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Post by OtishOtish on Mar 26, 2014 23:46:16 GMT 3
I was both very sad and angry at what those despicable and heinous criminals did to those innocent God worshipping souls today. The government needs to proactively engage its citizens, and particularly the muslims, and start acting seriously about the real terror threat that is about to engulf our peace loving coastal cities. Extra judicially killing an imam here and there will not help or provide a lasting solution to this mannace.
Abdulmote:
One should hope for the best, but, sadly, history is not on your side. There has never been a time when the government of Kenya has shown the slightest interest in understanding and solving (in an intelligent manner) the so-called Coastal Problem. That is why things are where they are today. Nor have the majority Kenyans in the "hinterland" ever shown the slightest interest in understanding and solving (in an intelligent manner) the so-called Coastal Problem. ("Pwani si Kenya" actually goes both ways.) That too is another explanation for why things are where they are today. Take those "traditional hinterland attitudes" and put them together with those Gung-Ho-Idiot types in GoK, and you can pretty much figure out that nothing will change anytime soon. As far as I can tell, the only "question" is whether Kenyans want the inevitable disaster to take place at the same slow, first-gear rate of the last 50 years or whether they, now being Digital, w want it a bit faster.
What can be expected is the sort of National Idiocy that only governments like GoK are capable of. In that the opening salvo has already been fired: the new requirement that all refugees from Somalia return immediately to this or that refugee camp ...or else! Why, you might ask? What do they have to do with anything and everything that's just happened in Mombasa? As far as I can tell, GoK Logic is that they are Muslims. And Muslims are terrorists, so says ... its doesn't matter who says it; they are a minority, so tough shite. And therefore! But Kenya is Kenya, and GoK Logic is always fundamentally self-defeating. The only refugees who will return to those camps are those who cannot come up with something small to stay out of the camps, i.e. those least equipped to be able to get around and engage in major terrorist activities.
Amidst this circus-like handling of a recent disaster and dealing with long-term legitimate grievances, there is a particular aspect that we should remain alert to: human-rights abuses. The government of Kenya has a long history in this. In addition to the "routine" stuff with the odd "dissident" (Western-influenced, of course), GoK has regularly indulged in all sorts of human-rights abuses, on a large scale: Mt. Elgon, Wagalla, and a whole lot of stuff before that. Indeed, excluding the GSU's role in "protecting VIPs", all of the GSU's and KDF's internal activities have been exercises in large-scale abuses of human rights. That is the sort of thing that upright people should be wary of in these times.
Here come the homicidal blockheads: www.nation.co.ke/news/Police-given-green-light-to-gun-down-terrorism-suspects/-/1056/2259066/-/rwmdny/-/index.htmlHow do seemingly stable countries suddenly go "poof!"? There is a story about termites and small-small.
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Post by podp on Mar 28, 2014 10:38:48 GMT 3
What can be expected is the sort of National Idiocy that only governments like GoK are capable of. In that the opening salvo has already been fired: the new requirement that all refugees from Somalia return immediately to this or that refugee camp ...or else! Why, you might ask? What do they have to do with anything and everything that's just happened in Mombasa? As far as I can tell, GoK Logic is that they are Muslims. And Muslims are terrorists, so says ... its doesn't matter who says it; they are a minority, so tough shite. And therefore! But Kenya is Kenya, and GoK Logic is always fundamentally self-defeating. The only refugees who will return to those camps are those who cannot come up with something small to stay out of the camps, i.e. those least equipped to be able to get around and engage in major terrorist activities. Amidst this circus-like handling of a recent disaster and dealing with long-term legitimate grievances, there is a particular aspect that we should remain alert to: human-rights abuses. The government of Kenya has a long history in this. In addition to the "routine" stuff with the odd "dissident" (Western-influenced, of course), GoK has regularly indulged in all sorts of human-rights abuses, on a large scale: Mt. Elgon, Wagalla, and a whole lot of stuff before that. Indeed, excluding the GSU's role in "protecting VIPs", all of the GSU's and KDF's internal activities have been exercises in large-scale abuses of human rights. That is the sort of thing that upright people should be wary of in these times. Exactly a year ago, I sought to have a property connected with electricity. A year on, the status remains unchanged. I am still an applicant in a growing queue of nearly 30,000 other Kenyans who are reportedly waiting for power connection. www.standardmedia.co.ke/?articleID=2000108026&story_title=why-jubilee-s-first-year-in-office-bears-hallmarks-of-failing-statelitany of issues that undermine UhuRuto continues... He added that the young men called the police and the area chief again, just before the attack but nothing was done. The Supkem official also claimed that there were suspicions that the attack was related to a family feud involving the church pastor and his former wife. The pastor of the church that was attacked and his current wife were both killed in the attack. "It seems like a situation where someone used the current insecurity situation to commit their own crime," the Supkem official claimed. www.the-star.co.ke/news/article-160480/police-were-warned-likoni-attack-says-supkemDavid Kimaiyo has no powers to make the appointments. That is the job of the National Police Service Commission, Justice George Odunga said in Nairobi on Thursday. The judge said that the appointment of 47 county police commissioners was like a tumour with the characteristics of an octopus. “The court will not nurture the tumour of impunity and lawlessness. This tumour of impunity is like an octopus, the way it stretches it tentacles to get into new places,” Justice Odunga said. www.nation.co.ke/news/David-Kimaiyo-County-Police-Appointments/-/1056/2260346/-/tlmxln/-/index.htmland the story goes on
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Post by abdulmote on Apr 8, 2014 22:41:41 GMT 3
For the last few months I have been in pain. So much pain. Very slow and long pain. Some kind of mental anguish. I felt as if I was in a grieving pain. Like losing some one close to my heart. Some one dear that I cannot replace. Someone I was very fond of, never to return. I have been crying inside me. Crying with a lot of sadness. Crying at the reality facing me.
But I have not lost a person or a human being lately. I pray that I don't have to for a long time to come. But that is just a prayer, reality could be different.
I have been sorrowful because I felt as if I am losing my mother. I say losing because it is almost like a continuing episode. Like it is never going to end any time soon. I have been feeling like I am about to lose my mother land. That I will never be able to hold it in one piece forever. Not able to retain and sustain its existence. Existence that I am familiar with.
The landscape that I know and the people that walk within and upon its grounded earth. The peaceful existence of its environs and environments. The freedom to be enjoyed within for millenia to come. Its laughter and cries within, pain and joy, poverty and wealth, the poor and the happy, the suffering and the content, the hot shiny sun and its sometimes flooding and uncontrolable rains.
For some reason, I have been strongly feeling that my motherland is slipping away. Like a dying old lady, who mothered my existence throughout my living life. She is slipping away and I cannot hold her back that she may not go. Forever and never to return.
Why me, why us, I cry. I cry and pray to God to save my country from total but painful destruction. I pray to God, knowing very well that reality is telling me that we are indeed on the way to the end of life as we know it. No more Kenya. No more Mombasa and no more Nairobi. No more the beautiful land I many times called it with fondness of a child, clinging onto his mother and on the way going home.
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Post by abdulmote on Apr 9, 2014 8:56:56 GMT 3
Last night I was thinking, whether it was right for me to mourn in such a manner, affecting others with my negative emotions where perhaps they may not want to share none. It was a genuine sombre declaration, bottled up for so long. I had to cry it that my family may get to know. My jukwaa family and others beyond. I am sorry, I say. Mine was only an observation.
I remember Otish stating his a few weeks ago now: whether we have noticed how quiet our kenyan cyber world has become. It touched me for a minute. I knew what he was talking about. I was. Also one of its victims.
But Otish thought that it could be becuase our politics have died down a bit, perhaps because the neverending competition between the two proverbial warring elephants is no more.
But I think not. At least for me, that is. My feeling is that the cyber kenyans are in a resigning mode. A mode which is telling that there is nothing that they will say that matters. No one is going to listen and no one cares. All the good democratic expectations are fading out. The Government is just as corrupt as others have been before this. The opposition is weak and in disarray and Agwambo too elderly for a good fight to lead.
What is happening with us?
And I still admired some for holding their heads straight. Unwaverred by the by the mind weakening chaos facing us as a nation. They kept us reading everyday and made us coming back for more in every post. To that I say thank you, again and again.
Later.
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Post by b6k on Apr 9, 2014 19:13:08 GMT 3
For the last few months I have been in pain. So much pain. Very slow and long pain. Some kind of mental anguish. I felt as if I was in a grieving pain. Like losing some one close to my heart. Some one dear that I cannot replace. Someone I was very fond of, never to return. I have been crying inside me. Crying with a lot of sadness. Crying at the reality facing me. But I have not lost a person or a human being lately. I pray that I don't have to for a long time to come. But that is just a prayer, reality could be different. I have been sorrowful because I felt as if I am losing my mother. I say losing because it is almost like a continuing episode. Like it is never going to end any time soon. I have been feeling like I am about to lose my mother land. That I will never be able to hold it in one piece forever. Not able to retain and sustain its existence. Existence that I am familiar with. The landscape that I know and the people that walk within and upon its grounded earth. The peaceful existence of its environs and environments. The freedom to be enjoyed within for millenia to come. Its laughter and cries within, pain and joy, poverty and wealth, the poor and the happy, the suffering and the content, the hot shiny sun and its sometimes flooding and uncontrolable rains. For some reason, I have been strongly feeling that my motherland is slipping away. Like a dying old lady, who mothered my existence throughout my living life. She is slipping away and I cannot hold her back that she may not go. Forever and never to return. Why me, why us, I cry. I cry and pray to God to save my country from total but painful destruction. I pray to God, knowing very well that reality is telling me that we are indeed on the way to the end of life as we know it. No more Kenya. No more Mombasa and no more Nairobi. No more the beautiful land I many times called it with fondness of a child, clinging onto his mother and on the way going home. Abdulmote, I would recommend you acquaint yourself with the teachings of Heraclitus. In short, he intimated, "life is flux". That is to say, life is change. If one cannot come to terms that NO CONDITION IS PERMANENT IN THIS WORLD then you open yourself to constant states of either constant depression or constant hyper mania. Things change, for better or for worse. The point of life is how each one of us reacts to or lives with those changes. Another way to look at it is, nothing is good or bad unless you think it is so. As you think, so you are...
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Post by b6k on Apr 9, 2014 19:22:38 GMT 3
Last night I was thinking, whether it was right for me to mourn in such a manner, affecting others with my negative emotions where perhaps they may not want to share none. It was a genuine sombre declaration, bottled up for so long. I had to cry it that my family may get to know. My jukwaa family and others beyond. I am sorry, I say. Mine was only an observation. I remember Otish stating his a few weeks ago now: whether we have noticed how quiet our kenyan cyber world has become. It touched me for a minute. I knew what he was talking about. I was. Also one of its victims. But Otish thought that it could be becuase our politics have died down a bit, perhaps because the neverending competition between the two proverbial warring elephants is no more. But I think not. At least for me, that is. My feeling is that the cyber kenyans are in a resigning mode. A mode which is telling that there is nothing that they will say that matters. No one is going to listen and no one cares. All the good democratic expectations are fading out. The Government is just as corrupt as others have been before this. The opposition is weak and in disarray and Agwambo too elderly for a good fight to lead. What is happening with us? And I still admired some for holding their heads straight. Unwaverred by the by the mind weakening chaos facing us as a nation. They kept us reading everyday and made us coming back for more in every post. To that I say thank you, again and again. Later. Perhaps it's because Agwambo has chosen to take up temporary exile a hiatus, we are told, in the US of A, birthplace of the colour revolutions of Eastern Europe (& beyond), the Arab Spring, etc ad infinitum. Why ask why? From experience the KE blogosphere waxes and wanes according to election cycles. No election, no controversy. Given time, all of us will surely take up our respective "battle stations" as Jakaswanga calls them. In the meantime, congregating in e-cocoons is a most soothing activity, au sio?
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Post by abdulmote on Apr 10, 2014 9:08:45 GMT 3
B6
Thank you for your suggestion and observations. I must say that I entirely agree with you. Our perceptions are indeed influenced by our state of mind. But that is not to say that as humans, by simply understanding how our minds work, we can therefore simply control our emotions.
Let tell a short story: as a young man in my late teens and early 20s, I was almost obsessed on matters of personal discipline. Self control, going against my own intuitive instincts, strongly saying no to myself, being clear and prepared on accepting what is reality and moving on, without so much emotions, abstaining from weak emotions, etc. I thought at the time that that is what being strong is all about. I could go against my own grains. Very patient and deep thinking young lad. My friends admired me and my behaviour. I was good. The japanese stories I read a lot had ttheir influence on my young mind. Good influence, so to speak.
And to date I still retain some of those qualities, if not all. I am pleased with the route I had taken. I think I must be lucky.
But it doesn't end there. One thing that I thought I was well prepared for was dealing with death or loss of a close one. I thought I can be philosophical about it if it ever happened to me. You know, we all die and we will all die. We have to die at some point and time and it could be anytime. Today, tomorrow or day after. I thought that I do understand and accept such a reality and can surely deal with it when it ever happened.
And then one day it did. I received a call from my brother in law one morning, simply telling me that one of my very close sisters had suddenly died after less than a week of malaria. Prior to her death we had been talking on phone literally every week. She in kenya and I in uk. She was very close to me and we had a long n good sibling relationship. The last conversation I had with her was when she was about to go to hospital for admission about five days before her death.
And that news broke me down. She was still young and full of life. My mind suddenly behaved differently. I was emotionally devastated. For more than two months I couldn't function, yet I had always thought that I would be strong, calm and collected if such a thing ever happened to me.
But no, I wasn't. And couldn't. The real experience was different. Accepting or understanding that reality did not matter. I simply couldn't control my true emotions then. From that experience I learnt something else about nature and who we realy are as humans. I was humbled and strengthened at the same time. And now I know better.
Having said that, I still support your observations: that we have to try to accept what is before us and move on. But even with such awareness in mind, potentially we cannot simply ignore our desires for better ways of life, when that simply never happens in fulfilment of our dreams and inspirations. Yes, we should accept and move on. But feeling or experiencing the pain of such loss is also only natural, otherwise we could never ne humans.
Have a good day.
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Post by abdulmote on Sept 7, 2014 23:41:20 GMT 3
The 'Dedication' page is getting too heavy with too many direct you tube clips...or so I think. Owago Onyiro
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Post by abdulmote on Sept 30, 2014 23:17:47 GMT 3
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Post by jakaswanga on Sept 21, 2016 21:44:41 GMT 3
What would be the most serious reading of the recent stand off at Moi University Eldoret? The strongly projected view that the new head (VC) must neither be a foreigner, nor a settler, nor a weed!
No Arap no graduation! And so the police ringed the campus as prof. Ayiro was sworn in, ahem, in acting capacity!
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Post by podp on Sept 24, 2016 9:07:53 GMT 3
What would be the most serious reading of the recent stand off at Moi University Eldoret? The strongly projected view that the new head (VC) must neither be a foreigner, nor a settler, nor a weed! No Arap no graduation! And so the police ringed the campus as prof. Ayiro was sworn in, ahem, in acting capacity! Ruto is very aggressive and vicious when it comes to placing Kalenjins in every available space in Public Service not caring if the do the Mo1 era slash and burn policy. He places his tribesman or woman with express instructions to bring an envelope to his residence weekly if not monthly. Performance targets are pegged on how much his CEO placed tribe-people promise to deliver and actually do when he performs monitoring and evaluation of their efforts. Having a non Kalenjin in Eldoret and now Moi University makes him feel he is loosing to the Kikuyu oligarchs, since this UhuRuto regime is the real nusu mkate. "We are reminded of Shylock in Shakespeare’s play, The Merchant of Venice where he said, “He hath disgraced me, and hindered me half a million; laughed at me, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies; and what’s the reason? I am a Jew. “Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer,..." Read more at: www.standardmedia.co.ke/article/2000217167/merchants-of-tribal-hate-have-grown-more-arrogant
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Post by jakaswanga on Jan 11, 2017 23:12:30 GMT 3
MOI SYCOPHANTS CAUGHT OFF GUARD BY DUALE THE MOUTH
Did General Mohammed slap the deposed president out of his hysterics on that fateful first august date?
Duale the man with a mouth! I think he is the man who told Luos to stop whining about Migingo, just as they Somalis do not whine about Wagalla, whatever that could be! A few days ago he was on the spot over an alleged anti-Kamba rant in Garissa! but it is during the funeral of Mark Too, a former Moi courtier, an occasion on which the rivalry between Gideon Moi and William Ruto brutally surfaced, that Aden Duale caused comical consternation. As he sought universal Kalenjin loyalty toward William Ruto, he reminded them of history. He said his father in law, General Muhammad Mohammed, who led the loyalist forces during the August 82 coup, fished a weeping and broken Daniel Arap Moi out of the bushes, where he apparently had gone to contemplate suicide in the wake of his dismissal by the airforce cadets!
The picture of the professor of politics, eternal father of the baba na mama party, reduced to such a disconcerting shell, has disturbed Kalenjin pride. And they have rounded on Aden Duale.
How about if Duale is speaking the truth? he uttered it so casually it did not look like a rehearsed lie!
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Post by jakaswanga on May 18, 2017 20:40:17 GMT 3
WHITEMAN TIRED OF THE BLACK BURDEN! GHANAIAN 'OLIVER TWIST' enrages the EU-ambassador! And it is about time too! Recently, I treated Jukwaa to an outburst by the outgoing chairman of the Eurogroup, the Dutch minister of finance, Jeroen Disselbloem. The 'Lowlander' who comes from where thrift is the creed in public finances had lost his temper at the Siesta republics of Southern Europe. These hot-bloods had amassed impossible loans, blown them away on 'Schnaps und Frauen' ==' booze and chicks', and now, gone broke and sinking, shamelessly came to demand reprieve from the 'industrious others', as if debt-write offs were their god-given right! (Jeron drove the point home in some colorful German, forcing the lingo-mindful, NAZI-past guilt-complex-ridden editors to sanitize him up, in a vain attempt to mediate southern rage upfront!) Da-mn! Still all hell broke loose. The caucus of Ziesta zone politicians went all out to lynch him! But the Dutchman went to face the Europarliamentarians in person: 'politicians running ramshackle economies don't scare me, neither do I take lectures on diplomacy from them!', he twitched his nose with Northern contempt in the crowded house in Brussels! He will serve his term out. The lynching failed! German fin-sec Wolfgang Schaeuble must have done a somersaulting pirouette with his wheelchair! Now (2) Donald Trump has put African countries on notice. Unlike his kindly predecessor Obama, he will be speeding up the deportation of illegal African migrants in the USA. Ghana is looking at 7000 returnees the coming months. The U.S. Ambassador to Ghana, Robert P. Jackson, was surprised at questions as to whether the Trump administration would 'facilitate the rehabilitation of deportees'! His face quickly recovered its poker mask. He was diplomatic in the dodge; but not so, another whiteman from Europe, a colleague of the temperamental Dutchman. Ghana is an oil producer, recently started. And then they have a cabinet! Museveni has over 80 in his cabinet in toto, the recently installed Nana-Akufo Addo of Ghana, an elephantine 110 +Even guilt-ridden whitemen ever mindful of racist history have their limits in bembelezering black idiots, more than 50 years after independence! The world a-changing. But it left African leaders behind! Our own Ouru -- Turkana oil dollars in his pocket, the Eurobond blown on the rotund Waiguru et al, has been reported vigorously waving the begging bowl in Chinese faces during the OBOR (One belt one road) conference! Dam-n! I do understand these Europeans who can no longer stomach nor bring up respect for this kind of Totally Amoral and deranged African parasites! Now us, ordinary Africans!
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Post by abdulmote on Sept 13, 2017 22:30:37 GMT 3
Nowadays I struggle. Much as i have been trying to deny it, the same problem keeps coming back to me, again and again.
You see, my life has changed. Gone a the days I had plenty of time in my hands.
Nowadays I want to read, and read a lot.That also means reading a variety and within a short time.
But I struggle when it comes to my beloved Jukwaa. Unfortunately most posts are well detailed but too long for me to endure. I was once a culprit as well and never liked one liners.
I wish the eminent members of Jukwaa can re-strategise. Make it a little short for people like us.
300 to 500 words max.
Try that? I say. Stats don't lie.
Shukran
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