Incest in Europe

Josef Fritzl, and the man from Sheffield should have been jailed in Kenya, such that if they ever got chances of ever writing books about their lives in crime like John Kiriamiti, and if human rights activists kept their noses off, I can assure you no man in the western world would ever commit such crimes.

For those who are still in hiding, your days are numbered.

Mum's School

We watched Holby City this evening with my son. There was a scene where a new mother, Daisha thinks she can not cope and is thinking of giving her baby up for adoption. Another nurse, Faye is trying to reassure her that everything will be alright. Daisha thinks that Faye is a strong woman coz she's managed a nursing career and bringing up a son who has a disability. Faye says that Daisha will cope, coz she's now a mum and that is what mum's do.

My son looks at me and asks, 'did you go to a mum's school when you had me?'

'Why?' I asked.

'You just seem to know everything when I don't'.

I wonder what they would teach in those schools that nature doesn't prepare you for, not unless it's a teenage mum's school and more teen mum school.

Bush is no longer president

I found this and thought of sharing. Not that I'm a fun of American politics, but it's funny.

One sunny day in late January, 2009 an old man approached the White House from Across Pennsylvania Avenue, where he'd been sitting on a park bench.

He spoke to the U.S. Marine standing guard and said, "I would like to go in and meet with President Bush."

The Marine looked at the man and said, "Sir, Mr. Bush is no longer president and no longer resides here."

The old man said, "Okay", and walked away.'

The following day, the same man approached the White House and said to the same Marine, "I would like to go in and meet with President Bush."

The Marine again told the man, "Sir, as I said yesterday, Mr. Bush is no longer president and no longer resides here."

The man thanked him and, again, just walked away.

The third day, the same man approached the White House and spoke to the very same U.S. Marine, saying "I would like to go in and meet with President Bush."

The Marine, understandably agitated at this point, looked at the man and said, "Sir, this is the third day in a row you have been here asking to speak to Mr. Bush. I've told you already that Mr. Bush is no longer the president and no longer resides here. Don't you understand?"

The old man looked at the Marine and said, "Oh, I understand. I just love hearing it."

The Marine snapped to attention, saluted, and said, "See you tomorrow, Sir."

Bridge over troubled waters

I first heard it on X Factor this evening, sung by Danny Evans before he was voted out, and the words just captivated me.

I googled in search of the lyrics, and I was surprised to see how many people have actually sung it from the late '60s till now.

Not in any order

Cece Winan
Whitney Houston
Luther Vandross
Aretha Franklin
Natalie Cole
Leona Lewis
Paul Simon
Johnny Cash
Art Garfunkel

But I think the original is by Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel.

I noted there was a version done for Obama recently (check 'My Music' by the side).

I just love the words, it kind of makes me think of Jesus on my side when all is not working for me.

When you're weary, feeling small,
When tears are in your eyes,
I will dry them all;
I'm on your side.
when times get rough
And friends just cant be found,
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.
When youre down and out,
When youre on the street,
When evening falls so hard
I will comfort you.
I'll take your part.
When darkness comes
And pains is all around,
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.

Sail on silver girl,
Sail on by.
Your time has come to shine.
All your dreams are on their way.
See how they shine.
If you need a friend
I'm sailing right behind.
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind.
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind.

Looking for a man Part 1

Of late, I’ve been one busy Miss Macharia (looking). My sister in law has become more annoying and I’ve sworn to look for my own man and be the best sister-in-law. Mr Maua (he of facebook) started playing hide and seek, I got tired. He was not available from ‘this time to that time’. My phone bill escalated so high, and he stopped contacting, although my calling was welcomed. (I hate to say that you told me so).

I believe there’s a man ‘in the house’ for me, thus visited many houses in the last few weeks. I went to every Christian conference in London, and the neighbouring cities, I visited several churches, I signed up in Christian dating websites, visited several other places where I know Christians hung, all in the name of machariaring. And meeting I did.

I first met this handsome Naija guy who started calling me baby, honey, sweetheart and the like on the first date. He promised me heaven and earth (the moon included) within 3 days, and I knew he was a liar (heaven and earth can’t surely be his, we all know the owner). Sweetie and babie came out so fake I couldn’t take it.

I met a French/Naija (Nigerian father, Congolese mother, born and raised in France) young doctor who, I’d say just made my heart melt. The guy is a worshipper, when he leads the worship on Sunday, if you aren’t born again, believe me you’ll get saved.

The guy ggave me his phone numbers (mobile and work). So, I was having an appointment at the hospital where he works, and I decided to surprise him, buoi (say it the Naija way), he’s a radiographer not a radiologist. The guy also has a live-in girlfriend and a child – I’m too possessive, I don’t share. So I waved bye bye to yet another ‘brother’.

I met this other ‘brother’, Kenyan alright. He leads the service in his church, and there was no way I’d have thought of ‘me and him’. I felt way too beneath, yes down there. He’s ‘holier than thou’. After service there was a cuppa tea, and as my son approached the hall from Sunday school, the guy was standing at the entrance, he asked how my son liked SS, and then who he came with. Master Maua looked my direction and our eyes locked. We used the same train home, and ala, he lives in the neighbourhood. Te next Sunday after church he popped by, we had lunch. My son went to his room, and the brother and I were left alone. Within a short while the eyes started talking, then another language in a manner likely to suggest something different, he moved next to me. I was in shock, ‘is this the same guy I saw last Sunday?'

He reminded me of someone I cared for, who made me stumble. If the guy had not been born again, I’d have married him. But the stumbling part made me scared coz I was a baby Christian and he was meant to be more mature but……. And then there was this one in my living room.

Something was not right.

I opened the door and told him where to go.

4 days ago, I got a mail from a guy in one of the dating services. This guy, 32 yrs had seen my profile and he liked, could I look at his, he said. I ignore. Next day another mail. ‘I really like your profile, can I IM you’. Sure you can, but I've not subscribed to have that service.

I replied and told this guy to read my profile again. 40-45. Age is really important to me. It may be a number, but to me it’s not. He replied and told me that he’s actually 36, but ‘you can’t write all about yourself’. 36 and 40, there’s no much difference, he said. ‘Pls respect my profile’s wishes, if you were 48, I’d consider, but not even 39’. I know what I want, and I'm not ready to bend that just to suit you coz you like my profile, and think I don't even look 40. I ain’t being anyone’s mama, been there done that, not going back.

I’ve since deleted my profile, and I’ve stopped visiting the ‘houses’. I'm thinking of quiting my part time business. I can't keep planning, filming and photo shooting other people's weddings.

It’s now left between the Man above and I.

Power sharing

Kenyans are really spreading the gospel.