KENYANS FOR KENYA

I say it's about time this was happening.. we Kenyans are famous for last minute habits, even when life is on the line.
the past couple of months have put us on the spot in ways even the war-tone middle east seems like child's play.
look, I'll play devil's advocate here. much as i am humbled by the overwhelming support that Kenyans for Kenya seems to be getting, what annoys me is the cyclic trend we usually have with response to Hunger.
the famine phenomenon happens every two years. and its always the same old story. president declares a national disaster, government(which i wonder who exactly it is) denies there's no food, or that the situation is not as bad and Kenyans, for the goodwill the good Lord has given us, we donate for our brothers.
let's not miss the teaching your children how to fish lesson please!
let us bear in mind that we need to start adopting agricultural practices to those who knew none, and here am also talking about Eastern, coast, some parts of the North Rift and the Northern regions of Kenya. central, too needs this lesson, yea, there are people dying looking at the streaming water flow by. this is very crucial. there are success stories in some of these areas bearing the full throttle of mother nature's wrath. take for instance the Takaba water project in Mandera, they have put in place water systems that now sustain up to 21,000 people!!! visit the Kenya Red Cross website for more information. your jaw will drop.
who says it's not doable!
Corporates, let's not get ahead of ourselves here in finding a way to push our brands. this campaign should be the last. let us raise the money to kick-start success stories, to set up green houses, to buy drought-resistant plants- here by the way it's not always that maize is the food to grow, who says fruits aren't food- and also get water and irrigation systems running.
by doing this, we have truly become Kenyans for Kenya. so please pick your phone, on your safaricom line dial 111111(1 six times) and donate as much as you can. hata that ten bob, and let's work towards a greener food secure Kenya. kwani Israel na Egypt wanadoo?!?!?!

Truth be told, we're human.

since i last wrote on my blog, i was so bubbled up with tension and uncertainty of life, right now it feels like a story. i still can't believe i experienced all that i had written, but all the same, selective memory is somehow good. i have moved on in life.

there is one thing that single parents don't seem to see, no matter how much in denial we may be, how determined we are to stay afloat, we have our caving moments, when we are alone in the bedroom, bills have piled up beyond our necks and the tot is tagging at your skirt for attention. at this point blood rushes through our veins, the mind is so cloudy that your vision becomes foggy. the wailing child looks at you with swollen eyes and the hiccuping cries pierce your heart like a sharp knife.

one of two thoughts go through your head, you either play the devil or the angel. the devil in you will shove the child away until he learns to know when mummy just doesn't want this and goes away. the angel in you will breath a heavy sigh, squat to your baby's level just to look into what hurts the child more.

you see, children are very simple, it's we parents who complicate them, when we don't have time to say hi when we get home, or when we are forever on the phone when they have just had their winning moment, or when something as simple as a goodnight turns into a 'go to bed it's late.' my therapist back in school was nice enough to encourage me to choose my words; for these are what make or break their self esteem. i can safely say, mine is a confident smart and happy child. and i own bragging rights.

i can confirm that as a parent i have had moments where i fail to recognize my child's special moments. but the important thing is not to constantly repeat them, but to avoid them at all costs.

my baby daddy

i never thought that being a parent would have so many ups and downs. oh well, no pressure. i opt to live one day at a time. Ryan's dad is still in denial. i don't know why, but i hope he stays there- in denial. i was told to let the world teach him how to take responsibility. i comfort myself that one day he will come rolling on the ground and on his knees to see him. i don't know what to say or do when that time comes...i hope for the best though

learn to appreciate.

why is it that every time i walk in the streets with my son people think the worst of me?well, i care less.anyway, that is not the point today. On Friday, i watched this horrific documentary about the atrocities committed in Liberia. it touched me so much i wept. it was sickening to see children and women displaced because of human selfishness. it made me feel sick. seeing these inhumane people eating each other made me think straight up about my son at home, comfortably resting and playing.it made me appreciate the peace and political stability we have here in Kenya. unfortunately, there is a thin line between peace and war. in this election year the situation is very delicate..we should strive for peace wherever we are, be it in the north or the south, west or east. we are all human and we are all equal. let us try to appreciat trhe little we have and rule out anyone of anything that tries to attempt rebellion.

being a parent

there is nothing wrong with being a parent in the teens, my son, ryan makes my day. i go him at 19.it was the mostexciting experioence of my life. i kind of wonder why girls opt to procure an abortion,children are a blessing, even though they come with responsibilities. i live for my boy. i love my son and that's what matters. where is his daddy?in hell for all i care. how does he live with himself?disappearing knowing that somewhere he has a child and not caring the least to come and see him!makes me hate men!!!