• I dream of the day when these, the African mathematicians and computer specialists in Washington and New York, the African physicists, engineers, doctors, business managers and economists, will return from London and Manchester and Paris and Brussels to add to the African pool of brain power, to enquire into and find solutions to Africa's problems and challenges, to open the African door to the world of knowledge, to elevate Africa's place within the universe of research the information of new knowledge, education and information -Thambo Mbeki, former South African President
  • They therefore concluded that “the findings of this (and other) surveys indicate that coverage of Africa, by the leading sources of American media is, at best, dismissive of the continent’s progress and potential, and thus leading to continued ‘exotification’ and marginalization of the African continent. At worst, coverage disregards recent trends toward democratization, thus betraying an almost contemptuous lack of interest in the potential and progress being achieved on the continent.”

Above excerpt is from a writer: Gbemisola Olujobi

  • By Gbemisola Olujobi - The Africa You Need to Know - Posted on Nov 28, 2006 See Full Article above

Why is the African image so negative?

  • Tell the Truth
  • What is your image of Africa?

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Change is good sometimes....

A Better Life Beckons in Africa
U.S. Downturn Drives Immigrant Professionals Back Home

By Stephanie McCrummen - Washington Post Foreign Service - May 2009

KISUMU, Kenya -- With the U.S. economy in turmoil, his job as a truck driver no longer secure and his upwardly mobile life in the Dallas suburbs in jeopardy, James Odhiambo decided it was time for a change. He wanted a healthier lifestyle for his family, less anxiety, fewer 14-hour days. So he recently traded his deluxe apartment, the pickup truck, the dishwasher and $4.99 McDonald's combos for life in a place he considers relatively better: sub-Saharan Africa. "Right now I'm no stress, no anxiety," said Odhiambo, 34, relaxing in his family home in this western Kenyan city along the shores of Lake Victoria. "Think of it this way: When I was in the U.S., I was close to 300 pounds. Now, I'm like 200. The biggest thing for me was quality of life."

While that may seem counterintuitive to Americans accustomed to bleaker images of Africa, recent studies have documented the flight of immigrant professionals from the United States to their home countries. Chinese and Indian workers increasingly say they see better opportunities and lifestyles at home. And diaspora associations of Nigerians, Ghanaians, Kenyans and other Africans say their members -- mostly from middle-class backgrounds -- are joining the exodus, choosing life in the land of slow Internet connections and power outages over the pressures of recession-era America.

"I personally know many people who are going back," said Erastus Mong'are, who works as a program manager for an insurance company in Delaware and heads an association of Kenyans living there. "The people I know here work two or three jobs just to make ends meet, while in Kenya -- despite its problems -- people seem more happy. They seem to be getting more time with family. More relaxed. Here, if my neighbor sees I've parked in his spot, he becomes so upset."

In a broad sense, the return migration to Africa is in line with studies suggesting that despite persistent poverty and civil unrest in places such as Congo, Somalia and Sudan, much of the continent has been buoyed in recent years by a sense of optimism driven by economic growth. Pew Research Center studies tracking global attitudes have found that people's level of satisfaction with their quality of life is rising across much of Africa, while it has stayed level or decreased in the United States. For Odhiambo, disillusionment with the American way of life grew more or less with his waistline.

As a lean young man, he moved to the United States to attend a community college in Upstate New York, an idea nurtured by images of American life he saw on television growing up in a middle-class family in Kenya: "Diff'rent Strokes," "The Six Million Dollar Man," "Beverly Hills, 90210." "You'd see all these manicured lawns, all this organization," he recalled on a recent day, while having a long lunch at an outdoor cafe without once looking at his watch. He arrived in the mid-1990s with a sense of possibility in a land promising immigrants a better life. After college, he moved to Texas and worked as a long-haul truck driver, crisscrossing the country delivering auto parts, televisions, soda bottles and big containers from China. He marveled at innovations such as the car cup holder; he was inspired by government efficiencies that made it possible to get a driver's license in one day. And as his pay improved, he and his wife moved into a luxury apartment complex outside Dallas called Sonoma Grande at the Legends.

"It was really nice," Odhiambo recalled, noting that it had a pool, a Jacuzzi, a gym and other treats unheard of in Kenya. But as his workdays grew longer, he hardly enjoyed any of those amenities. He worked 14-hour shifts trying to keep up with his $800 monthly rent, payments on a new Ford Ranger pickup, health insurance that did not cover a pair of tinted prescription glasses needed for long hours at the wheel, and bills driven by must-haves such as air conditioning. "I couldn't get any exercise at all, and I was restricted to truck stops for food," he said. "I'd go for the buffet -- meat with gravy, fried chicken -- or fast food. I didn't have time for my daughters. In the movies, they only show one side of America."

His daughters were approaching school age, and they would have attended a public school with metal detectors and gangs. He said the alarmingly regular reports of shootings at schools, churches or offices frightened his family more than the post-election violence sweeping parts of Kenya at the time. The recession only confirmed a decision he and his wife had been mulling for a while: It was time to go. Earlier this year, they packed up, explaining to their confused American friends that Congo's rebel fighting was thousands of miles from Kenya, and that no, Odhiambo is not a king back home. And so, on this day, Odhiambo tooled around Kisumu, a medium-size city full of government workers and small-business people, street hawkers selling newspapers and vendors selling tennis shoes dangling from tree limbs. He drove the modest Toyota Starlet he bought for $1,500 cash past a minor traffic jam of bicycle taxis and people pushing carts loaded with plastic jugs of water.

"This city has grown, but they still have the water system from the colonial days," he said, not seeming to care. He drove past a golf course and through an upscale neighborhood of bamboo hedges and pink bougainvillea, noting the few cars in driveways. "Here, if you have a car, you'll share it with four or five people," he said. "In the States, if there are five people in the house, they have five cars. There's a lot of 'this is mine.' " the money he saved in the States, Odhiambo figures he has a six-month cushion during which he plans to start his own business -- a kind of private coast guard for Lake Victoria, modeled on the community fire stations in the United States. But because of the famously slow Kenyan bureaucracy, his business registration is taking weeks, leaving Odhiambo with something he rarely had in America -- time.

He is farming some in his mother's village, where he has another family home, and getting back into his old ham radio hobby. He enjoys afternoons watching small planes buzz in for a landing above the rolling green sugar and tea farms around Kisumu. His family lives in his mother-in-law's tidy -- and paid for -- one-story, cinder-block house. There are no credit cards in Kenya, and mortgages are just catching on, so life mostly runs on cash. "Here, you really can live on about $5 a day," Odhiambo said. Instead of running a dishwasher, the Odhiambos wash their plates by hand. Instead of running an air conditioner, they open the windows. Instead of shopping for groceries at Wal-Mart, Odhiambo's wife heads to the local market and bargains for fresh tomatoes, onions and the Kenyan equivalent of collard greens, sukuma wiki. She has dropped four dress sizes.

"Here, you can't say 'Give me a number 4,' " he said, pulling into his neighborhood, where a few goats trotted along the dirt road, and some elementary-school children in gray uniforms shuffled home. "See that?" he said. "Think of that! In America, you'd never let kids walk home" alone. Odhiambo has noticed that his girls, who are 4 and 2 and will attend a private international school here, are becoming less leery of strangers and the outdoors in general, an attitude he says they learned in the United States. "When we first got here, people would say, 'Why don't they go outside and play?' " he said. "They were scared." Gradually, though, the family is relaxing. "Right now, I'm just waiting for my business registration," Odhiambo said, savoring a warm sunset breeze. "Here, the pace is a whole lot slower."

If you want the change........

BE THE CHANGE YOU WANT TO SEE IN THE WORLD
Mahatma Gandhi(1869-1918)

Reason I'm a die hard African returnee...

Check this out.....


It is important that brain drain, brain waste and reverse brain drain be incorporated while an African is considering migrating to the United States.


According to the United Nations, an African professional working in the United States contributes about $150,000 per year to the U.S. economy. What few realize is that Africans who immigrate to the United States contribute 40 times more wealth to the American than to the African economy. On a relative scale, that means for every $300 per month a professional African sends home, that person contributes $12,000 per month to the U.S. economy (Emeagwali, 2003).

Philip Emeagwali won the 1989 Gordon Bell Prize, which has been called "supercomputing's Nobel Prize," for inventing a formula that allows computers to perform their fastest computations - a discovery that inspired the reinvention of supercomputers. He was extolled by then U.S. President Bill Clinton as "one of the great minds of the Information Age" and described by CNN as "a Father of the Internet;" he is the most searched-for scientist on the Internet.
[Principia College (prin.edu), Elsah, Illinois, October 24, 2003


By the way, I found above info while doing my Research Paper in College - The Impact of Reverse Brain.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Why are many Africans so terrified of going back home?

It's funny how I've spent so much of my time in the recent weeks trying to convince folks how I can't shake off the natural part of me that's African, and neither can i just ignore it. Being patriotic is a natural thing for me....Some would beg to differ though...but i choose to just ignore, or just hear them out, since i have no choice, - telling me and asking me 'aren't you happy in America kinda questions... to why don't you just leave America then? with a sneer from the corner of their mouth..

Now, i don't wanna just leave America. I have other plans. To carry everyone with me. At least anyone who would go with me. That brings me to my question..

Why are many Africans so terrified of going back home?

A few questions I've asked my fellow Africans:

Why are you still here after all these years? - waiting to save enough money to retire in my country.

How come you've never been home to visit all these years? - well, there is nothing there for me, if i leave now, i can't come back, and that will be it for me.

Do you think if you went home your family will be proud of you after all these years? - Not really, I've not been able to finish school and I've not been able to make enough money to help them.

DO you think you'll ever go back home - aaaiiii, no, it's so insecure bana, there are like carjackers everywhere, you can't walk at night, you can't even talk on your cell phone, you can't wear earrings....bluh, bluh, bluh....

and on and on and on it goes....

and I'm thinking, dude, if we all run away, who will take care of our generation? If we all settle for less in far away countries, minimizing our potential, and having to worry constantly, wondering, and stressing over loved ones....who will help build the land that our forefathers fought for?

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Africa: Open For Business

WASHINGTON POST
The Africa You Never See

By Carol Pineau


In the waiting area of a large office complex in Accra, Ghana, it's standing room only as citizens with bundles of cash line up to buy shares of a mutual fund that has yielded an average 60 percent annually for the past seven years. They're entrusting their hard-earned cash to a local company called Databank, which invests in stock markets in Ghana, Nigeria, Botswana and Kenya that consistently rank among the world's top growth markets.

Chances are you haven't read or heard anything about Databank in your daily newspaper or on the evening news, where the little coverage of Africa that's offered focuses almost exclusively on the negative -- the virulent spread of HIV/AIDS, genocide in Darfur and the chaos of Zimbabwe.

Yes, Africa is a land of wars, poverty and corruption. The situation in places like Darfur, Sudan, desperately cries out for more media attention and international action. But Africa is also a land of stock markets, high rises, Internet cafes and a growing middle class. This is the part of Africa that functions. And this Africa also needs media attention, if it's to have any chance of fully joining the global economy.

Africa's media image comes at a high cost, even, at the extreme, the cost of lives. Stories about hardship and tragedy aim to tug at our heartstrings, getting us to dig into our pockets or urge Congress to send more aid. But no country or region ever developed thanks to aid alone. Investment, and the job and wealth creation it generates, is the only road to lasting development. That's how China, India and the Asian Tigers did it.

Yet while Africa, according to the U.S. government's Overseas Private Investment Corp., offers the highest return in the world on direct foreign investment, it attracts the least. Unless investors see the Africa that's worthy of investment, they won't put their money into it. And that lack of investment translates into job stagnation, continued poverty and limited access to education and health care.

Consider a few facts: The Ghana Stock Exchange regularly tops the list of the world's highest-performing stock markets. Botswana, with its A+ credit rating, boasts one of the highest per capita government savings rates in the world, topped only by Singapore and a handful of other fiscally prudent nations. Cell phones are making phenomenal profits on the continent. Brand-name companies like Coca-Cola, GM, Caterpillar and Citibank have invested in Africa for years and are quite bullish on the future.

The failure to show this side of Africa creates a one-dimensional caricature of a complex continent. Imagine if 9/11, the Oklahoma City bombing and school shootings were all that the rest of the world knew about America.

I recently produced a documentary on entrepreneurship and private enterprise in Africa. Throughout the year-long process, I came to realize how all of us in the media -- even those with a true love of the continent -- portray it in a way that's truly to its detriment.

The first cameraman I called to film the documentary laughed and said, "Business and Africa, aren't those contradictory terms?" The second got excited imagining heart-warming images of women's co-ops and market stalls brimming with rustic crafts. Several friends simply assumed I was doing a documentary on AIDS. After all, what else does one film in Africa?

The little-known fact is that businesses are thriving throughout Africa. With good governance and sound fiscal policies, countries like Botswana, Ghana, Uganda, Senegal and many more are bustling, their economies growing at surprisingly robust rates.

Private enterprise is not just limited to the well-behaved nations. You can't find a more war-ravaged land than Somalia, which has been without a central government for more than a decade. The big surprise? Private enterprise is flourishing. Mogadishu has the cheapest cell phone rates on the continent, mostly due to no government intervention. In the northern city of Hargeysa, the markets sell the latest satellite phone technology. The electricity works. When the state collapsed in 1991, the national airline went out of business. Today, there are five private carriers and price wars keep the cost of tickets down. This is not the Somalia you see in the media.

Obviously life there would be dramatically improved by good governance -- or even just some governance -- but it's also true that, through resilience and resourcefulness, Somalis have been able to create a functioning society.

Most African businesses suffer from an extreme lack of infrastructure, but the people I met were too determined to let this stop them. It just costs them more. Without reliable electricity, most businesses have to use generators. They have to dig bore-holes for a dependable water source. Telephone lines are notoriously out of service, but cell phones are filling the gap.

Throughout Africa, what I found was a private sector working hard to find African solutions to African problems. One example that will always stick in my mind is the CEO of Vodacom Congo, the largest cell phone company in that country. Alieu Conteh started his business while the civil war was still raging. With rebel troops closing in on the airport in Kinshasa, no foreign manufacturer would send in a cell phone tower, so Conteh got locals to collect scrap metal, which they welded together to build one. That tower still stands today.

As I interviewed successful entrepreneurs, I was continually astounded by their ingenuity, creativity and steadfastness. These people are the future of the continent. They are the ones we should be talking to about how to move Africa forward. Instead, the media concentrates on victims or government officials, and as anyone who has worked in Africa knows, government is more often a part of the problem than of the solution.

When the foreign media descend on the latest crisis, the person they look to interview is invariably the foreign savior, an aid worker from the United States or Europe. African saviors are everywhere, delivering aid on the ground. But they don't seem to be in our cultural belief system. It's not just the media, either. Look at the literature put out by almost any nongovernmental organization. The better ones show images of smiling African children -- smiling because they have been helped by the NGO. The worst promote the extended-belly, flies-on-the-face cliche of Africa, hoping that the pain of seeing those images will fill their coffers. "We hawk poverty," one NGO worker admitted to me.

Last November, ABC's "Primetime Live" aired a special on Britain's Prince Harry and his work with AIDS children in Lesotho. The segment, titled "The Forgotten Kingdom: Prince Harry in Lesotho," painted the tiny nation as a desperate, desolate place. The program's message was clear: This helpless nation at last had a knight -- or prince -- in shining armor.

By the time the charity addresses came up at the end, you were ready to give, and that's good. Lesotho needs help with its AIDS problem. But would it really have hurt the story to add that this land-locked nation with few natural resources has jump-started its economy by aggressively courting foreign investment? The reality is that it's anything but a "forgotten kingdom," as a dramatic increase in exports has made it the top beneficiary of the African Growth and Opportunity Act (AGOA), a duty-free, quota-free U.S.-Africa trade agreement. More than 50,000 people have gotten jobs through the country's initiatives. Couldn't the program have portrayed an African country that was in need of assistance, but was neither helpless nor a victim?

Still the simplistic portrayals come. A recent episode of the popular NBC drama "Medical Investigation" was about an anthrax scare in Philadelphia. The source of the deadly spores? Some illegal immigrants from Africa playing their drums in a local market, unknowingly infecting innocent passersby. Typical: If it's a deadly disease, the scriptwriters make it come from Africa.

Most of the time, Africa is simply not on the map. The continent's booming stock markets are almost never mentioned in newspaper financial pages. How often is an African country -- apart, perhaps, from South Africa or Egypt or Morocco -- featured in a newspaper travel section? Even the listing of worldwide weather includes only a few African cities.

The result of this portrait is an Africa we can't relate to. It seems so foreign to us, so different and incomprehensible. Since we can't relate to it, we ignore it.

There are lots of reasons for the media's neglect of Africa: bean counters in the newsroom and the high cost of international coverage, the belief that American viewers aren't interested in international stories, and the infotainment of news. There's also journalists' reluctance to pursue so-called "positive stories." We all know that such stories don't win awards or get front-page, above-the-fold placement. But what's happening in Africa doesn't need to be cast in any special light. The Ghana Stock Exchange was the fastest-growing exchange in the world in 2003. That's not a "positive" story, that's news, just like reports on the London Stock Exchange. I imagine a lot of consumers would have found it newsworthy to learn where they could have made a 144 percent return on their money.

My independent film was made possible by funding from the World Bank, for which I am extremely grateful. But the bank wouldn't have had to step in if the media had been doing their job -- showing all Africans in all facets of their lives. In a business that's supposed to cover man-bites-dog stories, the idea that Africa doesn't work is a dog-bites-man story. If the media are really looking for news, they'd look at the ways that Africa, despite all the odds, does work.

Author's e-mail: capineau@aol.com

Carol Pineau, a journalist with more than 10 years of experience reporting on Africa, is the producer and director of the film "Africa: Open for Business," which premiered last week at the U.S. Chamber of Commerce.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Be Honest: what's Africa to you?

"What's the 1st thing that comes to mind when you hear Africa...or even worse, when you meet an African for the first time?

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Infrastructure in small African towns

In my quest to make Africa a better place for ALL Africans,....I think,

If there was effective infrastructure in small African towns, the communities surrounding would never have to walk for miles.

Clinics would be apart of the infrastructure and children would stay alive longer and pregnant moms would still make it.

The people in the communities would have jobs operating from this buildings - therefore creating steady income.

There would be room for the local farmers to display their products - they wouldn't have to pay lots of money to have their veggies transported to a far away town.

A bookshop or library would be in there too - for all the children in the community to dream a better dream.

Sustainable development would happen due to the income coming from the would be restaurants, shops, clinics, bookstores, hotels, bike repair and auto repairs.

If this were the case in African small towns - things would be so much better.

Just another way to improve the lives of those that need it most.

New Year Resolution: Instant Gratificated You

You know what New Years Resolutions remind me of? Instant Gratification. The favorite pass time of our society. Many of us fail miserably at creating New Year Resolutions. I know I'm guilty! I've done that in the past and i tell ya, it's all a silly trend that doesn't last long..like the HINI flu shot buzz, or less serious, shoes and purses.

When it comes to making New Year Resolutions - people all over the world fail this test. Why? beause we are all trying to be someone we are not in an instant. You know, microwaving instant food is ok because you'll eat it, but microwaving yourself to fit into your new resolution? That's pricelessly cheap and it won't work for ya, sorry, gotta have a plan, a strategy and all the feasible components. - at least a year before hand.

As we all celebrate the Birth of Christ, eat lots' of mbuzi and ham, pies and other unhealthy things...let's remember to be thankful and find ways to make this place, your place - our world (though it's not our destination) a better place for those around us. A place others can enjoy. A place that others can benefit from. A place that thrives, grows and develops.

A place to dream long enough to make things happen.

Not a place that is instantaneously gratified.

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Books Help Change Lives

We all know that education changes lives.

Reading, writing and learning fuels the juices in us to rise up to unstoppable levels. Levels that produce imagination, inventions, breakthroughs and higher advancements.

When a child has an opportunity to be educated, given direction and assistance - this opens doors that can not be closed. Doors that bring opportunities. These opportunities define that child's destiny. Look at your own life.

I was raised and grew up in East Africa, and it's no secret that part of my heart never left. I had the opportunity to be in great schools, with support from my family and teachers. I received my rewards, graduated and now looking back, I'm so thankful and grateful for all who played a part in who I am today.

Today in the same region, are some schools with kids who have no books. If we are to bless the coming generations, and if we are to make this world a better place, we don't have a reason not to start now.

Life is only what you make of it. A long time ago, I decided mine was to make it a better place for those around me and for those that I know need my help. I'm not more important than anyone. I am not special, but I am blessed so that I can bless others in return.

For these kids, it all starts with a book, a pen, and paper. Their dreams can only start if someone helps them start to dream. Some miss school because of such simple supplies. Some schools have no chalk, and important formulas, words and math get bypassed because there is nothing to write with.

With something to read, they become imaginative. With something to write on, they can write their dreams. Their lives will begin to change. That's the joy of being apart of this. When you realize that a change is coming and that kid's life will never be the same again.

I hope the books never stop being of interest. I hope the books never stop coming.
That way, their dreams will stay alive.

To all my friends, family and acquaintances. Now that we have the opportunity to work, smile, eat and be merry, lets share the old books, new books, pencil cases, pens, pencils, erasers, note books for the kids and chalks for the teachers.

Let's allow the kids to dream. Give books that you don't need. They will change their lives.

Ask me how.

Thank you.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Freedom of Speech Part 2

is not all that bad if used appropriately:

We know that this same freedom of speech has allowed millions of migrants to express themselves fully.

This same freedom of speech has given a voice to those of other creeds, races and orientation.

This freedom of speech gave Martin Luther King II the stage to dream. His dream coming true is visible from where I stand.

This freedom of speech also allows those of Christian values to follow and praise Jesus.

This same freedom of speech has allowed imagination, invention and breakthrough to massively happen. America is one beneficiary of this freedom.

The freedom to study, practice, work hard, be paid, succeed and look towards a brighter future.

In some countries where freedom of speech is illegal, invention, imagination and democracy are hard to find.

Freedom of speech does a whole lotta things.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Hiding behind 'Freedom of Speech'

Freedom of speech is what makes America unique.

Freedom of speech allows the $40 billion industry of child and adult pornography to sail through without police stops.

Freedom of speech allows the internet to harbor defilers, pedophiles, perverts and all kinds of criminals targeting innocent children, men and women.

Freedom of speech allows racial profiling and discrimination to excel without hurdles.

Freedom of speech has given authors like Palin to 'go rogue' on the facts.

Freedom of speech allows the media to exaggerate, manipulate and sensitize the public. Once the public is energized with that mess, no stone is left unsaid.

Freedom of speech has let Google stoop to the lowest - when it didn't immediately remove or stop the monkey-like image of Michelle Obama circulating online. How pathetic and low class!

As long as we are a democracy, a free and brave country for all, we'll always hide behind the freedom of speech.

That's how we roll.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Travel the road less traveled

We hear this all the time....yeah.
don't compare yourself with others, don't follow your friends, you don't do what others are doing....you don't have to think like them, or do as they do...etc.

Yet, we do exactly that.
I know I do it all the time, I am guilty and yes, it's hard not to!

But I'm trying things like:

-buying less when I have enough to buy more.

-Eating less, and saving some so I don't have to spend more tomorrow

-Jogging a little longer, so you can actually miss that show you like on TV

-Spending a little more on birthday presents.

-Reading a little bit longer to the kids at the library so I can can miss that thing...

-Smiling shorter, but for real, than a fake longer one.

-Choosing to put my AT&T back in my pocket, even while everyone else is texting.

-Being a doorkeeper, while others push for the lofts and high places - Please work hard for promotions. They are great!

-Sitting at the table of the invisible - even when it's the 'in thing' to be visible.

-Choosing to spend Christmas/Thanksgiving eating and laughing with those I won't normally be with.

-Calling my friends and family, instead of texting or social networking, just because everyone else is.

These are just but a few things to do....

-Love, serve, give, bless and forgive more, even when you don't feel like it. Even when others tell you that you can't. Even when it seems like the wrong thing to do.

Try and travel the road less traveled. You might just find your miracle.

Friday, October 30, 2009

Which One of These are You?

That which adds into others, even in their failures and mistakes.

That which builds on the capacity to understand and accomplish the good.

That which is pure, true and worthy.

That which longs for more knowledge than yesterday.

That which multiplies the ability to succeed, even in others.

That which is honest

That which is enduring

That which is rewarding

That which is encouraging

That which gives, not expecting a return

That which adds value to others

That which lifts up, regardless

That which does not bring down

That which brings into full potential

That which is presentable,

That which is full of integrity

That which oozes of intelligence

That which bleeds of positive influence

That which fights to stay afloat

That which longs for wisdom

That which extends to others in the right way

That which is not selfish

That which embraces peace

That which believes in community

That which believes in others

That which extends a hand

That which encounters challenges as opportunities

That which commands the demons to flee

That which believes.

WHICH ONE OF THESE ARE YOU?

Sunday, October 25, 2009

UK "Economist" Magazine insults Africans

Economist magazine insults Africans

Africa's population
The baby bonanza

Aug 27th 2009 | JABI, SOMALIA
From The Economist print edition

Is Africa an exception to the rule that countries reap a “demographic dividend” as they grow richer?

IN JABI village, on the Juba River in southern Somalia, the mothers are mostly girls. They marry as early as 14 and have their first baby soon after. Their duties barely advance them above a donkey: childbearing and rearing, working in the fields, fetching water from the crocodile-infested river, sweeping faeces from the straw huts. Most have been raggedly circumcised. They have no contraception. There is no school. How many women in the village have died giving birth? “We cannot count the number,” blurts out Asha Hussein; she and the other women weep.

To most people, this is the familiar Africa, a place of large families and high fertility, a continent in which societies are under extreme stress and where the young massively outnumber the old. Teeming, environmentally degraded, ravaged by poverty, hunger, HIV/AIDS and civil war, Africa appears the most plausible candidate ever to suffer a Malthusian disaster.

Yet there is another Africa, an Africa whose people are charting a course more similar to that of the rest of the world: one where they are living longer, having fewer children, and in which more of their children are surviving infancy. Cities are restraining population growth, just as they have in Asia and Latin America. Addis Ababa, Accra, Luanda, may be fetid in parts—shockingly so for those coming from richer countries—but they have low fertility. An emergent African middle class is taking out mortgages and moving into newly built flats—and two children is what they want.

Africa is still something of a demographic outlier compared with the rest of the developing world. Long berated (or loved) as the sleepiest continent, it has now become the fastest-growing and fastest-urbanising one. Its population has grown from 110m in 1850 to 1 billion today. Its fertility rate is still high: the average woman born today can expect to have five children in her child-bearing years, compared with just 1.7 in East Asia. Barring catastrophe, Africa’s population will reach 2 billion by 2050. To get a sense of this kind of increase, consider that in 1950 there were two Europeans for every African; by 2050, on present trends, there will be two Africans for every European

Yet Africa is also starting out, a little late, on a demographic transition that others have already traced: as people get richer, they have fewer children. In 1990 the continent’s total fertility rate was over six, compared with two in East Asia. By 2030, according to United Nations projections, the total fertility rate in sub-Saharan Africa could fall to three. By 2050 it could be below 2.5. It is surely no coincidence that the past 15 years have seen Africa’s fastest-ever period of economic growth. Africa, exceptional in so many ways, does not seem to be an exception to the rule that, as countries get richer, they experience a demographic transition.

That could outweigh all the bad news about civil war, desertification and HIV/AIDS. As societies grow richer, and start to move from high fertility to low, the size of their working-age population increases. The effect is a mechanical one: they have fewer children; the grandparents’ generation has already died off; so they have disproportionately large numbers of working-age adults. According to a study by the Harvard Initiative for Global Health*, the share of the working-age population will rise in 27 of 32 African countries between 2005 and 2015.

The result is a “demographic dividend”, which can be cashed in to produce a virtuous cycle of growth. A fast-growing, economically active population provides the initial impetus to industrial production; then a supply of new workers coming from villages can, if handled properly, enable a country to become more productive. China and East Asia are the models. On some calculations, demography accounted for about a third of East Asia’s phenomenal growth over the past 30 years.

Africa’s people are its biggest asset. One day, its workforce could be as lusty and vital as Asia’s—especially compared with that of necrotic Europe. But there is nothing inevitable about the ability to cash in the demographic dividend. For that to happen, Africa will have to choose the right policies and overcome its many problems. If a country fails to address those problems, then the demographic dividend could become a burden. Instead of busy people at work, there will be restless, jobless young thugs; instead of prosperity, there will be crime or civil unrest.

Africa does not have much time to get things right. The period of greatest potential, when the working-age population is disproportionately large, is not open-ended. In demographic terms, it is just a moment or two. Societies age, and as they do the number of older dependents grows and the moment passes.

Africa has a generation or two to show whether it is, indeed, a demographic outlier as pessimists fear—one in which the dividend turns into a curse—or whether it is able to follow the path blazed by East Asia and reap the benefits of changing population patterns. Can Africa capitalise on the demographic dividend?
Malthus’s fears

There are three main reasons for pessimism. The first is that even today it struggles to provide for its people. Africa’s population is still growing, remember, even if more slowly because fertility is falling. And it still faces the classic constraints, identified by Thomas Malthus in the 19th century, of land and water.

Africa today produces less food per head than at any time since independence. Farms are getting smaller, sometimes farcically so. Dividing village plots among sons is like cutting up postage stamps. The average smallholding of just over half an acre (0.25 hectares) is too small to feed a family—hence the continent’s widespread stunting. Africa’s disease burden extends to its animals and crops. Bananas, for example, are subject to two diseases—bunchy top disease and bacterial wilt disease—which can ruin 80% of a harvest. Scientists reckon 30m people who depend on the fruit are at risk; many of them live in conflict zones such as eastern Congo.

If it is to feed its people, Africa badly needs a green revolution. In those parts with plentiful rainfall and rich soil—wet Africa—the prognosis is reasonably good. But in bigger dry Africa, such as in Jabi village, efforts to replicate Asia’s green revolution have so far failed. This is partly because Asia used large cropping systems and irrigation, which are unsuited to dry Africa. Partly, it is because African leaders and foreign donors have been almost equally indifferent to smallholder farmers and simple improvements to soil and seeds. Even if policy were right, small farms are slower than large ones to adopt better crops and farming methods.

The task of providing for hungry and thirsty people will be complicated by climate change—a big difference from the demographic transitions in Asia and Latin America. The Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change thinks Africa will be the continent hardest hit. Even its best-case scenario (an increase in global temperatures of 1.1-2.9°C by 2100) could be ruinous. Equatorial glaciers will melt and river-flows fall, even as demand for water rises. The United Nations Environment Programme says 75m-250m Africans could go thirsty. That will mean girls will spend longer walking to fetch water which could encourage them to drop out of school and bear children earlier. On some estimates, an area of cultivable land the size of France, Germany, Italy and Britain combined will be ruined. The International Livestock Research Institute says large parts of Africa may soon be too dry for grazing, leading to conflicts between rival cattle herders or, as in Sudan’s Darfur region, between herders and settled farmers.

These are predictions, not certainties. They do not necessarily mean the land cannot be made to support more people. Tree cover in southern Niger, for example, has increased tenfold since the devastating droughts of the 1970s. A government decision to let farmers, rather than the state, own the trees, has made them more valuable by allowing locals to capture the benefits of harvesting bark, branches, seeds and fruits, meaning that locals are less likely to cut them down. Trees limit soil erosion; some “fix” the soil with nitrogen.

Elsewhere, though, the losses are huge. Forests in Kenya have shrunk by at least 60% since 1990, mainly because more people are cutting down trees for fuel. It is doubtful whether Kenya’s government is strong enough to save the Mau forest on which Nairobi depends for water and hydroelectric power. And if Kenya cannot save a forest on which its capital depends, what hope is there for Congo’s rainforest?

Thanks to its demographic transition. Africa will suffer less from these afflictions than it otherwise would. But it cannot remove them altogether, because the continent’s population will continue to grow, albeit more slowly. The hunger, poverty and strife this causes could gravely limit the demographic dividend.

Which leads to the second reason for pessimism: Africa’s families are under greater strain than Asia’s or Latin America’s were when their demographic transitions first began. That means, pessimists fear, that African countries may fail to navigate the virtuous cycle of industrialisation, growing employment, increasing productivity and prosperity.

One African in two is a child. The numbers are such that traditional ways of caring for children in extended families and communities are breaking down. In southern Africa, as a result of HIV/AIDS, an increasing number of families are headed by children. A recent report by the African Child Policy Forum, an advocacy group, says there are now 50m orphaned or abandoned children in Africa. It thinks the number could rise to 100m, meaning misery for them and more violent crimes for others.

Millions of children already live rough in towns and cities. Prostitution and death await the poorest girls. The boys take to glue and crime. Africa has the highest rate of child disablement in the world. Some think 10-20% may be disabled, a staggering number, but since they are rarely seen in clinics and schools that is hard to verify. Paediatricians suspect some are killed in infancy—not Darwin’s natural selection but the dispensing of an extra mouth to feed. Physical stunting is probably rising.

Throughout Africa the burden of disease weighs heavily. Between them, malaria and HIV/AIDS account for about a third of the continent’s 10m deaths each year. In the ten years to 1995, more than 4m Africans died of AIDS and many countries have ten times as many people living with HIV as have died. Most are between 20 and 59. So HIV/AIDS is damaging that very section of the population—working-age adults—on which the demographic dividend depends.

If young people do not get jobs, or some stake in society, they may turn to violence. A Norwegian demographer, Henrik Urdal, reckons a country’s risk of conflict rises four percentage points for every one-point increase in the youth population. So Africa’s pyramids, wide at childhood and adolescence, are more promising than, say, barren Italy’s (see chart 2), but also more combustible. In some cities the rate of unemployment is 70%. The unemployed are recruited into militias or gangs for the price of a day’s wage. There was evidence of this after last year’s Kenyan elections, when politicians and businessmen stood accused of paying young men to turn parts of the country into war zones. Lots of underemployed young people mean too many hotheads and not enough elders. Paul Collier, an Africa specialist at Oxford University, thinks that in such circumstances young African men are “very dangerous”.

The third reason for pessimism is Africa’s political violence, corruption and weak or non-existent governing institutions. According to the Harvard study, “institutional quality [is vital] for converting growth of the working-age share into a demographic dividend.” Here the continent scores much more poorly than Asia or Latin America did in the 1960s or 1980s.

In the worst cases, civil war has meant that the demographic transition has not even begun. Fertility in Congo, Liberia and Sierra Leone—all torn apart by internecine fighting—has barely fallen. In Congo the rate is still six, just as it was in 1950. In the worst places, fecundity tends to track instability. Africa’s highest fertility rates are in the refugee and internally displaced camps in Sudan and Somalia, then in those countries recovering from war, then in famine-pocked patches of desert and scrub stretching from Mauritania to Kenya.

Some Africa-watchers fear that parts of the continent may be getting trapped in a downward spiral: more babies mean more competition for resources, more instability—and more babies. Jared Diamond, a professor at the University of California, Los Angeles, thinks bits of the continent are already suffering a Malthusian collapse of a sort. The Rwandan genocide, in his view, was a result of too many people pressing on too little land, all overlaid with political tension. Recent collapses in parts of Mauritania, Chad, Sudan, Somalia and Kenya, to name a few, are taken by neo-Malthusians to have their roots in overpopulating marginal land, compounded by political failure.

Yet such events also serve as reminders of how much can change. Twenty five years ago, Mozambique and Namibia were also being torn apart by war and Ghana was lurching from coup to coup. Now, these countries are peaceful, prospering and likely to benefit from the demographic dividend.
Confounding Malthus

Given half a chance, Africa shows what Malthus himself underestimated: innovation. The leapfrogging of decrepit state telecoms by profitable mobile telephone companies is one example. A basket of new technologies including wind and solar power stations, biofuel cookers and rainwater tanks could improve prospects for many rural Africans. Only 4% of the continent’s farmland is irrigated. Double that amount, add in fertilisers, seed, credit, information and proper metal warehouses (in some places a quarter of the harvest may be lost to rot and rats), and Africa might not just fill its own 2 billion stomachs, but export farm produce as well.

Emerging Asia and Latin America have been able to absorb much greater numbers of people thanks to urbanisation. Africa’s rate of urbanisation is the fastest the world has ever seen, says Anna Tibaijuka, the head of Habitat, the UN agency responsible for urban development. In 1950 only Alexandria and Cairo exceeded 1m people. When the city rush is done, Africa may have 80 cities with more than 1m people, plus a cluster of megacities headed by Kinshasa, Lagos and Cairo—none of which show signs of mass starvation. Intermediary towns of 50,000-100,000 people will soak up most of those coming from the countryside. Urbanisation is part of the solution to Africa’s demographic problems, not a manifestation of them.

Indeed, it is an open question whether demography should really be considered an African problem—or one of its advantages. Over the past year, the continent has had the fastest economic growth per person in the world, partly because it has been somewhat less affected by the collapse of world trade, but partly because of the small increases countries are seeing in the number of people of working age.

The UN Population Division points out that Africa’s overall population is 8% lower today than it would have been if its fertility rate had stayed at its 1970s level. And the trend towards lower fertility is likely to accelerate. The use of modern contraceptives in sub-Saharan Africa is only 12% (though it has doubled since 1994). In Somalia it is 1%. By comparison, the rate in Asia and Latin America is over 40%, so contraceptive use is likely to rise sharply.

Demography needs to be put in perspective. It is not destiny. Africa needs a green revolution; more efficient cities; more female education; honest governments; better economic policies. Without those things, Africa will not reap its demographic dividend. But without the transition that Africa has started upon, the continent’s chances of achieving those good things would be even lower than they are. Demography is a start.

* Realizing the Demographic dividend: is Africa any different? By David E. Bloom and others

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Protecting a Valuable Priority

Protecting what I value most is my priority.

As a woman, wife, mother, sister and friend, My priorities are limited. I am not able to have a lot of them, probably because I can't handle that many....i don't know...may be I have mini-valuables?

What I value most though, is my relationship with my Creator, His son Jesus and the Comforter, the Holy Spirit. Yeah, it's all very Biblical, very unusual, but seriously, these three are the starting point of my very existence.

No, i didn't just evolve from a monkey and definitely no! the science didn't mold me. Ever watched The Note Book, where Noah as an old man in the doctor's office goes, "you know science only goes so far, and then there is God" And whoa! What an amazing revelation! Don't we all need a revelation today? I know I do.

That's why it's crucial for me to keep reminding myself what my priorities are. I live in a time and age where 'other things' have become priorities and valuable, and we have made these things our priorities. We have set these things aside to dictate what our values are. We have let lies, material things, vanity and idols become our priorities.

We have let certain things control our lives, our reasoning and our decision making. Whereas these things are not that important, they are actually taking us down with them to the hole of nothingness, where we are constantly looking for something, going round in circles.

For me, having a conscious, ongoing, vibrant and working relationship with God helps me relate to myself, my husband, my kids, my family and my friends in a better way. I am a regular human being who could be bashful, hateful, isolated, disrespectful, controlling, manipulative, angry, mean and cold hearted, plus many other things.. But i made a choice to know Christ and His nature is one that provides grace sufficient enough to face everything under the heavens.

Letting the nature of Christ guide and direct me has not only made my life easier, but it has given me a purpose. A purpose to be better in all that I do. Communicate better, understand others and relate to them with respect, love, humility and consideration.

This translates to my work, my responsibilities and what is expected of me. It also comes into play when I am making decisions. When I am operating with a sober mind (not that i drink, I don't'!), I feel like I'm in control, I feel liberated and free. I feel like I am able to accomplish more, fulfill my duties, finish something and be glad about it.

Lastly and most importantly, it translates to my womanliness.
I love people, I love children, I love to cook, I love to talk, I love to entertain, I love to read and write. I love to make a difference where I can. I also love to influence others positively. Seriously, If I didn't have the backing of Christ, and his unconditional love, I would never carry out any of these things. I don't how others do it, but for me I know Christ is the One.

His love embraces me and He fills me up with joy, peace and grace. This crosses over into others, it crosses into my relationship with others, crosses over into things I am involved in, my responsibilities and my obligations. I have allowed His love to be my guiding light. His love covers my mind, my body, my heart and soul.

When His very nature is at work within me, nothing is too big for Him. Nothing falls that He can't pick up, and nothing fails that He can't reconcile. Nothing backfires that he won't mend.

That's why He's my priority. My most valuable priority. My most valuable relationship.

What's your most valuable priority?

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Capitalism: A love Story

Never seen Michael Moore's movies before...
but now, after watching Capitalism: A love Story, I couldn't help but have a whole new perspective of my beloved American country. Wow! is an understatement.

Is it a crime that none of the issues raised in the movie aren't investigated and the perpetrators brought to their knees?

Democracy doesn't necessarily mean good things.
The American Constitution doesn't necessarily stand for every American.
America isn't necessarily the country with all solutions.

In this time and day, in this generation and at this very era that I am alive, there must be a reason why all these things are happening. My questions is:

Will I just stand aside, watch it happen bringing with it evil, manipulation, harmful propaganda, greed, and capitalism or will I hold onto what is truly mine, that which belongs to every American: poor, rich, wealthy, blind, deaf, gay, brown, red, pink, white and black, that which is right and beneficial, that which is true and productive, that which I have worked so hard to achieve. The right.

The right to eat, to choose, to live well, to sleep on a warm bed, to own a house, to have adequate health care and education. My right. The right to be rescued if the floods comes in my city. The right to be included in the sharing of the bread, the right to be included in decision making, the right to be treated as a person with feelings, tears, emotions and ambitions. The right.

Why do people have to fight so hard for their rights in a democratic, free and home of the brave country?

May be Socialism has a new meaning after all.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Pure non-westernized African breakthru invention

What an inspiring story. See for yourself!

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/8257153.stm

Must get his book too: "The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind"

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Dead Aid

This is the Title of a much sort after book authored by Dambisa Moyo - a Zambian academic who has a PhD in Economics, studied at Harvard and Oxford. She also has work experience from The World Bank as well as Goldman Sachs.

The book's sub-title tells "How and Why Aid is not working and how there is another way for Africa".

This I would love to read. May be hearing it from an African Expert's point of view is different. As we all know, there are way too few experts from the continent about the continent. There are always Western Experts who know Africa best.

Is that why the Aid is dead?

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

By the way, there is more to Africa than seen on TV.

There is more to Africa than disease, poverty, wars, flies in the nose and mouth.

There is actually more than you would ever think.

Yes, there are poor people, those who live in less than $3 or may be 1 dollar a day and those who don't have money to see a doctor. They are those who walk without shoes, live in mud huts and probably have one meal a day. God bless them and take care of them. There are also those who walk long distances to go places, with dusty feet and really tired faces. That's the picture everyone knows of Africa, plus of course the animals. By the way, these folks have cell phones too :)

What you would never see on TV are:

Africans who are billionaires, millionaires, the wealthy 1%, upper class, middle upper class, middle class, lower middle class and all the rest of them.

Having been born and raised up there, I may have a better perspective than western experts, news reporters and writers.

What you never see on TV are hard working, educated or progressively educated law abiding citizens who pay their dues. They live in moderate or upscale neighborhood suburbs. They drive their benzes, Hondas and Toyotas, take their kids to school (not really, most have chauffeurs,) go on vacations to Italy. Seychelles, Paris and the Caribbean. They also speak English, French, Portuguese or other languages within.

Most are not interested in coming to America or Europe because they have established and quality lifestyles than their American counterparts. You would never hear about these kind of Africans on TV. Really sad.

Then there are those who are successful farmers with tons of acres of food, livestock and all. They have state of the art farming machinery and equipment. They grow flowers, mangoes, pineapples, paw paws, oranges, all sorts of fruits and vegetables. They export them to Europe....why not America? good question?

These farmers use their revenues to educate their children, their neighbors and employ tons of people. Their communities are thriving and cities are filled with life, people, shops and fun. Do you ever see that Africa on TV? No. Really really sad. Why aren't their stories told?

Then there those who are juggling school, jobs, families and other responsibilities, just like your regular neighbor. They attend local colleges, work at night or day, pick up kids from school (they may not have lot to pay or a driver), rush home to make dinner ( again, may not have enough to pay a housekeeper), and do homework, tuck in kids to bed, watch some TV, and go to bed waiting for another day to start. Does that sound like you? But you never see this on TV.

Then there are the young folks, the teens, the twenty somethings who feel like they own the world. They like to talk, experience new things, read the news, go to school, text on their blackberry, and dance to the tunes on their ipods. They want to be doctors, lawyers, astronauts, preachers, human rights activists, presidents, CEO's and investors. They have hopes, they talk about life, they drive to school, they take public transport, they party all night, others like to drink, the grounded ones are aspiring men and women of God. They are young, hip, ambitious, smart, sharply dressed, hippie dressed, sagging pants, tight pants, and resemble any other young person who could be your neighbor, friend or associate. You never see these African on TV, do you? Why aren't their stories told?

Well, there are tons of other Africans whose stories you would never know unless you went to Africa.

If all you ever saw on TV about Africa was poverty, disease, hot sun, flies and animals, - then you must really be sad and really worried and terrified of Africa.

For me, it hurts to see see my home demeaned, brought down, destroyed, burnt and its reputation tarnished continuously. Would you not feel the same?

Let's keep Africa balanced. It helps in the geography and history class your child is attending.

It also helps the Africans feel good about themselves, work hard and believe that their continent is able to sustain itself without interference, judgment, hate and condemnation.
While dropping off my daughter at school today, i saw this bumper sticker on a minivan:

"How can we be free if others are oppressed"?

and i thought whoa! Good morning! welcome to reality. That hit me like there is no tomorrow. Well, nothing new to me, but i wasn't ready to be greeted with such reality so early!

so, with my untamed curiosity, i sprang my neck to see what kind of people were in the car. ha! it made sense right away, they were a family from oversees! and from looking at their apparel, i immediately knew they somehow related to the bumper sticker.(well, the news i watch and read, plus their told stories confirm my judgment). I guess having such a sticker on their car makes them feel better. They probably feel liberated. I know the feeling. Only in my case i don't have car bumper stickers.

Instead I have them in me, my veins, my blood, in my heart and in my mind. I seem to always wonder and cry out for those that are invisible to the rest of the world. Those who are held down by poverty, oppression, disease, illiteracy, sin, and those who just don't have the means to help themselves or their children. I think about the boys and girls who don't have books to read, story books to share. I think about the girls who don't have a daddy to hold them and protect them from mean boys and beastly men. I think about the boys who are forced to grow up fast, take care of their siblings at age 7. That really breaks my heart.

Though I may not be an expert in anything, a known human rights activist or a rich woman with a lot of money to pay for the needs of the world, i dream really big. I think about these children and their situations all the time. I somehow obsess over it and it becomes a problem when i concentrate too much on what should be done, how it should be done, and who should do it. It doesn't help that I'm also a wife and a mom and my husband and my kids need me more than anything else.

It doesn't help much either that I'm also from oversees. Seems like there is a tendency to notice more or get caught up in trying to help others....may be I'm wrong and it's just me. May be i should blame America for opening my eyes?...i don't know. The media hasn't helped much either(a story for another day!)

But being here in this amazing country, which has more than it's people need, i can't help but think of those who would benefit from all the wasted food. All the left overs from our fridges. All the good-will clothes and all the tossed cell phones and toys that we clean out every spring.

I can hardly wait to see the smile on their faces, the joy that comes from receiving a new dress. The libraries that each little community could benefit from. The ability to read and study and go to college. The farms that could be filled with plenty if only these families had enough to eat to get strength to cultivate. The water wells and boreholes that would help moisture the environment, provide water for the animals and people, so kids don't have to travel miles to fetch water.

I dream of an Africa, Asia, Middle East, America and Latin America that could sustain itself. I dream of when these countries would get rid of all debts owed to others. I dream of when little boys and girls would move out and about without fear of bombs. I dream of when little girls can walk to school unescorted due to fear of rape. I pray for the day that black girls in America don't have to bleach their faces, burn their hairs to look acceptable to their white counterparts. I pray for the day when families would not have to sleep in the streets, eating from the dump because the governments can't help them.

I thank God for my life, my family, my friends, my ability to read, ability to do things in life and the ability to see, understand and desire to help others have a better lifestyle. I'm thankful even for those things i know i could do, but not right now.

In the meantime, I keep praying, i keep dreaming, i keep hoping and waiting for the day.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Opinions, views, perspectives, expressions and thoughts are what the human race thrives on. I know that's what keeps me up at night. The Bible helps make it clear though.

Almost all entries in this blog are born out of my opinions. The others either have quotes from sources, are reported news or Bible verses.

Are all of these good ideas?, God ideas, or pure human opinions that may annoy others? That i may not have an answer for, but i hope to never dismantle but encourage. I hope to never discourage but encourage. I hope to never undermine, but assure. I hope to never pull down but lift up and i hope to never tear but build.

What is in my heart is what i love to talk about, what i love to read, what i love to see happen and what i hope and pray for. My heart is full of what i dream of and what i aspire for. It's full of what i love to see and what i love to develop in.

My heart is working on serving, loving, building, encouraging, feeding, giving and reaching out to others.

My heart is looking towards laughter, togetherness, joy and eating with people, family and friends. It doesn't matter who. I will meet you, i will talk to you, get used to you and invite you over for dinner, lunch, brunch whatever. That's who I am.

I love people, i like people and i can't do without relationships. I can't survive without others around me. I have tried, but i can't. I try to ignore people but i can't. I get misunderstood, people i know avoid me for fear of being invited for a get together. whoa! I'm learning to live with that. I'm working on it, I know people are busy and they have lives.

I love to cook for anyone who loves to eat. I love to talk and hear other people's stories. That's how i learn. That's how i grow. I love to spend time with influential people, people who are experienced with life, people who make things happen, people who have ambitions, passions and goals in life. I love to hear their stories and i love to pick on things, learning and practicing.

My heart yearns for more. I want to learn and grow. I want to touch lives and i want to see people's lives changed.

My heart is exploding with desire to hear, learn, grow, achieve, overcome, conquer and stay guarded.

Though testing comes, though the raging seas are coming and the storm is rushing, I will not let out. I will stand like Daniel. I will believe in God. I will trust in Him alone and the lions and fire set against me will not prevail.

But Daniel!

Friday, September 18, 2009

Well, it's quite idiotic to live under the illusion that the world could be a perfect, peaceful and harmonious place with everyone being polite, forgiving, understanding, serving, loving,devoted and very helpful to each other. I am talking real peace and chaos free world, where even color and social status are irrelevant. right?

Funny thing is, that was exactly how it was meant to be....

until the guy in the garden and his wife decided knowing too much was better than obedience!! and look what it cost them: a pure, close and tight relationship with their Father, The Maker and giver of life.

They lost the trust, the friendship, the relationship and what ended up happening was that someone had to pay the price to restore the lost trust. Someone had to sacrifice his life for that relationship to work. Jesus is His name, and the rest is the best history ever told.(please see a real Bible near you)

A question I'm asking myself right now is:
What will I have to sacrifice today to get closer to that wonderful place, where I have always wanted?
What would I leave behind to achieve that goal of seeing with the eyes of the Father, where loving, serving, giving, forgiving and sharing are the daily works?

What I'm I carrying in my heart that needs to be checked out, taken out, stepped on, crushed and thrown outside? Things like hatred, pride, envy, false accusations, malice and slander?

More importantly, what I'm I holding onto that's lagging me behind, sucking life out of me and keeps leaving me stranded and completely wasted? Things like old boyfriends, words used against me, money, comparing myself with others, not loving myself enough, listening to old bad music, living with people I'm not supposed to be living with, eating things that are not good for me, watching things and reading things that are not helping, edifying and helping in my growth and development, plus all others.

I am learning that:
Laying it down, letting it go, and handing it over to the Father seems like the best thing to do. You know He's the maker of life, right? the giver of breath, the founder of romance and the genius behind our very existence, not to mention the maker of the rain (not the fake one). Those are pretty darn good qualifications to have, and I think I would think twice if i had to allow anyone else to handle my life.

I am letting it go. I am laying it down. I am handing it over. He will take care of it. I have put my Trust in Him and boy! do I Love Him.
The relationship between my God, the Father is the key to all of the other things.

All the things I have ever wanted, all the things I have ever wished for. Even wanting to be like Jesus!

'Seek Ye first the Kingdom Of God and His righteousness, and ALL these things will be added unto you" Matthew 6: 33

Thursday, September 17, 2009

My 33 years I'm leaning..

I'm in a place where my 33 years on earth are beginning to sound like 3. My youngest daughter keeps saying, 'I'm 3 just like my mommy'. I smile, look at her and with all great intentions, I reply, ..no sweetie, I am 33 and you are missing a whole lotta years. thirty years! That means I'm 30 years older than you, we are not the same age'.

Of course, she doesn't get it now, but one day she will. IN the meantime...

it downed on me that our nature as human beings, we like to omit things out. We are fond of not fully coming out to express who we are, what we are about and where we are headed. Is it fear? Is it keeping our privacy? Is it fearing judgment from others? Is it rebellion when we chose not to learn, when we ignore the training part of anything, when we push aside common ground or when we chose to honor those we shouldn't? How about when we do not appreciate others, support them and encourage them for their own good? How about when we purposely do wrong, or consciously sabotage another, or hide the truth?

Do human beings naturally harbor fear, insanity, insecurity, accusations, false stories, misconception and ignorance?

Worst part is when we do it to ourselves. We forget that unless we are honest with our selves, unless we appreciate ourselves, unless we love ourselves and really get in tune with who we are, and who God is in our lives, we'll never get satisfied. Instead of simply putting our trust in God, completely surrendering all to Him, We'll always be trying to find consolation from other things like, magazines, TV shows, fortune tellers and others who have no idea. And when we don't get the answers we are looking for, we start to compare ourselves, questioning our worth, being angry at God and falling victim to anger and isolation.

All because we ignored to fully come out as who we are and what we are really about, and what we want. We are made in the image of God, We are His people and our desire should be to love others and honor others without expecting anything in return.

This will eradicate fear, insecurities, accusations, misconceptions and most of all ignorance.

It is well worth it. Don't you think?

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

The Love

We are not to despise them or hate them.
We are not to accuse them or point fingers at them
We are not to judge them or shun them out
We are not to back bite them or wish them bad

We are to love them and trust in God that His Love would embrace us as we attempt to Love those ones. Those ones who don't like us, the ones who spit on us while we are not looking. The ones who would rather see us wither and melt before their very own eyes. Those ones who wish we were never around.

We are to reach out and love them, regardless. We are to reach out and offer them something to eat, a drink of water and a hand. No matter how hard it may seem, God's love in us is bigger than we'll ever know. So big! Really.

We are to ask of the Father's strength to face this day. Ask of the Father's grace to face yet another month. Ask of the Father's Love to en-clothe us, to embrace us and to cover us through it all.

This Love will hinder us from hating them, throwing rocks at them, and wishing they would burn in hell.

This Love is bigger than all the hateful remarks, all the explicit names, all the name calling that comes from them.

This Love is bigger than the sleeplessness nights they cause, the goose bumps they cause to arise on our arms and those of our loved ones.

This Love is bigger than their hate and bigger than anything planned or set against us. It is the Love that is unconditional.

The Love that sees through color, the Love that sees through socio-economic status. The Love that sees through our physical features, the Love that sees through our status.

It is The Love of God. The Love that extends to the mountains and valleys. To other nations and all the people we don't know.

It is also the The Love that is upon the United States President. The Love that is upon his wife and his children. Everyday as he steps out, may the Love of God be upon him. May he learn to trust in God fully. For it is in that place that he will have the courage to be stronger, happier and even more ready to hold the highest office. They can hurt him with words, they can call him names, they can accuse him and portray him as the enemy. But the Love of God stands strong.

That kind of Love will never be moved, changed or replaced. It is there to stay forever and ever no matter what.

But His LOVE.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Well, i managed to do a few things this weekend:

Hike into the lakes (gotta love that)
Read The Shack (everyone human being who walks on the face of the earth must read)
Missed church (not recommended)
Told my mom-in-law that i loved her (doesn't happen very often)

While hiking I found out that the earth and nature and all the beautiful things were created for us to enjoy and inhabit as we take care of it. Many a times, a lot of us ignore that factor and completely disregard God's intentions.

While reading The Shack, i realized that all my perceptions of God the Father, Son Jesus and the Holy Spirit were wrong. I have never felt so torn and broken. The Lord is full of mercy, grace and forgiveness. He is still mending me.

While missing church i thought about all our friends, the pastors and those that i see on Sundays, and one question came to mind: Do i go to church because of them?

While hugging my mom-in-law, I realized that I didn't have to pretend anymore. I realized that i didn't expect anything from her in return and that loving her for who she is, is demonstrating an unconditional love. A Jesus kind of love. A real, open and without reward kind of love.

It downed on me that my life, my worries, my successes, my failures and my hopes are not in my hands. Though i have eyes to see and ears to hear. Though i have hands to touch and a nose to smell, I could not possibly understand what the King of Kings has in store for me. I just have to trust in Him. Love Him without expecting anything from Him.

There is a lesson to be learned in all our doing.

Be a positive lesson. You never know who is learning.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

How is it That You Haven't Quit by Now?

It is so hard not to notice her demeanor. Her walk and her smile. Her elegant choice of wardrobe does not go unnoticed. Literally.

With her stride, her head help up high and strong shoulders that portray confidence, she faces each day just like the rest of us. Only her days are really nothing near what our days are like. Really.

She is one in a million. A woman who, even though I haven't met, has demonstrated intelligence, smart reasoning and a go-getter attitude that has truly paid off. Very much so.

Her's is a life of mystery. A life lived in a private, yet very public lifestyle. She is a woman who is strong, not only for herself and her children, but strong for her man too. While others hold her husband down, she lifts him up. When others mock him, she stands strong, by him, and for him. When duty calls and her husband makes a move towards the line of fire, towards the bomb awaiting to explode and towards the enemy, she's not moved, at least not in public. She uses her eyes and her smile to communicate with him. She winks and smiles to encourage him and support him and tell him how much she loves and believes in him. She doesn't flinch with fear as her husband is heckled, spat on or rebuked. At least not in public view, and she doesn't display any aggressive response, even while she has a reason to, which in my watch, would be just about any day of her life. How does she do that?

One day I will ask her. I would love to meet her, and if I do, I would like to hear her story. Surrounding myself with influential people is something I love to do, even for a minute. People who have made a difference, those that make things happen and those who demand excellence are my kind of people. That is the the only way I'd ever be influential myself.

When i meet her, mine will just be one question. Just one. A question I have struggled with for a little over 2 years now. A question that will be the beginning of something new....well, at least for me, that's if she actually gives me an answer, which i pray and hope that she will.

"How is it that you haven't quit this by now?".

Yeah, a simple question, and I will have my pen and paper ready. Whatever her answer will be, it will be enough to write a book on it, a story that I would love my children to read to their children for generations to come. The story will be one of what is it like to be the wife and the woman behind the first Commander In Chief of the United States with a tone other than white. I will have prepared enough note pads and stocked enough pens in my journalism assignment folder just in case.

In that one question, I would love to hear how she manages to let her husband walk out of that door to go walk among people who openly rebuke, mock and abuse him. I would like to know how she lets him out of her arms to go walk on fire, towards bombs ready to explode on him. I would ask how she is able to remain calm as she keeps her children away from the discussions, newspapers and friends from school, who repeat what they heard their parents say last night. I would love to know what she holds on to when she hears that an angry man showed up with a gun somewhere close to her husband's meeting venue. I would love to know how she felt when a pastor from an Arizona Baptist Church prayed for her husband to have cancer, melt like a snail with salt on it and die - Reported on major news network, newspapers and FoxNews too: see the link http://www.foxnews.com/politics/2009/08/31. I would love to know how at the end of the day she doesn't just tie her husband to herself so he does not have to leave for work the next day.

"How is it that you haven't quit by now?"

She has demonstrated strength where none is likely to be seen.
She has remained calm in public even as her husband walks on fire and towards the the enemy.
She has stood her ground and refused to betray her integrity.
She has maintained her place as a wife, friend and soul-mate.


This one is a woman to learn from and pray for.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Make a choice and move your mountain.

Sure, you've heard it before...a faith that can move mountains.

Mountains for me are high regions where grass, trees, animals and snow reside...hundreds of years old, may be thousands. These mountains stay where they are come rain or sunshine, and the idea of moving one is just not very realistic, well, unless of course there is a movie that dares to make it happen, showing unrealistic themes and stories for make believe. Truth is, in real life, that wouldn't happen now, would it? Of course yes, it could. In fact, it could move really well if you made the right choices. I know I've tried making some choices that went really bad, and i would be like, 'how on earth did i get here'? but with all the faith that's in me, i somehow believe that that the mountain could be anything in my life. A mean teacher, a horrible relationship, a glass-ceiling situation, an abusive father or husband, a really intimidating boss, a real crazy loan officer who won't let you have that money and others who are just plain mean. Through all the bad, it's very easy to to allow unrealistic themes, stories and unrealistic decision making become part of our human nature. It's so bad that we are not able to tell the difference anymore, thus making unrealistic choices.

But not this story. This is real. It is real life, where one has to make a decision that could either break or make the future. Life is full of bad potatoes, rotten peas, expensive and bad quality clothes and dirty water. Sounds horrible? Not really? with all the bad there is, something must be good somewhere, but its not easy to come by unless you make a choice to change something. You alone are left with a decision to make. Will you be like the rotten peas? behave like them? react the same way as the bad quality clothes? Well, then how do you remain sane in the midst of filthy water? how do you come to a place of solace where common sense is lacking, where thinking straight is hard and remaining functional in the midst of the storm seems unrealistic. It can only happen if you make a realistic choice.

The choice to love harder, the choice to embrace more, the choice to accommodate peace, the choice to stop the slander, the choice to stop overeating, the choice to stop rumor-mongering, the choice to stop spending ungodly hours with ungodly people (that's really ungodly!!), the choice to stop blaming others and taking responsibility, the choice to tell the truth, the choice to honor those honor is due, a choice to stop taking credit for someone else success, the choice to listen to your mother if she's right, a choice to take your children to church (never leave your kids at home if you are going to church, no matter how old they are!!)Make that choice to extend a hand to the invisible person. Make a choice to encourage your boss though it's the last thing on your mind. Make a choice to give fully if you can. Make a choice to tithe consistently, it's not about the church or the pastors. It has got nothing to do with them. Make a choice not to rob God, he deserves what's due to him. So many choices to make and somehow somewhere, we aren't able to change. Make a choice to leave that room if you need to, make a choice to tear those magazines if you need to and make a choice to cancel that x-rated channel you've got. I've made choices in my life and I'm still making them one day at a time.

Try and make a choice today. It could move your mountain.

Ignorance as a classroom subject

What if a subject known as Ignorance was actually apart of the school subject schedule? Ok, this is how it would look on the class schedule:
8:30 - English, 9:10 - Social Studies, 10:00 - Ignorance.
This would save us a whole lotta problems i bet!

Ignorance is being ignored, and it's hurting those that we love, those that we know and care about and those that we see from afar...like on the TV. I crack up, really hard, when i hear some reasons given by some ignorant folks. I get really sad and then mad and I'm like, 'how on earth could a fellow human being be so ignorant'?

Turns out it's pretty easy to be ignorant. It starts by switching off common sense, turning away the truth, putting away any common ground and nailing those who oppose you to the cross, and then dragging the cross on hot coals giving excuses. Ignorance is not a joke. It destroys development and growth. It destroys germination of modern formalities like black presidents and free speech, and it's obvious that it could destroy the next generation as parents struggle to keep their kids in school. May be all schools should have a lesson plan that includes:
Introduction to Ignorance 101
Introduction to Ignorance in your neighborhood and more advanced courses should have:
Understanding Ignorance in your Country.

Enough said.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Who are you really married to?



Why is it that we the church goers and those that do not go to church or love God share the same divorce rate? Is there something that we all share and are doing together that we aren't supposed to be doing? I think there is...

We are all married to the idea of being married. Because if we were really married to the men and women in our lives, we would talk to them, solve problems with them, cry with them, laugh with them, hug them, kiss them, cuddle, constructively criticize them, encourage them, guide them, share chores with them, surprise them, and compliment them, not just in private but in public. But most of us either do not have the time, or do not see the need to do this. Everyday that you do not acknowledge your husband or your wife takes away something that can never be replaced, or if it's ever replaced, will not look the same.

Take sometime and let him know that you can both get through it if you gave it one more chance. Take sometime and declare war against every friend, family member and co-worker who is bringing division in your home. Take sometime and lock that door from the inside, talk to your wife, take a hold your husband's hand and look into those eyes. Apologize like you mean it. Compliment those curves and appreciate her. Hand him some clean socks and plant a reassuring pat on his back. He will not forget. Feed him like your own baby...not spoon feed (only works for babies). Appreciate that he comes home straight from work, appreciate that he chooses to spend Saturday night with you, and not with the boys. Acknowledge that she chooses to save the $10 dollars to get your favorite steak.

Remember why you chose him in the first place. Do not forget why she chose you. Do not abandon the wife of your youth. Remember the smile on his face when you told him yes? Work hard to get back there. That first time, when all you could see was him. That first time she touched your arm. Remember those days. Go back there, and start afresh. It is well worth it.

silent killer

I'm done. Finally off of it. wohooooo!
I can't tell you how liberating it is to be free.

This thing had coiled itself around me like a snake, and though i had control over it, it always seemed like i had an obligation to it. It's like a cigarette (never smoked in my life), but i always felt inclined to taste it, look, see, spend time on it. I needed to be on it,to see people, hear what's going on and be all over the place. BUT it started to feel ike a disease, like a total waste of time, I started to get bored. In the mean time, i lost focus on my reading and writing.

See, before the explosion of this beautiful silent killer, I kept an active journal, i had a blog and i read at least 2-3 books. But i can't really say that i read much or wrote enough while i was on facebook. This thing became a silent killer of reality in my life. It is a silent killer of productivity in the work place, a silent killer of marriages and relationships, and definitely a silent killer of time management. Don't get me wrong, i wasn't addicted, i wasn't not having a life, it just silently killed what i loved to do best. Thus my decision to let go. Ha!

Right now I'm thinking about all the people who are wrapped up in it, those who can't breathe without it. Every few minutes, every 2 hours, a few times a day, they go in there, update everyone else on their bad day, hoover on other people's profiles, take quizzes and post them to let the world know how ignorant, worldly, sexy, illiterate they are - and my favorite!! what song of Beyonce they are! c'mon now. I think facebook is semi evil, semi-useful, semi-dangerous, semi-scary, semi-helpful, semi-great. See, thing is, it's all about what you think about it. It's very personal and each individual is entitled to their own opinion. My opinion though is that i can live without it.

It took away so much of who I am. See, there are genuine moments in there, sometimes real stuff is on it, and the people are cool too. In there you find great friends, family, acquaintances, enemies, those who are out to hoover all over your profile, those who snoop and never say anything, and then when you meet them weeks later, they remind you of something you said! That's downright spooky!

Facebook is what you want it to be for you. It's what you make to be in life. As for me, myself and I, facebook was fun, gave me the opportunity to connect with friends old and new and family from far. But I am done for now. I am giving myself a break and I'm sure somehow somewhere i will be okay.

Friday, September 4, 2009

What's my problem then!

Devaluing what i am and who God has called me to be is something i do often. I always tend to think that others are better than I am. I beat myself up for thinking too much. But I'm learning that i don't have to be a bible scholar to pray and believe for someone else healing and deliverance, oh! and mine too. I am also learning that i don't need to be on the pulpit to declare war against the enemy, and I'm also learning that God is not a respecter of persons, and that He finds me worthy and able enough to trust me to spread His word. What's my problem then!

Thing is i have a lot in me that needs to be said. I have a lot in me that needs to be written down. You know how i know that? coz i have tons of written stuff, tons of things in my head, mind and more going through my veins. It's not even funny!! but i know so well that i can't just blurb things out, i can't just speak and tell stories. It needs to be necessary, useful and timely for that time. It just can't be something to make one happy for a second. I need it to be a life changing thing, a situation where perspectives, mindsets and views are changed. Can i do that? I think i can. I'm learning how to one day at a time.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Mission to change Africa's Image

I'm on a mission to change Africa's image.
It's not all about hunger, poverty, disease and flies in the eyes and nose kinda pictures.
There is more, and the world needs to know.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

At times i don't see it.

The desire of my heart is to sense, discern, see, hear, and capture what God has ordained for the day, the moment and the environment. My want and my will usually get in my way though, and at times i don't see it, I don't sense and i fail to capture that moment. Scary thing is, it could be when I'm walking down the street, and someone stops right in my track, almost bumping into me and my first instinct is excuse me!! move aside, look him/her up down with a sneer and walk away mad that they got in my way. Was that a test for me? what would Jesus do? brush him aside or notice the need in the man's life? I could also be in line at the store with my full cart of food, and i know very well that most of this food will not last - and the person behind me is a woman with 2 kids, and in their cart is beef jerky, a coke, 3 packets of doritos and 2 for a $1.00 frozen dinners. At this point i clearly feel that one of my food bags should be in their cart, but i dismiss it as....she probably gets the welfare money and buys junk with it...why should i help? May be she couldn't even get welfare!! Yet again, it was a moment to portray Christ's love and i missed it. At times i don't see it.
Another time was at a small neighborhood Starbucks, and i was in line and in came 2 cops and joined in the line. I'm thinking...these guys do such a great job, quick to respond, always helpful and makes environment safe, yet! they also racial profile, discriminate, beat people on cars and stuff like that. So, i let my assumptions get in my way,and instead of encouraging them, supporting them and showing appreciation, i missed out again. At times i just don't see it.

Worst is at church where everyone is supposed to feel loved and wanted and appreciated, right? Yet, i can't deny the existence of clicks, specific groups, a culture that only shares amongst itself. Now, there are those who are not in these clicks, or in the groups, those not popular and definitely need a lift me up. They say...'can't you see me? do i need to dress like you for you to notice me?, I take the bus here, i can't afford a car and goodwill is the best that i can get. 'My hair and nails are not done weekly and this is me as i am. I need you to recognize me, help me understand that it's ok and Jesus loves me the way I am. Please love me as i am. Demonstrate that Christ also loves people like me. As for me, this is where it all stops. I want to sense God more in my environment, I desire for Him to show me the needs, the specifics so that i can help spread his love, demonstrate his love and love those who are invisible. Sometimes I just don't see it. I need more of God.

Monday, August 3, 2009

A pair of shoes

Completely nothing to write all day today. I've had a great day with my my beau and our girls and of course i got me a pair of shoes...a day well spent. LOL.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Sometimes i do, sometimes i don't.

I never thought i would say this, but i love my life in America today. 6 months ago, i didn't exactly feel this way. Don't get me wrong, i love my husband, my girls and i would never imagine my life without them. Yet, i always felt there was more for us to do, yet i didn't feel it was here in this country. But the giver of life works in mysterious ways. His word and his comfort comes to me this day like a warm blanket filled with the smell of hot chocolate and surrounded by evening fire.....almost like a heavenly feel to it (never been to heaven tho). I feel content, satisfied, fully secured into the life that God has bestowed on me. I love my time now, my friends, my church and the promises of tomorrow.

I am stronger than i was yesterday, and I am willing to go an extra mile to foster this feeling.

How long will this feeling last?

Help me maintain what i feel today and clothe me in your righteousness.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

A gift for Kenya's Young Marginalized men.

Below is an inspiring story of one great Christian organization working with former violent young men marginalized and used by powerful politicians to terrorize Kenyans. God is good, and we hope many more men's lives are changed.


Kenya: From violence to a peace culture

A project in western Kenya, supported by Diakonia, has helped young people out of a life of violence and criminality and into education and licit livelihoods. The formerly feared young men are now also involved in society through work on conflict solution and environmental protection.
Strategies and working methods

In Kenya, Diakonia focuses on supporting peace and the still “young” democracy, with an emphasis on human rights and equality. Kenya’s population is also young: three quarters are under 30 years old. Despite this fact, young people and the issues that concern them have been neglected in the political arena. Poverty, unemployment and injustice hit the young disproportionately hard.

In 2002, two of Diakonia’s partners started working with young people as part of a project to promote peaceful choices. The town of Kisumu on the shores of Lake Victoria used to be ruled by a group of young men who carried out violence on behalf of politicians. The young people felt that they were oppressed by the Kenyan government in the same way that the Iraqis suffered under the US-led forces in Iraq, and therefore took the name Baghdad Boys. The group became widely known and feared, and was employed by politicians across Kenya who wanted to harass and threaten their opponents.

The project in Kisumu focused on giving the young men vocational training and a path towards a licit livelihood. They also received training in peaceful conflict management. Throughout the process, Diakonia has provided the partner organisations running the project with resources and expertise in support of their
Concrete results

Now, the Baghdad Boys call themselves “Baghdad for Peace”, shortened to Bafope. The young people who have taken part in the project have radically changed their behaviour in terms of violence and drugs. “A culture of peace is gradually replacing the culture of violence and hooliganism,” says one of them, Maurice Masese.

Bafope’s story has inspired other militia groups, who have become involved in the project. Previously marginalised young men have found a way back into society. Via cleanup projects in the town organised by Bafope, several young people have been employed in local environmental protection work. Others provide a livelihood for themselves by working in a waste management company that they set up.

Kenyan Young Men

Abilities are created through provision of enabling environments for people to find and create options for survival.

Kenyan young men ages 18-35 should be a priority.

They should be given the opportunity to be educated, trained, guided and strategically placed to ensure that their generation does not fall to kidnappings, car-jackings, abductions, direct assaults and attacks, cattle rustling, robbery, burglary, rapes, extrajudicial killings and other forms of insecurity that has now engulfed the country.

My friends and the Seasons

Sometimes I'm not sure what I'm dealing with...and no, it's not the demons from hell, it's pure humanistic agony of embracing what's right, wrong, what feels good, what's beneficial and what's good for me and my family. It's very easy for me to beat myself up for nothing. It used to be that i really cared what people thought about what i did, said or wore. I found out it's useless, time wasting and pure agony if i cared too much Thus my free speech, free act and free mind and will as i do what i think it right, good, valuable, sensible and beneficial in a godly way to me and my family.

I think of all my great friends that I've had over the years, some have stayed and others have moved on. It's been hard to lose some of those, as the seasons come and go, and we all go separate ways and pursue various ambitions. I'm in a stage in my life right now, as I watch different things happen to different ones in my life. Some have ambitions that are beyond their abilities, but I'm on to encourage and say keep going. Others have endeavors that are not necessarily godly, but with good feel to it, and sometimes its hard to caution or mention something, as i would fear hurting them or discouraging them. Others have dreams, desires, hopes and aspirations. I've watched them get hurt, misled, confused, heartbroken and waiting on empty promises, but i can only reach out a hand and say a prayer that the Almighty would strengthen them and guide their steps into another line of victory.

There are also those who were special to me at one time. They will always be. I love them and I had a great time, learning from them, laughing and crying with them and all i can say is that time goes by, we move to different ends of the earth, we change our perceptions, our views are different, we get married in different countries or states, and when we have kids, life becomes even busier and we spend less and less time together. It's hard to understand that stuff like that happens, but it does, and we just have to move on. Some people are in our lives for just some seasons and God will bring along others as seasons go.

From where i stand, i have loved and i will continue to love all my friends, will honor the days that God brought us together and I'll be forever grateful that we shared so much. Nevertheless, tomorrow is always brighter, especially in the hand of it's maker, and I'm only looking forward to all that God will bring my way including all the special beings that i will call my friends.

To all my friends far and wide, though we don't see eye to eye, i love you and God's speed.