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?!?!?!
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
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.
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.
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