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Of Untold Fears…

Posted: July 1, 2015 in Entertainment

A bit of poetry is good for the soul..words, in beautiful perfect harmony…Poetry..

For the love of poetry

Do you ever just sit and begin to wonder what your life is all about? Or if the decisions you are making are right? I bet we are all faced with different and difficult questions all the time but in all of this, we have to live…and take risks,whether for life,or love.

Mostly love.

On to my main agenda now. Enjoy.


It was one,then two

a hundred then a thousand,

a million,a billion,trillion and,

suddenly uncountable!


Out of my reach but within my sight,

twinkling and shining,

rhythmically dancing,to a dance

that only he and I knew of,

with the strength of our love.


A pattern of our names they formed,

Of bright rainbow colors they glowed,

dissenting the spartan life we shared,

as it all seemed sancrosanct with him.


Just then the city lights shone,

brighter than the sky night,

And niggling doubts of this…

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Whether your country is playing in Brazil this year or not, joining in the fun of this monthlong global festivity is hard to resist. Thanks to bloggers and photographers on the ground in Brazil and around the world, we all get to have the best views.

chile copacanabaCopacabana during the World Cup.

Just before their team dispatched the outgoing champion, Spain, these Chilean fans found time to hit the beach in Copacabana, where they were captured by Rio-based photoblogger Cristina.

rio-favelaWatching the game in Acari.

Across town, in a favela called Acari, Dutch student Steef Fleur watched the Brazil-Mexico match with some new friends. This photo is part of Steef’s ongoing project to document the World Cup across local communities in Brazil.

SF mexico gamePublic viewing in San Francisco’s Civic Center.

Fans on the other side of the equator watched the same game between the Mexican and Brazilian teams. Blogger Vonn Scott…

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A man rides a motorcycle past a burnt petrol station and a charred building in Mpeketoni, Lamu County, on June 20, 2014. More than 60 people were killed over two days. PHOTO / JOAN PERERUAN >> NATION MEDIA GROUP

Article By : Peter Gaitho

“I have seen the script more times than I care to remember. A spark is lit in an unpretentious manner in a far-off outpost, just like Mpeketoni.

Two days later, the small embers generate some heat. 65 dead turn to 100, then 300. Before long, thousands are dead. Massive rapes, wanton destruction of property; the whole land is lit.

This is how it begins on social media; “Kill them, useless people,” “Hang all by the neck until they die,” “Circumcise them with a blunt knife,” “Washenzi, kill them all, your tribesmen think they are the best, we’ll finish them.” The vitriolic battle on Facebook and Twitter is real.

Soon enough, they generate enough heat, then hell breaks loose. The first victims are far off. Then the battle drums are beaten in your county, then in your district and ultimately in your neighbourhood.

Long before the battle reaches your village, you soon realize that you cannot access the nearest town, hakuna magari, hakuna unga in the shops. You cannot even get a Safaricom scratch card to buy internet bundles. So you are cut off from the social media. The same one you used and depended upon to “kill” your presumed enemies.

Before you know it, you escape death by a whisker, but with a deep cut on your right shoulder. No dispensary is open anywhere. No hospital either. The fight for your community’s right to be included in the government turns into a fight for your own life.

The leaders who egged you on are nowhere to be seen, or heard. They are watching events unfold in the safety of Sheraton Hotel by the Nile River, Uganda.

Humanitarian organizations hurriedly put up refugee camps. Maybe in a Catholic Church compound. Maybe the UNHCR has erected tents in Busia, Uganda, or Moyale, Ethiopia.

The UN compound in Nairobi is turned into a huge meeting place where all communities gather. And you end up in one of the camps.

Fighting for the few tents becomes the order of the day. A few rations reach your parched throat three days later. The gush on your right shoulder in gangrenous.

The overworked Medicines Sans Frontiers doctor is busy with a dying child next to your bed in a stinking, wet, humid tent hospital. There is wailing outside. You pray for death, but it takes its sweet time.


Anderson Cooper from CNN and his trademark black t-shirt have made it to your camp. The wide view camera catches you gnashing your teeth with high fever and bloody bandages over your right shoulder.

Your picture is seen worldwide, thanks to globalised, 24-hour media.

Omondi meets with Karanja and Omar and Werunga in the camp. They converse in low tones in Swahili wondering where the rain started beating them. They cannot remember when they last took a bath. They share a lone cigarette bootlegged into the camp by Mutiso.

In the meantime, in the Hilton Hotel, Addis Ababa, the political leaders hammer a truce negotiated by the Prime Minister of Ethiopia, Hailemariam Desalegn and the AU. They share out government positions.

But you cannot celebrate the truce. For you see, three days before it happens, you, together with 43 others, are buried in a mass unmarked grave 12 miles outside the refugee camp.

None of your relatives will ever learn of your fate. Your amputated right arm is food for the vultures and hyenas in the refugee camp dump site.

Yes, my fellow countrymen and women, war is real. It kills real people; it leaves real women widowed, real children orphans, real men maimed.

Before you click ‘Send’ on that bigoted, egotistical hate message on Facebook, Twitter or WhatsApp, Think Twice.


Peter Gaitho is a PhD student in Communication Science at the University of South Africa (UNISA)  


My 2012 year in Review..

Posted: December 31, 2012 in Entertainment

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

19,000 people fit into the new Barclays Center to see Jay-Z perform. This blog was viewed about 120,000 times in 2012. If it were a concert at the Barclays Center, it would take about 6 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

Click here to see the complete report.

Teacher’s lover flees through a window

A boda boda operator caught red handed with another man’s wife fled to safety in his birthday suit leaving his  motorcycle behind. Residents at a shopping centre in Londiani said the woman’s husband, a 24-hour petrol station attendant in town, had been informed of his wife’s escapades with the boda boda operator although he initially dismissed the information as rumours.

His wife, a primary school teacher, usually arrived home as early as 5pm, but the husband’s day stretched to the wee hours of the morning depending on his shift.

Locals said the youthful taxi operator, who used to drop the woman at her place of work and back, would arrive under the cover of darkness and park his machine outside the rented house. Those in the know said he would spend up to three hours in the woman’s house before speeding off towards his home, two kilometres away from the shopping centre.

Last week, however, the woman’s husband decided to sneak home early since he was not on the night shift that day. He arrived around 7pm, having received a call from one of his friends that the ‘thief’ was in the house. True to what he was told, he found the motorbike parked outside.

He knocked thrice on the door without a response. Furious, the man shook the latch violently, saying he would break down the door  if she didn’t open, which she did.

Suddenly, he heard footfalls behind the house. When he ran in that direction, he saw the silhouette of a naked man jumping over the brick wall with his clothes tightly clutched in his arm. The ‘thief’ had jumped through a window!

When, he returned to confront his wife, neighbours were already swarming around, having heard the commotion.

“Mwizi ametoroka lakini nimeshika piki piki yake (the thief has escaped but I have his motorbike!” said the furious man.

But one of the neighbours revealed he was not the owner of the motorbike but an employee of a businessman in the town.

A debate ensued on what should be done with the motorcycle, with some suggesting it be burned while others said the best way was to hand it to the area chief for the owner to collect and identify his employee.

But in the confusion, the woman escaped to her sister’s home in a nearby village. Efforts to reconcile them had not borne fruit by the time of going to press.

By Pkemoi Ngenoh;  for the standardDigital

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Benjamin Cheruiyot,killed his daughter Olivia Chepkirui, 14, last month, charged and sentenced to eight hours imprisonment. He is currently at a village elder’s home at King’wal village in Kapsabet, Nandi County on July 02, 2012 where he is taking refuge awaiting a cleansing ceremony.

How far can a parent go in the
process of disciplining an errant child,
especially when the offence is one
where the parent finds the child
intimate in bed with another child?
Cane them for their foolishness? Slap
and pinch them here and there?
Reach for a leather belt?… How far?
Those were the questions on the
minds of many parents a few weeks
ago after word went round that a
father had killed his 14-year-old
daughter, whom he had found in bed
with their 17-year-old neighbour.
But when a court gave the father all of
eight hour’s jail time for the criminal
offence, the discussion changed from
how far a parent can go when
disciplining their child to what are the
bounds of leniency in social justice.
Mr Benjamin Cheruiyot had stumbled
upon every parent’s nightmare three
weeks ago when he found his
daughter having sex with a young
boy, but his Kongwal village is yet to
understand how a court of law could
pass such a lenient judgment on him,
even after he confessed to killing his
daughter in a fit of rage.
To add insult to injury, they say
Cheruiyot seems unmoved by his
actions, and that he has returned to
his village with unexpected bravado
and baffling confidence.
On June 27, Cheruiyot and his wife
Ruth, an accomplice in the murder of
their daughter Olivia Chepkirui,
walked home free people after Justice
Festus Azangalala jailed the man for a
day and acquitted the wife. The
couple had been accused of beating
their daughter to death between June
9 and 10 at their Chepterit village of
Nandi County.
They had both been charged with the
murder of their only daughter in a
family of five siblings, but their lawyer,
David Rioba Omboto, secured the
release of Ruth after arguing that the
mother was not involved in the killing
of the girl. The lawyer then
successfully applied to have the
murder charge against Cheruiyot
reduced to manslaughter, a charge
the accused pleaded guilty to.
“My client is remorseful and sorry for
what happened. He is a good father
who was just punishing his first-born
daughter after finding her making
love with a neighbour. He did not
intend to kill her, but, unfortunately,
(the victim) passed on,” said the
lawyer in mitigation.

When this team of DN2 (Daily Nation) reporters
visited the quiet hamlet dotted with
farmlands in Nandi last week, they
found Cheruiyot at a village elder’s
home, where he had been
accommodated since he was released
from jail.
He seemed confused but happy at the
same time. Confused because, in his
own words, he did not expect to walk
out of that courtroom practically a
free man, and happy because that is
exactly what happened.
He had expected to be sent to the
gallows, he said, or to cool his heels in
prison for not less than 20 years.
“It’s true I killed my daughter in a fit of
anger,” he explained. “She had been a
disciplined girl, and I guess the
realisation that she had been
misbehaving behind my back got the
better of me.”
Cheruiyot says that all he wanted to
do was teach his daughter a lesson in
good manners, and that he realised
too late that he probably had gone
too far.
After noticing that Olivia had
developed difficulties in breathing, he
unsuccessfully sought assistance to
take her to hospital, but the injuries
she had sustained were so serious
that she died as both mother and
father watched.
The girl had walked out of their
homestead to go fetch firewood, but
Cheruiyot says he watched as she
sneaked into a neighbour’s house. He
waited for a few minutes before
storming into the house, where he
found his daughter in bed with Moses
Kipkemboi, their 17-year-old
He then dragged the girl out of the
house and beat her senseless. He
refused to clarify whether he had used
any weapon in the attack, but doctors
at the Kapsabet District Hospital said
the girl had succumbed to a raptured
Although residents still feel that
Cheruiyot should have been jailed or
given a stiffer penalty than the eight
hours he got, the distraught father
wishes they could understand him
and accept him back to the society.
“I have learnt a lot in the past few
days,” he says. “I now know how
fragile life is, and all I want to do is
repent my sins, get my life back and
raise my remaining children.”

my opinion….That Wasn’t Justice ..