Are Some African Litigators the new tools for western Idealism and injustice or is it a coincidence?

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Are Some African Litigators the new tools for western Idealism and injustice or is it a coincidence?

As you can read, I have only posed a mere question that is hanging in the mind of a villager, and therefore should not be understood as  a statement of fact but rather an individual thought on uncertainties and coincidences surrounding ICC versus Kenya. I did pick up a few bones from the current ICC case personnel, and coincidentally it fits the West Africa and South America (Dominican Republic and Trinidad and Tobago). I do pray and hope that this is one of the few coincidences that bring fortune to the African people to be considered in such a ‘high caliber’ court  and to put to rest Trevor Roper’s ideology that Africa has nothing to write about except gyrations of barbarous people, and to believe they are brains to rely on. The contrary can also be true, in that it can be a case of using a desperate brother with little sense to catch his brother and if they do not, it’s themselves to be blamed.

Secret Envelop presenter- Koffi Annan- Ghana (former UN Secretary General)

Presiding Judge- Eboe Osuji Nigeria. (Former legal advisor to UN High Commission for Human Rights.)

Lead Prosecutor- Fatou Bensouda Gambia

I would wish this to be a coincidence, and not the alternative which has always been the case. In the most fair places we would think for instance in the church of Catholic, an African has never been and might not be a pope. Are we to dine now and believe we have been trusted to lead and prosecute or it is the usual case of pay a brother to get as much Diamond as possible?

I hold no truth to the observation but i am expressing a thought.

Nandi County: Get sense in your next election.

Nandi County: Get sense in your next election.

nandi cI am a proud villager, a true Kenyan and a Pan – Africanist and I think I deserve a couple of pages to enlightened my county of Nandi, I will recommend a view other counties to take notes on the same. From what we have at the moment even though it is still early to criticize devolution, I believe strong leadership is required to allow this cute baby called county government to grow. It is time to lay off the power brokers and stop them from molesting the baby and inflicting unnecessary traumas. It is ‘WE’ the people who are the rightful owners of the government and we are to be blamed if we put retirees, sensationalist, drama queens, mana babies and some diaspora persons to run our affairs willy-nilly.

Top on the list are the brokers and their ‘BEST MAN’ for Governor, they always come up with the most malignant governor with ability to metastasize and attack almost all the organs vital to county development…. Schools, hospitals, water etc. If you have been to Kapsabet, you will always find this type of cartels outside Generation hotel or behind Jubilee Wholesalers with a group of familiar faces, I meant the group that run almost every meeting held in Nandi and partially Uasin- Gishu. They are always in the CDF committee, sometimes part of women groups, Kass marathon officials, and they belong to almost every political party. In- depth analysis might prove that they are among those who allowed the cutting down of ‘Tendonik’ in Danger forest. If this group successfully enable one of their own to power, it will be their time to eat and they will award themselves all sorts of tenders, projects and positions in the county

Secondly are the retirees, who make up majority of the elected positions in Kenya. They are very good patriots I admit, especially in offering guidance and direction in leadership. On the contrary, I do believe they are too damn exhausted to execute high pace managerial and administrative positions. In Agriculture, which everybody in the county is an expert, there is a concept of peak productions levels. Humans do also have their peak times to effect necessary outcomes and I beg to presume with allowable degree of disagreements that majority of retirees are past their peak productive periods and should stay away from active duties and over advice. In fact, they can make good village elders, school committee and cattle dip chairmen only and only if they can get over their ‘I am rich ‘attitude. Leave the retirees alone and let them stay away from county positions, especially if they have a screwed past or they have been in the Government of the ‘Mzee.’

The third group are the Sensationalist, drama queens and manna babies who don’t make and will never make good governors or leaders. These are the group of persons who spring out of the jungle and all over sudden they are dishing out cash like ‘mabarua ya sherehe’. You struggle to make to the next meal and what you want to see last is someone throwing away money. I will consider them suspects of major scandals, with exception of being the ‘Mana Baby’ I mean ‘mtoto wa Mdosi.’ What we need to ask ourselves is where they get the money. The sensationalists whom we often elect, are the worst of the kind. They show up about 2 years to election, with a lot of irrelevant projects, tournaments, youth groups, selfies, proposals and harambees but they won’t tell people exactly where they come from and what they do. They are very eloquent and generous, within no time they will have consume the entire society like wild fire. The good-for- nothings drunkards will soon sing their praises because they get bribes for a bottle of changa’aa. Eventually the all-county is drunk and blindly praising mediocre who has been begging around parliament buildings in Nairobi. Soon after elections, he will buy land build his house and disappear to the city to reward fellow conmen. This is the worst group and we need to search for them and get them marry a village women and stay at home where we can monitor them as bear parental responsibilities. Be careful with them because they happen to be the political projects of certain big politicians or NGOs funding for specific foreign interests ‘Wachana na hawa’.

Lastly is the diaspora , and I am very specific to those who have gone out of the country  for over 15 years and they are yet to marry and build a house. They share similar fate with retirees, the only  differences is that they have wild imaginations and fantasies that, change that took 239 years in another world, will take them 5-10 years to do. Let them settle for volunteer duties or absentee assignment not elective position. It is very basic that if you’ve have been away from a place/country for over 10 years, your brain slowly loses touch with reality at ground and sooner you will have some weird quiz i.e. why do people walk without shoes or why don’t have cars and bla bla bla . They become ignorant and soon will differ with Abbe’ de Condillac view on poverty and wealth that “it is not being poor to lack a type of wealth of which one as not acquired a need, and which one does not even know”. They are exceptions to this category for instance ambassadors, student (all levels) and the exiled but this does not give them a wild card to evade certain questions: where were you and what were you doing? What did you achieve and how have you been helping the county develop?

I will end by saying that this my basic judgement on what I would consider in my voting criterion. It would be wild for me to categorize all persons under the above discussed personalities, but I believe commonsense and instincts carry more weight in having moral judgement pertaining to that which is good or bad. I only adopted a simple rule of average to arrive at this near accurate probability. It is a fact that most of our failed leaders have come from these peculiar groups but still there is a room for the outliers. To have a good leader is a collective responsibility and it requires every individuals input in writing or dialogue and sometimes the extreme is necessary to force those with proven records to take up leadership from the greedy political masqueraders who want everything for themselves. Saiseree.

Senseless Bureaucracy and Legal Process will cost more Blood.

Senseless Bureaucracy and Legal Process will cost more Blood.

sola   I am sickened by this bureaucratic and so called legal process. I am really damn tired and frustrated and I do believe that a number of my species are fighting the same insensible things. The rules/laws are becoming a burden instead of a guideline, the legal system is becoming a big monster that squeezes out sense out of humanity. Aren’t there many murders and murderers than they were before? And tomorrow it will have doubled up because the legal process seem to have been bought and privatized by few individuals that the system work well for. We thought we were fighting for democracy and freedom but we have ended up with thousands of pages of conditions run by bureaucrats being paid by greedy corporates.

What makes it so hard to say no to guns and ammunitions to any civilian person? Why have a gun anyway? Isn’t it safer to have a society with no guns than a society with a few people owning guns? It is quite catastrophic to have a gun especially if one is confronted by certain societal challenges i.e. drugs, unemployment, hate, racism and homelessness, they are a recipe for disaster. If realistic problems confront a weak soul one will have no room for realistic thoughts. It will even worsen if an individual thinks of the legal system that openly benefits a few. The table between the people and the government is so wide, bureaucracy is so gigantic and it allows no room for quick moral reasoning to act on this gun menace. How long can the society wait for a bunch of semi- intellect politicians on vacation, to sit and discuss and finally follow a judicial process that will in the end rest in deaf ears? It seems to me if not you, that nobody cares whether one or a million people die as long it is not one of his.

Here is another extra good one, you take a group of intellects again with a little bit of age in them, sitting down for years in a colonial court to go through a legal process. I am talking about ICC?? They are spending years listening to a group of inconsistent liars hoping to seek truth and justice. All these unnecessary paperwork cost too much for these poor people. When did the law become so superior than collective commonsense, instincts, moral reasoning or natural law? How retard to humanity would it be to have people sitting for years listening to ten to fifty persons giving unreasonable accounts of the same? I think, with an assumption that what they are seeking to attain in the end with such a dubious process, would be to awake the devils of the past to cost for more blood than it was, in the name of justice. It wouldn’t take two minutes to understand that some countries failed in the past, have reconciled and accepted their failure and they have moved forward with a lot of change.  It is waste of time and resources to just take hours, days and years to interpret whether ‘and/or’ is different from ‘and’ and therefore thus not tie with article blah blah. I will agree with Socrates that in search for the truth the judges should be guided by reason and not feelings. I think it is ignorance at some point to have six people speak for years describing a house as to whether it’s a storey or Bungalow. Why not travel and see for yourself and dismiss much of these lies? The cobweb is very complicated and cunning but trust me it doesn’t catch the strong and the rich rather it is beating the hell out of the middle class and hardworking citizens.

To conclude, I am not a lawyer and therefore I may not know what it takes in searching for the truth. However, it is sickening to entrust justice and safety in the hands of individuals that spend years to otherwise interpret what a fifth grader can conclude perfectly. If a civilian person shoots and kills he belongs to jail unless commonsense interpret otherwise. If a nation that was burning has come together and solved their problems, leave them alone or else you will be classified as foreign force working for evil and not a common good.

Why conflicts in Middle East and Africa?

Check it here! Just a thought

This is where the woes and problems of the world began? The UN Permanent members  and what is permanent?
Why not one African nation, European, American, Asian/Arab and Australian? This section only explains the structured nature of the Wars and conflicts in Middle east and Conflicts in Diamond rich nations of Africa.

CHAPTER V
THE SECURITY COUNCIL
Composition
Article 23
1. The Security Council shall consist of eleven
Members of the United Nations. The Republic
of China, France, the Union of Soviet Socialist
Republics, the United Kingdom of Great Britain
and Northern Ireland, and the United States of
America shall be permanent members of the
Security Council. The General Assembly shall
elect six other Members of the United Nations to
be non-permanent members of the Security Council,
due regard being specially paid, in the first
instance to the contribution of Members of the
United Nations to the maintenance of international
peace and security and to the other purposes
of the Organization, and also to equitable
geographical distribution.
2. The non-permanent members of the Security
Council shall be elected for a term of two
years. In the first election of the non-permanent
members, however, three shall be chosen for a
term of one year. A retiring member shall not be
eligible for immediate re-election.
3. Each member of the Security Council shall
have one representative.
Functions and Powers
Article 24
1. In order to ensure prompt and effective
action by the United Nations, its Members confer
on the Security Council primary responsibility
for the maintenance of international peace and
security, and agree that in carrying out its duties
under this responsibility the Security Council acts
on their behalf.
2. In discharging these duties the Security
Council shall act in accordance with the Purposes
and Principles of the United Nations. The specific
powers granted to the Security Council for the
discharge of these duties are laid down in Chapters
VI, VII, VIII, and XII.
3. The Security Council shall submit annual
and, when necessary, special reports to the General
Assembly for its consideration.

Why the war in Iraq was fought for Big Oil?

http://www.cnn.com/2013/03/19/opinion/iraq-war-oil-juhasz/

Yes, the Iraq War was a war for oil, and it was a war with winners: Big Oil.

It has been 10 years since Operation Iraqi Freedom’s bombs first landed in Baghdad. And while most of the U.S.-led coalition forces have long since gone, Western oil companies are only getting started.

Before the 2003 invasion, Iraq’s domestic oil industry was fully nationalized and closed to Western oil companies. A decade of war later, it is largely privatized and utterly dominated by foreign firms.

From ExxonMobil and Chevron to BP and Shell, the West’slargest oil companies have set up shop in Iraq. So have a slew of American oil service companies, including Halliburton, the Texas-based firm Dick Cheney ran before becoming George W. Bush’s running mate in 2000.

The war is the one and only reason for this long sought and newly acquired access.

Oil was not the only goal of the Iraq War, but it was certainly the central one, as top U.S. military and political figures have attested to in the years following the invasion.

“Of course it’s about oil; we can’t really deny that,” said Gen. John Abizaid, former head of U.S. Central Command and Military Operations in Iraq, in 2007. Former Federal Reserve Chairman Alan Greenspan agreed, writing in his memoir, “I am saddened that it is politically inconvenient to acknowledge what everyone knows: the Iraq war is largely about oil.” Then-Sen. and now Defense Secretary Chuck Hagel said the same in 2007: “People say we’re not fighting for oil. Of course we are.”

For the first time in about 30 years, Western oil companies are exploring for and producing oil in Iraq from some of the world’s largest oil fields and reaping enormous profit. And while the U.S. has also maintained a fairly consistent level of Iraq oil imports since the invasion, the benefits are not finding their way through Iraq’s economy or society.

These outcomes were by design, the result of a decade of U.S. government and oil company pressure. In 1998,Kenneth Derr, then CEO of Chevron, said, “Iraq possesses huge reserves of oil and gas-reserves I’d love Chevron to have access to.” Today it does.

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In 2000, Big Oil, including Exxon, Chevron, BP and Shell, spent more money to get fellow oilmen Bush and Cheney into office than they had spent on any previous election. Just over a week into Bush’s first term, their efforts paid off when the National Energy Policy Development Group, chaired by Cheney, was formed, bringing the administration and the oil companies together to plot our collective energy future. In March, the task force reviewed lists and maps outlining Iraq’s entire oil productive capacity.

Planning for a military invasion was soon under way. Bush’s first Treasury secretary, Paul O’Neill, said in 2004, “Already by February (2001), the talk was mostly about logistics. Not the why (to invade Iraq), but the how and how quickly.”

In its final report in May 2001 (PDF), the task force argued that Middle Eastern countries should be urged “to open up areas of their energy sectors to foreign investment.” This is precisely what has been achieved in Iraq.

Here’s how they did it.

The State Department Future of Iraq Project’s Oil and Energy Working Group met from February 2002 to April 2003 and agreed that Iraq “should be opened to international oil companies as quickly as possible after the war.”

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The list of the group’s members was not made public, but Ibrahim Bahr al-Uloum — who was appointed Iraq’s oil minister by the U.S. occupation government in September 2003 — was part of the group, according to Greg Muttitt, a journalist and author of “Fuel on the Fire: Oil and Politics in Occupied Iraq.” Bahr al-Uloum promptly set about trying to implement the group’s objectives.

At the same time, representatives from ExxonMobil, Chevron, ConocoPhillips and Halliburton, among others, met with Cheney’s staff in January 2003 to discuss plans for Iraq’s postwar industry. For the next decade, former and current executives of western oil companies acted first as administrators of Iraq’s oil ministry and then as “advisers” to the Iraqi government.

Before the invasion, there were just two things standing in the way of Western oil companies operating in Iraq: Saddam Hussein and the nation’s legal system. The invasion dealt handily with Hussein. To address the latter problem, some both inside and outside of the Bush administration argued that it should simply change Iraq’s oil laws through the U.S.-led coalition government of Iraq, which ran the country from April 2003 to June 2004. Instead the White House waited, choosing to pressure the newly elected Iraqi government to pass new oil legislation itself.

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This Iraq Hydrocarbons Law, partially drafted by the Western oil industry, would lock the nation into private foreign investment under the most corporate-friendly terms. The Bush administration pushed the Iraqi government both publicly and privately to pass the law. And in January 2007, as the ”surge” of 20,000 additional American troops was being finalized, the president set specific benchmarks for the Iraqi government, including the passage of new oil legislation to “promote investment, national unity, and reconciliation.”

But due to enormous public opposition and a recalcitrant parliament, the central Iraqi government has failed to pass the Hydrocarbons Law. Usama al-Nujeyfi, a member of the parliamentary energy committee, even quit in protest over the law, saying it would cede too much control to global companies and “ruin the country’s future.”

In 2008, with the likelihood of the law’s passage and the prospect of continued foreign military occupation dimming as elections loomed in the U.S. and Iraq, the oil companies settled on a different track.

Bypassing parliament, the firms started signing contracts that provide all of the access and most of the favorable treatment the Hydrocarbons Law would provide — and the Bush administration helpeddraft the model contracts

Upon leaving office, Bush and Obama administration officials have even worked for oil companies as advisers on their Iraq endeavors. For example, former U.S. Ambassador to Iraq Zalmay Khalilzad’s company, CMX-Gryphon, “provides international oil companies and multinationals with unparalleled access, insight and knowledge on Iraq.”

The new contracts lack the security a new legal structure would grant, and Iraqi lawmakers have argued that they run contrary to existing law, which requires government control, operation and ownership of Iraq’s oil sector.

But the contracts do achieve the key goal of the Cheney energy task force: all but privatizing the Iraqi oil sector and opening it to private foreign companies.

They also provide exceptionally long contract terms and high ownership stakes and eliminate requirements that Iraq’s oil stay in Iraq, that companies invest earnings in the local economy or hire a majority of local workers.

Iraq’s oil production has increased by more than 40% in the past five years to 3 million barrels of oil a day (still below the 1979 high of 3.5 million set by Iraq’s state-owned companies), but a full 80% of this is being exported out of the country while Iraqis struggle to meet basic energy consumption needs. GDP per capita has increased significantly yet remains among the lowest in the world and well below some of Iraq’s other oil-rich neighbors. Basic services such as water and electricity remain luxuries, while 25% of the population lives in poverty.

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The promise of new energy-related jobs across the country has yet to materialize. The oil and gas sectors today account directly for less than 2% of total employment, as foreign companies rely instead onimported labor.

In just the last few weeks, more than 1,000 people have protested at ExxonMobil and Russia Lukoil’s super-giant West Qurna oil field, demanding jobs and payment for private land that has been lost or damaged by oil operations. The Iraqi military was called in to respond.

Fed up with the firms, a leading coalition of Iraqi civil society groups and trade unions, including oil workers, declared on February 15 that international oil companies have “taken the place of foreign troops in compromising Iraqi sovereignty” and should “set a timetable for withdrawal.”

Closer to home, at a protest at Chevron’s Houston headquarters in 2010, former U.S. Army Military Intelligence officer Thomas Buonomo, member of Iraq Veterans Against the War, held up a sign that read, “Dear Chevron: Thank you for dishonoring our service” (PDF).

Yes, the Iraq War was a war for oil, and it was a war with losers: the Iraqi people and all those who spilled and lost blood so that Big Oil could come out ahead.

Turonik: Village Childs’ Fortune

Turonik: Village Childs’ Fortune

Call it a child wish, a wish that only happens in December. A wish only for those whose age shy away from the next circumcision.  The wish that, the imperfect corn harvesters will be working at your neighbors’ shamba.  It will be a perfect day to save yourself from the humiliation of unplanned Christmas day. Who want’s old fashioned? Chepchorta, D.H, marina. Yaay! Lemek have just completed harvesting . You, your sister and your friend pair yourself with Chebirok. Hope you didn’t mess up your bulldozer after yesterday volley ball, it will be necessary for the sport….flipping stalks and you inspect keenly for a fortune, a fortune that the farmer calls a loss. One after the other (don’t add Chebulotinik), by now the youngest will be filling their ‘teseet’ (Busaa filtering bag). The older is still out for more fortune, I mean more corn to buy enough for ‘everyone’. The season is almost over and you should have been to Emily’s shamba, Keiyo’s shamba, Rogony’ shamba. Thanks to free world because you don’t have to deal with trespass and N.I.M.B.Y (not in my backyard), just co-exist with the cows. In the end you have a treasure to cherish, hope your parent are not the type that distributes equally nor the one that owns after you have work hard. The parent that will vow not to be accompanied to the market only to show up with D.H shoes and Kenya uniform at total of KSHS127.50, and the rest is nothing but a weird look. “Ilen kotya rabinichotok!”

Girl child Calling: I want a Governor.

Chematia want’s a Governor, not a Politician

villge girl

Chematia wants a Governor, not a Politician-

He will be in the city for an important function he says, I be donkey pull the cart.

Fifty liters will be enough for drinking, me tired.

At least budget for the water, the donkey asks, bring not Water.

 

Chematia wants a Governor, not a Politician-

He  be in Limo , I be in Nduthi.

Fifty shillings will get me  Chepterit, me walk more.

At least budget for the roads, the driver asks, bring not Roads.

 

Chematia wants a Governor, not a Politician-

He meals  ready in 15 minutes, i  cook Maharagwe 2 hours .

Fifty bundles Kuni last a week, I be in school.

At least budget for Electricity, forest asks. Bring not Electricity.

 

Chematia wants a Governor, not a Politician-

He will be in Moscow for a minor surgery, I be sick in bed.

Fifty days in bed Busaruk keep me alive, me no money.

At least budget for a Hospital, child asks. Bring not Hospital.

The Cry of a village Girl.

Mshamba Abroad: Good Ole Times

Mshamba Abroad: Good Ole Times

kiMshambabroad as the name suggests, is a Middle aged man born and raised in a small village of Tulon. My actual names are Kipkosgei arap Yego, routes ko Kipsirgoin and tiondo is ‘Toret’. I did not accidentally leave out my first name but for reasons that are obvious, I am not a Hebrew nor a prophet or a son of a missionary: I am a typical villager, a Kenyan and a true African.  I went to Tulon nursery school and later joined Emsea Secondary for form 1&2, but the village is where I belong. I went back to Tulon secondary school in 2003 when it had just started. I would have actually joined Tulon University or College if there was one. This is all my 20 years, you will have to understand that at the very onset lest the journey I am going to narrate will make no sense to you. Perhaps it will relax your thinking because you already have an idea of what kind of a person you dealing with: a VILLAGER.

I will begin with early school, because there is not much to tell about my daycare, if you were born in ‘80’s in my village you will understand it better. It is all about this mysterious ‘Chelesos’ that will kill you if you don’t take your porridge…..yuck! Sifted corn flour mixed with water. Lucky were you if it was your turn to save the ‘Kenenyat’ I mean if you were a bit older. Other than ‘Chelesos’, there was also this tough lady somewhere in the village whom they would threaten to call if you didn’t finish your porridge. I did later realize it was my uncle’s wife, a very humble woman. That is all about my day care, it is now time to trek to nursery school. I was lucky here a little bit in terms of distance, it was about one kilometer, but my friend Kemei Kirwa and Kibiiy Cheruiyot had to travel approximately 4 km to get to school and back home, rainy season was another ball game. I don’t know who taught this guy Kemei how to only write lots of ‘8888888888’ in Nursery, which is all he could do in his first days of school before Teacher Cheserem rained on him terribly. What else do you remember? Who is taking who for lunch? The fun of losing your jacket, sometimes your pants and you don’t really care? This is the time you will spend 3 hours to get home for lunch and you really don’t know where you were? Did  you ever sit down in the kitchen corner, only to be told your ‘tools’ are literally out and you look at it and smile as though, you needed more ventilation?

There is not much I still remember about Nursery school, but I will give you a few hints to stir your thoughts. I will start with the importance of the soda bottle especially the one for krest and sprite, don’t think about grandma juice here ‘wirgik’, this was a snack bottle I mean the idea behind the invention of snack/lunch box. Why krest/sprite bottle? It was not transparent, it could be tightly closed with a maize cob and easily portable. That is where mum packed my tea for school, I guess this was the norm for a large percentage of families. How do you know you were a good pupil? If you never chewed on your pencil rubber, or if you never had your pencil cut into two and tied to your book bag, some hung around their neck and some on their hand. I was very terrible on this, you have a 32 page exercise book split into two and you will use the first half first. I always lost it because it was too small. To make it worse, there was this sugar bag (the khaki one), looked like a carton box material, which was the first school bags available to many. I still remember this naughty boy who use to sneak and steal our tea at vestry (My nursery school was a church), anyway I forgave him.

Primary School, yaay!  ‘Maziwa ya Nyayo’ and please do not give me the one with girls playing netball, I am a boy! I beg to sadden your face and if you are reading this, pause for a few seconds to honor my Class 1, 2 and 3 teachers, they passed away some years ago. Lower classes were the fun times in my school life, I mean the times of the song….. ‘Mieno mwalimu kululet’….’Kotab chebaibai’ or rather say ‘oronin mwalimu’, Mwalimu Chepkeikei x3(there comes the teacher). There was not much here to read or write either, it was all about colors, numbers and ‘Kiptui batooi’ (opposites), some other popular phrases included ‘oss Kotab baba’, ‘amei Some Bobat’, T.K.K etc.  It was all about break, break, break and Lunch. This is the time I could pass my home to go to my friend’s house for lunch then the next day to my parents’ house. There is this girl who ruined my fun times (and many of you), I don’t remember her exact name because everybody had a nickname by then, she told me, ‘you are my boyfriend and I will marry you’…Gosh!! Hell broke loose (it was a terrible thing to be told then), I would have beaten her up, but I was ‘Nyama ndogo’, I was very tiny, I mean the smallest kid in class. It truly reminds me why we had a private chair designed specifically for my friend and I, it was always placed in front of the class.

I beg to interrupt the flow of the narration and give you the other half of the above, as you know lower classes only ended at 12.45 pm.  I will call this doping and immune boosting enterprise, the city boys will call it poverty. If you are from the city or your grandfather was a colonial chief you were lucky, because you already knew how to say ‘eshuush…eshuush’ (excuse…excuse) me sir/madam may I go out. It seems short to write but it was very long phrase to say and majority of the class by the time they gained the courage to say so, the trouble was already down their knees. For girls I now know that it was good because Gynecologists call it Kegel exercise. Why immune boosting? It is because the latrine was an enclosed area with mabati and large stones make the floor. You can imagine how it was when full to the capacity and you didn’t have the shoes and it was raining and no roof. Sometimes if it was crowded and you know how the young Turks send strong jets to the floor (stones), the angle of depression being equal to angle of elevation everybody would get at least 3 or 5 drops in their mouth to make you strong.  Again there was this boy from a neighboring village, he use to download everything in the same place at regular intervals giving us hard time cleaning.

If you are a village boy, you understand seasons very well, there were times for chasing butterflies, catching grasshoppers and roasting them, playing soccer, running, hunting, roasting birds, castrating dogs, ‘balooowing/teching  bung’ung’wet’ (Moles)  and skinning them. There was this other one where you had to kill ‘kibiswet’, (type of a bird) and get the fat inside it and smear on a cut on your leg (doping) to make you faster. And by the way, did you ever sing in the evening a very nasty song loudly, as though no one was hearing you, sending echoes all over the village and your friend responds from a distance? It took the intervention of your mother to shut you up ‘sis koroii inyotityenchini ng’o’ (shut up you thing). Did you ever try to imitate ‘Chebakwakwa’ (the Ibis Bird) only to be told you will be deaf? Did you ever ask your dad what time it was, but you only meant I am too tired with this damn cows? Did you ever help your mom while baking/making mandazi until 12am only to be told ‘ni ya asubuhi or wageni? This were the little moments that made life worth. They are the building blocks of humanness, it might not have been similar, but all in all we have a story that makes us who we are.

How did you dance in your Ole days?

 

 

Catch up with me on my next episode…Class 4-8