CROCODILE TEARS?

I look at our leaders everyday, bickering and bickering, and am left sad, angry, very angry. The last few days have seen hundreds (or are you naive/dumb enough to believe that fifty-something number given by the government?) of people murdered in cold blood, all in the name of politics. People high in government are hungry for power, and will do anything, everything, to make sure they get that power; even condemning little children to death by burning in fire beyond recognition, while in their sleep.  Men and women have been slaughtered like chicken, and so were their chicken and cows. It is heart wrenching.

And in my opinion, no one is doing anything substantial to prevent this. All they seem to be specialized in is giving that common idiotic speech of "blah blah blah...I condemn blah-blah act in the strongest terms possible...blah-blah-blah. The government is blah-blah-blah.... nonsense, nonsense!"

Will someone do something NOW?!

WERE THE UGANDAN SOLDIERS SLAUGHTERED? FOR WHAT?

Truth be told, nothing sounds correct about the "Mt. Kenya Choppers."  Not one statement is honestly honest, except maybe the one from the guys in Kampala that they will "NOT divulge more information about the choppers or the entire incident." Well, many questions will remain unanswered then, don't you think?

For example:

1. Where did the choppers start their journey?
2. Who were the occupants? I mean, pilots, passengers, others.
3. What route were they supposed to follow?
4. Where was their destination?
5. Were they supposed also to fly over Mt. Kenya?
6. Were the occupants really meant to go back home alive?
7. Were they meant to die?
8. What happens if they never went back home alive?
9. Who would be the greatest beneficiary(ies)?
10. Is there any compensation for soldiers who die in war?
11. Is there compensation for artillery destroyed in war?
12. Can we consider that these choppers and their occupants were at war?
13. How old were these choppers, really?
14. Had they ever been serviced in preparation for such long distance trips and for war?
15. How is it that four choppers could all be pulled down at one spot?
16. Does M7 feel at loss at all?
17. Does M7 think that he's suppossed to get compensation from AMISON or anywhere else?
18. How strongly will M7 demand for compensation?
19. Was all this a fallacy? I mean the crush.
20. Who is really behind all this?
21. Shall we ever know the real truth? 

Those are my 21 Questions.

DID SAITOTI, OJODEH KILL THEMSELVES?

They were tired of fighting with other government officials, especially those that weren't even supposed to bother them as they performed their duties honorably. They believed in the truth, and only the truth. Two people from two different communities, different parties, different backgrounds. Yet, with all the numerous differences they had, they were best of friends. The Ministry of Internal Security is probably the only ministry where there existed harmonious working environment. No one wanted to prove they had more or bigger balls than the other. 

They were two men with a few things in common. They both had only one son each, adopted or not. To both, only one child called them "dad". They believed in doing what was/is right-or did they? They were fighting the numerous enemies of our state together, the terrorists, drug lords, thugs, petty offenders. But someone wasn't happy because they were doing so well, and they got wind of it all, that someone was planning to assassinate them, or turn them into vegetables. They were cowards, they could not wait for the enemy, so they decided to kill themselves. But how?

All that is bull-shit. This is what I am saying. People have spoken. Others have gone unusually silent. And  all these should be probed.

Eugene Wamalwa said a lot a day after the two died. He mentioned the way the two had plans to attend various functions together. He seemed to know about every step they were gonna take soon as they left the conference in Mombasa. he even knew they were to go to a fund raising together and were to use a chopper. Can he be questioned more to find out what else he knew, and whom he shared the info with?

Shebesh seems to be convinced that she has info related to the crush that would shut the government down if revealed. SHUT THE GOVERNMENT DOWN? MY GOD! Shebesh, for God's sake, do us that lovely favour. Shut this rotten thing down for us now!

Jakoyo Midiwo knows something we don't. 

Mike Sonko has some information about the crush.

Harun Mwau is knowledgeable. I mean, he is in the know about some planned assassination.

Uhuru Kenyatta is unusually silent. It is like he isn't even aware of Saitoti and Ojodeh's deaths.

William Ruto decided to shut that out of his very good memory. It is nothing worth talking about.

The theories are many. There is a politically istigated assassination, drug lord power, accident, now suicide. Only one of them is true.

Hush..........

WORTH MORE THAN A BILLION DOLLARS?

Understand the richness of gifts that cannot be purchased with money. Chief Seattle said it this way;

“The President in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land. But how can you buy or sell the sky? The land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?

Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every meadow, every humming insect. All are holy in the memory and experience of my people.

We know the sap which courses through the trees as we know the blood that courses through our veins. We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters. The bear, the deer, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the dew in the meadow, the body heat of the pony, and man all belong to the same family. The shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water, but the blood of our ancestors.

If we sell you our land, you must remember that it is sacred. Each glossy reflection in the clear waters of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people. The water’s murmur is the voice of my father’s father. The rivers are our brothers. They quench our thirst. They carry our canoes and feed our children. So you must give the rivers the kindness that you would give any brother.

If we sell you our land, remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life that it supports. The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also receives his last sigh. The wind also gives our children the spirit of life. So if we sell our land, you must keep it apart and sacred, as a place where man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow flowers.

Will you teach your children what we have taught our children? That the earth is our mother? What befalls the earth befalls all the sons of the earth.

This we know: the earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life; he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.

One thing we know: our God is also your God. The earth is precious to him and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator.

Your destiny is a mystery to us. What will happen when the buffalo are all slaughtered? The wild horses tamed? What will happen when the secret corners of the forest are heavy with the scent of many men and the view of the ripe hills is blotted by talking wires? Where will the thicket be? Gone! Where will the eagle be? Gone! And what is it to say goodbye to the swift pony and the hunt? The end of living and the beginning of survival. When the last Red Man has vanished with this wilderness, and his memory is only the shadow of a cloud moving across the prairie, will these shores and forests still be here? Will there be any of the spirit of my people left?

We love this earth as a newborn loves its mother’s heartbeat. So, if we sell you our land, love it as we have loved it. Care for it, as we have cared for it. Hold in your mind the memory of the land, as it is when you receive it. Preserve the land for all children, and love it, as God loves us. As we are part of the land, you too are part of the land. This earth is precious to us. It is also precious to you. One thing we know there is only one God. No man be he Red Man or White Man can be apart. We are brothers after all.”

ARE YOU LIKE THE BEE?

There is a story told of a scholar who used to have a favorite room where he would sit and think and write. As he would open his window for fresh air and sunlight, members of the world of nature would visit him: butterflies, beetles and other insects.



On one occasion a bee flew into his room. The bee was causing no harm to anybody as it hummed around. When it was time for the scholar to leave he knew that if he closed up his room and returned some days later the bee would be dead. So he opened the window wide and tried to guide the bee out through the open window. The more he tried to encourage this little creature to leave his room the more hostile the bee became. In an unguarded moment the bee stung him on his hand, the hand that would have guided it to freedom. The disabled bee flew off and landed on the light-shade.



The scholar did not have feelings of anger but only of pity. He knew the inevitable result. The bee would die for its mistaken opposition to him who was his friend. Three days later when he returned to his room he found the lifeless body of the bee on his writing table.

Are we any different from the unwise bee?

Hushh...

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It takes a level of humility to accept criticism. Even when we know it is justified. Our pride gets in the way. When we are criticized in a spirit of love and concern it makes it easier to accept criticism. Unfortunately this does not happen often enough.

We should not only listen to what is being said but also hear what is being said. There is a difference. There may be some truth in it. Never get angry with the person doing the criticizing.

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7 Ways to Live Life to the MAX,  Copyright © Dennis R Curyer, 2003

Where is Mama Lucy?

Is mama Lucy really fine?
Is she in state house, or at her home in Othaya?
During the first years of her becoming the first lady we really saw her. We felt her presence even in her absence. She consoled and scolded. She clapped and slapped. We even heard that she hired and fired.
So what happened?
Is it true what we hear?
That she is not well.
That actually the reason why she scolded, slapped, and fired is because of her condition?
What condition is that?
Don't we deserve to know the health status of our first lady?
I mean, even Lena Moi was never in the limelight, but that was different. Or was it?

Is it true that she is not sane? That she's been tied up somewhere on a bed? Or locked up in some room?
That she sees things that don't exist and if one told her so hell upon them?
That she hears voices, that she has imaginary friends?

Hush...