Post by politicalmaniac on Dec 4, 2011 22:51:10 GMT 3
It has been a terrific yr for Kenya as a country and for me personally. Been a tremendous yr indeed. We have seen impunity in Kenya take a tremendous hit, we have seen a semblance of rule law and political order begin to emerge, we have seen accountability take a its first step in its nascent journey,
But on a personal note its been nothing but a thunderous success for me personally. And if there is one person to thank it would be my Mom. This thread is dedicated to her, for reasons that will become very clear in a minute or two. Since Jakaswanga used this very board to hurl the most heinous of abuse at you, my loving mom, I will also use the very same board, not to heave epithets at Jakswanga but to defend your honor and celebrate you.
So, thanks Mom hata kama Jakaswanga hurled abuse at me and you.
Jakaswanga has made my life in Jukwaa almost untenable.
I am currently making transition/s and a very important one/s indeed. Huge milestones kabisa.
The arrival of the Rt Hon Prime Ministers names sakes was an earth shattering event, akin that of Neil Armstrong's landing on the moon to make a giant leap for mankind. Every day I look at them they have grown a fraction of an inch or two and their hitherto small underdeveloped lungs, can now belt out monstrous hi-decibel yelps of either joy or cries of hunger or frustration.
I love them to death. The one who ny'onyeshaz' them is also doing extremely well looking after kids afflicted with various blood disorders and growths, both benign and malignant. Infact her mentor was recently eulogized here by Mwalim Tichaz (he he dont laugh at the non existent double entendre). I also just got Perment Head Damage, for which I had to go across the big pond to make part of my defense. Infact the gods smiled upon me and coincidentally, that following Sato I was in attendance when Fergie was honored for his 25th yr in charge of MFC. What a spectacle, I will cherish those memories for ever.
These epic transitions are probably why I wrote this thread jukwaa.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=general&thread=5926&page=1#80243. The decade that I am on the verge of entering is one of turbulence. Its when parents are in the throes of making a permanent transition from this earthly phase, to the next world, where ever that maybe. It’s the time careers take off or tank. It’s the time to welcome new life on this earth. It’s a time of joy and sadness, frustration and jubilation. Although they are close to 6-10yrs older than me, Just ask muthamaki and his fellow band of killers – murderers – arsonist – land grabbers/looters – tribal hegemonists, just how turbulent life in 4th and 5th decade can be.
I guess I have reached that age where the course of my life has it pointing to a particular direction. My sails are up, and the wind is blowing very strongly at my back, propelling me forward with gusto. I know exactly what I want to do, and know exactly what I need to do to get there. As far as the various facets in my life which are under my direct control, I now have the capacity to fully deal with them. Mentally I am at my sharpest. Spiritually I am getting there. Physically I am in tip top shape after hitting the Y with the ‘Myonyeshaji in chief” to help her cut down the post partum adipose tissue. I have lost my hops and barley tire bulge and can now see my dingaling when standing up, something few guys here can do I am sure!! . Blood sugar, BP, cholesterol, roho, figo na kadhalika iko sawa kabisa, and I recently discovered a source for traditional veges - mrere, and the bitter ones from the lakeside (hosuga?). so la vie est bon as they say.
I had been meandering through life without a purpose living the good life of a pseudo ‘single fella’ abroad while the ‘memshap’ was at CG helping out sick kids, my promising career stalled in neutral. If there ever was an underachiever, it was me. I was the poster boy. But my mom, god bless her heart, kept praying and urging me to get back on tract, be accountable, and go for it. It took a good 10yrs. She continuously encouraged me, prodded me, gave me updates of how well my peers are doing back home, in an attempt to jolt me into taking accountability for my sorry ass life. And she succeeded. And that’s why when jackaswanga called me a moth.er *.er I went into a boiling rage. Jakaswanga went where nobody, I repeat nobody has gone. Never before has anyone called me a moth.er *.er in ANY forum, let alone this great one. Recently, when I was across the big pond for the purpose of defending my Permarnent Head Damage endeavors, my good ODM pals who hosted me continued to mercilessly tease me and make make light hearted jokes about this issue. They wanted to know if I would push back. I said yes but actually did not know exactly how. A bunch of them kept pointing out that Jakaswanga is actually a guy from a region called Swanga/Tswanga in S. Nyanza (the female equivalent I was told is nya – swanga) They said he sounds like an arrogant know it all and that he should go there in Meru. They kept on laughing and cackling like hyenas, ‘tell him to go there in Meru’ tell him to go there in Meru’, they kept repeating amidst their boisterous laughter. Me and my pals not tuned into their home frequency just scratched our heads and assumed it was the fine scotch whiskey that that was talking.
Jakaswanga, You really have gotten under my skin. I have lost my Jukwaa mojo ever since your warantless attack. Your brash, foul, potty mouth has enraged me like few things ever have done, on the WWW. For me, Jukwaa is no longer the safe, enjoyable, entertaining place it has been for many yrs. I have debated with myself, and with others, including a few here, on what to do.
Initially I was very determined to wrestle you in the muck and mud. I was determined to inflict equivalent digital pain on you, and make your visits to Jukwaa as inhospitable as possible, for as long as you used that handle, Jakaswanga.
But I changed my mind, thank goodness. I think that my busy schedule the last 2 – 3 months have given me pause to think through this issue.
There are two main reasons why I made that decision, not to wrestle with you in the much and mud.
One, I don’t know you or your mother. I don’t know what kind of relations you have with her. I don’t know what sorts of things you two do together. I don’t know if you engage in horizontal vibratory mambo games with her, and so you assume what you do in private with her applies to each and every male and his mom. And to be honest, I really don’t wanna know, keep those sordid details to yourself. So I will not insult her in the manner you insulted my very loving mum. I will not go there. Period.
So what am I left with? There is no other insult with the same dastardly weight, that I can levy at you, that will spear your heart, that will hurt you, in the most grievous manner in which I was hurt, and make me perhaps feel better.
Jakaswanga, you hurt me man. You deeply hurt me and if that was you aim you succeeded,I gotta say. If your aim was to make it untenable to log in and write a coherent post here you have wildly succeeded. But why me Jakaswanga. Of all the wanna jukwaa why did you think it fit to call me a mot.ther fuc.ker? And then order me to shut the F…K up? Just what did I do to you to deserve that level of abuse, bwana Jakaswanga? Ni nini nilifanyia? Why did you not hurl that type of abuse at say AO? Sadik? Kamale? Why me?
To-date, everytime I open the forum page the first thing that comes to mind is not what job, or AO, or OO, or Mwalim (Tichaz) or phil or Mzee and Nereah and other great Jukwaaists like Hon Miguna have posted. No, its your personal attack on me that FIRST comes to mind. And immediately I feel deflated.
Now that I have ample time on my hands, as I am done with the Permanent Head Damage defense, I should be spending a great deal of time here like before. But I still cant!! Thanks to you jakaswanga, thank you!
The other reason for not exacting the revenge in the way I am devilishly capable of, is that for me to attack you in a persistent vicious manner and make life miserable, would entail bringing disrepute to this board. The radioactive fallout would distract wana Jukwaa from discussing other more pertinent stuff. I love Jukwaa too much for me to stoop that low.
And so, again what recourse do I have? I see that you, a relatively new comer here, not burdened by an iota of truth or accountability, can come to the board, whip your dammed richard and just pee on my head and from the likes of it, get away scot free! Wow you da man bro! I amazed at your craven audacity, your boorish behavior, the melon sized balls you may have to display your dastardly brashness and cavalier attitude towards me. Apparently there are other here with whom yu have tangoed but not at the dastardly level you did with me.
Kweli you are monsieur Teflon. You keep abusing folks and nada happens. Nothing sticks ama the glove just doesn’t fit?
Jakaswanga, when you hurled that abominable insult at me, you delivered a most powerful digital sucker punch to my solar plexus. I was in a daze, perplexed and infuriated as hell. Normally I don’t read your posts, they are a MUST SKIP. I cant stand the way you write so I don’t EVER bother reading your posts. So I missed it. But I read a response to your post by a Jukwaaist here who called you out for your abusive language.
In that post, by the Jukwaaist who called you out, the Admins’ name, OO was invoked. In my red hot rage, I mistakenly thought that was the Admin himself, OO, who had written the post. So I addressed OO. Luckily for me, I was corrected by the honorable Jukwaaist. I immediately retracted my post and apologized to Admin OO for putting words in his mouth. I think he missed my post because he went right ahead and accused me of putting words in his mouth!! But that is besides the point, Jakaswanga.
Jakaswanga, once others and I, called you out for that heinous and most offensive post, you became a sungura mjanja. You hurriedly deleted it. Too bad for you, a jukwaaist had already captured it. Your abuse is now a permanent record her in Jukwaa. And instead of apologizing, you immediately went into a defensive crouch, and tried to foolishly spin, eti MF was an acronym for ‘My Fellow’. My goodness Jakaswanga, are you really serious? You think I and others here are so naïve and stupid? Jeez! For a man with melon size nuts when it comes to hurling abuse with hubris, those nuts surely shrink to pinhead size when it comes to taking ownership of what you write and acknowledging your mistakes. I have actually authored a post here apologizing to the whole board (that includes you and your big brash potty mouth Jakaswanga) and to Admin, when it was deemed I crossed the line
Jakaswanga, as I said, I don’t know you, I am not one you can call ‘My fellow’, and then in the same breathe order me to ‘shut the F….K up’. Where is the logic in that? No Jakaswanga, I aint one of you or yours.I am not one of your “My Fellows” whom you can order to shut the F…K up!
Now, Jakaswanga, let me tell you why your outrageous personal attack on me hit a raw nerve. You see Jakaswanga, my mum is here living with me. She loves to come to my study where I have two rockers. While she occupies one rocker, to lull one of the Rt Hon Prime Ministers names sakes to sleep, the other rocker is occupied by the other (maternal) grandma. Its how I am blessed Jakaswanga, and I am grateful to God for that. Infact their hubbies are here too I have a houseful of guests!! And I wont let em’ go back to Kenya anytime soon, Jakaswanga, its how I roll and its how I am blessed.
For you to then, call me a MF, and for me to then look at my mum, when she is rocking the little ones just drives me nuts Jakaswanga. Its why logging on to Jukwaa is now almost impossibility. Its now a hostile place for me, where digital incendiary bombs of such personal nature can be hurled from one jukwaaist to another, and seemingly with little or no fallout.
For me I have one more thing to say, a free piece of advice.
Jakaswanga, get your milestones going man! You cant stagnate in Piagets Sensory-motor stage I of egocentric exploration. Only a freaking egomaniac stuck in that stage, would order someone they don’t even know or interact with, to ‘Shut the F..K up. What’s up with that?
From my vantage point, whats even more interesting about your seemingly fragile psychological make up (actually a fascinating psychological conundrum worthy of a session with me ) is that you seem to vacillate between Stage I and also straddle Piagets pre-operational stage where a fantasy world, filled with magical thinking predominates. That’s the only way I can explain how you can morph MF from its usual meaning and ‘magically invent’ a new notation – eti it meant ‘My Fellow’. My Fellow, I disagree, sheesh….eti what Jakaswanga? My fellow jukwaaist? My Fellow MF? My Fellow what, Jakaswanga?
You are a screwed up, mean, voluble, Tswangan. I just hate the way you write – I took the liberty to go through some of your posts before I wrote this rejoinder. I hate your convoluted posts, they are emetic. I hate your pathetic attempts at gallows humor, your use of words or phrases to project an ivory tower titan (eti Norte Americano). Pathetic tomfoolery. But most of all I hate your outlandish brash arrogance. And what a veritable coward your are!! If only you owned up and apologized to me, this issue would have died a long time ago. But you are a cowardly sungura mjanja.
So you may ask what will I do, now that my digital home has been vandalized by this lout. I am spending X-mass with my ailing and fragile grand parents (they needed 2 nurses on the plane or the US embassy refused to issue visas) my parents, siblings, cousins and the 15 or so youth I have hauled here to start a new life. All of them will be at my digs. I don’t know where they will sleep yet, but having 4 generations of both sides of my family from Western and from Pwani where the myonyeshaji in chief family comes from. I am blessed Jakaswanga, extremely blessed. I get to go to the mosque Fridays and Service on Sundays, the food dishes that come from my over populated kitchen is to die for.
Jakaswanga, another good piece of news.
Well, my document with the eagle stamped on its front clutching leaves and some herbs, arrived weeks ago. So I can, and will, be a foot soldier, and fundraise, help organize for the man from Kogelo. As part of my new gig, I will be spending 2-3 weeks of every quarter of the yr, in NBI( I will be at the Rt Hon Prime office as well as OP, for sure I will meet my hero!!), Dar, and Kigali. I had hoped to cover for Jukwaa, events post Hague verdict from home, investment and micro financing news and opportunities, the impending election 2012 from home and send stuff from the other African countries (political news, music, sports and food coverage etc) here for comment.
But I am not sure that will happen now. Not with you, jakaswanga, ominously swinging your Richard snarling at every comment you disagree with, and more than ready to hurl ‘My Fellow’ epithets at wana jukwaa. So I will post when I can. But what I am doing is now laying ground work to go back home early next yr and meet my MP friends, and see who is intending to run for what, and take it from there. Rest assured you big mouth lout that I will be working very hard for ODM and its candidates. I will have the time. And guess what else. The resources too. For just like kina kiraitu and muthamaki and others have diverted chumas to their constituencies, my hard earned micro finance dollars from my new office, will go where its needed most, the areas screwed up by the mafia. Take a guess bro ;D!
Jakaswanga I am blessed that indeed and thats how I roll!
Take care 'My Fellow'
But on a personal note its been nothing but a thunderous success for me personally. And if there is one person to thank it would be my Mom. This thread is dedicated to her, for reasons that will become very clear in a minute or two. Since Jakaswanga used this very board to hurl the most heinous of abuse at you, my loving mom, I will also use the very same board, not to heave epithets at Jakswanga but to defend your honor and celebrate you.
So, thanks Mom hata kama Jakaswanga hurled abuse at me and you.
Jakaswanga has made my life in Jukwaa almost untenable.
I am currently making transition/s and a very important one/s indeed. Huge milestones kabisa.
The arrival of the Rt Hon Prime Ministers names sakes was an earth shattering event, akin that of Neil Armstrong's landing on the moon to make a giant leap for mankind. Every day I look at them they have grown a fraction of an inch or two and their hitherto small underdeveloped lungs, can now belt out monstrous hi-decibel yelps of either joy or cries of hunger or frustration.
I love them to death. The one who ny'onyeshaz' them is also doing extremely well looking after kids afflicted with various blood disorders and growths, both benign and malignant. Infact her mentor was recently eulogized here by Mwalim Tichaz (he he dont laugh at the non existent double entendre). I also just got Perment Head Damage, for which I had to go across the big pond to make part of my defense. Infact the gods smiled upon me and coincidentally, that following Sato I was in attendance when Fergie was honored for his 25th yr in charge of MFC. What a spectacle, I will cherish those memories for ever.
These epic transitions are probably why I wrote this thread jukwaa.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=general&thread=5926&page=1#80243. The decade that I am on the verge of entering is one of turbulence. Its when parents are in the throes of making a permanent transition from this earthly phase, to the next world, where ever that maybe. It’s the time careers take off or tank. It’s the time to welcome new life on this earth. It’s a time of joy and sadness, frustration and jubilation. Although they are close to 6-10yrs older than me, Just ask muthamaki and his fellow band of killers – murderers – arsonist – land grabbers/looters – tribal hegemonists, just how turbulent life in 4th and 5th decade can be.
I guess I have reached that age where the course of my life has it pointing to a particular direction. My sails are up, and the wind is blowing very strongly at my back, propelling me forward with gusto. I know exactly what I want to do, and know exactly what I need to do to get there. As far as the various facets in my life which are under my direct control, I now have the capacity to fully deal with them. Mentally I am at my sharpest. Spiritually I am getting there. Physically I am in tip top shape after hitting the Y with the ‘Myonyeshaji in chief” to help her cut down the post partum adipose tissue. I have lost my hops and barley tire bulge and can now see my dingaling when standing up, something few guys here can do I am sure!! . Blood sugar, BP, cholesterol, roho, figo na kadhalika iko sawa kabisa, and I recently discovered a source for traditional veges - mrere, and the bitter ones from the lakeside (hosuga?). so la vie est bon as they say.
I had been meandering through life without a purpose living the good life of a pseudo ‘single fella’ abroad while the ‘memshap’ was at CG helping out sick kids, my promising career stalled in neutral. If there ever was an underachiever, it was me. I was the poster boy. But my mom, god bless her heart, kept praying and urging me to get back on tract, be accountable, and go for it. It took a good 10yrs. She continuously encouraged me, prodded me, gave me updates of how well my peers are doing back home, in an attempt to jolt me into taking accountability for my sorry ass life. And she succeeded. And that’s why when jackaswanga called me a moth.er *.er I went into a boiling rage. Jakaswanga went where nobody, I repeat nobody has gone. Never before has anyone called me a moth.er *.er in ANY forum, let alone this great one. Recently, when I was across the big pond for the purpose of defending my Permarnent Head Damage endeavors, my good ODM pals who hosted me continued to mercilessly tease me and make make light hearted jokes about this issue. They wanted to know if I would push back. I said yes but actually did not know exactly how. A bunch of them kept pointing out that Jakaswanga is actually a guy from a region called Swanga/Tswanga in S. Nyanza (the female equivalent I was told is nya – swanga) They said he sounds like an arrogant know it all and that he should go there in Meru. They kept on laughing and cackling like hyenas, ‘tell him to go there in Meru’ tell him to go there in Meru’, they kept repeating amidst their boisterous laughter. Me and my pals not tuned into their home frequency just scratched our heads and assumed it was the fine scotch whiskey that that was talking.
Jakaswanga, You really have gotten under my skin. I have lost my Jukwaa mojo ever since your warantless attack. Your brash, foul, potty mouth has enraged me like few things ever have done, on the WWW. For me, Jukwaa is no longer the safe, enjoyable, entertaining place it has been for many yrs. I have debated with myself, and with others, including a few here, on what to do.
Initially I was very determined to wrestle you in the muck and mud. I was determined to inflict equivalent digital pain on you, and make your visits to Jukwaa as inhospitable as possible, for as long as you used that handle, Jakaswanga.
But I changed my mind, thank goodness. I think that my busy schedule the last 2 – 3 months have given me pause to think through this issue.
There are two main reasons why I made that decision, not to wrestle with you in the much and mud.
One, I don’t know you or your mother. I don’t know what kind of relations you have with her. I don’t know what sorts of things you two do together. I don’t know if you engage in horizontal vibratory mambo games with her, and so you assume what you do in private with her applies to each and every male and his mom. And to be honest, I really don’t wanna know, keep those sordid details to yourself. So I will not insult her in the manner you insulted my very loving mum. I will not go there. Period.
So what am I left with? There is no other insult with the same dastardly weight, that I can levy at you, that will spear your heart, that will hurt you, in the most grievous manner in which I was hurt, and make me perhaps feel better.
Jakaswanga, you hurt me man. You deeply hurt me and if that was you aim you succeeded,I gotta say. If your aim was to make it untenable to log in and write a coherent post here you have wildly succeeded. But why me Jakaswanga. Of all the wanna jukwaa why did you think it fit to call me a mot.ther fuc.ker? And then order me to shut the F…K up? Just what did I do to you to deserve that level of abuse, bwana Jakaswanga? Ni nini nilifanyia? Why did you not hurl that type of abuse at say AO? Sadik? Kamale? Why me?
To-date, everytime I open the forum page the first thing that comes to mind is not what job, or AO, or OO, or Mwalim (Tichaz) or phil or Mzee and Nereah and other great Jukwaaists like Hon Miguna have posted. No, its your personal attack on me that FIRST comes to mind. And immediately I feel deflated.
Now that I have ample time on my hands, as I am done with the Permanent Head Damage defense, I should be spending a great deal of time here like before. But I still cant!! Thanks to you jakaswanga, thank you!
The other reason for not exacting the revenge in the way I am devilishly capable of, is that for me to attack you in a persistent vicious manner and make life miserable, would entail bringing disrepute to this board. The radioactive fallout would distract wana Jukwaa from discussing other more pertinent stuff. I love Jukwaa too much for me to stoop that low.
And so, again what recourse do I have? I see that you, a relatively new comer here, not burdened by an iota of truth or accountability, can come to the board, whip your dammed richard and just pee on my head and from the likes of it, get away scot free! Wow you da man bro! I amazed at your craven audacity, your boorish behavior, the melon sized balls you may have to display your dastardly brashness and cavalier attitude towards me. Apparently there are other here with whom yu have tangoed but not at the dastardly level you did with me.
Kweli you are monsieur Teflon. You keep abusing folks and nada happens. Nothing sticks ama the glove just doesn’t fit?
Jakaswanga, when you hurled that abominable insult at me, you delivered a most powerful digital sucker punch to my solar plexus. I was in a daze, perplexed and infuriated as hell. Normally I don’t read your posts, they are a MUST SKIP. I cant stand the way you write so I don’t EVER bother reading your posts. So I missed it. But I read a response to your post by a Jukwaaist here who called you out for your abusive language.
In that post, by the Jukwaaist who called you out, the Admins’ name, OO was invoked. In my red hot rage, I mistakenly thought that was the Admin himself, OO, who had written the post. So I addressed OO. Luckily for me, I was corrected by the honorable Jukwaaist. I immediately retracted my post and apologized to Admin OO for putting words in his mouth. I think he missed my post because he went right ahead and accused me of putting words in his mouth!! But that is besides the point, Jakaswanga.
Jakaswanga, once others and I, called you out for that heinous and most offensive post, you became a sungura mjanja. You hurriedly deleted it. Too bad for you, a jukwaaist had already captured it. Your abuse is now a permanent record her in Jukwaa. And instead of apologizing, you immediately went into a defensive crouch, and tried to foolishly spin, eti MF was an acronym for ‘My Fellow’. My goodness Jakaswanga, are you really serious? You think I and others here are so naïve and stupid? Jeez! For a man with melon size nuts when it comes to hurling abuse with hubris, those nuts surely shrink to pinhead size when it comes to taking ownership of what you write and acknowledging your mistakes. I have actually authored a post here apologizing to the whole board (that includes you and your big brash potty mouth Jakaswanga) and to Admin, when it was deemed I crossed the line
Jakaswanga, as I said, I don’t know you, I am not one you can call ‘My fellow’, and then in the same breathe order me to ‘shut the F….K up’. Where is the logic in that? No Jakaswanga, I aint one of you or yours.I am not one of your “My Fellows” whom you can order to shut the F…K up!
Now, Jakaswanga, let me tell you why your outrageous personal attack on me hit a raw nerve. You see Jakaswanga, my mum is here living with me. She loves to come to my study where I have two rockers. While she occupies one rocker, to lull one of the Rt Hon Prime Ministers names sakes to sleep, the other rocker is occupied by the other (maternal) grandma. Its how I am blessed Jakaswanga, and I am grateful to God for that. Infact their hubbies are here too I have a houseful of guests!! And I wont let em’ go back to Kenya anytime soon, Jakaswanga, its how I roll and its how I am blessed.
For you to then, call me a MF, and for me to then look at my mum, when she is rocking the little ones just drives me nuts Jakaswanga. Its why logging on to Jukwaa is now almost impossibility. Its now a hostile place for me, where digital incendiary bombs of such personal nature can be hurled from one jukwaaist to another, and seemingly with little or no fallout.
For me I have one more thing to say, a free piece of advice.
Jakaswanga, get your milestones going man! You cant stagnate in Piagets Sensory-motor stage I of egocentric exploration. Only a freaking egomaniac stuck in that stage, would order someone they don’t even know or interact with, to ‘Shut the F..K up. What’s up with that?
From my vantage point, whats even more interesting about your seemingly fragile psychological make up (actually a fascinating psychological conundrum worthy of a session with me ) is that you seem to vacillate between Stage I and also straddle Piagets pre-operational stage where a fantasy world, filled with magical thinking predominates. That’s the only way I can explain how you can morph MF from its usual meaning and ‘magically invent’ a new notation – eti it meant ‘My Fellow’. My Fellow, I disagree, sheesh….eti what Jakaswanga? My fellow jukwaaist? My Fellow MF? My Fellow what, Jakaswanga?
You are a screwed up, mean, voluble, Tswangan. I just hate the way you write – I took the liberty to go through some of your posts before I wrote this rejoinder. I hate your convoluted posts, they are emetic. I hate your pathetic attempts at gallows humor, your use of words or phrases to project an ivory tower titan (eti Norte Americano). Pathetic tomfoolery. But most of all I hate your outlandish brash arrogance. And what a veritable coward your are!! If only you owned up and apologized to me, this issue would have died a long time ago. But you are a cowardly sungura mjanja.
So you may ask what will I do, now that my digital home has been vandalized by this lout. I am spending X-mass with my ailing and fragile grand parents (they needed 2 nurses on the plane or the US embassy refused to issue visas) my parents, siblings, cousins and the 15 or so youth I have hauled here to start a new life. All of them will be at my digs. I don’t know where they will sleep yet, but having 4 generations of both sides of my family from Western and from Pwani where the myonyeshaji in chief family comes from. I am blessed Jakaswanga, extremely blessed. I get to go to the mosque Fridays and Service on Sundays, the food dishes that come from my over populated kitchen is to die for.
Jakaswanga, another good piece of news.
Well, my document with the eagle stamped on its front clutching leaves and some herbs, arrived weeks ago. So I can, and will, be a foot soldier, and fundraise, help organize for the man from Kogelo. As part of my new gig, I will be spending 2-3 weeks of every quarter of the yr, in NBI( I will be at the Rt Hon Prime office as well as OP, for sure I will meet my hero!!), Dar, and Kigali. I had hoped to cover for Jukwaa, events post Hague verdict from home, investment and micro financing news and opportunities, the impending election 2012 from home and send stuff from the other African countries (political news, music, sports and food coverage etc) here for comment.
But I am not sure that will happen now. Not with you, jakaswanga, ominously swinging your Richard snarling at every comment you disagree with, and more than ready to hurl ‘My Fellow’ epithets at wana jukwaa. So I will post when I can. But what I am doing is now laying ground work to go back home early next yr and meet my MP friends, and see who is intending to run for what, and take it from there. Rest assured you big mouth lout that I will be working very hard for ODM and its candidates. I will have the time. And guess what else. The resources too. For just like kina kiraitu and muthamaki and others have diverted chumas to their constituencies, my hard earned micro finance dollars from my new office, will go where its needed most, the areas screwed up by the mafia. Take a guess bro ;D!
Jakaswanga I am blessed that indeed and thats how I roll!
Take care 'My Fellow'
