KENYA, YOU GOT ME ONCE AGAIN...DAMN YOUR GOOD!

We live in a country that practices the politics of disillusionment. Our current crop leaders are skillful magicians and short of that, jesters. The political arena is, and has been for a while a mirage, and the Kenyan people the thirsty traveler. Just over a year ago, elections went sour. We watched as Kenya burnt. Kenya burnt at a time when optimism of quite the opposite was at its highest. It took timely intervention and political compromise to conjure up peace. I come from a generation that has seen nothing like what it saw during that election, and as a virgin voter, I was devastated. After the horrifying ordeal, we came together in our masses lobbying for reform and advocating national unity. It was a time heralded as the moment for the youth to stand up, be counted, and bring prosperity back to a country on its knees. Kenyans took so much from the post election experiences, but our leaders brought so little forward. In fairness, changes were made, but the outcome was cosmetic at most. The current string of resignations by top government officials citing dissatisfaction was met with mixed emotions, no one really sure of the intentions behind them, leaving Kenyans once again connecting the dots in the hope that this time we get it right. The growth of a nation must be measured based on the content of its people, and if the just released popularity polls are anything to go by, Kenyans are disappointed, tired and some even furious. The political leadership in this country is dotted with bad seeds in the most influential positions. Some of its undaunted members have battled valiantly to fashion change, but it just is not enough. The coalition government was in many opinions a short-term endeavor but unrealistic on the grander scale. It has served its purpose. Perhaps fresh elections are the way to go, but then again we could be tempting fate twice. We cannot afford to gamble with this magnificent nation, we need decisive direction, enough with the rabbits out of the hat and dancing bears. The double-speak, disappearing taxpayer money and political good will shrouded in trickery is more than we can take. A reminder to the voter: fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.

'I said it and dare to be misquoted!'

'LOVE'...yes i said it!in the evolution that is the making of a man,the word and everything it represents is considered a reserve of the woman, a taboo to speak of and an embarrassment to be heard speaking of. This is not to say that the feeling is one not experienced by men, but rather, it is a feeling we prefer to capture in the way we treat its recepient. Women on the other hand, relate to this word with all their eleventy one senses but sight. They want to feel its aura in the room, they yearn for its aroma in the air, they want it spoken of every chance they get and most of all they they want it spoken to them in prose and poetry.. romantics the bunch of them. Men on the other hand deal with love more practically by going out their way to smother their women with security, be it financial, emotional or physical. Men have a more active approach to love, that sadly comes across as passive. Why? because love as an action does not speak louder than words! A lot of men out there have found themselves arm twisted into saying 'I(you know what)you!', and it may not make sense to you because your doing everything you possibly can short of saying it to prove you do. So why the second degree? To be honest, i have no idea, but look at it this way. Love does not just represent an emotion or fleeting moment of passion, it represents much more. It is an institution. Built on principles, centred on values, engineered by 'je ne sais quoi!', plagued by variables, measured on expectation but cushioned by reassurance. So much time and energy is put into love and women constantly need to know its worth the calloused heart. However flawed, perhaps hearing it is the only way it can be quantified. It is by no means a true reflection of the reality on the ground, as it can function as a lie just as easily as it can function as the truth. If we actually mean it, then it shouldn't be too hard to say or mean, and is it too much to ask....?I empathise! I stop!

THE 4th OFFICIAL, BALLS AND EVERYTHING ELSE NOT IN BETWEEN

In a time where we men no longer find ourselves occupied with ancient battles, plagues and mythical creatures, the modern man has had to find true purpose in pre occupations that demand less of armoured briefs but still preserve the pursuit of honour and the thirst for respect. The answer?...sport!
The other guy was pleasantly afforded the company of two members of fairer sex, along with the chest beating, crotch scratching company of the ‘boys’. We were all brought together in solidarity( well, atleast the boys) in support of our team ( which for purposes of my readership will remain anonymou...MAN UNITED...world champions) as the champions league quarter finals took stage at the theatre of dreams. Now, the result is insignifiant(read; i do not wish to discuss it), but what amazed me was the nonchalance,casual nature and total disregard for history in the making with which these ladies approached there game. Their stance was one of 'this seat is uncomfortable!' and their gaze darted randomly across the room mentally filing the couture at their eyes' disposal. Their imaginations, and they do have alot, preyed viciously at the insecurities of those in attendance. It is absolutely beyond me how any human being woman on otherwise can live a life not centred or atleast angled around football. Football was created on the 8th day for heavens sake? and the reason it was so good was because the americans were bad at it.. the world loved it. The things i would do for football rank closely behind the things i would do for sex(and i have done alot) FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! I get it to some extent, i mean after all, women are from venus, and the only thing sporty about venus is tennis(your attention is drawn to the wordplay)... which doesn't count on mars!Yes, gentlemen...tennis does not count as man-sport, unless your spanish!I ramble....
It did however occur to me that perhaps things are as they are meant to be,as far as gender likes and dislikes are concerned. It is all natures way of ensuring balance, because to be honest, how many men need a woman who knows the difference between a goal and a foul? They know more than we do as it is...!I stop!