Showing posts with label kenya. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kenya. Show all posts

Friday, 30 January 2015

DEAD BEAT CHRISTIANS, PREACH ON Rev KATHY KIUNA

  • Bendera hufuata upepo,
  • Ukitaka cha mvunguni sharti uiname,
  • Fuata nyuki ule asali,
  • Cia korire Wacu mugunda,
  • 'Aliye juu mfuate'

picture from web source

 I can go on with this list. Women are very complicated and they need all the help in their search for their 'ideal men'. Generally [and unsurprisingly] speaking,  men place more value on beauty while women go deeper to social status, access to financial resources being on top of the list.  Where to get this ideal man is a topic that is not new to most of us.

Sooo, why is this now a big issue..? Is it because its a Reverend  allegedly talking about it or is it just Kenyans being Kenyans? I want to believe that the criticism is coming from the men of the area she mentioned because of the fear of the possible dry spell should the girls follow the good Reverend's alleged advice. And we know girls from this area really turn up.

funny zone.org picture

Then the Reverend's thoughts on "poor people," I am of the opinion that its not good to divide worshipers in those two tribes (The Haves and The Have Nots) which are evident all over Kenya. A church is a place you to, to get solace, or at least it's supposed to be. It's even written that where people gather in His name there shall He be, so we #turnup to get the spiritual feeding. BUT, some of us have forgotten our responsibilities as Christians. The men of God are our responsibility. Tithing is our responsibility and we all know The Good Book says that someone who does not tithe is  a thief! So why should we have thieves in church?

My Take

It is wrong as Christians to give na shingo upande. You tithe/give offerings/plant seeds then next when you see the man of God with some new "something," you go like "There goes my tithe, If it weren't for me, he wouldn't be driving that car" and bile builds on. Its very simple,  Give without remembering, Receive without forgetting and next time you go to church, be responsible: TOA SADAKA!

NyaKenya Wairimu


Wednesday, 21 January 2015

CHRISTMAS IN CENTRAL KENYA

Happy New Year, people! It is still right and on time to wish you a happy new year, right? Anyway,  I do hope that y'all enjoyed your holiday/safaris and that you are back to your respective jobs in one piece. As for those who didn't travel, thank you for keeping watch of our city homes/houses/rooms and I hope your neighbors brought you some good something from their trips so that you don't feel left out on the ndumas (arrow-roots), nduramuthis (plums), mitungos (boiled corns)  and all that is found upcountry and is expensive in the city...well, if they didn't,,,, don't worry maybe next time they will... Myself I didn't bring something for every of my neighbors but I did bring some corns and plums(that I actually bought in town) for our young caretaker, you know just to remain in his good books this year and have my water pumped anytime of the day and night, .(wink)



Well, as hinted above and as it is the norm in December I also did do some travelling and this didn't come without drama. We got stuck on Thika Road traffic for hours and didn't arrive at my village until midnight -- a journey that normally takes three and a half hours on a normal day, that day on [24th] it took us 9 straight hours!!! I mean, how far is Kangema from Nairobi?. We arrived just in time for my grandmas favorite;  'Murekio'( happens on Christmas eve where villagers go knocking on doors, sing Christmas Carols and then getting some kind of offering to be taken to the respective church on Christmas day) yes or something like that. Since time immemorial on Christmas eve we would always finish up with the eating, kitchen work and all of us gather at the sitting area singing and telling stories, waiting on murekio and the clock to strike 00:00, shout out  'gakenge nigaciarwo' in jubilation and continue with the gakenge songs until we got knocked off on our seats the last one calling everyone to go to their beds.
Its Murekio time.  My village is very cold at night
you need more than a Maasai blanket.

This time I couldn't help but notice that the fun about murekio is long gone out of my fellow villagers minds...Where did murekio go? when I asked around I was told it was because of the obvious reasons; insecurity and thuggery. The young villagers would hide in the dark 'turenjis' (foot paths) and take all the offerings collected that night while others pretend they were there for the singing but hid themselves in the back stealing chickens and the rabbits. Very sad! that's what I used to look forward to! It was actually the climax of Christmas to me! What made me know that Christmas was finally here after the numerous chapo aromas from most kitchens in the village and the huge families like ours doing the mbuzi choma because buying meat from the butcher would never be enough for all of us. The going round to each and every doorstep in village singing Christmas Kikuyu songs, collecting offerings from the house owners and particularly this neighbor who used to give chapo was so much fun so sad that insecurity has escaped with that one...


So Christmas is gone and still in the village with my now all grown up nephew. We decided for the old time's sake, to go down the hill to cut some pine trees for firewood purposes (y'all cutting down a tree in my village is a huge process which includes the chief checking you have planted 2 trees after cutting down 1) and we thought it would be fun carrying the stumps uphill since it was out of our willingness unlike the old days when it was put in your day 'to do list'. With my countless martial arts, yoga and zumba classes, I knew it was going to be an easy task but let me tell you, it was not what I expected, the stumps were so heavy on my back , I felt like I didn't have my neck anymore and I literally sunk in the ground with every step I made, and in every step I made I thought through the idea of carrying the stumps again and I knew I was not going to happen because my back was aching like crazy. I must say I was ashamed on my getting tired that easily and if there is a resolution I did make was to take my classes seriously this year. So no more missing on my sessions Monday=martial arts class, Wednesday Zumba and martial arts classes , Thursday=yoga  and Saturday martial art. Am literally killing myself this year and hopefully the results next Christmas holiday.




Even with all that mishap, I still think upcountry is the true definition of beauty,fresh air and real relaxation (at least mine is) waking up to the mowing of the cows roaster crows and the birds singing is always very refreshing!  The smell of the dung whenever I accompany granny to milk the cows, feeding the chicken, collecting eggs, sipping my cup of  true tea (black tea) that I back in the days helped to pick from my grandparents shamba and the fresh bites on the ndumas (arrowroot) that my grandma is so popular for among my relatives. Back in the days that used to be followed by taking the basket and going to pick tea in our tea plantation for 8-9 hours almost none stop. But these days someone else helps us do that and thank heavens for the abundant rainfall and the knowledge of storing water,  my grandma can now get water right there at home. Otherwise the fetching of water from our stream down the hill was not something to look forward to.














NyaKenya Wairimu














Monday, 8 December 2014

MY DRESS MY CHOICE~LIES WE TELL

Truth be told, most of us ladies we have that piece of cloth that can be a skirt or that essential little black dress that when we were buying them, they looked long enough and when we are trying them out in our dressing rooms, they look okay and comfortable. Then we put on our high heels(you all know that high heels makes a dress appear even more shorter..right?) walking around the house picking this picking that on our way out hurriedly then shoot...when we start walking on our paths to the main road you realize that the skirt is going up with every step you make..and of course that's not the length you wanted for the day and so you walk few meters, pull it down , few meters pull it down all the way to wherever you were going to and poor you if you meet up with our frustrated uniformed stripping gangs or goons if you may.




Some of you might consider this as a topic that has been overtaken by time because its in our nature to make a lot of noise about things then all of a sudden forget about them like they didn't even happen. After a series of remorseless stripping attacks made to our aunties, cousins sisters right, left and center by our men, the women took it to the streets causing traffic mayhem to protest with a very confused, lost and over blown slogan 'My dress my choice' making it even worse was their dress code..They dressed in all sort of decent clothing as if the ladies being stripped were in the long dresses, tights and jeans! I mean I have seen women protest in Malawi, Nigeria, Gabon, South Africa and Uganda to mention but a few.

what they wore,

Picture taken from Daily Nation

What I expected them to wear.



They carried to the streets all sort of placards but this one caught my eyes.

picture courtesy of  abc.net.au
Because instead of protesting in a dignified manner, this is how our sisters and cousins behaved in the streets...
picture curtesy of News-Kenya.com


picture curtesy of  Daily Nation

Lets be honest, we cannot continue justifying our tiny dresses in the name of 'even our mothers and grandmothers wore minis in the 60s 70s and 80s and no one stripped them' because we all know that since then the world has drastically changed, so have we and our mannerisms as well! What we have been exposed to today is in no way near to what they were exposed to . We have the internet, TV and even our radios advising us on how to dress in our bedrooms, how to dress for night out with the girls, first dates etc etc. We are therefore totally responsible for the choices we make in our lives. Your dress your choice yes, but whatever happens there after blame it solely on you. Ladies, we share this world with other people so lets dress decently and lets be dignified with our mode of dressing. 

Or if you insist, when you want to dress in this short dresses/skirts, use private means of transport that is your car, taxi or avoid areas where majority of the frustrated jobless girlfriend-less Kenyan men cruise.


Moral of the story, if you decide to do something, do it and make it big. Good examples are from our neighbors;

In Malawi


In South Africa


 In Uganda
Picture courtesy of Monitor.co.ug


In Gabon
picture courtesy of bbc.co.uk 


Nyakenya Wairimu


Monday, 24 November 2014

MONDAY BLUES??~ Yes Lord!



There is time and place for everything and everyone. I am not going to force anything that is not fitting in my life. Am a work in progress and just like everyone else i have my moments where i ignore calls and texts, log off Facebook chat.I tell people i am tired but in reality am just feeling down. 
I preach of how not to allow Monday blues to rule your Mondays...but today?! The blues have ruled a better part of my day today. I am going to sleep today and hope that my tomorrow will be much better, I hope that today was my last day to be a Caterpillar and that tomorrow, I will be a butterfly. 










Pics by Drix of Drix Photography