iam trying to be objective here

The by-word for most continuing students around campus is "Transcript", the academic Sirs have released the annual audit of undergraduate life in the form grades on a piece of paper for exams attempted in the previous academic year. I got my transcript to and, not very impressive got a decent grade. Cooled my head sometime ago i am now a casual observer. i have assumed the nondescript role of a psycho-analyst, following bands of students as they go collect their transcripts and watching the frown,grin, grimace or the punch in the air as they come out. to following them to the social places afterwards. occasionally those who imbibe, will literary trot to the beer den, and only then can one really decipher the contents of the transcript sheets, for there is no hour a man is ever truth full and forth wright than his drunken hour. here they will while the night away as they get inebriated and release the contents of there transcripts to their fellow drunks in episodes like top government secrets on wiki leaks. by the end of the night they will have released the whole log of sixteen or plus entries to their fellow drunks. what remains is a sober and objective examination of their performance the following morning, of course with the realisation that they opened Pandora's box yesternight in a drunken stupor, and with that the lose of bragging rights of the make believe academic supremos or the cowering rights for those who had decent improvement in their studies.
   for, i am not a sadistic person i will it stop at that, am even going to pay much more importance to my own performance, i want to be objective hear and see if am on course to become legendary governor of Nyandarua like the much loved J.M kariuki or Laikipia county, for my heart straddles the two county like a toddler jumps from breast to breast for more milk.
     leave you with a favourite hip hop line of my friend and roommate, " they should stop criticizing, sit and realise who i am and start epitomizing," courtesy of Lil Wayne.

now this one is political

I have to find myself a black shoe, now that is a timeless message i received from an impartial fashion judge, i can also pass for a kalenjin, my lecturer looks at the class attendance sheet and rounds of my looks to the name Kibet, i don't blame her it has happened before, am not even offended, after all i have this oblong thin face that does not tie me to Bantuic tribes, then there was social layman at an eatery i used to frequent that told me i looked somali, now that took me aback.
  I have woken up with a political foot, may be its because the shower was broken, but i can't help but think about the political future of the this country, the no so distant future, the 2012 future i mean. the stage is set, the circus clowns have paint on them, it mirrors the political comedy cum satire that airs on citizen TV XYZ, I hate it.
  Anway there will be a Raila on stage, an Uhuru to, and a Ruto if circumstances permit, there will also be a cast of fringe  actors that we don't want to name because their role ain't even that of supporting cast, they could be ignore altogether, a certainty in Kenya future political land scape will have one of the aforementioned men as the baba of the Taifa or kijana mkuu for Uhuru and Ruto for they have refused to grow up and still prefer The kijana tag following them. another truth is that all the aforementioned have royal blood in their veins two by birth and one by adoption into a huge political dynasty into Kenyan politics.
   the question that begs is should we entrust all our hopes, our aspirations our, our desires with any of this men? My problem with ourselves is that we are very poor judges of character and ability, at times we believe in the abilities of people because they have assured as that they can do certain things, can we continue doing so?
   No we can't afford to do so. lets start with Uhuru for example, he has been on my crucible for a while now, inference he does not merit to become our next leader. apart from using his fathers' names for obvious political capital (* fathers if you put Moi in there), he has done nothing to prove that he can lead this nation. given that he has had a few years now in the national political arena he has done nothing extraordinary to merit the ordinary seat of the Kenyan presidency, i mean he is just like an ancient Arab dhow that flows wherever the winds push it. no a man of his own. case closed you make the judgment about him.
    Raila, the most suave and charismatic among them, a hero of the second liberation, for which we shall remain eternally thank full. His ideology and philosophy that runs in his family and among his inner circles of social democracy i do not follow. His populist policies of mass appeasement mirror the appeasement policies adopted by the west on Adolf Hitler and Germany before the second world war, catapulted against them, he needs to be pragmatic to, how about a cause for business from, him how about going full throttle for wealth creation now that would positive energy in the right direction, i don't also want an entertainer for my president , the Nonini's do a bad job and i don't expect him to fare any better. As for Ruto lets wait for the minor matter fo the Hague is decided before we make our judgment, after all we don't want a president ruling as from a Jail cell in the scandivia before we ,make our judgement.
   bottom line is we need to refocus our attention on the real quality leaders we have around us that we have never appreciated, the likes of Mukhisa Kituyi, you can build on this list may be then we might be able to have our very own Ian Khama among us or a Bingu Wa Muthairika for president.

triad of love

i don't read the bible much, i don't even go to church, recently i even met a girl who told me philosophy had turned her into an agnostic (had to check that out on word web first) but i still do have an inate love for my creator, i don't go to church on sunday's because i hat mapping out routines in my life, but i acknowledge the omniprescence being of God, and know that he is always in my heart. i have a poor memory of bibilical memonics, but i remember one verse about Rachel, it goes something like this, " Rachel is crying for her children, coz they are not" many a time i have tried to conceptualize the meaning of such a short phrase.

the phrase is very compelling, Rachel was crying for her children the, the hopes of her people, now i have tried mirror the historical bibilical situation in my life. in the past there are women who have cried for me, for my hopes, for my dreams, for my aspirations, they have cried with me to, they have wiped my tears and restored hope for life and for the future, one of them is the axis and the premise for life, my favourite person thus far, this blog is dedicated to them, they are my grandmother and my mum. i pledge to never dissopoint them. coz to me theres joy in living life as they would have wanted me to.

i am a mash up of all their dreams and aspirations, an ambassador of their voice and and hopes and i promise i will be what they wanted me to be. in my formative years they protected the bud of hope they had seen in me with love and understanding, now's my turn to show them that their lessons for life to me were fruitful, for the memories of my child hood days with my mum and my grandma in them makes up for a triad of love that inspired a lifetime in me. i miss u grandma terry, promise to never let down, this is a prayer not a recital so,help me God
. Amen.

extrazangance

my peace of mind has been puntured, thanks to this south african brother oga who invented a noisy plastic blow pipe in the name of vuvuvela. anyway the electioneering period is with again, in campus at least, order has given way to mayhem and drunks outnumber the sober by a decent margin. this time am watching from a passive distance. my stomach is not bloated with a bile like feeling as i am not a candidate.

the striking thing however is that this elections are a mirror of the kenyan society its political culture and democratic maturity. i have sat in an adhoc council of elders perpetuating ethnic balkanization of the students politics i reserve my appologies for time to come, as am being dictated by the heart to blog this i will be forthright. the political divisions in the campus political theatre mimic a larger theatre that is kenyas's national political environment. most people have regrets about beieng ethnic, i swear i do to but few are willing to act on their regrets. i mean i would like the best personalities in office, this would mean they would that they would have the chance of grooming themselves for national positions, end result+ useful reserve of dedicated leaders for tommorrow.  i hate the more when the elected candidtaets mode of communication is swanglish (my freinds coined this name for those who can't communicate effectively in kiswahili or enlglish) but nevertheless ethnic banding has created battallions behind them and they are presnted to us as the ideal choices.



anaway this blog is about extravangance, how extravangant we are with our choices, granted that life always grants us the choices to redeem ourselves, to make up  for past mistakes but what do we do? we continually fluff them away. my god we are even extravangant with luck, look at how we let water flow away into the oceans after extended periods of drought, are we a wastefull people? you tell me that maybe you know it better than i do.

Emtional punch-Kenyan politics

 I surfing through a sea of emotions, the moment the period is brilliant, the sun seems to be brighter, life has a new punch, i recently witnnesed the birthing of a new nation, my kenyan nation, suddenly i don't pay to much attention  to the naysayers are saying i am remaining optimistic.
I am in the new nation, am following it to. The nation is still in the hand of old archaic midwifes, they are brutes, they have been midwifing the birth of a new nation for long, they botched it up countless times, they have cleaned their coats, given themselves a new sheen, the have a smile; sorry a grin in their faces. They want new jobs, they want to nurse the new born, their milk bottles are vermin infested, the young baby should not, shall not be left in their care.

let them nurse the wounds of rejection, for the new baby cries and freckles in their presence. They are the old brand of Kenyan politicians, they never let go. Well we already did.

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me for the future

I am in the university library, studying? NO, not really, i am putting my heart and thoughts into electronic print. i have already began eulogizing my time in campus, i am leaving school before summer. What a time it has been,? i came to learn,, learn a lot from books, that i have done but not as much as i have learned from people. I have taught myself to accept constructive knowlodge from all sources, be it the occassional wise villager.
But of all these i have not lost cognisance of the fact that i am a man, i recognise that there's a future for and the question that i am seeking answers for is not what the future holds for me, but what is in for the future. i am working myself for a grand future.

open heart

This is an open heart, a soul on the mountain and a mind in a glass jar. we human beings like to hide beneath ourselves, cover ourselves with thin films of veiled selfishness.
 What if lived our lives out in the open? what if the rationale of the heart was what guided us? what if everything in life was injected dose of passion and emotion? what would happen if rulers ruled with their unbridled hearts and souls, judges dispensed justice with their unbridled hearts and souls, what if all neighbourliness  was hearty, what if all friendship was real based on an ever impartial soul, what if all religions recognized the sovereignty of the others, what if justice was a fundamental maxim of all faiths, would the world be a better to be?
This would utter in a new philosophy for life. where love would reign supreme and everything in life would have a hearty cream on it. life would beautiful.