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Nilikuwa katika hali ambayo singalijua. Siwezi kamwe ambatanisha yaliyokuwa yakitendeka isipokuwa tu ninayo mawazo ya mwili wangu mzima kutetemeka. Jambo la mwisho ninalokumbuka ni mama yangu mzazi akiniuliza, "My son, mbona watetemeka kama jino la nyanya mzee"?  Hapo pengine nilijipata hospitalini  nilipopata nafuu baada ya wiki tatu.  Nilijihisi vyema baada ya wiki tatu nilipoyafungua macho yangu na kujipata nimelazwa kitandani cha zahanati moja huko sehemu za Meru. Kando yangu walikuwa watu kadhaa wengi wao wenye nyuso zenye huzuni. Kati yao alikuwepo shangazi yangu aliyekuwa akijitahidi na maombi. Pia walikuwemo marafiki zangu, dada yangu na pia binti mrembo ambaye kwa sasa ni bibi yangu. Nipomtazama dada yangu, machozi yalianza kutiririka tiritiri kama maji ya Mto Ruiru. Lakini kwa njia, ya kumfinyia macho, nilimuhakikishia na kumuthidhibitishia ya kwamba nitapata nafuu kwa mapenzi yake Mwenyezi Mungu. Punde katika ile hali ya kuhuzunika, daktari wa jinsia y...

The Pan Africanist and Enigma of African politics, His Excellency Rt. Honorable Raila Odinga is a relentless fighter of equality and democracy, a fact that neither you or me can discredit. That goes without saying. However, he is a seasoned political failure, partly as a result of his own mistakes and largely as a result of mistakes resulting from ill advice by some of his political sycophants. A memorable mistake he did was failure to vie for reelection during the 2017 repeat election. I believed and still believe that if he never listened to his greedy political sycophants, he would be our president today. Anyway, that a sad story for another day. Today, the Enigma of African politics has been trapped into another failure; a hyena infested political hole. A hole worse than the Biblical David's lion infested den. The HANDSHAKE failure. It's the early moment that His Excellency Rt. Hon. Raila Amollo realises that this handshake is a well planned conduit to lay him down...

Writer addressing participants in a conference One of the significant concepts in contemporary management is participatory management (PM), which is traced by most writers in the academic literature to the post-World War II writings of scholars, such as Kurt Lewin, Douglas McGregor, Chris Argyris, H. Igor Ansoff, and Michael Porter (Kaufman , 2001). However, a number of management scholars have also written at more length on the origins and history of PM, such as Carroll and Schuler (1983) said that participatory management can be traced to the early 1960s, the writings of behavioral scientists, such as Douglas McGregor and Rensis Likert. Furthermore, Stanton (1993) believes that the origins of PM to two behavioral scientists, Lester Coch and John French, who wrote in the late 1940s but on the issue of organizational change (Kaufman, 2001). Different level of leadership styles leads to different levels of job satisfaction. Subordinates feel more satisfied when leaders s...

I have been busy and its now that am catching up with world news; some devastating, others good and encouraging. This one is devastating. I have constantly reminded you that an erection knows no Priest, Pastor, Imam or civil servant. However, my believe is that morals and self control supersedes an erection. A 77 year old cardinal, Cardinal George Pell, the former Vatican treasurer and the most senior Catholic figure ever to be found guilty of sexual offences against children has been jailed for 6 years in Australia for sexually abusing 13-year-old choir boys in a Melbourne cathedral in 1996. A Sad Evening For Me My Good People. Cardinal George Pell, Former Vatican Treasure

Did I tell you that am writing a book titled "The Backyard of relationships"? Over the last one week, I have been researching and reading a lot, over 30 literature book sources, to beef up my book. More often than not, we rush into marriages without a clear glimpse and understanding of the partner we intend to marry. In most cases, the partner is either pushed to us by our parents or peers, or we have impregnated one cute lady on a hit-and-run mission and circumstances force us into marrying them. In my reading, I have provided a conclusive summary of the qualities you should look for in a woman you intend to marry. If you have found a woman who has some or all of these qualities, TREAT her WELL and NEVER let her GO. 1. She is smarter than you According to Lawrence Whalley, professor emeritus of the University of Aberdeen who has been researching dementia for a long time found that a smart woman can protect you from dementia later in life. The idea is that a smart par...

Just as we condemn homophobia and support ‘the rights of consenting individuals to privacy in their sexual relations’, we must also grant far greater attention to the sexual abuse of children. The same zeal and zest that we are fighting corruption in the country is the same zeal and zest that we should fight corruption and sexual abuse in today’s modern church. Three decades ago, while I was growing up, the Men of God, including catechist, church chairmen, and choirmasters were a disciplined bunch of people who observed and adhered to the principle of dignity and respect to every human being; the young and the old, the male and the female gender, the boys, ladies and women. I don’t recall any cases of molestation, teenage pregnancy and sexual assault by these men of God. Today, the Men of God have become beasts. Sexual and corrupt beasts who are preying on the young and underage boys and girls. Impregnating and sodomizing them at a rate that needs global and national atten...

Over the last few days, we have been holed up at the Safari Park 5 Star Hotel discussing matters concerning Social Behaviour Change in Africa at the 1st African Social Behaviour Conference. A conference that brought together more than 1,000 delegates from across the world who included researchers, corporate people, government representatives and Small and Medium Enterprise businesses. Kenyan singer, Akothee  In relationship to the Social Behaviour Change theme, allow me now to discuss matters concerning Akothee, whose talk has been trembling the lips of almost every Kenyan, matters that have made the lips of even those who have never known morals, busy dancing to the immorality song. We cannot progress if we continue with the same thought and slogan of "everything is immoral". We need to transform our thinking. We need to transform how we perceive people, things and or places. This is only possible we engage and agree to drive the social behaviour change agenda. ...

For many years, I read about reincarnation. For those many years, I have doubted anything to do with reincarnation. In those many years, I have only trusted and believed in my own Christians doctrines, which were, a year ago, replaced by Muslim doctrines. Today, I will tell you why I am considering to shifting my belief Muslim to reincarnation. But before I do that, let me remind you about reincarnation. Reincarnation is the philosophical and religious concept that an aspect of a living being starts a new life in a different physical body or form after each biological death. It is part of doctrine of cyclic existence and a central tenet of all major Indian religions. In different words, we also refer to it also as rebirth or transmigration. Starting today, I have a tough decision to make. A decision on my religious stand. I have today wiped off my doubts about reincarnation. Its a tough decision that I will tonight involve and have a lengthy discussion with my daughter, my sons ...

Decades ago, probably three decades, as far as my ageing memory can recall, we painfully and remorsefully buried a young high school girl back in my village,  Ntimene Ya Muturi , amid remorseful cries from her family members. Burial that brought mourning to the entire village.  Mercy*(not her real name),  was the darling of the village, a model to the village girls, who envied her early success. Mercy  out shined  all the village girls in her academics to emerge the top village girl in the Kenya Certificate of Primary Education. She was the first girl from the village to join a national school. Her sudden death was a huge blow to the community that even  necessitated  the village elders to conduct a traditional ritual to spell out the would be evil spirits.   The cause of her death was immediately  neither known  to me nor to the mourners. We were all in a vacuum of uncertainty. The mourners, with their hands rested on their ...

"Age is just a number", a common saying by an anonymous writer that we commonly use to defy our wrinkles and the age factor. I indeed agree with the anonymous writer that age is absolutely a number. That was a saying that never got erased from the lips of one old man we will live to treasure; an icon of peace, love and unity- Paul M'Ikiugu Muriorema.  A hero has gracefully fallen. A hero to the society and a foundation of success to many has fallen. A well of wisdom has dried. Paul M'Ikiugu Muriorema, 105 year plus defied the age factor to live a life of success against all odds. He is my grandfather, our grandfather and a great-grandfather to many grandsons and daughters. Your fall was a strong fall that has left positive impact in the lives of your generation. We therefore, celebrate, rejoice and make merry of the positive impact that now rubs across the shoulders of all your descendants. Rest in Peace Cucu Pauru. You were a bright and intelligent man who...

The presence of blood stains right at my bedroom door was still worrying me. I had no idea whether my people were massacred by Jakim's loyalist or not. The silence in the house was like that of the grave. At the back of my mind, I had began cursing my self, cursing Christine Mueni for trapping me into her house last night. The Biblical story of Eve being lured by a snake to eat the forbidden fruit at the garden of Eden crossed my mind. "This snake must have been Mueni inform of a human being", I whispered to my inner soul as I continued to venomously curse Mueni.  Everything around the estate was quite. I sat down on my brown leather rest seat to compose myself on the next move. I knew my family is gone, gone never to be seen. Tears of sorrow flowed down my cheek hitting straight on the floor. "The devil is a liar, Mueni is a liar", I whispered to my inner soul a second time. While contemplating on my next move of action, intimate actions w...

By Riungu Jnr Ikiugu By the natural time instincts, I could clearly, as clear as snow, tell the time was around 4 AM in the morning. I could hear the early birds humming from Pondo trees planted by the edges of the bungalow compound. Over the night, I had known the name of the pretty lady who saved me from the blood thirsty Jakim's loyalists, the black python and from drowning in slow flowing waters of River Ruiru. Her name was Christine Mueni. It was a dry spell. It seemed to me like an Acacia tree in the outskirts of Isiolo town that gulps a twenty liters jerrican of water deep into the sandy soils and still demanding more. The dry spell was quenched but I needed more. My long and smartly manicured fingers were still making magic cuddling moves under Christine's groins. Once in a while, playing with the sensitive bean shaped organ. My relatively hairy chest was lying on the nipple of her paw paw shaped left boob. Her right hand was still stuck right insi...

By Riungu Jnr Ikiugu They had successfully executed the mission. We were all caught off guard  as we headed home from our day to day errands. There were gun shot sounds all over. Everyone and everything moving around, whether in a car or on foot, was stopped and guns loaded with bullets forcefully handed over to them. I was given a machine gun and by the time I knew what was happening, I was receiving orders from all over. It was a coup d'état. I have never held a gun before. I struggled with the machine gun to the beds of River Ruiru. I can remember killing tens of military men and thousands of civilians royal to Jakim, leader of the opposition. I raised my head to spot the presence of any enemy and a bullet struck my left limb. I was in pain. Immediately the bullet hit my left limb, I felt a stream of hot blood meander down my waist, through my thighs to the toes. I held the bullet wound with my palm to restrain blood that was now oozing out profusely. I leaned o...

The sun had risen early enough unlike other days, magnificently shining the rays directly at my face straight from the cloudless blue skies. The wind was wafting, directly flipping my old white Puma jersey in and out of my scraggy body structure as I sat at the balcony of Mzee Kimani’s old flats deep in the rural villages of Ruiru. My mind was busy in deep thoughts contemplating of an Indian girl I had met a few days ago. In between my thoughts, I often got jumbled and lost in the wilderness of thoughts of because I never had thought of dating a woman of an Indian origin. This was a strange happening; a strange feeling. However, as nature would have it, in my thoughts, I found my body, mind and soul attractively getting glued to this invisible fine-looking Indian woman girl. I would describe this Indian girl as one of the very few gorgeous Indian women I had seen in the streets of the ‘city under the sun’. You of course know that Nairobi is no-longer a city under the sun but a 'cit...

Three decades ago, dating a lady was as tough and hard as making a trip to Mt. Kenya hill top. The effort needed back then to finally have 'your lady' lay in bed required advance planning, strategizing and a proper implementation plan to be place. Indeed, only those with particular scales in project management ever succeeded in finally having that admired lady lay in bed. I too remember laying in bed was never common especially with the folks from deep in the village. What was common was laying in the bush to finally execute and implement your long planned 'sexual intimacy project'. The bush sex was common among the men and ladies from Kionyo and Muguru villages in Meru County. Probably, you had those villages from your County that were known for these bush sex strategies.  I don't blame them, I blame the lack of finances to treat the lady at a decent hotel.  Guys who had these special 'laying in bed-bush' skills had to walk miles, usually in the eveni...

His name is Francis. Francis claims to be a professional in tourism; guiding clients around the countrie`s beautiful flora and fauna. Unfortunately, he doesn't do that. Rather hires peoples cars, pays a little deposit and disappears with the balance long after accomplishing his chores. He is a man not to trust. From experience, this is what Joy Makena Mugambi, has to say about Francis, "Hi good people ,take care of one tour guide I hired ,he ran with my money after clients paid and ran away leaving my car unattended ,his name is Francis Ngugi Kamunyu, blocked me on facebook, hire him at your own risk" Joy had hired out her tourist van to Francis for close to two months. Two months of business and money making for Francis. But to Joy, it has been day and night agony having lost hundreds of thousands through this alleged con man Francis. Are these the kind of Kenyans we want to do business with? Do you want to loose your hard earned money? Then hire people like these...

When you’re riding, only the race in which you’re riding is important. Your Excellency the Late Mama Lucy Kibaki, you rode an important race. You roughed both the smooth and rough terrain and the cruel untimely death has stopped the race. Yes Mama, we will not cry or sympathize but celebrate a well lived life. A life of great achievement crossing borders, rivers, lakes and seas. May your soul Rest In Eternal Peace Mami. Lucy Kibaki and Mwai Kibaki Many might have hated you, many might have loved you while at the same time, few might have loved you. That is accepted and expected because no human being can satisfy the needs of all human creatures. Even the IEBC hasn't been able to meet the needs and expectations of all political parties; not even CORD. Regardless, we celebrate your legacy Mami; a renowned legacy of fighting for the women rights, media freedom and that of nurturing the young minds to pursue their dreams. The legacy of being a true loving wife to your Excelle...