Seven year old Otieno dreams of owning a multi-national company for exporting fish from the lake side.
Murugi on the other hand believes that twenty years form now, she'll be a member of parliament...the future of her people is in her hands.
Years on, dreams turn into nightmares, a live to a survival tactic, and, a future into a regret for envisioning the ability of the unachievable.
Thousands of children don't access a primary school with tens of thousands dropping out yearly. Traditions and customs are the first to deny education to ambitious children-early marriages, female genital mutilation, looking after the livestock...have highly contributed to illiteracy despite the education being free in the country.
Poverty, likewise, denies the ones spared from traditions and customs from realizing their dreams. Simple human needs like food, good clothing and shelter are limited in a majority of school goers. A good education in this country=money; and a good education also=better job opportunities.
So many students also miss admissions in secondary schools not just because of poor academic performance, but insufficiency of leaning institutions.
Whether literate or illiterate, the job market stands the same. Its no longer about the papers, credentials or the certificates. Today's job market is like a favor bank- do this; I do that... a political game- I know you; do you recall me... or a monarchy- I've heard of that name; he is my father...
Being employed has hence resulted into a social class of the highest caste... only the elite get employed.
I've witnessed computer science, medical lab, communication, education, IT and other university graduates remain jobless for years. Surprisingly, every other organisation is greatly suffering due to a deficiency of a work force. It's just like planting and to never reap, or irrigating an orchard that will never bear fruits.
Youth unemployment though rarely spoken about, it's been here for years and its here to stay. And, if the government is doing nothing to fulfill its duty to its loyal citizens, we don't have to continue tethering around a field that has no more green grass to feed on.
We have the strength to move to greener pastures through our own very sweat. And since we the youth make the majority of the population, whatever we want we can get, as long as we partnership with each other to make it through the rough storms.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
MALE VIRGINITY
What do they say? There are no more virgins in this city, town, village...
They never say; there is no man leaving a single pre-virgin virgin.
Just curious...what makes one a virgin? As far as I am concerned, many are practicing 'secondary virginity.' There are some who are 'still virgins', 'primary virgins', 'secondary' and 'tertiary virgins'.
Still, who is and what makes a virgin? Is it the lack of sexual expertise in the field of bedroom business, or, is it a total lack of experience in the latter sector?
Lack of sexual expertise...well, so many lack the expertise in that area, regardless of the length of specialization. But, lack of experience is something new. That is the true virgin; though not a real one...
Reason why? Well, it's so simple1 One may be a total jerk in sexual intercourse, but an expert in other sexual activities--oral sex, mutual masturbation, frottage, etc.
What makes one a virgin is being experienceless of sexual intercourse. This is because, regardless of the games one has played, as long as the hymen remains intact, you still are a virgin. But if sporting like bicycle cycling and mountain climbing tore apart the hymen, virginity is lost-whether or not one is without experience or is an expertee.
The point is clear. The key to proving that one is still a virgin is if they still have an intact hymen.
In addition, 'virgin' is a word derived from 'vagina.'
For the male-folk, they have to stop referring themselves as virgins-unless. somewhere somehow, they've a vagina.
by MJN
They never say; there is no man leaving a single pre-virgin virgin.
Just curious...what makes one a virgin? As far as I am concerned, many are practicing 'secondary virginity.' There are some who are 'still virgins', 'primary virgins', 'secondary' and 'tertiary virgins'.
Still, who is and what makes a virgin? Is it the lack of sexual expertise in the field of bedroom business, or, is it a total lack of experience in the latter sector?
Lack of sexual expertise...well, so many lack the expertise in that area, regardless of the length of specialization. But, lack of experience is something new. That is the true virgin; though not a real one...
Reason why? Well, it's so simple1 One may be a total jerk in sexual intercourse, but an expert in other sexual activities--oral sex, mutual masturbation, frottage, etc.
What makes one a virgin is being experienceless of sexual intercourse. This is because, regardless of the games one has played, as long as the hymen remains intact, you still are a virgin. But if sporting like bicycle cycling and mountain climbing tore apart the hymen, virginity is lost-whether or not one is without experience or is an expertee.
The point is clear. The key to proving that one is still a virgin is if they still have an intact hymen.
In addition, 'virgin' is a word derived from 'vagina.'
For the male-folk, they have to stop referring themselves as virgins-unless. somewhere somehow, they've a vagina.
by MJN
VIPER FRIENDS AND VENOM FRIENDSHIPS
'Without friends, you are like a book nobody bothers to pick up',it has been said. I didn't want to be an alien,weirdo or a solitary creature. All the same, I know that I can only be my own best friend because, friendship sucks; completely. No wonder my preference of enemies to friends,"May God protect me from my enemies, I can take care of my enemies."
They jealous? Maybe.
Caring? I doubt.
Suffering from inferiority complex? I bet.
Or they sort of crazy? Most probably!
I recall it from way back as a 7 year old. Apparently, my 'best friend' told me that she didn't like my clothes-they looked kind of 'cheap'... Funny enough; I came to learn that they lived in a mud-house, in her grandparent's compound! That was one big-hearted jealous girl.
Then there later came this girl who laughed at me on seeing me on tights (before they became the in-thing),she thought that I looked funny. Well, should I have blamed God for maturing early...God heard her prayers because today, she's one beautiful lady with a dazzling figure eleven.
One great best and closest girlfriend once told me, "Na vile unang'oa ka ujinga". Really! So what? The thick headed girl couldn't simply figure out what is identity-a sense of belonging-societal dignity-a highly sophisticated accent. That dearest pal of mine is today living somewhere, slightly suspended on the breadline.
Re-flashbacking onto my childhood into my adulthood, allergy left me with spotty skin, though I luckily survived it all. My 'best-friend' at the time as-she used to refer herself told me that I looked like a leopard... The good mannered girl that I am doesn't allow me to go around spanking her behind, and preaching her real self. That she is like a bitch who doesn't mind any dog jumping on her, that she may not live to be thirty years as her weight will have already sent her to an early grave-and that size of hers needs a tummy-tuck for I'm tired of that oval-like shape of hers.
"...come I teach you; men can't get enough of me..." I've had not a boyfriend, I've had 'ma-boyfriends'. Damn, what a whore! Good pal thinks that she is so hot, but how can I tell her that she is no better than a dump site, or a left over that can only be desired for by slum street dogs?
'...my mama is like this, like that, she's hot...she got a silky smooth black beauty skin, a very tiny waist...a sexy booty and hips...' So what? Are you trying to compare me with your mum or what , because, I'm no lesbian or bi-sexual. However sexy she may be,nothing about her can turn me on... I would rather turn myself on.
Girlfriend...I don't desire for none, nor wish for any. They are like a venom from a viper. Just because they have nothing to flaunt, they think the best thing is to bring you down. But, whenever they unleash their venom, I just laugh it off, because, I do pity their insecurity and below the line self-concept. If you note something wrong with my physique, speech...don't you think that I'm already very much aware, and cool with it? Maybe the next time you feel the desire to bring me down you should first tell God that He made a mistake, don't come to me.
by MJN
They jealous? Maybe.
Caring? I doubt.
Suffering from inferiority complex? I bet.
Or they sort of crazy? Most probably!
I recall it from way back as a 7 year old. Apparently, my 'best friend' told me that she didn't like my clothes-they looked kind of 'cheap'... Funny enough; I came to learn that they lived in a mud-house, in her grandparent's compound! That was one big-hearted jealous girl.
Then there later came this girl who laughed at me on seeing me on tights (before they became the in-thing),she thought that I looked funny. Well, should I have blamed God for maturing early...God heard her prayers because today, she's one beautiful lady with a dazzling figure eleven.
One great best and closest girlfriend once told me, "Na vile unang'oa ka ujinga". Really! So what? The thick headed girl couldn't simply figure out what is identity-a sense of belonging-societal dignity-a highly sophisticated accent. That dearest pal of mine is today living somewhere, slightly suspended on the breadline.
Re-flashbacking onto my childhood into my adulthood, allergy left me with spotty skin, though I luckily survived it all. My 'best-friend' at the time as-she used to refer herself told me that I looked like a leopard... The good mannered girl that I am doesn't allow me to go around spanking her behind, and preaching her real self. That she is like a bitch who doesn't mind any dog jumping on her, that she may not live to be thirty years as her weight will have already sent her to an early grave-and that size of hers needs a tummy-tuck for I'm tired of that oval-like shape of hers.
"...come I teach you; men can't get enough of me..." I've had not a boyfriend, I've had 'ma-boyfriends'. Damn, what a whore! Good pal thinks that she is so hot, but how can I tell her that she is no better than a dump site, or a left over that can only be desired for by slum street dogs?
'...my mama is like this, like that, she's hot...she got a silky smooth black beauty skin, a very tiny waist...a sexy booty and hips...' So what? Are you trying to compare me with your mum or what , because, I'm no lesbian or bi-sexual. However sexy she may be,nothing about her can turn me on... I would rather turn myself on.
Girlfriend...I don't desire for none, nor wish for any. They are like a venom from a viper. Just because they have nothing to flaunt, they think the best thing is to bring you down. But, whenever they unleash their venom, I just laugh it off, because, I do pity their insecurity and below the line self-concept. If you note something wrong with my physique, speech...don't you think that I'm already very much aware, and cool with it? Maybe the next time you feel the desire to bring me down you should first tell God that He made a mistake, don't come to me.
by MJN
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