Monthly Archives: February 2015

R.IP ‘Africa Rising’ Meet Mugabe, The African Union Diplomat

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Has the African Union heard of ‘ Africa rising?’

Perhaps in this day and age you’d think that the Africa rising narrative is something our leaders not only aggressively push for but live by. But after Uncle Bob took the baton on the 30th of January, we sprinted quickly backwards and fell bottom first on that narrative.

I’d like to think of how the next year for the AU under Mugabe will look for in a continent that is badly in need of a new narrative. I’m one of those that subscribes to a new narrative that needs the best of African voices to speak on behalf of our continent, for us but also for the world. Not, the best speakers from an oratory point of view, but those that see, believe, and ensure that Africa’s fortunes are indeed rising.

But when Mugabe took over:

Africa laughed, the world laughed.

For the African Union, it will perhaps be the one of the most visible years if Mugabe’s eccentricity is anything to go by.

What we can truly expect are his tried and tested jibes at Western nations, always incredibly tickling sound-bites for the press across the world.

Here’s a random search on Mugabe quotes.

“The only white man you can trust is a dead white man.”

“I have died many times – that’s where I have beaten Christ. Christ died once and resurrected once.”

“We don’t mind having sanctions banning us from Europe. We are not Europeans.”

You will agree with me that ‘Africa rising’ is in trouble.

The world ideally views the AU leader as a Global Statesman, the voice of Africa and the representation of the fastest growing continent.

Let’s look at the Vision Statement of the AU for some crystal gazing into Mugabe’s year;

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The vision of the African Union is that of: “An integrated, prosperous and peaceful Africa, driven by its own citizens and representing a dynamic force in the global arena.”


Without a doubt, ‘Representing a dynamic force in the Global Arena’, stands null and void amidst all the western sanctions.

Africa’s longest serving president has a track record that the world sneers & jeers at. Will he now negotiate in absentia in the world’s global boardrooms?

Has the AU failed in its’ ‘rotational’ system?

Shouldn’t the AU now begin to think of a more progressive election that will reflect the so called progressive and modern status of the Union?

Africa in 2015 needs friends & partners to collaborate with in infrastructure, fighting terrorism, funding health projects among others key gaps. However, making a diplomat of Mugabe is akin to the story of the camel and the eye of the needle.

Remember this Mugabe quote?

“I am still the Hitler of the time. This Hitler has only one objective: justice for his people, sovereignty for his people, recognition of the independence of his people and their rights over their resources. If that is Hitler, then let me be Hitler tenfold. Ten times, that is what we stand for.

RIP Africa rising, til’ we meet.

Tuesday thoughts

 

True terror is waking up one morning to find that your high school friends are running the country. (Kurt Vonnegut)

I personally know a number of people today who went were in Saint Mary’s School and other like schools who daily bring this quote to life. Some sleep well at night, some don’t. Because It’s all fun and games until your  noisy form one desk mate who used to stick gum under his desk is the President, or that Christian Union boy you bullied is now the Deputy President.

 

Not that I have any ambitions to get into politics, but I’m sure you get my drift.

So what are you doing today  not to be caught napping when you’re quickly flying to the half a century mark?

You see, age has been on my mind a lot, lately, not just the number itself, but what I have done with the  years that God has graced me with. Am I happy with what I have done at 35? what can I do different? What have I achieved at 35  in my work and family fronts, and am I Successful? Am I truly happy?

For a woman, discussions on age aren’t  always the sweetest unless its gossip about another lady ageing not so gracefully. The flip side however is that if you choose so, wisdom is a by product of age, channeled through retrospect and experience.

At 35, I know that I am smarter, stronger, wiser, wealthier, sexier, funnier and more confident than I have ever been. It will either get better, or worse depending on how I look at life today and prepare for tomorrow. I plan for it to be incredibly enriching.

As Eleanor Roosevelt once said, Probably the happiest period in life most frequently is in middle age, when the eager passions of youth are cooled, and the infirmities of age not yet begun; as we see that the shadows which are at morning and evening so large, almost entirely disappear at mid-day.

So, I’m 35 going on half a century and happy about it!

#Tuesdaythoughts

The Author of my Tomorrow- a love poem

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The author of my tomorrow
Is a man who knows tomorrow’s news
He’s smart, slick and quick with his tongue
His books tell of a curious mind and he likes his full bodied wine
brewed in the folds and valleys that tell stories of Greek Mythology

The author of my tomorrow
Is a golden voiced story teller
He loves the arts and ancient history is his forte
Sheba, Cleopatra and Tutankhamun are names characteristic of his lingua
Telling of Kings and queens now fallen,
Then, names that shook kingdoms
But tomorrow he, the author, will be the King of my kingdom

The author of my tomorrow
Loves to laugh
Deep hearty quirky bursts of deep and dangerous loving
Stories dotted with triumphant boy tales of starry nights in the village
Telling of a past that’s bold enough to desire new memories
Tugging at hearts and revving golden oldies into sheer insanity
Loving, laughing, and lurking underneath, wanton

The author of my Tomorrow
Exists in my dreams and I’ve seen him on the street
But even in unreal reality, His tongue I taste with mine
His eyes; the mirror in which I see every breathing moment
The rise and fall of his chest guides my very breathing…
His hands, guide me to the path of glorious satiety
Me. Him. Us. We.
Tomorrow, Singing hymns of our jagged forever afters
Dreaming new dreams; making new memories….

Tomorrow

Terryanne Chebet

So he offered to buy me a Vitz

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The highlight of my weekend was an abrasive young man who offered to buy me a Toyota Vitz.

The gentleman in question was obviously from a very well to do family. On any other day, I wouldn’t have known it but he went on and on about his VX, his millions, how he went to the President’s former school and, if I agreed to be with him, our children would go to a certain school which was not and can never be a polling station. (No Academies here)

My problem wasn’t that he wanted to buy me a vitz, (well maybe a little)  it was the realisation that a man needed to launch ‘economic warfare’ to win over a strangely quiet lady listening to DJ Adrian on a Friday night. He spoke flawless sheng  and insisted he didn’t have to wear ‘Bling’ to show that he is a well educated, wealthy young man.

Naturally I was put off, but engaged him  just to understand why money had to be such a central part of wooing.

In retrospect, Perhaps I was looking at this late night discussion the wrong way. Perhaps this wasn’t even a discussion to be held in the backdrop of DJ Adrian’s spinning in a rugby bar. Perhaps we, women of today have made sure that money is central to a conversation about love … or lust, whichever suits you better.

The conversation, if raising our voices over the glaring music can be referred to as such, surprised me as much as it entertained me . How much really  is cash a factor when a man meets a woman, or ( if you were raising placards in Beijing, when a woman meets a man?)

I’m all for comfort and a wealthy life because the Good Book preaches Success. What’s wrong with a foreign trip once a year to an exotic location; or shopping on the highstreet with my daughter (sometimes) in tow? But, that a man shoves his millions down my throat
(Not quite literally and a little exaggerated ) isn’t the most attractive thing I have encountered recently.

Especially as an unmarried woman; ( FYI after 30 you stop being single and start being unmarried)

Nairobi has it’s fair share of amazing men, dead beat dads and the usual double dealing wenches (used here in the masculine as I cannot freely use the word I would like to use) all of whom I and many other ladies have encountered, but the choice to stay single makes absolute sense until a boy brought up well comes along. Either that or, I’m told, sometimes wives have teach them to grow up as well.

My young new friend told me ‘There are no women made for marriage in Nairobi anymore’. Because all they care is about money and status. I asked him whose fault it was, if his idea of asking a woman out was to share his bank account details.

I’ve had the same conversation in the past with a young college boy who says he couldn’t date a college girl because they’re already spoilt by big cars, big money and shopping trips which a regular college boy would not afford.

Money talks.
But how much are we really part of that conversation?

I’m a hard working woman, and I’m told that’s a problem; sometimes.

I’ve heard a story about a lady who sold her Prado and bought a Nissan March in order to ‘Repackage herself’ for marriage.

Thing is though, boys and girls are brought up the same way, we go to the same schools, start jobs at the same salaries and grow at the same pace. So why should I be less ambitious? Why did this young man assume I didn’t have a car (read Vitz)  and getting me one would be the beginning of a beautiful courtship?

Questions about money can never be conclusively addressed, and I bid him goodbye, however, I was plesantly surprised when he asked to walk me out.

I didn’t drive out in a Vitz.

Priceless.