragwa…Maragwa. Nani Maragwa?” the conductor shouted at the top of his voice. “Nani anashukia hapa. Ah, dere, twende. Hakuna mtu anashuka.”
[This roughly translates to: “Maragwa…Maragwa. Who is alighting at Maragwa? Driver, it seems there is no one getting off. Let’s continue with the journey.”]

Mercy was jolted from her reverie. Maragwa was her destination.

“Please, let me alight I have reached my destination,” she told the conductor. The driver looked at her angrily and told her, in no uncertain terms, that she was wasting their time.

She pretended not to have heard, paid her fare and got off the vehicle.

Her first impression of Maragwa was that it was dry. The ground was dusty and parched, a sure sign that it had not rained for weeks. Maybe even for months.

She went to a shop that was near the stage, bought a soda and sat down on some stones that were beside the shop.

Nursing her drink, she took in the whole scenery. The shop was new and the shopkeeper was unfamiliar. There was a primary school nearby. She had not left it when she left for the city. Farther left, there was a police station. That was new to her too.

When she left for the city, there had been many trees but now there were fewer trees in the horizon. Where they had once been, there stood buildings of various shapes and sizes.

She paid for the drink and started her climb home. Her home was less than two hundred metres from where she was.

Her baggage seemed even heavier than before. She was tempted to leave part of the load with the shopkeeper and send her brothers to fetch it when she got home. She decided against it for she did not know the shopkeeper well.

On the way home, people kept looking at her in a queer way. She recognized some of them but, because they did not come to her to either greet or help her, she pretended not to know them. Among them she saw people she had turned down when they offered to marry her. Maybe they had never forgiven her.

At last her home loomed in the distance. Her heart started singing and her heartbeats tripled. And, for a reason she could not place, a cold sweat trickled down her spine.

She trudged on painstakingly, wishing that she were already at home.

On reaching the gate, she pushed it open. Its creaking hinges made a hell 0f noise. That did not deter her.

“Anybody home!” she shouted with a touch of liveliness in her voice. “Father…mother…Mwangi...Njuguna…Chege I am home. Mercy Mugure is home!” Silence.
Pregnant silence. Ominous silence. Loud silence. Only the sound of the wind whistling through the trees could be heard.

Gradually her spirits were dampened but she cautiously advanced towards the crannied, dilapidated house. Lines of weakness ran from one corner of the house to the next. The iron sheets were done for: brown with rust.

“Anybody home,” she tried with renewed vigour.

It was a futile attempt.

To be Continued

Drug Rehab

Nowadays many of us are working hard and earning money for our day to day life. But in spite of the money that we earn through our hard work, many are wasting their life by getting into some bad habits. Among that drug is such a main thing, which is causing so many problems to the entire world. For this in order to save us out we all definitely need a perfect guidance provider. At the same not all are that much legalized one’s to cure us from the habit of drug. Recently I visited a site Chapman House INC there is a technique that was originated by Vernon Johnson of the Johnson Institute in Minnesota. Mr. Johnson’s original idea was to create a “controlled crisis” for the Alcoholic who was reluctant to enter into drug rehab. The Chapman House staff is trained in the original Johnson method, as well as techniques developed exclusively by our own treatment team. We are capable of performing intervention on both adults and adolescents. As professional Interventionists, we have witnessed firsthand the method of Intervention, which again is 96% successful. It can be successful for you as well, because there’s one thing that we’re sure about; although each person is unique, the process of addiction is not. This type of Intervention was then modified to address all crisis situations. Intervention, when conducted by a trained professional is 96% successful in convincing a reluctant person to enter into drug rehab. They would welcome the opportunity to answer any questions you may have about drug detoxification, drug intervention, addiction and inpatient drug treatment for adults, co-existing disorders, our exclusive inpatient program for adolescents, and their Executive Drug Rehab at Capo. Thus this site is designed in such a way that we can get to know whatever we need about drugs, their effects and so on. So try them out and make use of it…

Tuesday, January 06, 2009

Homecoming Part Three


Check out Homecoming Part Two

On looking, she saw that it was her best friend, while she was in college.

She was overjoyed and literally ran across the road, arms flying in the air – the traffic the least of her worries!

They hugged and exchanged pecks on the cheeks.

“Bena, where’ve you been, lady? You’ve grown so fat; just look at these shapely er…er… bums!” Mercy teased her friend.

“Don’t say that. Just look at yourself you’ve grown gorgeous, Mugure. Wow! Tell me, who’s the man behind your evident beauty? Who’s pampering you?” Bena asked, her eyes all over Mercy.

Mercy cast a rather icy look at her, softened and said, “Ah, no need to ask. I am behind all this. Let’s just say I am taking good care of myself. Okay, girlfriend?”

Bena grinned and pretended to be satisfied with the answer.

“By the way,” Bena said, “I met with your younger brother, Chege, four weeks ago and he told me to pass his regards to you if we ever met. Now we have. Receive them.”

Jolted, Mercy said, “Oh, you did. What a delight! Did he tell you about people at home?”

“No, he didn’t. When I met him he was in a hurry and he told me he was hurrying to see someone downtown. So, I didn’t want to bother him with questions.”

After sometime they parted ways, promising each other to keep in touch.

That evening, the thought of visiting home came down heavily upon Mercy. She thought about her home; her old parents; her siblings; and the many lives she had shattered.

She brushed that thought away.

“I must only think of the good things about my life at home. The negative should not spoil the party,” she told herself.

….. ….. ….. …. …..
The next day, at the office, she took a week’s off so that she could finalize everything she had in mind.

“People in my village must know that M zee Kuria has a daughter. Not just a daughter, but an affluent daughter at that. I’ll build my parents the best house in the district,” She mused.

That thought whet her appetite for the ‘homecoming’ experience.

To be Continued…

Sunday, January 04, 2009

A Story to Share - Part Two

Check out Homecoming Part One


Her name was Mercy Mugure. She had left her home in the village for the city in a bid to land a big job. Of course she was entitled to a good job. What with the skills, enthusiasm and vim she possessed for secretarial work. Any manager with a head for business would swoop on her, never to let go.

Her speeds in shorthand were breathtaking. Her grasp of language was superb if not excellent.

So, when she presented her certificates and résumé to the managing director of Afuong’o Soap Company, the boss literally blurted: “You’ve got yourself a job, Miss.”

She was head over heels with joy; brimming with joy so to speak. No harsh encounters with a boss who reduces one to an infinitesimal ant. It had been pure luck and a God-send, so to speak.

If the boss’ intention in giving her the job was different from that of just giving her the job, then it was hard to tell.

But, anyway, Mercy Mugure was a woman of class. Beautiful in all aspects of the word. What with sparkling, white eyes that always gleamed with innocence.

Her chubby cheeks were endowed with immaculate dimples reminiscent of the centre of a whirlpool. The milk-white teeth that graced her mouth were exquisitely carved to fit.

Her gorgeous, long, smooth and chocolate-brown legs were sure to excite any man who gave concupiscence and prurience paramount consideration.

Mugure started working for the soap company as head of the secretarial department. She proved to be worth her salt because everything she set out to do was done explicitly and with the precision of a trained marksman.

Her salary was doubled, and then tripled. And the perks started coming in.

She became a woman of repute. Then her boss started making sexual advances. But she put it across clearly that lewd jokes and sentimentality suggested in jest did not work with her. She simply did not like them. Period.

The boss apologized and strived as much as he could to put his relationship with Mugure at business level; no strings attached.

….. …. ….. ….. ….. ….. ….. ….. ….. ….. ….. ….. …..

Two years down the line and she was fairly swimming in opulence, at least for a lady of her age – unmarried as she was.

Mercy put aside some finances to build her parents a decent house when she decided to visit them. And that was God-knows-when!

Three years down the line, no husband and the idea of visiting her parents had not come to her.

Then one day as she was crossing a busy road, someone beckoned to her from across the road.

To be Continued...

Friday, January 02, 2009

A Story to Share

Happy New Year good people. Thank you all for supporting me last year. I look forward to working with you even more this year.

I’d like to start this year by sharing a story with you. I wrote it in 2001. I hope you’ll enjoy it.

The title is:
….
“So tomorrow’s D-day,” she said to herself. She was utterly enthralled and elated by the thoughts that were doing their rounds in her head. She sat down on her bed but found that that was not good enough.

She needed to stand and flex her muscles, if anything, for the next day. Yes, she would need all the energy she could muster. The energy to whoop with joy. The energy to have a chin-wag after another; a rigmarole after another. Yes, the perfect homecoming. She shot from her bed and the words, “Home, here I come!” escaped her mouth.

Slowly she moved to window, a grin playing on her lean lips. After rolling up the blind, she peered outside. Instead of seeing the view outside, she saw the pictures of her father, mother and brothers dancing before her on the window.

These people were very happy. What was that again? Their lips were moving, they were communicating. But there was no sound. She blinked her clouded eyes. When she reopened them, the images were still there – vivid and life-like!

She wanted to say she loved them; that she cared. But she simply couldn’t. How could she even claim that she loved them yet she had spent three solid years away from home?

They had been communicating in the first year of her absence from home. But the communication had died off as quickly as it had started.

Tears clouded her eyes and slowly meandered down her chubby face to her chin where they stalled for a bit, made a fat drop and tore through the air to the floor.

In no time her face was awash with tears. She let tears roll freely. As she stood reminiscing the good times with her family so was her resolve to go home strengthened and solidified.

“I must go home…tomorrow!” she said with a firmness that startled her.

To be continued…
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