kenyans never learn

learning is defined as a relatively permanent change in behavior, thoughts or feelings as a result of experience. It allows us to:
Use past experience to predict the future,to adapt to a rapidly changing environment and to exert control over our environment.

Why do i say kenyans never learn?We never change from what we did in the past without achieving any real success. learning allows us to use our past experience to predict the future.We vote the guys we voted in 1960s back and expect change. We dont get it but we insist on voting them back yet,it  if we learnt we could predict the future after seeing what the leaders did in the past.

Learning has several steps. The last one and the most important is Application/transfer. This is where you transfer/apply what you have learnt to a real life situation that is similar to what you learnt. We have learnt that politicians only care for their own stomachs and comfort. We have learnt that HIV kills and how it is spread.Yet we trust the politicians and keep getting new infections. This is because we do not transform knowledge into actions. When you learn that the way best to wipe your bottom is the use of a soft tissue paper, you never use a sand paper. We know what should be done but we never do it.We blame the government if a young girl gives birth and dumps the baby in a long drop pit latrine...we can keep up this blame game and never act on the knowledge we have. We seem to never act from a point of knowledge,rather we seem to trash the knowledge we have and act againist it. Someone said that madness is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.I disagree. It is failure to learn.

Or kenyans can wake up,smell the rot that is our country and act accordingly. Remove the rot!!Or we can wait for Obama to state the obvious then critisize him,wait for Ocampo to sue our wrong doers or simply resign,lift our shoulders and let them drop and move on...or simply wait to die and hope things are better in heaven.When will this complacency leave the Kenyan psyche?when will we ask for things to be done right and do the right things the right way?????We can blame God, Kibaki, Raila,Moi or kenyatta...but forget that the common mwananchi is the main culprit. We need to change and change wont be served to us by our leaders...we the people must be the ones changing....then and only then will we see change in Kenya. Believe as it is true.

When there is no answer

There used to be a book called "when there is no doctor". This book contains information on what to do when a medical condition arose and there was no doctor nearby or he /she was on her way. I remeber it because when i was younger,now am just young, i would pilfer it from my dad's collection of books to read it. I think the first time i took liberty and took it was in class four. It was a fascinating read and i still think it still is to anyone who comes into contact with it. At the time i was reading it,sorry, looking at the pictures in it, I thought that it was a pornographic book,(so many naked men and women diagrams and photos).My dad used to read it every so often and once in a while my mum too.I wondered why my mum had beaten the crap out of me when she had found me with a coloured copy of play boy that my elder cousin had lent me amid giggles of his girlfriend. He was in high school. He was named after the same person as me and so he saw no harm in introducing me to the world of adults!! I indeed felt very adult. I had seen naked full length photos of grown up women,even though all were wazungus. On the day my mum had beaten me i had taken it to school to show my friends and taunt the girls who refused to play cha mama na baba with me about how they will eventually look albeit with a rather beautiful colour than the ones in the magazine. My newly employed teacher,lets call her juliet,got it with my friends.At the time she was hot tempered and beat every one without mercy.The parents said it was because she didnt have children of her own. I think she must have been dumped by a man or she just plain hated kids and teaching. All my friends were beaten and all told her it was mine. I think mine was a bigger crime as i was taken to the headmasters office. The teacher(juliet) went in and took some time showing the head teacher the magazine...i could see how he looked at the magazine,then me..and then stared at my class teacher breasts and licked his lips. My teacher continued narrating how she found it witth the boys and how they were taunting the girls.She said that the action of the boys had made the girls cry and that made the school girl child unfriendly. She suddenly asked the headteacher what should be done to me,twice, before the headteacher looked her in the eye,smiled and asked "hmmm?". My class teacher stomped out of the office looking red,as she was one of those ladies my grand father told me not to ever marry...very light skinned......sorry grandad i dont know if i will follow your advice.After all you never took it yourself.Look at all the three to four wives you have...all light.But if i find one i love,yellow,beige,brown,grey,green,black..it wont matter,if am ready i will marry her,if she can cope with my foibles and accepts me. "You go bring your mother!.Fokkof!!(it is when i was in class seven that i learnt what fokkof meant- fuck off, in vernacular. i still wonder whether it was directed at me or the headteacher.). Now now!!". So i went off and got my mother...who almost cried with shame when she saw the magazine and told the teacher to do as she deemed fit. I was given the caning of the year.I did not understand the why i was beaten yet my cousin read the magazine,the headteacher kept it and once i found him looking at it with red eyes and i saw several of the male teachers carry it home to read. When i got home,my mother beat me up again. I thanked God that Dad only came on weekends otherwise i would be dead today.

Now i still dont have an answer as to why beautiful nude ladies in a magazine brought such anger in my teachers and my mom,yet they all looked at them. There are many things that happen around that i cant quite fathom or find an answer to. All people try to give answers but none is really convincing at all. I am in doldrums about many things. I took the advice of a certain philosopher that in order to know the truth,You must doubt everything you know. So i started with doubting who my father was.....i observed over time,compared photos and asked my mum.Eventually i decided that my father is also my dad. we looked similar..at least in certain aspects of the face and temperament.So i decided he is my dad or a blood relative of his is.
I carried on and still carry on this doubting to date,not my parentage..am certain of it now,but of many other things.These are the things am saying have no answer.When there is no answer, what does one do?Is there a book on what to do when there is no answer? I am still looking for it.

ladies read the first part only.....men all of it

This is a mail joke i received.

A Woman was out golfing one day when she hit the ball into the woods. She went into the woods to look for it and found a frog in a trap. The frog said to her, “If you release me from this trap, I will grant you three wishes.”

The woman freed the frog, and the frog said, “Thank you, but I failed to mention that there was a condition to your wishes. Whatever you wish for, your husband will get times ten!”

The woman said, “That’s okay.” For her first wish, she wanted to be the most beautiful woman in the world. The frog warned her, “You do realize that this wish will also make your husband the most handsome man in the world, an Adonis to whom women will flock.” The woman replied, “That’s okay, because I will be the most beautiful Woman and he will have eyes only for me.”

So, KAZAM-she’s the most beautiful Woman in the world!

For her second wish, she wanted to be the richest woman in the world. The frog said, “That will make your husband the richest man in the world. And he will be ten times richer than you.” The woman said, “That’s okay, because what’s mine is his and what’s his is mine.”

So, KAZAM-she’s the richest woman in the world!

The frog then inquired about her third wish, and she answered, “I’d like a mild heart attack.”

Moral of the story: Women are clever. Don’t mess with them.

Attention female readers : This is the end of the joke for you. Stop here and continue feeling good.

Male readers, continue reading….

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The man had a heart attack ten times milder than his wife

Moral of the story: Women think they’re so smart. Let them continue to think that way and just enjoy the show.

PS: If you are a woman and are still reading this; it only goes to show that women never listen!

The search for greatness

We as a country have many resources,but we cant exploit them without the owners of the dollars helping us. We have developed a culture that tells us that we don't have the capacity to exploit our own resources. We have a great human capacity to achieve all the things that would make a Kenya we all want. I have come to the best educated guess conclusion that we don't do anything to achieve our dreams.We wait for Ocampo to decide the dates by when we should have a working system to punish evil people who we know,we let Annan to hold the list for us..list of our leaders and our kinsmen who organised and funded the atrocity that nearly killed kenya.We know the right drugs,dosage and the right route of giving them and the right persons to give the drugs. We know what needs to be done to heal our country..we know who to hang and who to reward..yes we do.We know all there is to know.Yet we are unwilling to do anything at all.We could wait for the formation of a local tribunal,or we could wait for the ICC.Or we could take the initiative and sue the perpetrators just here in Kenya..take them to court,deny them bond or bail, whichever for at least an year.they would lose their parliamentary seats,ministerial posts and such. We could at least demonstrate the will to heal Kenya and seem to do justice.We could wait till our leaders decide the right time for the implementation of the fourth agenda or we could implement it today. For greatness to be achieved,sacrifices must be made.We must pay the price of greatness.Every great person,as those mentioned in my earlier post,paid the ultimate price.They did benefit directly but at great cost to themselves. Each lost something, to gain something greater. The greater thing they Got didn't serve them alone,it served entire communities and continues to. As Kenya we must therefore be willing to lose the current crop of leaders for a better Kenya,we must put Kenya first and our tribesmen lower...we must look beyond the election,we must see the future.I am starting to think that Kenya is country populated by cowards....or we are unable to move forward. We know the mau must be saved,but we keep dillydallying...we know post election violence perpetrators must be punished but we have no will to do so.We will not move forward if we never act.The impotence shown by kenyans fuels our politicians disregard for the rest of kenyans..only worrying about their political survival and not of Kenya. Kenyans are dying of hunger and thirst,rains are failing,power generators are closing down,HIV ravages us,Malaria kills with impunity,insecurity is spiralling..yet we are all mum...quiet as if nothing is happening..our ministers refuse to use the cars given by the ministry,price of Unga goes unchecked...more kenyans lose jobs,more kenyans look for jobs. When if ever will kenyans wake up to the reality?when will kenyans ask for justice?when will we stop closing our eyes to obvious problems with obvious solutions?and when Will we act?Or do we have to always wait for our neighbours..friendly or not force us to act? Or when Obama piles pressure....would someone please enlighten me.
Kenya prides itself on its greatness....we claim we have the best hospitals,but we export money to south Africa and India for things that can be done here in kenya.Bypass heart surgeries are routine procedures. Why couldn't it be done here?we have qualified cardiologists and surgeons..What if as my friend asked,there was a law barring public servants from seeking medical services elsewhere apart from public hospitals? His conclusion was that the hospitals would be better equipped,serving all kenyans.What if the politicians had to educate their children here?our education system would be reformed.We have to make sure we buy from kenya to build it... in our search for greatness as when searching for personal greatness,must be pursued without sparing any effort. We must lose sleep,go hungry today,so we can sleep on a soft bed tomorrow, so we can have full bellies tomorrow. I am angry,and i might never stop ranting and preaching....among the quotes,someone says that people want to be amused,entertained..not preached to..so Am off to make myself great,whatever the cost....sorry i am preaching to myself.

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THANK YOU FATHER.

This is more of thanks giving prayer to my Father up there and all over. I thank you for deciding to let me live in an era full of greats,an era of great occurrences. Thank you.
For putting me here on earth when you did,thank you for my childhood...i enjoyed it,
thank you for all the following:
My life and the blessings you have given me all along,and many others that await me along my life...thank you for i will live to see ninety.. thank you for my family..they are the best although at times...
For making my time one of the greatest.Thank you for making my friends live at the same time as me..thank you for those special people you put in my life.....thanks.

God did me a favour.I have lived and witnessed many great things....I was when Mandela was released, i was when he became president, i was when he stepped down...he is a great man.
I have seen racism suffer a great deal....i have seen attitudes and cultures of long duration challenged....i have seen the first black in white house...Obama.
I have seen that tribalism is a weapon the politicians will never let go...I have seen that kenya is Vulnerable to war as somalia...there is nothing as an island of peace.
I have seen mugabe reposess land to give it to the rightful owners...and i have seen his folly and the sabotage of the west.
I have seen that climate change is real....the clear stream at home no longer flows.the weather has changed.My home no longer receives thunder storms,nor hail storms...we called it maize rain....i have seen it change.please people get out of Mau and plant trees.
I have been living at a time with a musical genius, gifted choreographer and lyricist and many more...MJ....thank you and rest in peace.
I have lived to Hear Nyerere...his ideology and the legacy he left.he was brilliant.
I have lived to see how power hungry and unpatriotic our leaders are.
I have seen the church lose direction,i have seen jesus become a symbol of wealth.
I have witnessed Egypt frighten Brazil, i have seen USA beat fancied Spain.I have seen football greats like zidane,Ronandinho, essien,Abedi pele,Kanu,gerrald,Etoo..My My .....Egypt beat Italy, kenya hold nigeria and cameroon.....Keny sevens rugby team win and win...
I have lived in shattering of stereotypes...i have seen blacks take over almost evereything...they are pervasive...MJ,Obama,magic johnson,mike tyson,whitney huoston,lewis hamilton,tiger woods...and many more...
I am living in an era that shall be remembered...the era of the internet and blog friends,of the computer,mobile phones,satellite tv...where communication is easy....
I have lived to watch eric wainaina,Achieng abura...i lived when culture(joseph hill) , lucky dube,chaka chaka ,san fan tomas,..among many...
I have lived to read Robert Ludlum,Ngugi wa thiongo, charles dickens,st Augustine of Hippo, wilbur smith,and many others....
I have watched martin lawrence,will smith,kajairo,chris rock,jackie chan...etc
I am living and will continue living in a time of great technological strides, in a time of the Greatest world pandemic....HIV...i will live to see it beaten..
I cant thank you enuff lord, Nor fit all those things that make me grateful to you here...I really hope you Blog dear lord...I pray you walk with me at all times.....bear with poor praying habits,the unconvetional ways in which i call unto you..you have always listened...and granted. Since you can read my thots , and you already know what i want and need..please continue giving them to me..

THANKS GOD,YOU MAKE MY WORLD ROCK,MAKE KNOW AM NOT ALONE,LIVE AND NOT STOP TILL I GET ENUFF,EVEN THOUGH I HAVENT HAD A BILLIE JEAN(MAY BE I DID),YOU MAKE ME BELIEVE WE ARE THE WORLD,MAKE ME WANT TO HEAL THE WORLD AND TO KNOW THAT YOU WILL BE THERE. NO MATTER WHAT.
DEAR LORD, YOU TOOK MJ...BECAUSE YOU MADE HIM. i MUST SAY THAT YOU MUST BE THE GREATEST...HOW DO YOU PUT ALL THAT TALENT IN ONE PERSON?HOW THEN YOU HUMBLE THEM,REMIND THEM THEY ARE YOUR SUBJECTS...OF YOUR GREATNESS. THANK YOU FOR MAKING MJ...THANK YOU FOR MY LIFE....THANKS ,,..THANKS.....PRAISE BE UNTO YOU....BLESSINGS UNTO ME......THANK YOU,AND GRANT ME ALL I NEED AND WANT....THANKS.

Rejected in Heaven, rejected in hell

This story was told to me by a friend,a friend who went to a catholic seminary and refused to be ordained a priest. He is now a principal natural human inseminator in kenya.
There was this young man who decided to remain celibate while alive. he stayed so in the hope that the preachings he had heard would come true. That while you may lack on earth,you will receive much more in heaven.
He died a 55 years old horny man. He was really horny. On his way to heaven, he could only fantasize of how it would be. He would be welcomed by the angels,be shown the most beautiful virgins in heaven...he imagined of massages, of unaldulterated love making,surely if people worked so hard for it on earth,claimed it was sweet,then imagine it in the context of heaven.It would be a heaven within heaven.
He arrived at Heavens gate in quite a jolly mood. St. peter welcomed him, "welcome, i see you are very happy to get here". The man whom we shall call Dick, replied," Ohh yes peter, I cant wait to get in". St Peter Smiled and let him in.
Dick walked with a swagger,he felt like the king..oh yes he did. As he was walking along St. John Gold paved street , he heard a very soft voice singing..the voice held such joy that,Dick could not help but increase his pace towards the singing. He entered a room and found an angel,she was so beautiful. Dicks voice disappeared in his stomach..he just walked towards her ,eyes ablaze,his penis triple the size he got on earth while watching Kenyans in action. He used to pay a hundred for each tribe DVD in sexual action. he liked them as at least they spoke dirty kiswahili..moaned.and screamed. The screams were realistic..as those that he heard from his neighbour's house whenever the wife was not around.
He could almost not believe his luck.God really loved him...A beautiful Virgin on his first day? He went to her,his breath laboured, kissed her,and started fondling her... Mary the Virgin,screamed with horror..Had peter Unknowingly opened the gate for the wrong person??? All the saints came running,screams were unheard of in heaven. Dick was almost raping her. They took Dick off her and enquired what was wrong with him. He explained his case. The Village security committee of St.John street protested, there was no sex in heaven. And Dick requested to be sent to Hell if only for a few days so he could at least have some sex.
In hell he found beautiful ones as well. It was so hot in hell that everyone walked nude there. The fire was always big, the inhabitants of hell were used to the heat. They welcomed Dick and took him for an orientation tour around hell. When they got to where the fire was, there were many beautiful women who were keeping the fire alive. the blew into it and added more firewood. They were bent. And they spoke Swahili. Dick requested that he be allowed to assist them for a while. so Dick seduced the ladies..he had sex with all ,all the time. He was had already left earth where there was HIV...so it was Nyama kwa Nyama.They enjoyed...he enjoyed. He got so into it that he interfered with their work. whenever any bent to add firewood or blow,he got into her from behind. The fire started dying....it started being cold,the inhabitants called their boss (Satan) and demanded that Dick be expelled from hell.
Satan ,with a shaking voice(he was shivering as the fire was out),called St peter and asked that they take Dick back to heaven. Peter refused and Satan threw dick out. He is now suspended between heaven and hell...but none wants him...

I asked my friend the moral of the story and he said...That explains why i quit /refused to be ordained...why miss what is on earth only to miss it in heaven too?
Damn..he made sense.
Dear friend am sorry i told this story..but you will forgive me anyway..how is life treating you...