Arrival
One day a rich man gave a poor man a basket full of garbage. The poor man smiled at him and walked away with the basket. He emptied and cleaned it and filled it with beautiful flowers. He went back to the rich man and gave him the basket of flowers. The rich man was amazed and asked, "Why did you give me this basket of beautiful flowers when I gave you a basket full of rubbish?" The poor man replied, "Because everyone gives what is in their hearts!" (unknown)
The Big Easy
Ukavu - Drought
You wouldn't believe it, but it's true. In Wajir county, Kenya, it is dry as dust. As if in a macabre parade, cattle carcasses line the two sides of the dusty road leading into Biyamadow, a sleepy village in northern Kenya's Wajir County.
Who can believe it? It's true, drought in Kenya! No rain, for several weeks. The animals are suffering, the farmers are suffering too. Climate change has hit hard. The farmers shrug their shoulders, that's all they can expect. Everyone says it: "Climate change is here!"
Kenya is certainly not responsible for this climate change, at least not in this form. The industrialised countries with their insanely large factories that pollute the air are responsible. Kenya is being asked to pay... and has to pay.
Many tourists see Kenya as a green country. They don't know any different and nobody tells them. The equator passes through the middle of Kenya, so it is green. A little further away from the equator are the dry areas.
Now it is really time to take a look at Kenya's geography. Kenya borders Sudan and Ethiopia to the north, Somalia to the east, Uganda to the west, Tanzania to the south and the Indian Ocean to the southeast. Most of the country, especially in the north and east, is arid or semi-arid.
Central-Central Kenya is crossed by the Rift Valley, part of the East African Rift Valley. The highest elevation - Batian at 5199 m - is in the Mount Kenya massif, the mountain range is a UNESCO World Heritage Site. The lowest point is at 0 m on the 480 km long coast of the Indian Ocean; coral reefs are partly offshore there. The longest rivers in the country are: Tana, Sabaki and Kerio. To the east, the coastal lowlands extend as a narrow fringe.
The coast is about 400 km long. A 20 to 25 km wide coastal lowland connects inland. The coastal region rises in the north and east to wide plateaus up to 1500 to 2000 m high, which are topped by extinct volcanoes.
The coastline is divided by bays and lagoons. To the south, coral reefs are offshore. To the west are hills and tablelands.
Kenya can be divided into two climatic zones: In the highlands, which are higher than 1800 m, there are rainy periods from April to June and from October to November.
At 5199 m, the Mount Kenya massif is the second highest mountain massif in Africa. Its centre is about 15 km south of the equator in Kenya.
Rainfall is mostly in the afternoon, evening and night. The nights are relatively cool. The coldest period in this region is in July and August with a daily minimum of about 10 °C. The warm period is in January and February with about 25 to 26 °C daily maximum. The humidity is about 65 percent. In Nairobi, temperatures range from 11 to 21 °C in July and 13 to 26 °C in February. The annual average rainfall in Nairobi is 958 mm. Temperatures are much higher at Lake Victoria, where there is sometimes heavy rainfall.
On the coast, temperatures range from 22 to 32 °C, and the average humidity is about 75 percent. Most precipitation falls from April to June. The driest months are January and February. The warmest months are October to May.
Due to the different climatic zones, the smallest catchment area, that of Lake Victoria with just under 10 % of the country's surface area, has the highest discharge with half of the total water volume. The largest catchment area, on the other hand, that of the Ewaso Ng'iro, which drains into the Juba, with more than a third of the country's area, only has a share of the runoff of less than 2 %. Besides the rainy southwest, the massif of Mount Kenya represents the country's "water castle". Almost a quarter of the country drains into basins without drainage, like that of Lake Turkana.
Let's
keep it that way. (Lerrnhelfer, Mount Kenya massif, Wikipedia, Kenya,
Wikipedia, Geography - Kenyan Embassy Nerlin).
Tourists
usually only know the "Big Five". The term dates back to
the time of the big game hunters and refers to the five animals that
were the most difficult to kill. They are elephant, rhino, buffalo,
lion and leopard.
ushoga - homosexuality
It's strange what I'm seeing in Kenya. It is certainly not uncommon, it can happen anywhere. What just happened.
We, my wife and I, went shopping. Since there is no supermarket in the village, we have to go to the next town. We need about 20 minutes to get there. There are two larger supermarkets in town, both not far from the bus station.
There is a lot in the supermarket, but not everything. As a European you are used to something different. The people here like it and it is enough for them.
We did a lot of shopping, two parcels would be packed full, and we also have to carry a heavy shopping bag. I can drag them! Naturally! It would be even nicer if the golden one would wear something. For the heavy parcels, she fetches a porter she knows. Who doesn't she know?
We let the first bus go, there is little space and we need space with a lot of luggage. Another advantage is that we can sit next to the driver, that's good for my broken hip, the pain isn't that great.
So we sit on the bus and wait. The sun is shining, it's warm. I have opened the window and I support myself casually on the door with my left arm. It doesn't take long before I feel someone caress my arm. I look, there is a young man standing, looking at me ecstatically, stroking my arm with relish. This has happened to me before, but only with women. They were always completely carried away by my hair, not on my head, but on my arms.
"What do you want?" I ask him, at the same time pulling my arm away.
"I like you! I like all that hair on your skin."
The young man smiles.
"I know a lot of people want that!"
He shows me his arm. "Look, we don't have hair on our skin!"
It's true, blacks are sleek, hairless.
"Do you like me?" He asks.
"I don't know," I answer.
"Just look at me carefully! I am young and strong!"
It's true, he's young and strong, I can't argue against that.
"Show me your legs!" I ask of him.
He steps back from the vehicle, takes his pant legs, pulls them up, shows me his legs.
My wife laughs softly, the driver can hardly hide his laugh. What's so funny?
"What do you say?" He wants to know from me.
"Looks good!" I state professionally.
The driver starts the engine. The bus is full, we can drive off.
"Are we getting together?" He would like to know.
"Maybe ... I'll think about it."
Luckily the bus leaves. Not too much my happiness, more the happiness of the young man.
I didn't see him again. I'm not sad.
Have you heard what the Lord has done?
He has destroyed the works of satan
He has given us Victory
That's why we sing Ose e
Gonjwa Hilo - the Pandemic
Today I read the newspaper and I was allerted when I came to this message.
Have you been vaccinated against Covid-19? If not, you might be denied services in government institutions and entry to your favourite bar this festive season. (Nation)
That means if you are not vaccinated no more beer, no traveling, nothing. You're locked up. As you maybe know, I'm Austrian, we have the same. That was causing last weekend some problems in Vienna. Between 75.000 and 200.000 demonstrated for their rights. Here in Austria, we will get a 'must' to be vaccinated but before that, this law must pass the court. To many complanet about it. The same can be happened in Kenya.
And it means a countrywide Lockdown. As long as I know, in Kenya are 2,5 million vaccinated, 48 million are not vaccinated. What is not clear mentioned in that article is, if a nonvaccinated are not allowed to enter a bar or hotel, is a nonvaccinated service personal allowed? Transport is also finished. When this becomes true, then the complete country will come to a standstill.
Actually I have no idea what happen with a jobless person. In Austria those people getting help, that means they get some money to buy food and pay rent. It's not a lot, you cannot become rich. You can survive, that's all. I'm sure this is not happened in Kenya. When this comes true what's communicated in the Nation, that would mean a high number of jobless persons. No hotel would be open, no bar, no matatu will go. This Lockdown will come to a shutdown.
The big problem is what to do with people they cannot be vaccinated? There is no answer! Is it a lifetime sentence? In other words, non vaccinated people are in prison?
To many questions!
Just to see what's going on. In Kenya every year 25.000 people are dying of TB. Who cares? Covid-19 is now for 2 years in Kenya and 6000 died. That means 3000 a year! And what we got? Lockdowns, shutdowns, restrictions,... What is really going on? And we don't have to forget HIV! A lot of deaths and nobody cares.
Asubuhi ni kijivu au asubuhi ni kijivu
After a long day, we had been very busy, we lay on the bed. I was really tired and just hoped that the divine would leave me alone. One day of hard work is enough, I'm not that strong anymore. Before, yes, today no. So I went to bed early. The others ate and then watched television. I made myself comfortable on the bed. I am an avid reader, so I read a treatise on Valois. Later the divine comes into the room and lies down with me. Don't say a word. I look at her, a woman who doesn't speak, there's a fire on the roof. I fixed her with my eyes, wondering how she feels.
"May I ask you something?" I have to be careful.
A woman is like a loaded gun. "You may," comes the cold answer.
"Do you want to be a man?" Not a specific question, but I'm still interested in the answer.
She thinks for a few seconds, then looks at me, answers me: "No, not really!"
This answer doesn't surprise me. Silence, nobody speaks. I keep reading my book.
"May I ask you something?"
"Of course, my darling!"
I'm happy to have some conversation.
"Do you want to be a man?"
That sat. She has a sharp tongue. I am speechless. I can't just accept that, it was a punch in the abdomen, if you know what I'm talking about. I have trouble sleeping, try to think up a rematch for myself. I can't think of anything! That makes the night even more uncomfortable than it already is. The morning is finally coming. I get up, go kukojoa or susu. When I come back, the beautiful woman is already awake. She looks out the window.
“It's dawning!” She notes. I let this sentence melt in my mouth. I can do something with that! I look at her.
"No," I say to her, "morning is not graying, morning is graying!"
That sat! Her black face loses its natural color, she becomes completely white in the face. Before the volcano explodes, I forgive myself. With quick steps I leave the room and the house. It is better to wait for the outbreak at a safe distance. I forgive myself around the corner of the house. There is room, the tenant has moved out. It's peaceful here! As soon as I'm there, I hear their screams! It's good that I'm in good hands. There is no breakfast today! It's bad, but I guess I'll survive.
I hear the drums echoing tonight
But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation
She's coming in twelve-thirty flight
Her moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation. salvation.
Mjinga
As so often, I go for a walk. To the river, of course. It's Sunday and the sun is shining. I come to the church, which is full as always. There are also many people in front of the church today.
There is a friend of mine, a boy, I was so friendly and I learned a sentence of German from him. He greets me happily. His friends are amazed that we are talking in a foreign language. They don't know it's just a sentence! My friend is happy and so am I.
There's another man I notice. A little boy, about 2 years old, is sitting on his shoulder. I think that's unusual, because I have the impression that Kenyan men don't care about their offspring. We talk to each other. The conversation begins as always. "Where are you from?" He asks me.
The boy on his shoulder looks at me with wide eyes. I just wonder what is the little one thinking now?
I point my finger behind me.
"I'm from there!"
The man makes big eyes.
"Where are you going?"
Point your finger in the direction that leads to the river.
He laughs.
"Are you kidding me!"
"You are too heavy for me!"
He laughs again.
Turning to his son, he says: Look, that's a mzungu! "
The little one's eyes become even bigger and rounder.
"He's never seen a white man!"
"He sure thinks that this person must be seriously ill when he's so white!"
"It can be!"
Turning to his son, he says: "Shake hands with the whites."
We shake hands. That surprises me to a certain extent, because not all children dare, on the other hand, dad is there. The papa is happy.
"What are you doing here?" He asks me.
"I am vacationing."
"I've already seen you with a woman!"
"Maybe I live with a woman,"
"Are you married?"
"Not yet, but we're working on it. Right now we're building a house!"
"I see it's serious."
"I would like to think so!"
"What is your profession?"
"I'm a doctor," I tell him.
"I'm a teacher in college."
"That is definitely an exhausting job!"
He changes the subject.
"Are you married?" He asks all of a sudden.
"No."
"Were you married?"
"Yes."
"Do you have children?"
"Yes."
"A son?"
"A daughter!"
"What is your occupation?"
"She is a doctor!"
"I thought so!"
His eyes shine like two headlights.
"Do you mind if I communicate with her?"
I really don't like having such concerns. I just wonder what he has to discuss with my daughter. He doesn't know her and she doesn't know him! Strange.
"Give me your details, I will pass them on to my daughter."
He gives it to me and is very satisfied with our conversation.
I stopped an old man along the way
Hoping to find some old forgotten words or ancient melodies
He turned to me as if to say
"Hurry, boy, it's waiting there for you"
But my daughter is smarter than me, she didn't answer. The good teacher got in touch with me and asked why my daughter didn't get in touch. I didn't know, she had to ask. She said, what should I do with this teacher, what does he want from me? I didn't know that either. So I went to him and told him that my daughter didn't want any contact. He was a little surprised. I wanted to comfort him and told him that he could communicate with my ex-wife if he wanted. He was happy again.
My ex contacted me. She told me that the teacher wrote to her. That wasn't surprising. I was happy that I made a friend and that my ex can have a good chat with the teacher.
When I enter the stage it moves,
Talent rains here,
Of course the people listen to me
I'm pongolove
I'm with Buraka
open the border
I don't say garbage
I don't even say nonsense
On the microphone I'm the first
I will raise my flag.
The phone rings this morning. My ex is calling me. She is a little upset. I ask her what happened? She has to calm down first. Only a few minutes later she can tell me what happened. What I get to hear makes me astonished and angry at the same time.
I'll make it short. The teacher offered her that he would like to marry my ex. He will build her a house where she can then live.
That pulls the floor out from under my feet. I go up like a rocket The blood rushes out of my ears!
This is Kenya! Not Europe! This is a big insult to me and to my ex! In Europe this is an impossible course of action. I ask the divine what she thinks about it. I have to inform myself. She thinks that's completely normal in Kenya. I can't come to terms with that. My honor is hurt and I can't pass it on. I am very upset, it takes time to calm down.
I call my daughter, she is the only one who can advise me. I tell her what happened. I ask her if I shouldn't slap the teacher in the face. She says no let him that's a sucker As always, she's right.
Angola the world covets
But it's the people that bewitch you
Pong no beat whims
Because I'm rare welwitchia type
I'm really the very aggressive ngaxi lady
knock me down even with macumba
I'm creative
Copyright Karl Glanz
Femicide in Austria and Kenya
The most dangerous place for women is their own four walls. This is especially true for Austria. On average, almost three men murder women every month in this country. This makes Austria the only country in the EU in which more women than men are murdered every year. While the Austrian government saves the protection against violence, other countries are more active: The French police can take immediate measures against perpetrators, Germany has decided on a record women's budget and Spain has pushed back feminicide with so-called “urgent trials”. That writes the "press". That is bad! One could assume that there is no protection for women in Austria. In Vienna, there are currently 330 victims of violence for every supervisor. There is simply not enough time for all cases, "emphasizes Klaudia Frieben, Chairwoman of the Austrian Women's Association. You don't have to look far, you will soon find something. The guilty are in the government! The government saved the protection against violence to death. That is bad and means that women are not equal in our society. The situation is different in Kisii, Kenya. The violence may be the same as in Austria, the causes are fundamentally different. The STAR reports "Five men have been arrested and four of them arraigned on murder charges. At least 10 accomplices are being hunted, as well as possible suspects." You have to take a closer look at people's thoughts. They think and believe that witches hunt for dead meat in graves by calling the name of deceased while standing on grave. They do human sacrifices to increase their powers. They use hyenas ... Above all they are not untouchable, their work can be destroyed by power of God. For no power of witchcraft shall prosper if you believe in the name of God. And that is exactly the reason! Last time 5 women were killed, they were burned. The church is to blame for this; it does not oppose this superstition, because it is such a superstition. We have more churches and chapels than houses, more priests and monks than lay people. On every street corner you are offered fake relics and reports of false miracles. Religion consists of absurd outward appearances, fraternity has died out for sheer brotherhood. In every corner of the normal, dilapidated, ignorant, superstitious land hangs a dirty picture of the Madonna. We go to confession every month, but in our viciousness we perish all of our days until we die. No pagan is as barbaric and criminal as we Christians. The Church promotes ignorance so that the people do not know what is the cause of their suffering. And one thing must not be forgotten, this burning of women, that comes from the Inquisition! The Inquisition was very wealthy. Acquisitions were seldom made. The total number of those burned or severely punished by the Inquisition in Spain from its inception to the coronation of Carlos IV was 348,907. The difference between feminicides is very clear. In Austria they are crimes and are punished as such. In Kenya it is religious acts that are apparently approved. There are three different meanings generally implied by the word religion. First - This religion is a certain true revelation that God gave to man and from which the worship of man God proceeds. Second - This religion is a collection of superstitious statements from which an equally superstitious worship is derived. Such an interpretation is generally applied to religion by skeptics; by those who don't believe in the religion they define. Third - This religion is a compilation of sentences and rules invented by wise men and a necessity for the vulgar flock, both for their comfort and for their submission and restraint to their passions. Such an interpretation is applied to religion by those who are personally indifferent to it but regard it as a useful tool for guiding humanity. And it is precisely this third meaning that is troubling. Let's look at the pastors, they are all good looking. They are pastors to have a good and easy life. And they have that too. You preach! In the Gospel of Mattheus it is written that the birds do not sow, they do not reap and God feeds them after all. Hold on to that. They don't work, they preach and raise money. That's a good intake. There is a church every 100 m and they are all full. The preachers forget that Jesus also said, I don't come to bring peace, I come with the sword. That is also what Mattheus says.
On the bed or floor - Juu ya kitanda au sakafu
Afternoon, warm, in Kenya it's not hot, only the Kenyans think and feel it. The foreigners ofte sweat, but not from the heat, only with excitement and in Africa they sweat.
As I said,
it's warm, I don't sweat, but I still want to have a cold beer. So I
go to the bar. The street is more or less empty, it's Sunday and
everyone is in church. I'm glad because there isn't much going on in
the bar.
Jet! Jet! Jet!*
I can almost remember their funny faces
That time you told 'em that you were going to be marrying soon
And jet,
I thought the only lonely place was on the moon
Jet! Oo jet! Oo
And really, the bar is empty and there is no one by the swimming pool either. Everything seems to be extinct. The waitresses are standing around, bored, talking. They know me and they don't pay much attention to me, sometimes I feel as if I belong to them. The doors and windows are wide open. I look for an airy place. It is pleasant to be here, to sit in the shade and a fresh breeze blows around my ears. The waitresses look at me, I don't need to say anything, they bring me an ice cold beer. With a smile, she puts it on the table in front of me. I thank you, she nods and smiles at me, leaves.
Jet! What your father as bold as a sergeant major?
Well how come he told you that you were hardly old enough yet?
And jet,
I thought the major was a lady suffragette
Jet! Oo jet! Oo
As she goes away to join her colleagues, something occurs to me. A joke, but it has to be right.
I'm in a bar. Alone, of course. In front of the bar there is a lady who can be hired. I go up to her and ask her: "What does it cost?"
She looks at me, looks me up and down, she appraises me.
"For you 100 on the bed or 20 on the floor!"
"That is a good price!"
That's right, that's a good price.
I give her the 100. She takes it and sticks the bill in her cleavage.
"Good decision!" She says, "once in bed!"
I am a little bit surprised. "Why once on the bed? Five times on the floor!"
In many words, little clarity, a bit of joke and no truth. The joke wasn't a good one.
Ah, mater, want Jet to always love me?
Ah, mater, want Jet to always love me?
Ah, mater, much later
Now I have to laugh too. The waitresses look at me. What are you thinking now? The mzungu totally crazy! What the waitresses in all likelihood do not know is that they shouldn't laugh at human affairs, shouldn't cry, be outraged, but should understand. That's what Spinoza said and I agree.
A conversation that the learned Prince Piko di Mirandola had with the
Pope after the birth of Lucretia with Roderich. Alexander asked him:
"Little Piko, who do you think is my grandson's father?"
"Well, your son-in-law!", Namely Alfons, who is known for being impotent.
"How can you believe that?"
“Faith, Ew. Holiness consists of believing the impossible, ”and now he rummaged around
Prince made such a multitude of believed impossibilities that the Holy Father almost imagined himself
Burst out laughing.
“Yes, yes,” said the Pope, “I feel that I am only through faith, not mine
factories can be saved. "
“Ew. Holiness, "answered the prince," have the keys of the kingdom of heaven; but I - how would I feel there if I had slept with my daughter, had used the dagger and the cantarella (poison) so often! "
“Seriously, tell me,” continued the Pope, “how can God find pleasure in faith?
Don't we call the one who says he believes what he can't possibly believe a liar? "
“Great God!” Cried the prince, marking the cross, “I believe, Ew. Holiness are not a Christian! "
"Well, to be honest, it's not me either."
"I thought so!" Said the prince, and with that ended the strangest conversation that has probably ever taken place between a Pope and a layman.
Jet! With the wind in your hair of a thousand laces
Climb on the back and we'll go for a ride in the sky
And jet,
I thought that the major was a little lady suffragette
Jet! Oo jet! Oo
Another mzungu might have been annoyed, but I know these young ladies, not by name, but by sight. You are desperately trying to cut a good figure, which does not always work. I do misses, and after a few days they'll be gone again. It's a come and go. For many people, life has gotten tougher instead of better in recent years.
Financial bubbles, economic crises, unemployment, dying industrial regions, decaying housing gettos, jobs that one cannot live on, poverty in old age, insecurity ... - all of this overshadows our everyday life and scares us. Me too. Chances are our society is riddled with useless jobs that no one wants to talk about. Some waitresses may see their job this way. Even the fact that most people don't like their job and would appreciate an excuse not to go to work. I was always happy if I had an excuse, today I don't need one anymore, today I prefer to watch the young people as they toil. It is clear that the people here do not have a great chance of getting a decent job. I would like to point out that waiters a good job is, you have to make something of it, then nothing stands in the way of a career. On the other hand, people are being exploited and told, much is asked and little is given. The waitress earns little, can hardly live with it, the employer gets rich. He is pleased.
Jet! With the wind in your hair of a thousand laces
Climb on the back and we'll go for a ride in the sky
And jet,
I thought that the major was a little lady suffragette
Jet! Oo jet! Oo
Blonde - the blonde
In this bar, where there is almost always a cold beer as long as there is electricity that is not always available, thanks to Kenya Power. Sometimes Kenya Power issues a press release, most of the time it doesn't. I never know what's going on, didn't I pay for the electricity or did Kenya Power give me a present? The gifts from Kenya Power are rampant! If I want something from you, I won't get anything! They are not accessible there. Whoever has power is in charge.
I actually wanted to write about the blonde. Now let's do it.
The blonde was a waitress in the bar where I go to have a cold beer. There are a few waitresses there, but she kept the bar alive. She is - I hope - the incarnation of a waitress. She had her eyes everywhere, was always on her feet, always had the overview that a waitress should have. While the other waitresses make sure they are still doing it, she was busy.
It didn't take long before two men came. I also noticed that they were business people. Like me, you noticed the blonde. She won't have been naturally blonde, they were definitely colored. Fit her well. It was pretty to look at. I once asked her if I could take a picture of the two of us. She agreed. I sent the picture to my daughter. "Wow, are you okay!" Was her reply.
The two men then came a few days. Surely, like me, you watched everything, then they called the blonde, she sat down with the gentlemen. Two days later she was gone.
I just wonder why the manager let her go? Just shows that the manager doesn't really understand his job.
It goes on, of course, but not as well as it used to be.
This my African hands them gon love you, ye-eeh
My African lips them gon kiss you, oh-ooh
My African hips get down to you, oh-ooh
My African leg them go run to you
Somehow it seems to me like it was taken from the Bible. Well, we all know how religious the Kenyans are. At least the Kenyans believe that they are believers.
Let's leave that, it won't lead to anything!
What I wanted to tell is this. Moses led the Jews through the Sinai desert for seven years. At some point the Jews had enough, they asked Moses to ask God for help. He did that too. He knelt down, folded his hands as if in prayer, and looked up at the sky.
"Oh God!" He called to him, "give us our manna!"
It didn't take long before the answer came.
"Manna, manna ..." answers God.
And that's it. The Jews had to continue to starve in the desert.
Whether you come here to break dance
Abi you come here to shake hands
You come here to make plans
Ever we'll be richest motherland
Whether you come here to rock waist oh
Abi na to find food oooh, everyting dey oh
Ever we′ll be richest motherland
Dini ya Die - The religion
Since I was just talking about Moses, I think it will be time for a brief overview of the religions in Kenya. First of all, we also have many religions here, but Kenya is overtaking us there.
Religion is an important part of social life. Nothing works without religion. The majority of the population is of Christian faith. Islam plays an important role. In addition to several natural religions, there are also small communities with Hindus and Singhs in Kenya. There are certainly other religions as well. I know one thing myself, there is a church every 100 meters! That is really a lot. This is not the case with us. Here it depends on the size of the congregation. The difference should also be that in Kenya the church is a business with which one can earn money. Here in Austria the pastor is employed by the church, he gets his income from there. Another difference is that when the president gives a speech, he doesn't end up praying that the president in Kenya will always do. In a nutshell, in Kenya nothing works without religion. Religion is predominant. Sometimes I think that the church makes the politics, it is the shadow over the politicians. As long as politics does what the church wants, everything is okay. Perhaps that is why, after a speech, the President offers, hoping he has not upset the Church.
Ushike ngao na kinga usimame, unisaidie (Take up your shield and armor, arise and come to my aid)
Vuta we mkuki uwapige, wanaonifuatia (Brandish your spear against those who pursue me)
Uambie nafsi yangu mimi ni wokovu wako (Say to me “I am your salvation”)
Uwatoe mkuki uwapige, oh wanao nifuatia (Brandish your javelin, against those who pursue me)
Uambie nafsi yangu “mimi ni wokovu wako” (Say to me “I am your salvation”))
Wananiuliza mambo nisiyoyajua (They question me on things I know nothing about)
Let us now briefly look at the Bible. While the Torah was given by God to Moses on Sinai after its self-testimony and some of its texts were also written down by Moses himself. But that is exactly what is historically different. Only since the 9th or 8th century BC. A written culture developed in Israel from a previous culture of oral tradition, and it was not until the Hellenistic and Roman times that parts of the population had the opportunity to read texts privately. Some of the early Jewish literature was included in the Jewish Bible canon. That is exactly where Christianity came into being and from the beginning it referred to the scriptures of Israel.
The church is not as peaceful as it is.
"Slavery itself, regarded as such in its essence, in no way contradicts natural and divine law, and there may be several just titles of slavery referred to by eminent theologians and commentators on the holy cannon not against that natural and divine law that a slave may be sold, bought, bartered or given ”.- Pope Pius IX
This statement by Pope Pius IX is clearly against human rights. I can only go along with itMikhail Bakunin answers: What do we mean by respect for humanity? We mean the recognition of human rights and human dignity in every person, regardless of race or color ... ",
The life of most African peoples is determined by faith, tribe members predominantly assume that their lives are predetermined by gods and fate and that they only have a limited influence on it. Sacrifices and traditions rejected in the western world such as the circumcision of girls are part of the African standard.
The enslavement and sale of people were 'justified' on the grounds that the slaves came from an abnormal and savage people who were not fit for freedom. This type of reasoning was especially necessary when radical ideas of equality emerged in the English, American, and later French revolutions.
The transatlantic slave trade was introduced by the coming of the Europeans, who came with the Bible in the same way that Arab aggressors and traders from the Middle East and North Africa introduced Islam through the trans-Saharan slave trade. In fact, the church was the backbone of the slave trade. In other words, most of the slave traders and slave ship captains were very good Christians. Sir John Hawkins, was the first slave ship captain to bring African slaves to America, a religious man who insisted that his crew 'serve God daily' and 'love one another'. His ship, ironically called 'The Good Ship Jesus', left the coast of his native England for Africa in October 1562. Some historians argue that the Atlantic slave trade may never have happened if the churches had used their power. The slave trade could have been prevented, but the Church had no interest in it.
In today's Ethiopia and Eritrea, Christianity was raised to the status of the state religion under King Ezana in what was then Aksum. Through the trade bases of the Europeans and the colonization of the continent, Christianity came to the rest of Africa from the fifteenth century. The mission churches and the independent African churches played the dominant role.
My country is the world. My religion is to do good, ”said Tom Pain.
Political science research has produced a number of plausible explanations for the conflict-aggravating effect of religions. The religions look to another world, to inner, spiritual transformations of individuals in order to alleviate suffering. But radicals believe that the solution to suffering lies in these worldly practical activities of people to change the actual social system (or other material methods of ending suffering, such as scientific medicine for curing diseases). This is fundamentally a different orientation than the religious approach. However, there was also a minority tradition of religious rebellion. It has used the slogans 'No master but God' and 'Resisting tyranny is obedience to God'. During the bourgeois democratic revolutions that formed the basis of industrial capitalism, several revolutionary movements expressed themselves in religious terms. Some, like the Anabaptists in Central Europe or the Levellers in Great Britain, have overshadowed modern socialism. Although religious differences alone are not a sufficient cause for the flare-up of conflicts and violence, the demographic distribution of religious affiliations - for example the polarization between two religiously defined groups or the dominance of one group - is a prerequisite for a possible politicization of religion (Montalvo / Reynal-Querol 2005). Such demographic structures become particularly virulent when they are linked to ethnic identities (Basedau et al. 2011),
Religion can be loosely defined as a belief in a supernatural force or in forces that control human destiny. It can also refer to the institutionalization of such beliefs and their practices. A materialistic point of view is that religion is not a matter of ignorance, but a reaction of people to their material existence, their real activity. This included the reality that there was great suffering and great injustice in most people's lives. For most of human existence, however, given the low level of production, it was objectively impossible to end class society. Nevertheless, there was a desire for freedom, cooperation and an end to exploitation. Such human values were expressed in the only way as it can only be expressed through religion In addition to expressing the acceptance of oppression, religion also expresses people's hope for an end to oppression, for a world of peace and abundance, freedom and mutual help. Religion has preserved such ideals for the time when they could become a reality in practice - and yet they are often expressed in religious terms. There are thousands of religions and denominations in this world. The most dominant in Ghana. However, in Africa, Islam and Christianity, both of which account for more than 90% of religious followers, are most important, while the rest, including traditional beliefs, have less than 10% of followers.
Religious affiliation is one of the most important distinguishing features in the construction of collective identities. Groups use their religion to describe themselves, but also to distinguish them from other groups. The 'right' belief becomes a condition of belonging to the group. Deviants are excluded. When Karl Marx referred to religion as the 'opiate' of the people, he is usually misinterpreted as saying that religion is addicting. In his day, however, opium was widely used as a pain reliever, and he said religion served to ease the pain of people's suffering under capitalism - but that it was now possible to end the suffering caused by social conditions. Outwardly, the religious difference becomes a central explanation for the otherness of the 'enemy'. Such 'in-group / out-group' mechanisms are constitutive for the conflict, because they first produce the collectives, which are then hostile to each other. However, it always takes the deliberate action of social, political and intellectual leaders to produce the conflict-aggravating effect of religion.
The Christian religion appeared to the despised and miserable as a plank of rescue, consolation and relief, and from the first moment it became the religion of the Roman proletarians.
Up to now religion and the political powers have substituted their rules and laws for the will and reason of the individual. The priest says to every person: "Believe this", the prince: "Do this" Things could go on in this way as long as the spirits were still children and had to rely on such a discipline in order to go on in life. But at this hour we feel strong, so we are too.
Religion consists of absurd outward appearances, fraternity has died out for sheer brotherhood. In every corner of the normal, dilapidated, ignorant, superstitious land hangs a dirty picture of the Madonna. We go to confession every month, but in our viciousness we perish all of our days until we die. No pagan is as barbaric and criminal as we Christians. It can be said like this.
“Evil cannot be done with the whole soul; good can only be done with the whole soul, "said Martin Buber.
What can't you do?
What won't you do?
Nothing impossible, nothing impossible
What can't you do?
What won't you do?
Nothing impossible with our God
Now is the time to study the Bible itself. Not everything is clear, not everything is right in the Bible. The original languages of the books are Hebrew, Aramaic, and Ancient Greek.
Since all translations are only approximations of the original text, every translation is subject to errors. Even beyond these translation and interpretation differences, however, the Bible is inconsistent and teeming with errors. There are arithmetic errors. For example: around a round cylinder ten cubits in diameter you can never stretch a thirty cubit cord. It would result in 2rπ = 30; with r = 5, π would then = 3. But it is known to be 3.14 ....
Jesus was born in the time of King Herod (Mt 2,1): this does not fit with the dates of Herod's life in 73 BC. BC - 4 BC Together. If one now assumes that the calendar got mixed up in this regard at some point, another problem arises: the census of the Quirinus was 6 AD. carried out. So if one accepts the birth of Jesus at Herod's lifetime (up to 4 BC) there is a gap in the census (6 AD).
At Leviticus 11: 13-18 the bat is referred to as a bird. The bat is not a bird, but a mammal. In Matthew 13: 31-32 the mustard seed is referred to as "the smallest of all seeds" and in Mark 4:31 it is referred to as "the smallest of all seeds on the earth." In fact, the mustard seed is clearly not "the smallest of all seeds" because there are known to be smaller seeds, like those of orchids.
How to turn it around: the evangelists report wrong things. It follows that the Gospels are rather unreliable.
Let me now turn to ethics. Elizabeth Anderson, Professor of Philosophy and Women's Studies at the University of Michigan, Ann Arbor, notes that "the Bible contains both good and bad teachings" and it is "morally inconsistent." Anderson criticizes commands God gave to people in the Old Testament, such as: Kill adulterers, homosexuals, and "people who work on the Sabbath." ); perform ethnic cleansing (Exodus 34: 11-14; Leviticus 26: 7-9); Commit genocide (Numbers 21: 2–3, Numbers 21: 33–35, Deuteronomy 2: 26–35, and Joshua 1–12); and other mass murders. Anderson believes the Bible teaches about slavery, the beating of slaves, the rape of female prisoners in wartime, polygamy (for men), allows the killing of prisoners and child sacrifices. Anderson criticizes what she calls morally repugnant lessons from the New Testament. She claims, "Jesus tells us that it is his mission to make family members hate one another so that they love him more than their relatives" (Mt 10: 35-37). Hate wives and children (Luke 14:26) ”and that Peter and Paul exalt men above their wives,“ who obey their husbands as gods ”(1 Corinthians 11: 3, 14: 34–35; Eph. 5:22 –24, Col. 3:18, 1 Tim. 2: 11–12, 1 Pet. 3: 1).
Simon Blackburn notes that "the Bible can be read to give us carte blanche to be tough on children, the mentally handicapped, animals, the environment, divorced, unbelievers, people with different sexual habits, and older women."
Blackburn provides examples of Old Testament moral criticism, such as the phrase in Exodus 22:18 ("You shall not allow a witch to live."), Which he says "has helped tens or hundreds of thousands of women in." Burning Europe alive ”. and America ".
God apparently "has no problem with a slave-owning society" which regards birth control as a death penalty and "is keen on child abuse".
And now let's take a look at history. How far can and can one trust the Bible? Gospel critics such as Richard Dawkins and Thomas Henry Huxley note that they were written long after Jesus' death and that we have no real knowledge of the date the Gospels were composed. Annie Besant and Thomas Paine note that the authors of the gospels are unknown.
For example, many versions of the Bible specifically state that the most reliable early manuscripts and other ancient witnesses did not include Mark 16: 9–20, that is, the Gospel of Mark originally ended at Mark 16: 8 and additional verses were added a few hundred years later. This is known as the "Markan Appendix".
Frequent criticisms of the Bible are the creation story of Genesis, the flood myth of Genesis and the Tower of Babel. According to Young Earth Creationism, Flat Earth Theory, and Geocentrism, all of which have a literal view of the Book of Genesis, the universe and all forms of life on earth were created directly by God about 6,000 years ago, a global flood killed almost all life on earth, and the multitude of languages comes from God who confused his people who were just about to build a great tower. However, both the natural and social sciences contradict these claims. Biology, chemistry, physics, astronomy and geology have provided ample evidence that life was created through chemical processes over 4 billion years ago. Countless fossils present throughout the fossil record as well as research in molecular biology, genetics, anatomy, physiology, zoology and other life sciences show all living organisms evolved over billions of years and share common ancestry. Archaeological excavations have expanded human history.
The argument that the literal history of Genesis can be considered a science breaks down for three main reasons: The creationists' need to work miracles in order to compress the events of earth's history into the biblical span of a few thousand years; their refusal to make claims has been clearly refuted, including claims that all fossils were products of Noah's Flood; and their reliance on biases, false quotations, half quotations, and quotations from context to characterize their opponents' ideas.
- Bully for Brontosaurus by Stephen Jay Gould
Archeology certainly doesn't prove a literal reading of the Bible ... it questions it, and that bothers some people. Most people really think archeology is out there to prove the Bible. No archaeologist believes that. ... Since the dawn of what we call Biblical archeology, perhaps 150 years ago, scholars, mostly Western scholars, have tried to use archaeological data to prove the Bible. And for a long time you thought it would work. William Albright, the great father of our discipline, often spoke of the "archaeological revolution". Well, the revolution has come, but not in the way Albright thought. The truth of the matter today is
...
Archeology as practiced today must be able to question and also to confirm the biblical stories. Some of the things described there actually happened and some didn't. The biblical narratives about Abraham, Moses, Joshua and Solomon probably reflect some historical memories of people and places, but the 'bigger than life' portraits of the Bible are unrealistic and reflected by the archaeological evidence ....
I don't read the Bible as a scripture ... I'm actually not even a theist. My view all along - and especially in the more recent books - has been, first, that the biblical narratives are indeed "stories", often fictional and almost always propagandistic, but that they contain some valid historical information here and there ...
Archaeologist, William G.Dever
Now let's let it be good. Personally, I cannot understand Africans. First I wonder why Africans are so devout? The Bible was made by whites for whites. There is not a word about black people, but there is a lot about slaves, human trafficking. The Bible was used to justify the slave trade.
Today we know more, we have made progress in science. Why this knowledge is not adopted by the church, religion, is a mystery to me. But there is an explanation for this: the Church hates progress! The more stupid people are, the easier it is to manipulate them. In the King James Bible, touted as the 'best' Bible in Kenya, it says that God created all life. That has been refuted for a long time. No book has shaped the English-speaking world as strongly as the "King James Bible". She gave her words, showed her mercy - and taught her to be afraid.
The King James Bible has always been a double-edged sword. It arose out of royal authority and it was used to instill fear in the weaker. Even so, she brought beauty, warmth, and kindness into the lives of rich and poor alike. Her roots were ambivalent - she was for Puritans and Bishops, for the great and the poor; it was simple and majestic, it brought the word of God to people; but it also strengthened the authorities. This ambivalence is their true legacy.
King James loved the Geneva Bible for its erudition, but hated its anti-royalist tone.
Religious ideas are not precipitates of experience or final results of thought, but illusions, the fulfillment of the oldest, most urgent desires of mankind; the secret of their strength is the strength of these desires.
According to Freud, religion arises from several sources: an infantile father's longing, the need to be protected from the dangers of life and the desire for justice in an unjust society and for the prolongation of earthly finite existence.
Leo Tolstoy wrotes:
There are three different meanings generally implied by the word religion. First - This religion is a certain true revelation that God has given to man and from which arises the worship of man God. Such an interpretation is applied to religion in one of its existing forms by all believers, who consequently regard its particular form as the only true one. Second - This religion is a collection of superstitious statements from which an equally superstitious worship is derived. Such an interpretation is generally applied to religion by skeptics; from those who don't believe in the religion they define. Third - This religion is a compilation of sentences and rules invented by wise men, and a necessity for the common flock, both for their comfort and for their submission and restraint to their passions. Such an interpretation is applied to religion by those who are personally indifferent to it but regard it as a useful tool for guiding humanity.
Religion cannot be forced and cannot be accepted for the sake of anything, force, fraud, or profit. Therefore what is so accepted is not religion but a fraud. And this religious fraud is a long-established condition of man's life.
That should be the final word. There are just too many criticisms of the Bible, of religion.
I did the work, did research. There is much more to criticism of the Bible. And it's just the Bible! Criticism of religion itself is completely absent here.
Ekele kele, aah nzambe wa moyo, Ekele kele, aah zambe wa moyo (Lingala / Tshiluba)
(Shout / celebrate Oh God of Love, Shout / celebrate Oh God of love)
Shuka chini chini tena, x2 (in Swahili)
(Get down, get down some more)
Shuka chini, chini tena x?
(Get down, get down some more)
Louez louez louez (louez), louez Jesu louez (louez) x2 (in French)
(Praise praise praise, praise Jesus praise)
Bibliography
African gospel lyrics Teta-Nao
Capable God Lyrics by Judikay in African
Errors in the Bible, gavagai
Errors in the Bible, athpedia
Criticism of the Bible, gaz. Wiki
Sigmund Freud and religion
King James Bible - a 400 year old fear maker, science
The rain - mvua
It's muggy. The sky is blue, no clouds can be seen. I stand in front of the house, look at the sky. I know, I can feel it, it's like I'm carrying a weight on my shoulders. It weighs heavily and it makes me think.
"There will be a thunderstorm," I say to myself.
I go for a walk like I do every day. Today it is difficult to walk, not because the path is difficult, but because the sultriness rests on my mind and shoulders. I walk slowly, more slowly than usual. Few people on the way, hardly a farmer in the field, apparently everyone is waiting for the thunderstorm.
As always, my path leads me to the river. Today I need longer than usual. At the river I look around again. Small clouds are gathering. In the distance, black clouds are piling up. Time to go home I get on my socks. I still felt I had enough time to find the safe place to reach the house. With a long step, I try to get home before the thunderstorm.
Anywhere you go London, USA
Nowhere be like Africa, nowhere be like home
Anywhere you go New York, Chicago
Nowhere be like Africa nowhere be like home
In the middle of the way the thunderstorm catches up with me. I didn't make it! The rain is pounding on me, after a short time I am soaked. I'm desperately looking for a shelter. To the right of the path is a house with a large roof that offers protection. Young people, still children, fled here with two goats. Everyone looks at me with big eyes, including the goats! As friendly as I am, I ask: "May I shelter here?"
They don't speak, they just nod.
I will join them. They talk quietly, sometimes I get a furtive look. I ignore that.
The rain pounds on the roof, it makes a terrible noise when the raindrops fall on the tin roof. Hardly anything can be heard, only this knocking. The goats get curious, they come closer, sniff my legs as if they were delicious green grass. It doesn't take long for the children to come too. A little conversation starts, nothing special, like, what's your name, where are you from ...? That's all.
The rain is getting stronger. The visibility is barely 10 meters. After a short time, a flash flood comes out from behind the house, washing earth on the way. Deep furrows are washed in the way. After a short time, the path is no longer passable. It's getting worse and worse. The rain is getting more. The light is getting darker and darker. The drumming of the water drops gets stronger and stronger. The path becomes a river. The water comes from everywhere. From above, from the right, from the mountainside, it cannot be stopped.
Lanhdam I'm worried. The young people stay calm, at least that's my impression.
The rain is still going on. It's over after an hour. To be able to go further, I walk bare-footed, I carry the shoes in my hand. The water reaches up to the ankle. It is an arduous way home.
Biko weruya wayo, eh, eh, eh
Wayaka eh, eh, eh
Caribou kiti eh, eh, eh
Utapewa nini eh, eh, eh (aiyayaya)
Rain happens often. I had to learn that. We humans learn for a lifetime, whoever stops learning is dead. That's how I had to learn.
Have a nice day, I would be surprised by the rain again. This time I was lucky, there was a small bar on the side of the road, barely visible, only the locals know it. I take refuge in it. As always, great amazement, what does a rich mzungu do in this bar? Well, let's leave that, I've already written about it.
I don't speak Swahili, that's really not a good thing. A man comes up to me and says something, of course I don't understand a single word. Never mind With my hands I show him to give me a piece of paper and a pencil. He understands. It takes time, because finding a paper and a pencil is not that easy. Finally, I get what I want. I draw a glass, I show it to him, he nods, goes away, comes back with a glass of schnapps, puts it in front of me. I thank him and drink. I sit for a while longer, then I get hungry. I take the sheet of paper and draw a plate. I call the man, show him my wonderful drawing, he nods and a short time later I get Ugali with some green. Whatever that green is, it doesn't taste bad.
It has been a few days. I have to take refuge in this bar again. The man is not there, but a young woman. Before I can show anything, like with the man, the young woman comes to me, has a piece of paper in her hand. She holds it in front of my nose. I look at him. A bed is drawn on this sheet of paper. She looks at me expectantly. I am a little amazed. I ask her: "How do you know that I am tired?"
She didn't understand.
That's how it is when it rains in Kenya.
This my African heart will dey love you
This my African arms they will squeeze you yeah
My African ears will listen to you
My Kenyan legs will run to you yeahh
Na kama umekuja ku-break dance,
Umekuja ku-get down,
Umekuja ku-take chance
Hakuna matata eeh
Mazungumzo ambapo Mungu ametajwa - A Conversation where God is mentioned
I don't have the entire conversation, but I think this part is the most important. Surely this conversation started quite harmlessly. Tabby, as it is called, has introduced itself. And greed also begins the dialogue. Elizabeth is my ex-wife. Tabby is the younger sister of the monster. Anyone who has read my previous book also knows who the monster is.
What is important about this dialogue is the fact that God is completely misunderstood in Kenya. God in Kenya is synonymous with Kenyan Shillings!
It's an African world
Yemi Alade
Soldier come, soldier go
Your home na your home
Irreplaceable
Tabby: 2o: yaaas, it's good to hear From you, I have 3 brothers and 2 sisters ... we are six,
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Tabby O Elizabeth: Okay, we are more than your family
Elizabeth: Iam the youngest of all and all married
Tabby O: yaeeh, you are many Ely
Tabby O: you are the youngest ??? me am also the youngest
Elizabeth: Yes we are.
Elizabeth: Too young! And not yet married.
Elizabeth: You have to finish first your college career.
Tabby O: yaaas ... I'm still schooling and focusing on studies first
Tabby O: yaaas, that's a must
Tabby O: sure ...
Tabby O: yaas they are all married
Elizabeth: Except you ...
Elizabeth: You have still time.
Tabby O: yaaas I do, trusting God for the best
Elizabeth: Amen.
Elizabeth: Have a nice evening
Tabby O: also, help me pray for school fees breakthrough please
Elizabeth: Yes I will pray for you ..
Tabby O: Amen
Elizabeth: Yeah he is always helping us.
Elizabeth: He never leave us and forsake us.
Elizabeth: Good night 😴😘
Tabby O: T hanks ... have a nice time
Elizabeth: Thanks same to you too ...
Tabby O: hi Elly
Elizabeth: Hi tabby!
Elizabeth: How are you?
Elizabeth: Nice to hear from you!
Tabby O: I have not so good news but am just Happy to be attending a TV interview to discuss matters girlchild tomorrow
Elizabeth: Yeah, that is a good news ...
Tabby O: Amen
Elizabeth: Yes Amen, to that ..
Tabby O: Broadcast Journalism Ely, I wanna be a news anchor
Elizabeth: Am happy to hear that and God bless for tomorrow ...
Tabby O: Amen Elly, is it okay if I call you mum coz you are like a mom figure to me
Elizabeth: Wow! that is really good new news am happy for you.
Elizabeth: Of course, am happy.
Elizabeth: Why not.
Tabby O: T hanks, would you please support my studies Elly, right now, I have a lot going on and I need like 1000 kenya shillings to finish my fees before next week Ely, I'm really stressed up,
Tabby O: alright, I have you as my Second mum🠒" 🠒"
Tabby O: oooh ... Yeaah ... any contribution is significant but I believe God will make a way
Elizabeth: Yes, he will
Tabby O: Amen
Elizabeth: What about your sisters and brothers your parents could not give, you or help you at this moment?
Tabby O: my mom and dad were unwell and they spent soo much in their treatment and also 3 of us are still furthering their studies .. they however, paid 90000 kenyan shillings for my fee yeatsterday only 10000 is less
Elizabeth: Ok am really sorry for this moment.but don't worry God will provide your needs
Tabby O: Amen
Elizabeth: How about a relatives of you close your place.ti help you
Tabby O: Noo, they can't, let me just leave it to God, He will make away
Elizabeth: I think you have a relative who had a work.
Elizabeth: Sure he will let us pray together for your needs.
Tabby O: I have not a relative to rely on at this moment, if I had I would have not shared with you this mum
Elizabeth: Yeah, I understand it.
Tabby O: Thanks for listening and God bless you
Elizabeth: Thanks too 😘.am very sorry I wish but tommorow is to late.have a nice evening, Tabby God is with you.
Elizabeth: Good night
Elizabeth: Sleep well.
Tabby O: A men,
Tabby O: Thank you ....
Elizabeth: 😘
Tabby O: deadline is next week Wednesday Elly, not Tomorrow
Tabby O: .🠥 ° thanks mum
Tabby O: 🠙 🠾🠙 🠾
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If the world would be made of gold, the people will die for handful mud.
Weruya wayo, eh, eh, eh
Wayaka eh, eh, eh
Karibu kiti eh, eh, eh
Utapewa nini eh, eh, eh (le, le)
Africa, Africa i yeah, yeah eh, eh
Sweet like palmwine ooh eeh
Eh eh eh
The time - Muda
Time flies. Every day we get older, that's the time. It is the dimension that arranges events from the past into the future. So our life. As long as we do not exist there is no time, only when we are alive does time pass. We feel it in our bones. It's hard, but that's the way it is.
Time describes the sequence of events, so it has a clear, irreversible direction. Time describes the progress of the present coming from the past and leading to the future.
"One, two, three, time goes by as fast as the pace ... Life is blazing, or whatever their name is, fanned by the bellows commerce and pleasure, the city crashes wave after wave through the wide bed of the street, there is always a storm, here no one can stand still (not even the time, one understands) ...., "wrote Alfred Polgar.
We are carried away by capitalism, carried away, it takes us on this insane journey that leads nowhere, at best we run in circles like a cat chasing its tail. Commerce shapes our existence. Who doesn't buy is nothing! Many of us lament this condition. It's the zeitgeist.
"Everyone complains about the zeitgeist, and everyone is this zeitgeist," says Peter Handke.
To say it again, this time clearly and unequivocally: we are part of this zeitgeist, which many do not want, others find it all right, because they live with it well, but others have to suffer. If we want to change anything, those who suffer, who will benefit, have to do it.
In tribal dwelling I lie in cool shade
From heaven opened falling the sweet rain
From danger hiding between her sharp claws
A shadow is moving bow to the voodoo law
The saying: "The good old days!" Is not entirely correct, because time is neither good, nor old, nor young, nor bad, nor good, nor bad. Time does not exist! We are the time. We come and we go. It is us who are young, old, good, bad, it is not the time, because it does not exist. We blame time for our discomfort, which is difficult to do because time has no shoes.
We don't feel comfortable in our time, hence "the good old days".
If the world were gold, people would die for a handful of filth. That last sentence says a lot. Today's zeitgeist, nothing is sacred anymore, what counts is money.
Social policy should ensure that the differences do not become too great and endanger social cohesion. After all, according to the precepts of humanism, everyone, including those who create little or nothing, has the right to basic services. However, this also defines the limits of state redistribution: It must not correct the market distribution so much that it demotivates personal initiative and willingness to perform and thus causes the decisive engine of economic development to stutter.
"There is nothing more difficult, nothing more insecure and nothing what
is more dangerous to carry out than the introduction of a new order.
Because the one who wants to introduce this new order has all of them
to the opponent who benefit from the old order, and he gets
only half-hearted support from those who will benefit from the future
would benefit from the new order. That comes in part from ... that
People don't really believe in new things that they haven't figured out
know personal experience. "
(Niccolò Machiavelli, The Prince)
Even in the richer countries, capitalism is no longer as innovative as it is now, and there and where it is, innovation serves less and less to promote the common good.
God created the world as it was, and so it was a good thing. It is doubtful, however, that God created the world, and in no way could it be said that it was good.
It's true: it is pleasure that makes us happy, not possession. (Michel de Montangue).
So when we say that happiness is our goal in life, we do not mean the joys of the feasts, who are simply concerned with enjoyment. This is what the ignorant mean or people who do not understand our teaching or who maliciously misunderstand it. For us, happiness means: no pain in the physical area and no restlessness in the emotional area. Because not an endless series of drinking bouts and feasts, not enjoying beautiful boys and women, also not enjoying delicious fish and what else a richly seated table can offer, create a happy life, rather clear thinking, all desire and everything Avoid gets to the bottom and dispels the madness that shakes souls like a hurricane.
When you fall, get up, oh oh
And if you fall, get up, eh eh
Tsamina mina zangalewa
'Cause this is Africa
Tsamina mina, eh eh
Waka waka, eh eh
Tsamina mina zangalewa
This time for Africa
The flight - Ndege
Airport. I've been used to few people, almost empty, since Corona, but it was already worse. Some normality has returned, which is not a bad thing.
The lady at the check-in is friendly.
"Hello!" She greets me.
I greet her too, hand her my passport. She pulls him through this device.
"Are you going to Kenya?"
"Yes," I reply, a little surprised, because I think that's on my ticket.
"Then I now need your PCR test, visa and the Qr code."
I'm looking in my backpack. I finally found the documents. I hand it to her. She looks at the documents.
"Well, you have it all."
I am glad, I am amazed that she did not ask for the vaccination certificate.
"Do you have luggage?"
"No"
"Hand luggage?" Then she wonders. "To Kenya without luggage! Do you have hand luggage?"
"Yes, I have."
"May I see it? Today the plane is full, the airline won't let everything through!"
I show her my little bag. I'd better forget the backpack. Everything can, but nothing has to be.
The lady is extremely satisfied. "Oh, that's okay!"
She gives me the boarding pass. As she parted, she said: "Have a good flight!"
So that would be done! That gives a good feeling. The next hurdle is coming: the security check! Not even without it! The hand luggage has to go through the scanner! My bag is full of medication. That can still be dangerous! I also have to take off my cap, I have to go through the scanner too! I go through the scanner, it sounds the alarm! It's nothing new to me, I'm half made of iron! It rings almost everywhere. The two officers widen their eyes. I raise my arms, ready to check. The officer knocks me off like a piece of beef. I just wonder why the pretty little civil servant can't pat me, would be a friendly gesture. The officer finds nothing, of course, I would have been surprised too.
Now I'm through, it was like a hurdle run.
Maybe I'm just all in yo business
and worried bout the wrong damn thangs
cause
I have to say one thing here, Covid-19 apparently affects not only the respiratory system, but also the brain. Why did I come up with it? Let me tell you. Vienna Airport. There are benches, labeled as it should be, one person can sit, two places must be free. Because of Covid-19! Fits. An announcement comes over the loudspeaker all the time: "Wear your Ffp2 mask."
We get on the plane. It is full. No mouse would have a place there! What should it! Social distance? Not a trace. Boarding creates problems. The stewardesses have a lot to do.
We're leaving, we're taking off. After about 1 hour a stewardess comes to me and brings me my dinner. Otherwise nobody gets anything to eat, it's too early. My neighbor is big eyes. I am happy! I open the still hot food with relish. A wonderful scent rises in my nose. Fish! As always! My neighbor sniffs too. He's got an appetite! I look at him and say with relish: "What can I do, I'm marvelous!" He shakes his head. I enjoy it.
When eating we all have to remove the mask, that is also quite right, because how should you eat there?
After me, the rest of the passengers get something to eat. Everyone takes off their mask, everyone eats.
The rules are strange. I can't see through that, I don't have the brains for that. I also have to say one more thing, there is no entry into the aircraft without a negative PCR test.
Everyone makes their own rules. There are some who make themselves important! In the Corona time it's easy, you make rules, then everyone believes that he or she can do something.
You know, you and I
Should get together
Real, real, soon
I want to take you somewhere
Arrival in Addis Ababa. A long line in front of the security check. It's surprisingly quick. It's even worse here than in Vienna. Here I have to take off my belt, take off my shoes. Otherwise everything is as usual. Why such a procedure is carried out on arrival is strange, because there is a risk of a terrorist attack only on departure. I need some people who carry different fabrics and materials with them. A bomb can then be built at your leisure in the airport. So all pointless!
It's like in Vienna, the scanner sounds the alarm. I raise my arms, I think I'll be knocked again, but, to my surprise, the officer shows me to go back. I'll do that. When I go through the scanner again, I'm amazed, the scanner no longer gives an alarm. Now I'm through. With shoes in hand, I run to an armchair to make myself beautiful and handsome again.
Moyo wangu, usilie tena (My heart, do not cry no more)
Moyo wangu, usibabaike (My heart, do not worry)
Unaye Mungu, mkuu sana (For you have a Mighty God)
Unaye Mungu, muweza wa yote (You have an Omnipotent God)
Arrival in Kenya. Sunshine. What else? All tourists expect this! Everyone tries to get off the plane at the same time. Everyone pushing, shoving, cursing. After twenty minutes the time has come, the door opens and the first people storm out. I feel like I'm on an invasion.
A long bus ride around the airport. It's built round, not a bad idea. The passengers have to get off somewhere. That's the strange thing, the whole way the bus has covered, the passengers have to give back. I see the plane and I ask myself: what's the point?
A long line awaits me. There are actually 3 rows. There is then a third row, that of the transit passengers. Wait. Patience. Don't lose your nerve! Wait. It goes on slowly. It's health control. The PCR test must be shown here. The body temperature is measured. The officer says something I don't understand.
"What?" I ask him a little annoyed.
"Look there, the picture there!"
I look in the direction and see the picture of a qr code.
"Ah !," I exclaim, relieved, "Qr code!"
I'll show him the QR code. I can pass.
Next stop. The Qr code is scanned. That happens relatively quickly.
Next stop, immigration. Lots of switches. I'm trying to read which switches I have to queue for. A lady is coming. "You have to line up here if you need a visa."
At this counter in particular, there is no notification of what it is responsible for. Long waiting. Nerves glow. I feel like an unlocked bomb. But the officer is friendly. I get my visa.
Finally finished. Finally through! I'm rushing out, just out of the airport. I don't have any luggage, that's a good thing.
Fresh air! Take a deep breath. Shut your nerves.
"Do you need a taxi!"
"Can I help you?"
"Cheap transportation!"
"Where do you have to go?"
All these questions come crashing down on me.
In Kenya there is one word that is important: habana, it means: no.
I apply that now. It always helped, and it helps this time too.
It won't take a long time
To get to know you better
I got all night
We can go upstairs and fuck a lil 'while
Christmas - Krismasi
It's that time again, Christmas is just around the corner. Christmas is usually celebrated with family or friends and with mutual gifts. It's a bit crazy, but people want it that way and they love it. In Europe a so-called Christmas tree is bought, a conifer, because in Europe it is winter and the leaves fall off the trees, only the conifer keeps its needles. They are nice and green. There is no other choice than a conifer. The tree is beautifully decorated, provided with candles, gifts are placed under the tree. It should be a contemplative festival.
In Christianity, the conifer symbolized the expulsion of Adam and Eve from paradise. Evergreen plants represent life force, and people in ancient times believed that they could bring health into their homes by decorating their homes with greenery. The use of jewelry through evergreen trees, wreaths and garlands as symbols of eternal life was common among the ancient Egyptians, Chinese and Hebrews, so it has nothing to do with Christianity itself.
In the Middle Eastern cult of Mithras, the birth of the Indian god of light was celebrated on this day. With the ancient Egyptians, however, the birth of Horus was placed on this day with the cult of Isis. And finally, the Germanic tribes in northern Germany up to Scandinavia celebrated their mid-winter festival or Yule festival, which was also a festival of the dead and fertility, on this very day.
Baba nichukue, nifunze, nataka kusoma
Kwa shule yako, kwa shule yako
Nichukue, nifunze, nataka kusoma,
Kwa shuke yako, kwa shule yako.
Father, take me, teach me, I want to read For your school, for your school
Take me, teach me, I want to read
For your Shu, for your school.
Today this Christmas is degenerating into a commerce. Trade is flourishing, sales are being made, which ensure the continued existence of various businesses and also secure jobs. It's an insane business. We buy, give, are restricted, get what we don't need and don't want. The "contemplative" festival has become a test of nerves.
Nikiwa nawe kama mwalimu,
Ninajua nitahitimu,
Nitashinda adui akileta majaribu
Unitayarishe, unibadilishe,
Mtihani nipite, mwito nilipize,
With you as a teacher, I know I will graduate, I will defeat the enemy if it brings temptation, prepare me, change me, test me, call me to pay
Here in Kenya I am asked again and again: "What are you giving me?", "What are you giving me?"
An acquaintance of mine, I meet him on the way, apparently he comes from the field. I know it's not an easy life here, especially not as a farmer. Hard work and little income. I don't know his name, he didn't tell me, but that doesn't matter. He sees me and he storms towards me.
"Do you have a present for me?" He asks me.
"I have no present for you!" I replied.
It gets on my nerves. How does he get the idea that I have a present for him? We know each other from seeing, that's all, sometimes we talked to each other. It is the farmer who knows everything better. I think he has never been abroad.
"Aren't you giving anything to your relatives?" He asks.
"No," I reply, "how could I? I'm here and not at home! And I'm not a Christian."
"You don't believe in God?"
He is surprised. All Kenyans are surprised that a mzungu doesn't believe in God. It can't be here!
"So, you don’t give anything to anyone!"
That could have been a question, but it could also have been a statement.
"Nobody!"
He shakes his head, he can't believe it.
"Give me 100 schillings!" He demands.
As always when I go for a walk, I don't take anything with me.
"I have nothing with me!"
He doesn't think so! I turn my trouser pockets over, there is nothing, only now is he satisfied.
Shule yako hatudanganyi, ni ukweli na uwazi,
Wanafunzi hawagomi, mwalimu atujali,
Unifunze mipango, wote niwaheshimu,
Yesu ni mwalimu, yesu ni mwalimu,
Nijue kuandika, niandike maono yangu,
Nijue kuhesabu, nihesabu baraka zako,
Nijue kuongea, nihubiri neno lako,
Kwa watu wako.
Your school doesn't deceive us, it's truth and transparency, students don't argue, the teacher takes care of us, teaches me plans, everything I respect, Jesus is a teacher, Jesus is a teacher, I can write, I can write mine Vision, I can count, I can count your blessings, I can speak, I preach your word to your people.
People have forgotten what is celebrated at Christmas. That's a shame! Called Christmas or Christian Feast, in Christianity it is the feast of the birth of Jesus Christ. The feast day is December 25th, Christmas Day, also the solemn festival of the birth of the Lord.
According to the Bible, 3 kings are said to have come to admire the newborn child. This is of course greatly exaggerated, because no one, especially no kings, had come. This is presented in the Bible to underline the importance of the birth of Jesus. In reality, Jesus didn't matter in his day, he was completely insignificant. What is described in the Bible happened within a radius of 5 km around Nazarth. The Romans who were in Israel then didn't even have soldiers in Nazareth, Jesus was so insignificant. The Romans will have heard of Jesus through their spies, but they didn't take him seriously. After all, Jesus' following certainly did not exceed 30 people. The role of Jesus is grossly overrated.
His message to us is simple and can be expressed in three words: freedom, balance, brotherhood. And that's dangerous news. The church does not want to hear this news, least of all spread it, because that would lead to a revolution. For the Church, progress is the devil. The aim is to stand still or, even better, to step backwards.
Baba nichukue, nifunze, nataka kusoma,
Kwa shule yako, kwa shule yako
Nichukue, nifunze, nataka kusoma,
Kwa shule yako, kwa shule yako.
Father, take me, teach me, I want to read, For your school, for your school Take me, teach me, I want to read, For your school, for your school.
On the way back, I can't go home right away, I have to think about what the children expect of me. I already know that is nothing new. It is wiser to take a dip in the bar. A cold beer is definitely not wrong. In Kenya it is better than in Austria, everything is closed at Christmas. There is nothing! It's so quiet you can hear the grass growing. It's more pleasant here in Kenya, everything is open!
In Austria snow piles up in front of the doors, weighs on the trees, lines the walls, blurs the paths, makes the mountains shimmer white under the white sky and covers the shingle roofs of the houses, barns and stables. In this snowy silence, the days silently creep closer and closer to Christmas. In Kenya the sun is shining, it's warm.
After the beer, I'll go home. As expected, the children look at me with big, expectant eyes. They don't say anything, but the expression on their faces says it all. I go to my room, rummage in my bag, take some money, go back to the kids and hand out. The sun rises, the eyes shine. I get hot, so many warm, hot rays hit me. I withdraw. The children are on their way to the next kiosk. The money must be converted into candy immediately.
I would be invited to a Christmas party. Which is pretty nice, but exhausting. I have to take the bus. I'm used to driving the bus, it's nothing new. The bus is full, we're leaving. Not far, there are some people standing next to the road. Two green cars drive towards the people. Everyone on the bus is excited!
"What happened?" I ask.
"Somebody was murdered!"
The bus stops, the driver and passengers alight, they walk to this gathering of people standing around the dead man. I risk a look. I can't see much, there is a man lying on the ground, otherwise nothing can be seen.
It reminds me of the Romans who went to the Colosseum to see the gladiators die. Back then you wanted to talk, now too. The dead must be admired. Another type of entertainment. After a few minutes, the driver and passengers come back, take their seats, and we continue.
It works differently here than in Europe. In the event of death, a doctor must be called who firstly determines the death, secondly, the cause of death. If it was a natural death, he'll issue the death certificate and that's the end of it. However, if he is convinced that this is an unnatural death, or if he has doubts, he notes this on the death certificate and the deceased is transported to the pathology department for an examination. Then the forensics department comes to secure any traces. Which does not make sense here, because the people stand in a circle around the dead person, if there were any traces, they have been destroyed by the people.
After a while I come to the great rift valley. It is always exhilarating to see this valley. Overwhelming! This sight is simply indescribable. Nairobi is a little over 1,600 meters high. It's a plateau. Then when you come to the slope, you look down on this beautiful valley. I've seen it many times, but the sight overwhelms me again and again.
Experts have long believed that humanity can be traced back to the African continent. About seven million years ago humans began to evolve and split off from primates like the chimpanzee and bonobo.
Humanity originates from Africa. The oldest known skeletal remains of anatomically modern humans or Homo Sapiens have been excavated at archaeological sites in East Africa. Skeletons of pre-humans between 4 and 5 million years old have been found in Africa It is believed that the oldest known strain type of human species was Australopithecus ramidus, which lived at least 4.4 million years ago In Africa, skeletons of pre-humans have been discovered, formed about 4 and 5 million years ago.
The lower Omo Valley around Lake Turkana is a prehistoric area that has been on the UNESCO World Heritage List since 1980. In addition to the paleontological sites, the Oma Valley is mainly known for the semi-nomadic tribes of farmers and cattle herders who live there: the Hamar, the Mursi, the Turkana, the Kara, the Surma, the Bume, the Galeba, the Dassanetch, the Berbers, the Bodi, the Nyangatom, etc. These peoples maintain traditional customs in a semi-arid region with difficult living conditions. Body modifications (as well as body painting, scarification and vegetal headdresses) are common practices of these clans) discovered in Ethiopia. The remains have been dated 195,000 years and are the oldest known in the world. Since 1980 on the list of world cultural heritage of UNESCO, recorded prehistoric area. In addition to the paleontological sites, the Oma Valley is mainly known for the semi-nomadic tribes of farmers and cattle herders who live there: the Hamar, the Mursi, the Turkana, the Kara, the Surma, the Bume, the Galeba, the Dassanetch, the Berbers, the Bodi, the Nyangatom, etc. These peoples maintain traditional customs in a semi-arid region with difficult living conditions. Body modifications (as well as body painting, scarification and vegetal headdresses) are common practices of these clans) discovered in Ethiopia. The remains have been dated 195,000 years and are the oldest known in the world. Since 1980 on the list of world cultural heritage of UNESCO, recorded prehistoric area. In addition to the paleontological sites, the Oma Valley is mainly known for the semi-nomadic tribes of farmers and cattle herders who live there: the Hamar, the Mursi, the Turkana, the Kara, the Surma, the Bume, the Galeba, the Dassanetch, the Berbers, the Bodi, the Nyangatom, etc. These peoples maintain traditional customs in a semi-arid region with difficult living conditions. Body modifications (as well as body painting, scarification and vegetal headdresses) are common practices of these clans) discovered in Ethiopia. The remains have been dated 195,000 years and are the oldest known in the world. In addition to the paleontological sites, the Oma Valley is mainly known for the semi-nomadic tribes of farmers and cattle herders who live there: the Hamar, the Mursi, the Turkana, the Kara, the Surma, the Bume, the Galeba, the Dassanetch, the Berbers, the Bodi, the Nyangatom, etc. These peoples maintain traditional customs in a semi-arid region with difficult living conditions. Body modifications (as well as body painting, scarification and vegetal headdresses) are common practices of these clans) discovered in Ethiopia. The remains have been dated 195,000 years and are the oldest known in the world. In addition to the paleontological sites, the Oma Valley is mainly known for the semi-nomadic tribes of farmers and cattle herders who live there: the Hamar, the Mursi, the Turkana, the Kara, the Surma, the Bume, the Galeba, the Dassanetch, the Berbers, the Bodi, the Nyangatom, etc. These peoples maintain traditional customs in a semi-arid region with difficult living conditions. Body modifications (as well as body painting, scarification and vegetal headdresses) are common practices of these clans) discovered in Ethiopia. The remains have been dated 195,000 years and are the oldest known in the world. the Nyangatom etc. These peoples maintain traditional customs in a semi-arid region with difficult living conditions. Body modifications (as well as body painting, scarification and vegetal headdresses) are common practices of these clans) discovered in Ethiopia. The remains have been dated 195,000 years and are the oldest known in the world. the Nyangatom etc. These peoples maintain traditional customs in a semi-arid region with difficult living conditions. Body modifications (as well as body painting, scarification and vegetal headdresses) are common practices of these clans) discovered in Ethiopia. The remains have been dated 195,000 years and are the oldest known in the world.
Africa is the cradle of humanity. There's no way around it.
After a nearly 4 hour long drive I arrive. I am expected. The Christmas party is a bit strange, if not unusual, for a European.
Kati giza, Yesu ni mwanga (In darkness, Jesus is the Light)
Kati huzuni, Yesu ni mfariji (In sadness, Jesus is the Comforter)
Kati vita, Yesu mwamba (In battle, Jesus is the Refuge)
Katika njaa, Yesu ndiye mkate (In famine, Jesus is the Bread of life)
Yesu kimbilio, hajawahi kuniacha (Jesus is the Refuge, he has never left me)
Yesu mwamba wangu, mahali pa kujificha (Jesus is my rock, my hiding place)
Yesu kimbilio, hajawahi kuniacha (He is the Refuge, he has never left me)
Yesu mwamba wangu, mahali pa kujificha (Jesus is my rock, my hiding place)
Anajua shida zangu, Yeye atazitatua (He knows my troubles, he will solve them)
Bila Yesu, mimi ni mtu bure (For without Jesus, I am nothing)
Bila Yesu, mimi ni mtu bure (Without Jesus, I am nothing)
wengi wa wanaume ... hawana uwezo wa kufikiri, lakini katika kuamini tu, na hawapatikani kwa sababu, lakini kwa mamlaka tu. (Arthur Schopenhauer)
most men ... are incapable of thinking, only by faith, and are available not for any reason but only through authority. (Arthur Schopenhauer)
"Education Cabinet Secretary George Magoha issued new instructions to school principals on Tuesday, December 28, ahead of schools reopening in January 2022. During the inspection of school projects in Mombasa, Magoha warned school principals not to detain students for unpaid fees to send home. " (Kenyans)
As an Austrian, I don't understand why children are excluded from classes. Let me explain how we in Austria deal with it. It's not easy there either. It's not easy for us either. This is the average income in Austria:
Employees in Austria earned an average of EUR 33,200 gross per year in 2018. With 14 salaries, this corresponds to an average monthly salary of around EUR 2,400 before all deductions. That was 2018. 2020 will be different. The monthly salary is € 29,458. That is what the official report of the Court of Auditors says. This corresponds to an average monthly salary of approx. € 2,104 gross, 14 times a year. Even if there is no statutory minimum wage in Austria in 2021, the Chamber of Commerce and ÖGB have agreed that no minimum wage in an industry collective agreement should be less than 1,500 euros per month. According to the Chamber of Labor, this is EUR 10.09 gross per hour (with 14 monthly salaries).
Now we have to look at the cost of living. The exchange rate on December 28th for € 1 = KES 127.7408.
Restaurants:
Meal in an inexpensive restaurant € 12.00
Three courses for two in a mid-range restaurant € 50.00
Menu at McDonald's (or comparable combination menu) € 9.00
Local beer (0.5 liters, on tap) € 4.00
Imported beer (0.33 liter bottle) € 4.00
Cappuccino (normal) € 3.38
Coke / Pepsi (0.33 liter bottle) € 2.53
Water (0.33 liter bottle) € 2.13
Food :
Milk (ordinary), 1 liter € 1.15
Fresh white bread (500 g) € 1.72
Rice (white), (1 kg) € 1.89
Eggs (medium), (12 pieces) € 3.33
Local cheese (1 kg) € 12.02
Chicken fillets (1kg) € 9.63
Leg of beef (1 kg) (or comparable red meat) € 12.61
Apples (1 kg) € 2.21
Bananas (1 kg) 1.80 €
Oranges (1 kg) € 2.33
Tomatoes (1 kg) € 2.46
Potatoes (1 kg) € 1.67
Onions (1 kg) € 1.36
Lettuce (1 piece) € 1.26
Water (1.5 liter bottle) € 0.67
Wine (1 bottle, medium price) € 6.00
Local beer (0.5 liter bottle) € 1.05
Imported beer (0.33 liter bottle) € 1.73
Cigarettes 20 pack (Marlboro) € 5.70
Locomotion '
Single trip in public transport € 2.40
Monthly ticket (regular price) € 50.00
Taxi basic tariff (normal tariff) € 4.00
1 kilometer in a taxi (normal tariff) € 1.42
Waiting fees for the taxi (normal tariff) € 27.60
Petrol (1 liter) € 1.23
Volkswagen Golf Trendline, 1.4, 90 kW (or comparable new car) € 23,460.00
Toyota Corolla Limousine Comfort, 1.6, 97 kW (or comparable new car) € 19,845.79
Additional costs and communication (per month) :
Additional costs (electricity, heating, air conditioning, water, garbage) for an apartment with 85 m² € 192.81
1 minute of prepaid mobile phone use without a contract or special offers € 0.06
Internet (cable / ADSL flat rate with 60 Mbit / s or more) € 34.00
sport and freetime :
Membership fee for the fitness studio (monthly) € 26.59
Rent for tennis court (1 hour on weekends) € 23.59
Movie ticket, Hollywood production or similar € 12.00
Schools and kindergartens:
Private day-care center or preschool with all-day care per month and child € 260.37
International primary school per year and child € 12,266.67
Clothing'
1 pair of jeans (Levis 501 or comparable) € 85.82
1 summer dress from a fashion chain (e.g. Zara, H&M etc.) € 29.05
1 pair of Nike trainers (medium price segment) € 80.14
1 pair of leather business shoes for men € 110.24
Monthly rents :
Two-room apartment in the city center € 847.99
Two-room apartment outside the city center € 672.71
Four-room apartment in the city center € 1,921.85
Four-room apartment outside the city center € 1,253.86
Purchase prices for apartments:
Price per square meter of an apartment in the city center € 7,300.00
Price per square meter of an apartment outside the city center € 4,481.82
Salaries and Financing [To edit]
Average monthly net income € 2,166.71
Annual fixed mortgage interest for 20 years in%.
On average, families spent 1,468 euros per school child. As in the 2015/16 school cost survey, the expenditures for the schooling of children in schools leading to the secondary school leaving certificate were significantly higher than for children in other types of schools. For a good school success it is crucial whether parents have enough time, education and money. If parents have a lot of it, their own child can have a successful school career, other children without these resources are unfortunately clearly at a disadvantage. Even before the COVID crisis, the schools were not organized and set up in such a way to enable every child to have educational success. The COVID crisis exacerbates this existing imbalance: The lockdown of the schools made it even more decisive
"The Minister of Education concentrated on test strategies, but completely forgot about alternative learning and social spaces for children and young people," criticized AK President Anderl. “Children and young people and their families need relief and the security that the coming school year will be well prepared for them. They really deserve it. In addition, many families had to finance expensive school costs to enable distance learning. There has to be an urgent relief for them. "
On average for all families, 8% of the household income is spent on school attendance for the children per year, including fixed costs as well as expenses during the summer holidays and the school year. With these large sums of money it quickly becomes clear that families with low incomes are particularly under pressure. Families whose household income is in the lower quartile and a maximum of 2,000 euros per month spend around one sixth of their annual income on school costs and school-related costs.
Families who struggled with poverty before the COVID crisis have little chance of keeping up with these school costs. Especially the short-term high acquisition costs of technical equipment was more than challenging.
Here is a small excerpt from what I found here in Kenya. Just for comparison.
Parents with children in national schools will pay Sh45,000 while those in extra-county schools will pay Sh35,000 for the year. The capitation for learners in both boarding and day schools is Sh22, 244.
Their situation has been spoken by the effect the pandemic has had on the economy.
Many parents lost their jobs while those in businesses saw their incomes tumble.
"The prices of almost everything have gone up but for most parents, we are earning less. We appeal to principals not to send away children for not paying school fees," Ms Maggie Mutisya, a parent from Nairobi, said.
What I miss, in Austria, but also here, is the non-existent opportunity to look into the future. The youth is our future! Not giving them enough support, not teaching them, is negligent and utterly wrong.
That would be one thing. The school itself has some shortcomings. There is no teaching, here the children are mercilessly given something to learn without encouraging them to think for themselves. The school works like a factory. On the one hand, raw materials come in and are processed; on the other hand, finished workpieces come out. For me it is doubtful whether this is really the purpose and the task of the school. School should stimulate thinking, not learning by heart.
Today in school, the curriculum that is taught to students is likely to consist of academic and health issues. Students get the same daily dose of history, math, English, and science. In class, students are taught to memorize different bits of data. They memorize dates, people and places for the story. They memorize various formulas and equations for math. Science and English tend to be no different: it's the memorization of sterile facts and static data. Today's schools are not a place to learn things, nor are they a place that seeks to instill a sense of wonder and awe in the average student. Rather, it's a place of repetition to turn students into tapes that can play back information at will. Information that is only lost with age, as this useless education that has been learned at our modern learning institutes is lost.
(Parents and School - Hamburg)
Nation", "All Africa", "Kenyans" - Kenya;
"Arbeiterkmmer", "Numbeo" - Austria)
If you go the way everyone goes, you will arrive where everyone arrives. So go your own way.
Ukienda vile kila mtu anakwenda, utafika kila mtu atafika, basi nenda zako.
08:22 - Mr. Y: Hi. Mr. Y from kenya
08:23 - Mr. Y: Friend to Karl your ex husband
08:42 - Mrs. X: Hi! Mr. Y
08:43 - Mrs. X: Good morning
08:43 - Mrs. X: Yes, Karl introduce you to me.
08:45 - Mrs. X: We had a good connection to each other no change at all.
08:49 - Mrs. X: How are you and your family? I hope everyone of the family by God's grace are well.
My name is Mrs. X.
08:51 - Mrs. X: Mr. Y your first name?and your family name is ?
Hear from you soon.
09:04 - Mrs. X: Greetings from Vienna,to Kenya
08:01 - Mrs. X: Good morning Mr. Y?
08:01 - Mrs. X: How are you?and your family?
08:03 - Mrs. X: I just chatted with Karl today
He said it's holiday today,at your place.
08:10 - Mrs. X: So,you have time with your family,your wife, and to your three sons.
10:34 - Mr. Y: Hi am ok. My name Mr. Y ondieki omari
10:35 - Mrs. X: Hi! Thanks
10:35 - Mrs. X: Nice name 馃憣
10:36 - Mr. Y: Plan and visit us or u support me I visit u
10:36 - Mr. Y: U can come and live with us
10:36 - Mr. Y: I can even buy a piece of land and build your home here then be a Kenyan citizen
10:37 - Mrs. X: Thanks for inviting me.
10:37 - Mr. Y: What is your thought? Can we be friends? A u married now?
10:37 - Mrs. X: No ,am not married.
10:38 - Mr. Y: Do you like to be married again?
10:39 - Mrs. X: I don't know,
10:39 - Mr. Y: Why? Do u have feelings?
10:39 - Mrs. X: How is the situation in Kenya
10:40 - Mr. Y: Very ok. Peaceful
10:40 - Mrs. X: Ofcourse I have a feeling
10:40 - Mr. Y: We Africans marry two wifes and live peacefully
10:43 - Mr. Y: How many children do u have?
10:43 - Mrs. X: .can a foreigner marry in Kenya emmedaitly even though she or he is no Kenyan citizen?
10:44 - Mrs. X: I have one daughter.
10:44 - Mr. Y: Yes. No problem
10:44 - Mr. Y: Veronica
10:44 - Mrs. X: Yes
10:44 - Mr. Y: What do u do for a living? Am a teacher
10:45 - Mrs. X: Yes, Karl told me you are a teacher
10:45 - Mr. Y: Please allow me marry you
10:46 - Mrs. X: You are living not far where Karl live with her girlfriend.
10:47 - Mrs. X: You know her girl friend very well?
10:47 - Mr. Y: They are constructing there home far away and by mid December they shall relocate
10:47 - Mrs. X: Why you want to marry me? You love your wife and your three children's
10:47 - Mr. Y: I first knew Karl then he introduced me to her
10:48 - Mrs. X: Ok
10:48 - Mr. Y: Yes I love them but we Africans marry two wifes at same time
10:48 - Mr. Y: What do u do for a living?
10:49 - Mrs. X: That's Good to know
10:50 - Mr. Y: I will purchase land then u construct a house
10:51 - Mrs. X: So Karl and his girlfriend constructing now a new house
10:51 - Mr. Y: Yes
10:51 - Mrs. X: How is she.
10:52 - Mr. Y: Who
10:52 - Mrs. X: She has four children's
10:52 - Mr. Y: Yes
10:52 - Mr. Y: Let's talk about ourselves not them
10:53 - Mr. Y: Please tell me what u do back home
10:54 - Mrs. X: What you mean back home..
10:55 - Mr. Y: At Vienna. What do u do for a living
10:55 - Mrs. X: Send me your family picture
10:57 - Mr. Y: Will send others later
10:58 - Mrs. X: Thanks
10:58 - Mrs. X: Beautiful 馃槏
10:58 - Mr. Y: Please tell me your profession
10:58 - Mr. Y: Send yours too
10:59 - Mrs. X: Nice home,nice family and you're hundsome
10:59 - Mr. Y: Thanks
10:59 - Mrs. X: And you're still young
11:00 - Mr. Y: Yes. 35 years
11:00 - Mrs. X: So young
11:01 - Mrs. X: we will stay friends
11:01 - Mr. Y: Come Kenya stay there. Be my neighbour
11:02 - Mrs. X: And your wife is also young
11:02 - Mr. Y: Yes. 29
11:02 - Mrs. X: Wow! Young
11:03 - Mrs. X: Love her always with all your 鉂わ笍
11:03 - Mr. Y: Make plans come Kenya
11:03 - Mrs. X: And your children's
11:03 - Mr. Y: I love my wife and children
11:04 - Mr. Y: U need to read on African culture
11:05 - Mr. Y: If u can find someone to support me advance in my career I will appreciate
11:32 - Mr. Y: U have gone quiet
11:46 - Mrs. X: Ja, sorry
11:48 - Mrs. X: You have had seen the girlfriend if Karl.
You know her before or you just see her when Karl introduce you.
11:49 - Mrs. X: She found Karl on-line and she invited him to come.
And now they,are friends.
11:50 - Mrs. X: She devorce him.
11:51 - Mrs. X: Will see what can I help you.
12:39 - Mrs. X: Where is the picture of your wife. And your car.
07:52 - Mrs. X: Good morning Mr. Y!
07:59 - Mrs. X: Asking some details:
Suppose I Will come to Kenya,
I will apply citizenship how long will it take, several months, years?
And how it work free charge from the Kenyan government ?
Or free at all. No payment for the applicant.
08:05 - Mrs. X: It doesn't matter how long you have had been in Kenya?
Or newly in Kenya?
Is it allowed to have a Kenyan citizen?
Married to a Kenyan woman or a Kenyan guy?
Is it automatically to have a Kenyan citizen?
08:08 - Mrs. X: Thanks.
Regards to the family.
Are you a Methodist or Baptist Christian or
Catholic Christian...
08:09 - Mrs. X: As your relegion.
09:24 - Mr. Y: Am a Lutheran
09:25 - Mr. Y: U can come for visitation
09:25 - Mr. Y: As you continue staying, then apply for citizenship
09:26 - Mr. Y: Kenya is a good country. Nobody will come following you up
09:26 - Mr. Y: You can stay as long as you want and nobody will question you for tjat
09:27 - Mr. Y: We are peaceful people
09:27 - Mr. Y: We like visitors
09:29 - Mrs. X: Thank you for the answere of my question.
Lovely country.
09:30 - Mr. Y: Welcome
09:31 - Mrs. X: I don't know yet if I am coming.
Step by steps I know some what to do.
09:41 - Mr. Y: Ok
10:05 - Mr. Y: Talk to Karl to give you a few hints on citizenship. What he did
10:07 - Mrs. X: Yes,I will ask him.
10:09 - Mrs. X: Did he tell you when he 馃専 started to apply for his citezinship?
10:19 - Mrs. X: You know it?in Kenya if it is allowed to have two citizenship?
Austrian and Kenyan? Dual citizenship ?
10:20 - Mrs. X: Pls.let me know...
Thanks.
12:06 - Mr. Y: Yes. Dual citizenship allowed
12:14 - Mrs. X: Thank you Mr. Y!
09:17 - Mrs. X: Good morning!
09:22 - Mrs. X: At your place,what is the situation of water ?
You have your own water whale.for everyday used.. for drinking water.,for washing? No water errigation at your place.
09:25 - Mrs. X: Or there is.
By Karl girlfriend for drinking water from rain, and for washing is taken from whale.
There's no water errigation at there side.
10:43 - Mr. Y: Hi there
16:33 - Mrs. X: Hi!
Mr. Y!
16:34 - Mrs. X: What's is new news at your side...
06:58 - Mr. Y: Here there is plenty of water madam
06:59 - Mr. Y: I don't understand what u mean by news
09:24 - Mrs. X: That's very good 馃憤 plenty of water.
Blessings 馃檹 from God 馃檹,the rain.peoples in Kenya need much rain to have water.
That's one of a good news which is I meant.
13:37 - Mrs. X: Another news how's your family,your wife,she is teaching the same school where you are teaching?
13:38 - Mrs. X: Your children's how are they doing?
Your neighbor too!
09:42 - Mr. Y: They are all doing well
09:43 - Mrs. X: Good morning.
09:44 - Mrs. X: Good the are fine.
09:44 - Mr. Y: Good morning too
09:45 - Mrs. X: Today is very nice weather at your place .blue skies.
09:56 - Mr. Y: Yaa
09:57 - Mr. Y: What have u decided on. Coming?
10:25 - Mrs. X: No,not yet.
Maybe when Karls 馃彔 house finished.
You know when will be exactly finished the 馃彔 house?
10:26 - Mrs. X: As you said they are moving middle of December?
11:01 - Mrs. X: Are you really buy a Land for me? I will think it over....
11:24 - Mrs. X: I want to have a partner in my life.,who is caring me always ,love me always.with good character,honest faithful ,smiling,who make me laugh, and , understanding, having good communication between us,good relationship,not lying to reach other and most of all not hurting me.not breaking my 鉂わ笍 heart.
11:27 - Mrs. X: It does not matter ,young or older,the most important is the real love.the feeling..
11:59 - Mr. Y: Thanks madam
11:59 - Mr. Y: O van purchase land. No problem
12:00 - Mr. Y: I will do it for u.
15:09 - Mr. Y: HOW ONE 'CEO' TAUGHT HIS EMPLOYEES A LESSON IN INTEGRITY!
A successful business man was growing old and knew it was time to choose a successor to take over the business.
Instead of choosing one of his Directors or his children, he decided to do something different. He called all the young executives in his company together.
He said, 鈥淚t is time for me to step down and choose the next CEO. I have decided to choose one of you..鈥�
The young executives were Shocked, but the boss continued. 鈥淚 am going to give each one of you a SEED today 鈥� one very special SEED鈥� I want you to plant the seed, water it, and come back here one year from today with what you have grown from the seed I have given you. I will then judge the plants that you bring, and the one I choose will be the next CEO.鈥�
One man, named Jim, was there that day and he, like the others, received a seed. He went home and excitedly, told his wife the story. She helped him get a pot, soil and compost and he planted the seed. Everyday, he would water it and watch to see if it had grown. After about three weeks, some of the other executives began to talk about their seeds and the plants that were beginning to grow.
Jim kept checking his seed, but nothing ever grew.
Three weeks, four weeks, five weeks went by, still nothing.
By now, others were talking about their plants, but Jim didn鈥檛 have a plant and he felt like a failure.
Six months went by 鈥� still nothing in Jim鈥檚 pot. He just knew he had killed his seed. Everyone else had trees and tall plants, but he had nothing. Jim didn鈥檛 say anything to his colleagues, however.
He just kept watering and fertilizing the soil 鈥� He so wanted the seed to grow.
A year finally went by and all the young executives of the company brought their plants to the CEO for inspection.
Jim told his wife that he wasn鈥檛 going to take an empty pot. But she asked him to be honest about what happened. Jim felt sick to his stomach, it was going to be the most embarrassing moment of his life, but he knew his wife was right. He took his empty pot to the board room. When Jim arrived, he was amazed at the variety of plants grown by the other executives. They were beautiful 鈥� in all shapes and sizes. Jim put his empty pot on the floor and many of his colleagues laughed, a few felt sorry for him.
When the CEO arrived, he surveyed the room and greeted his young executives.
Jim just tried to hide in the back. 鈥淢y, what great plants, trees, and flowers you have grown,鈥� said the CEO. 鈥淭oday one of you will be appointed the next CEO!鈥�
All of a sudden, the CEO spotted Jim at the back of the room with his empty pot. He ordered the Financial Director to bring him to the front. Jim was terrified. He thought, 鈥淭he CEO knows I鈥檓 a failure; Maybe he will have me fired...鈥�
When Jim got to the front, the CEO asked him what had happened to his seed 鈥� Jim told him the story.
The CEO asked everyone to sit down except Jim. He looked at Jim, and then announced to the young executives, 鈥淏ehold your next Chief Executive Officer; His name is Jim鈥� Jim couldn鈥檛 believe it. Jim couldn鈥檛 even grow his seed.
鈥淗ow could he be the new CEO?鈥� the others said.
Then the CEO said, 鈥淥ne year ago today, I gave everyone in this room a seed. I told you to take the seed, plant it, water it, and bring it back to me today. But I gave you all boiled seeds; they were dead 鈥� it was not possible for them to grow.
All of you, except Jim, have brought me trees and plants and flowers. When you found that the seed would not grow, you substituted another seed for the one I gave you. Jim was the only one with the courage and honesty to bring me a pot with my seed in it. Therefore, he is the one who will be the new Chief Executive Officer.鈥�
鈥� If you plant honesty, you will reap trust,
鈥� If you plant goodness, you will reap friends,
鈥� If you plant humility, you will reap greatness,
鈥� If you plant perseverance, you will reap contentment,
鈥� If you plant consideration, you will reap perspective,
鈥� If you plant hard work, you will reap success,
鈥� If you plant forgiveness, you will reap reconciliation,
鈥� If you plant faith in God, you will reap a harvest...
So, be careful what you plant now; it will determine what you will reap later.
"Whatever You Give To Life, Life Gives You Back鈥�
Keep Walking!
16:21 - Mrs. X: Very good 馃憤 stories Mr. Y.
16:25 - Mrs. X: That's why when I read your message this morning.
I can tell you similar this story.
I was on the way do I couldn't respond you.
16:36 - Mrs. X: You married your wife because you love her..
She married you because she loves you.
You are a good father of your three kids.
You are a good husband of your wife.
Love them as you love yourself...
Love your wife tell death do as far.
appreciate the love of your wife and her goodness to you as her husband.
If you really love your wife,you don't need a second wife.
Having a second wife makes you crazy 馃槀馃槣,you will became dishonest, unfaithfulness, becoming a lier,and no more good relationship, communication to your family.
16:49 - Mrs. X: Forget the Kenyan law,
Which is allowing two wife in your life.
You are a Lutheran in religion. You must know the God's law of marriage.
So if I will be in your position love your wife,your children's as you love yourself and forget Marrying a second wife.
Be honest and be faithful to your family.you will receive more and more blessings from our God 馃檹馃檹. you're earning enough money,your wife is earning enough money too.all is enough what you need.
The important is your wife,you, and the children's are happy together...
God bless your family....
11:47 - Mr. Y: Amen
09:41 - Mr. Y: Morning
09:43 - Mrs. X: Good morning
09:43 - Mrs. X: Do you have electricity at your home?your place around?
09:44 - Mr. Y: Yes
09:44 - Mr. Y: At home
09:45 - Mrs. X: Good
09:45 - Mr. Y: U can stay with us and you will be our grandmum
09:46 - Mrs. X: Heavy Storm and heavy rain?around your place?
09:46 - Mr. Y: It's a rain season now but not stormy
09:47 - Mrs. X: How far are you from the place of Karl girlfriend?
09:47 - Mr. Y: Just a walking distance
09:48 - Mrs. X: Ok.
09:48 - Mrs. X: It's in Mosocho your place
09:49 - Mr. Y: Yes
09:50 - Mr. Y: How is Veronica
09:50 - Mrs. X: So your place now, there's no Storm , Yesterday also afternoon there was no Storm but it was raining?
09:50 - Mr. Y: Yes
09:51 - Mrs. X: She is fine.thank you
09:51 - Mr. Y: Do u stay with her
09:52 - Mrs. X: How is your place there is electricity but the others no.
09:52 - Mr. Y: We have different power lines
09:52 - Mrs. X: 8km no electricity
09:53 - Mr. Y: I don't know if Karl is affected
09:53 - Mrs. X: I see,ok. You're lucky.
09:54 - Mrs. X: Yes, since yesterday afternoon until today no electricity.
09:54 - Mr. Y: No. It's a Matt of chances. Sometimes we also miss electricity
09:52 - Mr. Y: Hi
10:00 - Mrs. X: Hi!!?
10:03 - Mrs. X: You have had conversation past few days to Karl?
10:34 - Mr. Y: No
09:41 - Mr. Y: Good morning
09:46 - Mrs. X: Good morning!
10:05 - Mr. Y: Hi
10:06 - Mrs. X: Hello
10:06 - Mrs. X: Good morning 馃尀
10:06 - Mr. Y: Am fine
10:07 - Mrs. X: Good
10:07 - Mr. Y: What plans do you have
11:41 - Mr. Y: Hi
08:58 - Mrs. X: Hi
09:01 - Mrs. X: What's new news around?
Electricity is abundantly at your side? No problem?
12:39 - Mr. Y: Hi
12:40 - Mrs. X: Hi!
12:40 - Mrs. X: For so long time
12:40 - Mrs. X: How is your family
12:41 - Mrs. X: And you?
12:42 - Mrs. X: We're you also affected for almost three weeks without electricity?
12:43 - Mrs. X: Karl and his girlfriend's house was affected.
08:41 - Mr. Y: Hi
08:49 - Mrs. X: Hi,
08:49 - Mrs. X: Good morning
08:49 - Mrs. X: How is the weather today, around?
08:50 - Mrs. X: How is your family doing and you,?
16:16 - Mr. Y: We are ok
16:20 - Mrs. X: That's great
16:21 - Mrs. X: Here it is snowing right now.
16:21 - Mrs. X: It's allwhite outside
16:29 - Mrs. X: Minus,-4 degrees.
Very cold 鉀勨泟馃導锔忦煂笍鈽�
09:16 - Mrs. X: Good morning
09:17 - Mrs. X: She is beautiful your wife and look young
09:19 - Mrs. X: Merry Christmas to all your family and stay good health...
I really do not know what to make of it. I have asked, the answer was shoulder shrug, understanding for this gentleman, some have meant that is Africa, Kenya, there is quite normal. I am not convinced of it! I just can not believe that a man, educated, can give such a bullshit from him.
I can't accept "cultural differences" as some people think, but this gentleman is highly educated, so he should know how to behave, even if he has never been abroad. There is television here, he can see how it is abroad.
You are responsible for your own happiness. If you expect others to make you happy, you will be always disappointed.
Unawajibika kwa furaha yako mwenyewe. Ikiwa unatarajia wengine wakufanye uwe na furaha, utavunjika moyo kila wakati.
Christmas is over, the next madness is coming: New Year's Eve!
Christmas is only for the rich, who celebrate it with the worker's sweat, which they turn into champagne that day, while the laughter of the rich turns into tears at the hearth of the disenfranchised. The pleasures of the rich are daughters of the privations of the poor. But that will soon be the end of it. The revolution will put an end to this social disorder.
In Kenya I noticed little, actually nothing at all, of a religious devotion, commemoration of Jesus.
So you wanna talk down on a bitch?
And you wanna talk shit?
Like you aint ever ate this pussy,
or sucked this clit?
A friend, no, actually not a friend, more like an acquaintance called. The conversation is, as it always happens in Kenya, short and of course, as always, the question was asked: "Did you bring me something for Christmas?" i am the saint, i am the messiah! All oppressed peoples hope for a liberation hero, the Messiah, under whom they imagined a kind of Washington or Garibaldi who should free them from the hated yokes. But Jesus was a carpenter and what does the carpenter do? He's making a coffin for his student. In any case, I'm not a messiah, that has to be clear.
Nigga please, I fed you.
Every night on schedule.
And ya shit wasn't even all that,
but my heart wasn't big enough to tell you.
Today is New Years Eve! I would like to join Elisabeth Scharang. Elisabeth Scharang writes:
It's not just because another year is coming to an end. Because a friend died. Because your own parents are getting old and you have lived another year yourself. For a long time I did not understand the wish to want to leave something in this world. Isn't it about what you experience? To a piece now; To put it somewhat pathetically: to be as little an asshole as possible? For some time now I have understood better: it is not easy to endure that it is so simple: we live and we die. It is not more. That is where the whole miracle lies. But there is no mistake in sweeping up your crap before leaving the earth again. Emotional, ideological, ecological crap, composted in many hours of therapy, or a job or a calling. Raising children who won't become monsters, cultivating fields, whose fruits do no harm, make films that express what is otherwise lost in the noise of everyday life. Life is the miracle. It doesn't need any meaning. But I am grateful for the memory. This last year too. Every day. Even the lousy ones. I also remember the lines from my dead friend. Of their boredom and impatience. And her voice, which I remember fondly. and
Wolf-Goetz Jurjans writes:
Thank you for your wonderful New Years text. The goal of being as little an asshole as possible
I haven't reached this year, but I've seen some people who could.
They were the initiators who gave us the strength to try again next year.
This gave her life meaning. It is my wish, through my life, to give other lives meaning, meaning that the prevailing conditions do not give them.
Unable to write a text of your kind myself after this exhausting year, I thank you and stick it on the first page of the new year.
Karl Glanz writes:
I didn't achieve these goals either. I've tried and I can bear witness to it. It's not easy not being an asshole either, we have to realize that too. Our society is controlled by assholes. They don't like it at all when someone isn't an asshole.
Heh, guess I mislead you.
Guess I was wrong
Shouldn't of went through your phone
wouldn't of seen all them hoes in your pictures.
All of them bitches been blowing yo line,
but they saved under names that
remind me niggas.
I don't feel well, especially at New Years. Fever. To cough. Not particularly nice. I watch some movies. Can not sleep. The cough keeps me awake. What should I do? There is nothing to be done. I'm taking a flu medicine for a fever that helps. Now I'm getting warm. That feels good. The television gets on my nerves, switch off. That is also pleasant. Too many stupidities are spread there. The Minister of Health has decided that only those who have been vaccinated are allowed to enter Kenya. It's strange, because if what we know today is true, vaccination won't really help. Why? Anyone who is vaccinated can become infected with corona. Furthermore, the vaccinated person can be a virus carrier, i.e. he can spread the virus and pass it on. Apparently the vaccinated person is protected from a serious illness, but even that is not certain. In order to be allowed to enter Kenya now, you need proof of vaccination and a negative PCR test. This is of course mutually exclusive, because a negative PCR test is the assurance that I am not infected. Evidence of vaccination is irrelevant in this regard.
When yo ass get so smart?
When you start breaking these hearts?
When you gone act like a man
and stop being that nigga?
When you gone play yo part?
Play yo role?
When you gone stay in yo lane?
Man.
Maybe I'm just all in yo business
and worried bout the wrong damn thangs
cause
At a time when finances decide everything, our politicians only speak of democracy out of hypocrisy. The institutions of democracy are left, their rituals. We hold elections, just as some indigenous peoples performed rain dances. Did their dances affect the passage of the clouds?
(Franco «Bifo» Berardi)
The bar and the women - Bar na wanawake
Everyone who has read this text up to this point knows that I like to drink beer. I have to make one thing clear here: I'm a drunkard, I just like to drink beer. It kind of reminds me of Ulysses Grant. Grant liked to drink whiskey and had a drink after lunch. That made him a drunkard. Didn't stop him from winning the Civil War. Later he also became President of the USA.
And yoki Nzambe motindo from mpasi, ba nyokoli yo. Yaka on the sidelines with a motema se wayo. For vandi bo son, for anchor mese, earth. To bandi bo son, Moninga and Miso mother Ezali mabe naka okomi and pasiza te. And koya and kenya and ko ko zwa yo tozonga and Kinshasa Ya Elodie, mapasa, Lokumu famille o ti? Elodie's, mapasa, where is the lokumu o ti famille
So, like so often in the last few days, I go to the bar. It's raining lightly, the streets are wet and full of mud.
The bar is almost empty. For Kenyans it is too cold and fresh to drink a fresh cold beer. I look for a place on the side, I don't want to be seen straight away. The waitress comes, I'll order my beer. Music is playing way too loud, it hurts the ears, but people like it.
I drink my beer with pleasure, stretch my legs, have a good time.
It doesn't take long before a woman comes up to me.
"I can?" She says. That wasn't a question, she sits down next to me.
"Please!" I answer, but she's already seated.
I'm waiting for what's next.
"I've been watching you for a while."
"I haven't been here that long!"
"Long enough to see that you are lonely!"
I didn't know I was lonely, more like a beer craving. But, yes, let's leave that.
"You are a smart and strong man!"
It causes me pain, like a blow below the belt. What should it? Your face is pretty pretty. Still young.
"I know," I reply shortly.
I'll take a sip of my beer.
She looks me straight in the eye.
"What would you say to a little fuck?"
I am not suprised.
I answer: "Hello little fuck!"
What else should i say?
She is shocked and drops her head. She gets up and leaves.
Ki kamarade ya bo mwana
Tango musu elekaka bondeko.
To yebani bo mwana.
To tamboli Kenya mobimba ngai na yo.
Nairobi, Mombasa ah, Nakuru, Kisumu toyebani
Harambee eh
The turn of the year is over. Many people have big plans for the New Year. All good resolutions. They usually don't last long, soon they are forgotten and the old life comes back. I know that, I have made up my mind too, not this year, earlier. I quickly found out that these resolutions don't last long. You should only make something that is achievable, everything else costs too much energy and hardly anyone has that, we also have other tasks.
The good, the bad and the thief
In Kenya, people live with the fear of falling victim to thieves. This is not entirely unfounded, because in my area, theft is the order of the day. When you live in Kenya, you quickly realize that not everyone has good intentions. I can tell you a thing or two about that. There are many who steal from other Kenyans. Two trucks came yesterday, they stayed here, older ones wanted to start the truck in the morning, the batteries were removed. A gate was stolen from a friend ... Nothing is safe here. The thieves then clear out boxes and bags in an hour and do not stop as long as the robbers still have a shilling; in addition they burn and devastate house and farm in gratitude for this, desecrate women and children and kill them. And, in summary, you steal a lot so be prepared that so much will be stolen from you again; and whoever robs with violence and injustice wins, has to listen to someone else who also plays along with him. One thief is punished with another because everyone is robbing and stealing from the other. Thieves in Kenya are a nuisance. The police don't play a special role here, if they play one at all. It is a shame that the poor suffer under a legal system where influence, wealth and bribery often matter more than the truth. I was robbed too, in the hotel. As a tourist you are in a somewhat helpless situation. I cannot always carry all my luggage with me, but sometimes have to leave it behind, typically in your hotel room. There is a risk of that the luggage is opened and possibly made a little lighter, that is exactly what happened. Of course I went to the police and reported that the hotel was obviously not interested in doing anything. The police didn't send anyone to take fingerprints or to start an investigation. What I got is a piece of paper with something written on it that is barely legible. One thing is certain, I cannot trust the police.
I also think that it has to do with the fact that everyone in Kenya is poor, and when I write everyone, I mean everyone! A friend of mine owns 10 acres. When I first saw him, he told me how poor he was. For example, I do not own anything, no land, no house, no apartment and yet I do not say that I am poor. Even though I don't own anything, I still have enough to live on. And that's not bad.
God is an advocate for the poor. His judgment will be particularly harsh on those who abuse the poor.
It is up to the government to intervene here. The state must intervene in economic life in order to help the poor. And that's exactly what he doesn't do! He doesn't do that because we live in a capitalist world. Therefore I can only say to the haves, the rich, the capitalists:
You do not give gifts to the wise.
And you don't encourage each other
to feed the poor
and completely harms the heritage
and loves property very much.
And that's exactly how it is. The possession is the holy calf, it must be guarded and protected.
All rich want to become foreigners and all poor foreigners want to become European citizens.
This world is a world of suffering. But it is the only world that we really know and the only one that we can really influence. The state will continue to fool us by pretending to do something for us. But he only eats us with breadcrumbs, the delicacies that he reserves for himself.
Bwana wa tafuta watakao kuabudu kwa roho na kweli,
Na wakati ndio huu naamini umefika,
Nisaidie kutenda kulingana na mapenzi yako,
Kutembea na maagizo yako moyoni mwangu.
Bwana wa tafuta watakao kuabudu kwa roho na kweli,
Na wakati ndio huu naamini umefika,
Nisaidie kutenda kulingana na mapenzi yako yawe,
Kutembea na maagizo yako moyoni mwangu
.
There are two overriding ideologies behind colonialism and development aid. One is the Christian religion and the other is the greater and stronger force of free market capitalism. When traders set out on voyages of conquest a long time ago, their goal was certainly to create as much wealth as possible, by all means. Among them were Jesuits who believed that through their baptism they could give human status to the people. But their concept of humanism was linked to that of early capitalism: whoever became part of the world trading system deserves human dignity. Apostate priests fought the brutal oppression of the peoples by accepting them into the Christian family of Christendom. When non-religious development aid began hundreds of years later,
Was development aid born out of the same Western arrogance that spawned colonialism - the idea that Western people know what is best for other nationalities? For hundreds of years people were considered pagans, primitive, and living in misery if they lived on a self-sufficient economy. The first sign of the need for help was their "barbarism," a sign that they needed to be "saved" from primitivism. And in the eyes of most people that is still the picture of the South. Though it has been mixed in with images of starving children from the Sahel, few people have any idea why these people are starving - they are viewed as savages, neither their governments nor they are able to fend for themselves, and that's why they need them Help. The help arrives nobody knows where it will arrive. It disappears somewhere.
My love for you is true, my love for you is real,
My love for you is fo sho fo shizzy
Every time that I speak, every time the clock ticks,
My love remains, fo sho fo shizzy
Every day that I wake, every breath that I take,
My love will be fo sho fo shizzy,
Well chochote utakacho nitakupa, ku marry ni we
Mazi ni fo sho, fo shizzy
Fo sho, fo sho, fo sho, fo shizzy x3
My love is real fo sho fo shizzy
Now who is the goodness, the evil one, and the thief? Easy to answer. Let us let Jesus answer this question. The Bible says that Jesus said that before a camel would go through the eye of a needle than a rich man would go to heaven. Jesus recognized the problem more than 2000 years ago. And that also answers the question.
Only those who steal can become rich. If he didn't steal, he wouldn't get rich.
Bert Brecht put it like this:
"Rich man and poor man stood there and looked at each other. And the poor said pale, if I weren't poor, you wouldn't be rich."
The republic is one of the industrial nations in which inequality is greatest. The richest one percent in this country has as much wealth as the poorest 87 percent of wage earners. That comes from a report on social inequality by the organization Oxfam. In the FRG, on the other hand, every fifth child is affected by poverty.
I never really saw you coming
Until you turned me around
Mmmm
I used to think I was nothing
Look at this love we found
Mmmm
0 give me your hand
Like you shook mine
I'm not fine, go to the hospital -
Sijisikii vizuri, nenda hospitalini
As already mentioned, I am sick. I don't know if I'm really sick, I don't hope so, I feel terrible. In the morning I'm going to town. It's a long way and it's quite difficult to get into town. Something is wrong, there are no people on the street today, everything is empty. Still, I'm lucky, a bus arrives after a short time and I get on. After half an hour I'm in town.
I have to look for the hospital, which is not easy either. I have to ask for directions. Beat me through. From street corner to street corner, or from dung heap to dung heap. Finally I can do it. The hospital in front of me. It's a small hospital, only for outpatients.
I register. This is not a problem.
"Have a seat, the doctor will call you," the lady at the registration desk explains to me.
The waiting room is small, it can't be big, the whole hospital is small. And as I sit and wait, I look at the people, I start to philosophize again. Our world is unlikely to last much longer. These people in our world are afflicted with a strange disease that seems to all of them in common. They can only see things the way they want to see them. A peculiarity that always occurs before it goes down. What a thought! But it should be true. This peculiarity can be seen and found everywhere. Politicians in particular are affected by this disease.
I don't want to exclude myself from this, I also belong to the human race. The character traits that make up our personality are distorted: Nervous restlessness, hostile retreat to our own self are the hallmarks of our clinical picture. Crazy I know, just hope others know too, which is not safe.
A disease doesn't always have to be bad, but it can also get bad. Some never get rid of the sickness of love. Some boys have the sickness of love gently and easily. Others, if they develop the fever, become fatally ill; or when they recover, they will carry the signs of illness to the grave or to old age. Sad but true. Take a closer look at these people. You will find madmen of all degrees among them, from the maddened to the poor stupid who trembled and prayed his rosary and constantly feared that the devil would fetch him. How manifold are not the expressions of her madness, often terrifying, often ridiculous, often disgust and anger, often arousing pity. This religious madness deserves a closer look, for it has spread over the whole earth and has brought unspeakable misery to people. And is this disease incurable? Oh no! But the doctors who are able to cure them do not mean it honestly, for they are exploiting this plague of the human race to their advantage and are afraid of losing their power if the world is freed from this evil. Others mean it honestly; But rulers not only tie their arms, but also seal their mouths. Others mean it honestly; But rulers not only tie their arms, but also seal their mouths. Others mean it honestly; But rulers not only tie their arms, but also seal their mouths.
About two thousand years ago, for the happiness of mankind, a Savior was born in the world. He was a great doctor, and whoever used his remedy recovered from the religious madness that raged among humanity from the very beginning. But he fell as a victim of his philanthropy. The fools hung him on the cross! ...
And now I'm sitting in the waiting room, impatiently waiting to be called.
Ucheshi na sauti
amenifanya nam-miss do
Mwambie asiogope
Ali ni kipenzi cha watu
Ntafanya party nyumbani
hiyo yote kwa ajili yake
Tena asije peke yake
asiogope aje na wenzake
Ntafanya party nyumbani
hiyo yote kwa ajili yake
Tena asije peke yake
asiogope aje na rafiki zake eh
I am finally being called. It's a doctor, very friendly, very nice. She protects my ears, she speaks so softly that I think she is moaning at me. As a womaniser, I've never come to an agreement, I let her moan, I don't understand anything, I have to bend over to her to be able to hear better. It reminds me of Austria, when I went to the dentist who had to pull a tooth. I've never been brave! The nurse saved me, she leaned over me, so I could take a deep look into her cleavage. When I was finally able to take my eyes off her wonderful cleavage, the dentist held the tooth in front of my nose.
"There he is!" He said triumphantly.
I took a deep breath and I thought, it's a shame it's over! That can happen too.
The doctor examines me and she doesn't find anything.
She makes a recommendation: "Drink a lot! You are dehydrated."
I would have loved to hug her. I like such recommendations! I would have loved to hug her!
I fall out of the treatment room, out of the hotel. Where can I get cold beer !, that is the question! Nothing else matters. And soon I found the place! Heaven on earth!
Uzuri wake timilifu
nshamuona na watu maarufu tu
Kina wema Sepetu
Nikaomba namba bichwa akanishushua shuu
Ilinikosesha raha
Lulu nae kamdanganya
Kwamba mi ni wa kwake
aniogope tena asinichekee
Ilinikosesha raha
Lulu nae kamdanganya oh
Kwamba mi ni wa kwake
aniogope tena asinichekee
The first thing reading teaches us is how ro be alone (Jonathan Franzen)
Today Jimmy attacked a man. Now I have to explain who Jimmy is. Jimmy is a dog and mother of gringo. Gringo is now 4 months old, a little wannabe! The question that moves me is why is Jimmy doing this? In any case, it's strange. Some people say that Jimmy is defending their child. May be. It can not be excluded. Jimmy runs into everyone when I go for a walk with the gringo. That's unconfortable.
Nikiwa mbali siwezi concentrate
Oh baby gal you got a hold on me eh
Kuku hata kidogo nita eat everyday
Baby wacha mchezo ebu come my way eh
You make a grown man sad for sure
I don't know what got into the dog. I'm really worried! Where is it going, where can it still lead?
Allegedly, dogs can smell a "good" person. It was written somewhere. That too can be. What affects me is that Jimmy never bit me. That is strange too! He was fond of me from the start. Am i a good person Did Jimmy smell that? Am I a good person? Who can I ask Who can answer
I have to ask myself the question and answer it myself!
We humans are not easy. We are full of doubts and contradictions. People should be able to suggest alternatives. No education from the capital, but training through work. Our struggle is not that we try to give the students power, but this achievement is directly linked to the organization and the consciousness of the people. The only way to win is to make people. That is the first problem, education. A good education does not make a "good" person! And because we are still in the starting blocks, we have not really made it any further, so far humanity has not succeeded in subordinating the fate of reason. Since we are human, we didn't make it to shape our disembodied and our spiritual life rationally. In other words, we cannot jump over our own shadow! Only Lucky Luke shoots faster than his shadow! Psychoanalysis should take this into account. It works far too mechanically and it limits itself to pure analysis and in its arrogance overlooks the source of all science, the origin of all suffering. And that's our soul!
Psychology cannot bring blessings as long as it pays no attention to the human soul.
We are egoists! That should be clear to everyone. But if fools say that morality is lost when there is no longer any religion, then they ask why humans need morality in order to be able to live happily on earth. Most people only know one moral and that is, to get their luck, no matter what the cost. But that doesn't make a "good" person.
I'm austrian. Nationality may also play a role. Whites are full of prejudices anyway, with each other and especially with other nations. There are many people who believe they really love Austria and only ever think of Austria that no longer exists, and who are of the firm opinion that they alone are the true patriots.
Basically, the Viennese were convinced that they were different from other people. Vienna remains a beautiful city, even with the Viennese. There are enough of these people that you can't get rid of. There are also the huge number of little savers who have scarred themselves just so much, in long, endless years of work to ensure a carefree retirement, which now consists in the fact that they can at best buy a quarter of butter. There are plenty of those. They fall through the social network that they cannot and do not want to catch. The worm that has been kicked also writhes. I can tell you a thing or two about that! I am not exempting myself from it. I belong to it whether I like it or not. De gustibus non et disputandum - the folly and lack of insight of some people is great.
Kahaujajua mami now you know
Ukiwa nami wanishika more
Ndani ndani mpaka kwa roho
Oh baby come slowly
Go slowly yeah
My electric shock won't shock you
Come slowly, go slowly yeah
The man who has nothing is nothing today. We had that before. Today "good" people are defined by their wealth. A "good" person certainly does not enjoy great pleasure. I'm glad that wealth doesn't matter, because I still have a chance to be a good person.
There are good people who are ridiculed and viewed as stupid, but there are. Here's an example: .
Which person is among you who has 100 sheep, if he loses one of them, does not leave the 99 in the desert, pursues the lost one until he finds it?
And when he has found it, he puts it on his shoulders with joy. And when he comes home he calls his friends and relatives and says to them: Rejoice with me; 'Cause I've found my sheep that was lost
This is a good person because he knows he has saved a life. The human face that one looks up and should reflect the brightness of the sky, yes, all human faces, from the first to the last, are defaced by this leprosy! A rock, a kilo of shit is still more respected than a person.
When I am away you call me (call me)
I call you (call you)
Nikiku-miss na-come through yeah
To pick you
Cuz baby now we are 2 in 1 (2 in 1)
We are 2 in 1
Onanananana
I still don't know if I'm a good person. Do these people even exist? Do you happen to take me for the fate of the ancients; do you think I am Jupiter, Apollo, or Manto? That's not me! I'm just a very simple person who tries to go through life without fuss. Life is hard enough!
Simple and strong, that is the virtue of the strong.
The world suffers a lot. Not because the violence of bad people. But because of the silence of the good people. (Napoleon)
Yoo madee yooo hellow captian tunda man wa tip mchukue dogo huyo
mpigie chours nini dogo achane anajua or right
I'm going back to the bar. It's timed, no people there yet. I am very comfortable with that. What is there are tons of huge televisions. I'm being sprinkled on all sides, madly loud, and a different program is running on all devices. I lean back with relish. It takes a while before a young waitress arrives. Looks pretty good.
"What can I serve you with?" She asks me with wide eyes.
I look at her, look her straight in the eye. I've never been asked anything like this! With what can she "serve" me? It occurs to me quickly. Eye to eye, very close to her, I say: "Kill my wife!"
She is scared! "I do not do that!"
I shrug my shoulders.
"It's a shame," I say, "but I didn't accept it either. It was worth a try!"
I have to get a little more serious again. Where am I? This is not a quiz question. Well I'll reveal it here. I am in the highlands, about 2300 m above sea level. The next town is at over 2000 m above sea level, so it is a little warmer. Especially since there is cold beer everywhere. Where I am, a cold beer is something unusual, only warm beer is sold here, or as I say "soup".
Here I still have to tell a lot about this village, otherwise not all readers can imagine this village. As I said, it's in the highlands, that's unusual for me, because I'm a flatlander. Where I come from is 140 m above sea level. That's a big difference. It's hot for me in summer, the maximum was 42 degrees Celsius. In Kenya I barely get to 28 degrees and when it gets that warm everyone lies around gasping for breath. That’s where it’s going to be pleasant for me.
The winter is terrible for that. It can snow and freeze for me. Temperatures can drop to over minus 20 degrees. Lakes freeze over, which makes us happy, because we can then ice skate. That is fun! Cars freeze over, almost as if the cars refused to function in the cold. That's a big difference. Here in the Kenyan highlands it gets fresh, but not cold, in any case not as cold as at home.
Water, i.e. drinking water, is a big problem in Kenya. This is unusual for me as a European. We Europeans don't know that! Austria is a land of mountains. The drinking water for Vienna is brought from the Rax. The Rax is a mountain range in the Northern Limestone Alps in northern Styria and southern Lower Austria. The Rax reaches its highest point in the Heukuppe at 2007 m. It is part of the Rax-Schneeberg Group and is one of Vienna's local mountains. From there the drinking water is transported to Vienna via a pipeline. So we Viennese have fresh water! That does not exist here.
There is a road in this village called a highway. For us Europeans this is not a highway, but a federal road. And there are plenty of federal highways. The roads here are not paved, that is not possible for a European, for us every road has to be paved.
There is no garbage disposal here! The rubbish is lying around everywhere. This is a hearth for mice and rats, diseases come from there!
When I take the bus, there is a sign on the side of the road, hardly legible, actually not legible at all, should it ever have been legible. I have to ask what it says. You knew it without looking! "Here is the name of the village!" I don't have it and I will never be able to read it.
This is the village. Not that bad. As we Austrians say, nothing is fixed. And that's especially true here. Everything is stolen! Sometimes I really have to laugh at what is stolen here. Nothing is safe! And everyone wants something. I only met someone yesterday, his first statement was: "What do you have for me!" It is prayed down here like our Father's in the Church.
A.town hustler army,
Tupo japo atuvumi,
A.town sio miami,
Dogo Janja Kamanda,
Like coplo ndamanga, watoto wa mama leo tunawavisha kanga,
dogo huyo
mpigie chours nini dogo achane anajua or right
The poorest man is not that one without money but that one without people (African Proverb)
Mtu maskini zaidi sio mtu asiye na fedha lakini kwamba mmoja bila watu (mthali wa Afrika)
As already mentioned, there is a lot of stealing in this village. I was interested in this phenomenon, and because it interested me, I asked about it.
"Why is so much stolen here?"
The answer made me a little suspicious.
"Because we are poor!"
That is of course an answer, but the question arises, is it the right answer? For my part, I cannot accept this answer. Why? That would mean that everything is allowed for the poor, everything is excused.
Crabbe writes: "I'll never look around my temples again
flakes
The precious head's thin silver locks:
The humble look in the hours of prayer,
Full of courage, full of strength, is gone.
But he is blessed! lament no more, heart,
And bear your pain in quiet poverty."
Poverty can't be an excuse! Kenya in particular is not a poor country. Kenya is an economic powerhouse in East Africa. It's true that life has gotten harder instead of better for many people in recent years.
Financial bubbles, economic crises, unemployment, dying industrial regions,
declining residential ghettos, jobs from which one cannot live, poverty in old age, insecurity ... - all this overshadows our everyday life and scares us. We are all afraid and we are all suffering, some in Kenya, others in Austria. Nothing is easy, everything is difficult.
The problem is the same everywhere: wealth is unequally distributed.
Many a rich man, who made little effort, made his business flourish, but with a scythe and a shovel
Many a busy poor devil
Standing sweating at his work
So that he could find something to nibble on.
So don't complain: it's for virtue
Not much space in big states.
With the greatest possible comfort
to live,
To shine in war and yet strive, To be free of vices will never be
To be something other than utopia.
Pride, luxury and deceit
Must be for a nation to thrive.
And this poem says it all.
Poverty is not a natural phenomenon, poverty is made. And who makes them? Of course, the rich! If they weren't rich, we wouldn't be poor. The poor work for the wealth of corporations. Even in the richer countries, capitalism is far from being as innovative as it now claims to be, and there, and where it is, innovation is less and less designed to promote the common good. It is enjoyment that makes us happy, not possessions. (Michel de Montangue)
It is a shame that the poor suffer under a legal system where influence, wealth and bribery often count for more than the truth.
The fight for the top is murderous. Only victory counts. And victory means life: wealth, luxury, women. And the rich fight.
Nazidi kupanda navuta na muda nazidi kimbiza na wida na shada nazidi kuvuta,
Nipe kipaza nipate kumeck makaki,
Nishike ni mic bunduki,
We see, of course, that all goods are the result of the application of human labor. Especially here in Kenya, where the industry is mainly agriculture, corn, potatoes, timber and fruit differ in that they are the result of the different application of labour. In fact, the products cost different amounts and amounts of human energy. If someone, instead of producing on the land, processes or transports a product or provides other needed services to the community, he offers his work to others without first mixing it with the work on the land. But since he must have these essential products of labor (grain, potatoes, wood, fruit, etc.), his services actually constitute a part of these concrete products for him. So you see,
Bado mshabiki mkubwa wa kazi ya Mungu
Ila kama nakuweza sikungoji nakupa kubwa wangu
Life yangu movie, na mindo director
Hata ukinielekeza sio kitu inakuwa extra
Let's leave that, it's going too far. Let me come back to the people of this village. They work hard, long hours and apparently without tiring. I watched them, they are strong people. I couldn't do it, let alone keep it up, I'm too weak for that. Maybe before I could have, when I was young and strong, now that I'm old I'm just weak. But whatever? So life is! First uphill, then downhill. In the bible it says: we come from the dust, we become dust. Are we glad that it is so, because if we lived forever there would be no renewal.
Making money was the plan oh
and we go get am pass jagaban oh
girl I'll always hold you down oh
Anytime that you feel down oh
mama say girl make you settle down oh
girl I say I don't get you down oh
Put a smile make you no dey frown oh
Say no one can pull you down oh
See me sing say
Win-win-win, win-win-win
We go dey, win win win
If they no like, well they know oh
Win-win-win, win-win-win
Win-win-win
If they no like, well they know oh
Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise (Victor Hugo) Hata usiku wa giza zaidi utaisha na jua litachomoza (Victor Hugo)
It's really strange here in Kenya. I have to say. I'm going back to the doctor. A somewhat strange conversation takes its course.
The doctor says: "3000."
What do I have: "2000."
What am I missing: "1000."
That is all. It's like everywhere else here, everyone is talking about money.
Ikipanda ni balaa Ikishuka ndo hatari Asijepata madhara Akaikosa na hali
Life goes on, so don't waste your time worrying about your mistakes. Learn and grow (unknown)
What do Europeans know about Africa? That's a good question. A lot of them don't know, I have to admit. Let me explain with a small example.
Two friends are sitting in the bar. Where else? What strikes me is that the bar comes up very often for me. Strange!
One friend asks: "Do you know where Africa is?"
The other friend replies, "I don't know, but it can't be far."
"Oh? Why?"
"We have a Negro at work who bikes to work every day."
That describes quite well the knowledge of the Europeans about Africa.
I have to admit, though, that I didn't know a lot either! Shame on me! I can't know everything! Only idiots know everything.
Here is a short excerpt about Africa.
Africans were the masters of science. It has always been like this. The Moors, utilizing the sciences of Kemet, developed it to the point where they mastered the science of seafaring, cartography, navigation and piracy. During that centuries-long period, no European nation dared to mess with them. The career of pirates was successful. These Moorish adventurers grew rich and their strong places on the Barbary coast became populous and well organized. When we think of pirates today, we see a European face. This identity has also been whitewashed. The Africans have again been given a subordinate role in their own history. And Spain and Portugal, who are the first European nations to flourish, have benefited
Since the Afrikaans were once the largest and at the same time wealthiest people on earth, they have always been constant targets of other emerging civilizations in other regions who waged wars against them. They fought valiantly to keep the invaders out of the Afrakan continent, unfortunately cracks appeared over the centuries that caused many people to start fleeing from Kemet and Khanit (Nubia) to other parts of the continent. This follows a major paradigm shift that took place in -525 before Christian mythological rule, particularly when the Persians finally broke their resistance in a mighty battle which Africans sadly lost, and later around -332, when Al Yskander (Alexander) of Macedon again broke into Kemet (Egypt).
In this way, these events will trigger even greater outbursts of African populations who did not want to be ruled by these successive waves of foreign oppressors, and that really started what I call the African dark ages, including the effects of those dark ages that unfortunately still exist endure, albeit slowly ending, but in which:
Afrikaans across the continent and in the diaspora have completely forgotten how great they still are and how imitated and copied endlessly.
They have completely forgotten that they civilized the world and that there would be no modern world without what the Africans brought with them.
They have forgotten that many museums in Europe and America are filled with the remains of our ancestors, the art of our ancestors and the wealth of our ancestors.
They forgot that Afrikaans art and architecture inspired Greek and Roman art and architecture.
They forgot that they taught Europeans what it means to be civilized, that they taught Pythagoras mathematics, that they taught Hippocrates the art of medicine, that they taught Socrates the art of philosophy and that they taught many other scholars in Europe who revered those great Afrikaans ancestors like Imhotep or Tehuti for their wisdom and brilliance, even for thousands of years after their death.
They forgot that most world religions are nothing more than plagiarism and copies of Afrikaans spirituality and that these religious foundations were stolen from Afrikaans and then bought back to Afrikaans when Afrikaans had completely forgotten who they were.
Many Africans and people of African descent today suffer from a great deal of amnesia for which no one but the Afrikaans themselves need to be cured of this devastating disease, the implications of which are what can be done. Let's call "the dark Afrikaans age, in which Afrikaans was mainly concerned with their survival and which unfortunately forgot most of what they had learned and known in the previous millennia, such as in Taseti (Kemet / Nubia ).
Where does the name Africa come from?
According to historians, the name Africa originated at the end of the 17th century. The name was originally only used to refer to the northern parts of Africa. Africa was not named after the Roman conqueror Scipio Africanus. Over the centuries and millennia, the African continent has been given many names. Some of the names are Kemet, Kush, Alkebulan, Ethiopia etc. Many historians have said that the name 'Africa' was given by Romans who named the continent after the Berber tribe that lived in the region of Carthage, now called Tunisia. The Berber lived on the opposite side of the Mediterranean Sea.
Historians have taught that the Romans called the region Afri-Terra, meaning 'the land of the Afri'. And from Afri-Terra they would have formed the only word 'Africa'.
During this time colonialism was in practice, Europeans roamed Africa and ruled over their people as slave masters. This influenced the name change from Alkebulan to Africa. The word Africa was initiated by the Europeans and made its way into the Romans after the three Punic battles (264 BC to 146 BC) led by Publius Cornelius Scipio and the people of Carthage, present-day Tunisia West. Various theories suggest that the word Africa is of both Greek and Latin origin. The Greek word 'Phrike' means cold and horror and the Latin word 'Aprica' means sunny.
On the contrary, other historians hold a different position and opinion in this regard. They suggest that the 'ica' suffix could also mean 'the land of the Afri', just as the Celtae or Celts of France are referred to as Celtica.
Many also believe that the name Africa was a misinterpretation of what the Berbers called their homeland. The Berbers referred to their homeland as 'Ifri' which means cave and signified that the Berbers were cave dwellers.
What made these Roman accounts credible was the fact that the name Africa had been used in Rome for centuries, although it was only used for North Africa. That was the Roman theory.
The Phoenician theory says otherwise. Historians preferring the Phoenician theory believe that the term 'Africa' comes from two Phoenician words 'friqi' and 'pharika'. The two words mean corn and fruit, so historians have assumed that the Phoenicians called Africa 'the land of corn and fruit'.
This theory would make sense, because really the Phoenicians, who live in modern-day Lebanon, Syria, and Israel, often sailed across the Mediterranean to trade with their ancient Egyptian neighbors. The Nile Valley in Egypt was once very fertile and has been called the breadbasket of Africa, with bountiful harvests of fruits and grains.
There is still the weather theory. There are historians who have attributed the name 'Africa' to the continent's climate. They like the name 'Africa' with the Greek word 'aphrikē' which means 'the land free from cold and horror'.
Many others believe that the name 'Africa' may have come from a Roman word 'aprica' meaning 'sunny' or another Phoenician word 'far' meaning 'dust'.
And the Africus theory assumes and claims that Africa got its name from Africus, a Yemeni chief who lived around the second millennium BC. invaded North Africa. He is said to have named one of his established settlements in the newly conquered lands 'Afrikyah'.
This theory could be called far-fetched, not particularly credible.
The geographic theory of some historians claims that the name of the continent comes from distant India and was brought by the traders. Literally meaning 'a place that comes after', from the Sanskrit and Hindi word 'Apara' or Africa. When viewed in a geographic context, it means 'a place in the West'.
Geographically, the Horn of Africa is most likely the first land reached by the explorers crossing the Indian Ocean west from southern India.
The Egyptian origin of the name Africa, some credible historians have claimed, Africa never got its name or idea from any Arab, Greek, Roman, Hindu or Caucasian group. They claim that the word 'Africa' is native to the continent.
The Romans and Greeks only used this name after their contact with the African people. And these contacts with Africa happened during the Greek conquest of Egypt and the Roman conquest of Egypt and North Africa.
However, historians from several continents have spoken out against this propagated African name
According to another school of thought, the name Africa has been around since before the Romans invaded the country. According to Motosoko Pheko, an African historian, he writes: 'The name of Africa Alkebulan has been interpreted to mean mother of nations or mother of mankind, but Africa is also one of the oldest names of this continent.' He further argues that the idea that the name Africa was never popular and created by the Romans is utterly wrong. He supports his point by pointing out that in 332 BC the Greeks occupied Africa, followed by the Romans in 30 BC. The Greeks already knew Africa by the name of Africa. He adds that the name Africa had different pronunciations due to Africa's linguistic diversity. It is valued, that there are over 6,000 languages worldwide, of which over 3,000 come from Africa. In his essay he writes: 'The Greeks used to call Africa' Aphrike, since they could not pronounce the existing name Af-Rui-ka.
Additionally, some African historians have suggested that the name Alkebulan is unrelated to the name Africa. These scholars claim that the said name Alkebulan is neither of Arabic origin nor has the meaning. The word Alkebulan in Arabic, Al is a prefix leaving only Kebulan as a word, and until now the word does not exist in Arabic, they claim.
According to historian Ivan Van Sertima, the term 'Afru-ika' means 'place of birth' or 'motherland'. The term 'Af-rui-ka' means 'to face the opening of the ka, the womb or place of birth'.
Another Egyptian theory about the source of the name Africa comes from the name of the 4th dynasty pharaoh, Kh-afre.
It is believed that modern Egyptologists and historians mixed up the order of the hieroglyphs (ancient Egyptian script) and wrote 'Kh-afre' instead of the original 'Afre-kh' written by the ancients which meant Africa.
If someone says it's raining and another one it's saying it's dry, it's not your job to quote them both. Your job is to look out the fucking window and find out who's true. (Journalism 101)
I'm going back to the hospital. A different one this time, one that creatine kinose. It's a long way, but if you want something that isn't so easy to do, you have to put up with a lot.
The hospital is a private hospital near the city limits. A lot of white people come here to get treatment. I've never been there, it's the first time. The procedure is a bit strange.
"Have you been here before?" the lady asks me.
I have to say no.
The procedure begins.
I show her my insurance card. She takes it and writes down my name and insurance number.
"What's her phone number?"
I tell her.
"You got a message on your phone now, tell me what it says."
There really is a message. Instead of telling her, I hand her the phone.
Then come the fingerprints. I feel like I'm with the police, fixing the person! Haven't gone through it yet, but that's how it is here. Then there are a few other messages, each time I show her the message, each time she writes it down, types it into the computer. That takes some time. I look around, some people are there, waiting. Some older white men are there, they come, they go to the registration, which is called "Customer Care" here. There are also two young white women, maybe Dutch. However, the majority of patients are black.
The procedure is over. I am admitted as a patient!
Not far away, about five steps away, is a table with a lady sitting behind it, I have to go to her. I got a ticket, I have to give it to her. It says my name and a few other things. What puzzles me is that she asks my name. That strikes me as odd. I risk a look at the paper. It's true, the name is barely legible, even for me, I should know my name! Blood pressure is measured, my weight is determined. It's more or less all OK.
And again comes the question; "What do you wish?"
I'll explain. She sends me to the lab. There's a young man in the lab. I have to explain to him, of course I have what I need. He's hammering away at the computer.
"You need to see a doctor," he says.
"After the result, now that's not necessary," I mean.
He says something I don't understand.
He goes away, I follow.
Now I'm in a room, at the doctor's. It's a white guy.
"Have a seat!" he says.
I sit down. He has something to do, fills out a form.
"Give me two minutes!"
I give it to him.
Then he is fertility and he turns to me. He also has trouble deciphering my name. He asks me what my name is. I tell him my name.
"You are German?"
"No, Austrians!"
"Ah!" he exclaims, "Austria and Germany have something in common!"
Maybe he meant Hitler, maybe. I answer: "Yes, the language!"
The doctor grins.
And now comes the question of all questions, the mother of all questions. "What do you wish?"
Now there are a number of possible answers. One possible answer would be to be healthy. Another answer would be to be young again! But no, I tell him I need the value of the creatine cinose. He asks me why. I explain it to him. He listens, nods his head, writes.
"You live here, in this town?" he asks me.
"Not directly in this city, a bit away, but in this area."
"What are you doing?"
Good question. What am I doing? One nonsense after another! I could say and that would also be the truth. "I'm a tourist."
He lights me up. "Who do you live with?"
"With my wife!"
Well, finally that's done, I can go to the lab.
Nimetokea Kigogo mpaka hii leo mi natamba
Mi sio Brotherman, kwa Jeans naweza weka kamba
Hawajui mchezo wangu ok ni samba
Usiniuzie Cheni feki, ntakupa Pesa ya bandia
Ukijidai unanisnitch, ntajifanya sijakuskia
Poa yataingilia shoto, halafu ntayatolea kulia
Huwezi ukajiua kwa kubana pumzi yako utaumia
The lab result takes 45 minutes. Not too long. i'm going to eat There's a restaurant just around the corner. A restaurant by whites for whites. Relative expensive. In a calm neighborhood. I order a chicken schnitzel. Not bad that this is here. And cold beer! am i in heaven Is the waiter the Archangel Gabriel? The food is gorgeous! I particularly enjoy this part of the day. After the meal I drink another beer. It's just too good. In Austria there is a song where Wolfgang Ambris sings: "Pinch me, I think I'm dreaming... Can someone slap me in the face so that I can tell if I'm drunk..." That's roughly how I feel.
Mwache alale kwako kwangu mimi alete fedha
Lia na moyo wako, moyo wangu mi ni Leather
Wenzako washanikubali, kitambo nimewapoteza
Brotherman kuwa makini, demu wako kankonyeza
The 45 minutes go by quickly. Everything that is beautiful is over quickly.
The result is not there yet. I'm told he'll be there in the next 45 minutes. That's too long for me. I ask the good man to send me the findings. He agrees and I'm going home.
Makini kuandika rhymes ka kuvuka barabara
Wananchi washanikubali, we boya fata msafara
Nimeteka masharo na magangsta sio masihara
Temeke, Kinondoni mpaka sasa nipo Ilala
Dada zako wananifata eti wananipenda sana
Hapo mwanzo walintizama, hawakunitizama tena
Eating and drinking in Kenya
Chakula na Vinywaji nchini Kenya
Travel and tell no one, live a true love story and tell no one, live happily and tell no one, people ruins beautiful things. (Khalil Gibran)
I can't get past that. I like good food and drink. We don't need to say much about my drinking preferences, a lot has already been said. We'll deal with drinking later, now comes the food.
I have a message
Congratulations
I have a message for you, oh
God has sent me to you, oh
I have a message for you, oh oh oh
God has sent me to you
lists
The travel guide (www.derreisefuehrer.com) says the following:
"Local beef, chicken, lamb and pork are exceptionally good. Seasonal trout, Nile perch, lobster, shrimp or Mombasa oysters are also available depending on the season. Some game park lodges serve game, including buffalo steak marinated in local liquor and garnished with berries and often with wild honey and cream. The staple foods of most Kenyans are corn, including cornmeal, and beans. In the small hotelis, chai (tea boiled with milk and sugar) and mandazi (fritters) are very popular . In Nairobi and Mombasa you will find a wide range of restaurants, in the smaller towns there are mostly restaurants in the hotels."
I can't really agree with that, I've had different experiences. What is certainly true is that the main food is corn, in the form of cornmeal, i.e. ugali. Nothing works without Ugali! I once cooked something Austrian, offered to try it, but was politely declined, with the comment that if it wasn't Ugali, it wouldn't be eaten.
Let's get to the meat. This is contradictory. One thing is very clear, the meat is better than in Europe. For that I put my hand in the fire. The problem lies elsewhere. It's the preparation! Not long ago I had ordered a mutton, yama choma, as it is called here, meaning a roast. I was really looking forward to this dish, but only as long as the dish wasn't mine. In short, I couldn't chew the fried meat, it felt like a bubble gum! When I bit into it, the flesh expanded in all possible directions, and when I took my teeth apart, it drew back to its original shape. Damn difficult to eat something like that!
With beef it's a little different. The meat here isn't chewing gum, it's hard as stone! It is not possible to chew. I'm just wondering how can I digest this? Some say that the bowel movement doesn't really work out, now I know why!
Fish, lapia, is damn good! As far as I know it comes from Lake Victoria. I like to eat very much.
I don't know any of the other dishes mentioned.
I usually eat ugali with greens, i.e. spinach or kel; Rice with beans, black or brown. As we say: Every little bean makes a little sound. Not the real one either! But damn good for that. To make a long story short, I hardly eat meat, there are only a few cooks who can prepare the meat in such a way that it is edible. And yes, there are good cooks. It is also possible to find a needle in a haystack, although this is rather impossible.
Let's get drinking.
So let the glasses clink,
And glad to sing us;
The soldier is a man
Life just a span,
The soldier must drink and sing. (Othello).
A big issue in Kenya. Beer is expensive. Not everyone can afford that. I like beer, as everyone knows. Kenyans drink liquor, gin, vodka, whiskey. Many do not drink for pleasure, just as I love and drink beer. Many Kenyans drink these highly alcoholic beverages to numb themselves.
There are people whose changeable traits
Express every tender heartbeat,
Love, hope, pity radiate,
Like pictures of a blank mirror surface.
But cold prudence knows the colors of the soul
To surround with an outside
Covers the evil deceit with her veil. (Duo)
Life is not easy, sometimes it is necessary to numb yourself. These drinks are also cheaper than beer!
Soda is also mentioned. There is no soda as we know it from here. Soda (carbonated water), this is what a lemonade is called, i.e. Cola, Fanta, Sprite,... Soda is everywhere. Everyone demands it. "Buy me a soda!" This is like the Amen in prayer!
There is hardly any water here. It must be bought. The groundwater is polluted and cannot be drunk. In some districts, trucks with drinking water drive through the area to bring fresh water to the people.
These are my experiences in Kenya.
Am now used to the haters, I don't care what they say
Ona washaunga tera, coz nimepanda at
Hey! Man the best, risasi haipiti hata nikivaa Vest
I'm the king of the rap nimenewi maintain
Nobody can stop, we mbishi hauta gain
Thinking is difficult, that's why most people judge. (Carl Jung)
Today I want to work on a rather difficult chapter: The economy.
This topic is dry as the desert.
Many a rich man who made little effort / brought his business to a flourishing level / while with a scythe and a shovel / quite a few industrious poor devils / stood sweating at their work / so that they could find something to nibble on.
So don't complain: there's not much room for virtue in big states. / With the greatest possible comfort
to live, / to shine in war and still strive, / to be free from vices will never be / anything other than utopia. / Pride, luxury and deceit / Must be for a people to prosper.
Let's start with Kenya.
Kenya's Nominal GDP was USD 24,509.1m in 2020-09, down from the previous figure of USD 24,815.1m for 2020-06. The data hit an all-time high of USD 27,233.8m in 2020 -03 and a record low of $8,799.1 million in 2009-03.
In addition, in comparison to the GDP of Austria:
Austria (USD mn) 112,635.8
That just for example.
Seen in this way, Austria is doing quite well.
Life over the past year has become more expensive month by month. Starting with prices rising 0.8 percent in January, inflation rose to 2.0 percent in March, climbed to 2.8 percent in May and rose to 4.3 percent in December. Calculated over the year, this results in inflation of 2.8 percent, reports Statistics Austria. This is the highest value in ten years. With this value, annual inflation in 2021 was almost twice as high as in the two previous years. Annual inflation was 1.4 percent in 2020 and 1.5 percent in 2019. In 2011 and 2008, however, annual inflation was already much higher at 3.3 percent and 3.2 percent respectively. Housing, water and energy were primarily responsible for the current price increase – an average of 5.4 percent more had to be paid for them. Spending on transport and housing alone accounted for three-fifths of inflation. It is therefore hardly surprising that almost 600,000 people in Austria are overburdened with their housing costs. The situation will worsen in the coming months. In addition to the explosive increases in energy costs, rent increases will be added in the coming months. In Austria, people have to spend more than 40% of their income on housing. According to the EU definition, this is considered overload. In addition to the explosive increases in energy costs, rent increases will be added in the coming months. In Austria, people have to spend more than 40% of their income on housing. According to the EU definition, this is considered overload. In addition to the explosive increases in energy costs, rent increases will be added in the coming months. In Austria, people have to spend more than 40% of their income on housing. According to the EU definition, this is considered overload.
So, it doesn't look really good.
There is not only a difference of degree, but of essence, between a quite primitive economy and a developed form of economy. For while from the point of view of consumption there is only a transition to a little more wealth, production, the decisive factor, is fundamentally changed. The state must intervene in economic life to help the poor. The state should do that, but it doesn't. This is a key weak point. According to this reading, social policy should at best ensure that the differences do not become too great and endanger social cohesion. After all, according to the principles of humanism, every human being, even those who create little or nothing, has the right to basic services. However, this also defines the limits of state redistribution: it must not correct the market distribution so much that it discourages personal initiative and the will to perform and thus causes the decisive engine of economic development to stutter. Today, the clearest expression of inequality between people is the capitalist economy on our planet. This can be observed quite well in Kenya, but also in Austria. Today, the clearest expression of inequality between people is the capitalist economy on our planet. This can be observed quite well in Kenya, but also in Austria. Today, the clearest expression of inequality between people is the capitalist economy on our planet. This can be observed quite well in Kenya, but also in Austria.
Change the world (BB)
With whom would the legal person not sit together
to help the law?
What medicine tastes too bad
The dying?
What lowliness do you not begin to
Eradicate lowliness?
could you finally change the world
for what reason
Would you be too good?
Who are you?
sink into dirt
Embrace the butcher, though
Change the world, it needs it.
If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh. Otherwise they'll kill you. (Oscar Wild)
I love the matatu. Strange. I can't stand them from the outside, only when I'm inside them, but not always then. What is wrong with me? I like to sit comfortably. Who does not? Sometimes this is possible, sometimes not! Although I sometimes even prefer that uncomfortable sitting position. Contradiction follows contradiction! I have to explain that.
Nilianza game walijua peni ikizidi nitaacha... baadae sana
Ah, walizani na'come na kupotea eti wameanza wao mimi ...baadae sana
ni.nimewapita natamani kuwangonja kufikia mahali nilipo mmh ... baadae sana
yeah, muteweza hii kichwa hizi fikra huu ukuta kuuvuka mbinde... baadae sana
ah, kuchanganya kanye jigga weezy kwenye ngoma yangu hii kitu sio .... baadae sana
ah, magazeti na TV kuhusu HIV kwamba itaisha leo....baadae sana
ah, hata malaya alizaliwa na bikira so tumia mpira uishi ufe..... baadae sana
ah, mimi ni kijana nipo nipo nini majukumu mambo yakuvuta jiko..... baadae sana
aiseee
I am once again on the road with a Matatu. I sit comfortably, look at the area, the people getting in and out. It really is a pleasant ride. The ferry doesn't drive particularly fast, he collects the people who are standing on the side of the road waiting for a transport. It's particularly pleasant today, the sun is shining and that's good for everyone. Only when the bus is full does it race along. That doesn't bother anyone, people are used to it here, only the mzungu trembles.
We have arrived! I try to get out, my knees are still shaking a little, when the first one falls towards me.
"Nairobi?"
"Habana," I reply.
He doesn't really believe it, it's only when I've gotten off that he sees that I don't have any , only then does he leave. No business for him.
But that doesn't stop the others. They rush towards me from all sides. I just wave it off. Of course it's a lie, I'm going to Nairobi, but I want to choose the vehicle in peace.
I go back a few steps, there's a Matatu, I get in. After 10 minutes we leave.
yeah
Sssssss, kuacha hii kitu inavonipeleka mbali kichwa.... baadae sana
walivo sura umbika mgongo ita mimi kukataa wito kwenda.... baadae sana
kama ni happy najichana sana mi sijui kesho zitaisha leo.... baadae sana
ah,si mi najua mwanzo na kati ni vipi ni stunt hadi nifike mwisho.... baadae sana
ah, kama ni demu muongopee yeye akijua wewe yupo nobody is .... baadae sana
nitapeli na mimi nikuzulumu tukijashindwana huko mbele.... baadae sana
ah, kama kuiba tunaiba so sana, kujipanga wakijua huko.... baadae sana
Bhitz ni army, na rapper tino hili tatizo kulitatua ni.... baadae sana
aisee
Sitting here is much more comfortable, the seats are not lined up as close together as in the previous vehicle, which is much more pleasant. The knees don't hurt that much! I'm sitting in the back. That too is pleasant. The ferry driver should be related to Michael Schumacher, so he races along.
U'super star vazi la kuazima so mimi nime'buy yangu mpaka iishe.... baadae sana
sana, sneaker jeans na fulana za ujana kufulia du.... baadae sana
kuacha ngumu, utaachwa mpaka ujue mapenzi upofu huna cha kughai.... baadae sana
mi kwako nini mwenzako atapata lini mpaka ujue faida yangu.... baadae sana
si ni maisha inapanda na kushuka ikishuka tu kurudi juu.... baadae sana
tumeingia kwenye giza na tumepotea siku tukijua njia.... baadae sana
heey baadae haterz, haterz oh yeah baadae Mr. daddy my Brother saa baada ya sister ibada ya jamaa mimi na nyinyi tena.... baadae sana
The street is widened. One construction site after the other. One pothole after another. I don't pay attention, it's not good for me. I make a dent in the roof of the matatu with my head. Now the knees no longer hurt, now the head hurts! Insignificant! Dent or not, who cares? The driver knows no mercy, he races on. Maybe he thinks he's at the Nürburgring? Or is he on the run?
After bumping into the matatu's ceiling several times, probably causing irreparable damage, I'm finally able to get out.
ah ah ahhaa baadae yo.... ah ah ahhaa baadae sana
ah ah ahhaa baadae yo.... ah ah ahhaa baadae sana
ah ah ahhaa baadae yo.... ah ah ahhaa baadae sana
ah ah ahhaa baadae yo.... ah ah ahhaa baadae sana
But it's not over yet. The madness continues! The next Matatu. A small vehicle. Tight and uncomfortable! I do not like! But in this case yes.
There's definitely more room for an anchovy in a tin than I do. My legs are in my way! I don't mind! Why? Sitting to my left and right are two beautiful women. One a woman, the other a girl. Not interesting! They are beautiful, that's important. And I happier in between. What a ride! Splendid! It doesn't take long for me to notice that the elder is looking at me out of the corner of her eye. Two seconds later, her head sinks onto my shoulder. Not bad either! I pray that we take a detour. The distance is about 4 kilometers, who cares I figure, if there's a traffic jam, the driver might avoid the traffic jam, go to Mombasa, find a clear way back.
That's what I like so much. A cramped, small vehicle, with many people piled in like anchovies in a can. And me between two beautiful women! Is there anything more beautiful?
What else can I tell you? Well, my wife is mad. I'm used to that. She's always mad, especially at me! Haven't done anything! And she's mad!
"As you can see from!"
"How do I look?" I am shocked.
"Your cheeks are red!"
"It's from the sun!"
"Aha! Sun!"
"Yes what else?"
"Not from the two women?"
"What women?"
"You sat between two women!"
"Really?"
"Don't say you didn't notice!"
"I have not!"
"And the red cheeks? Where are they from?"
"Of the sun, where else? You will have noticed that the sun shone on my face. It made me hot!"
"Aha, and am I supposed to believe that?"
"Of course, it's the truth!"
My wife, Mombasa and I.
It doesn't matter what we've been made of, but what we make of what we've been made of. (Jean Paul Satre)
He who delights in solitude is either a wild beast or a god. (Nietzsche)
I have mentioned her before, my wife, now it is time to elaborate on her. We all want to know who we're dealing with.
A woman is - for a man - always an unknown being. A man just can't understand a woman. Would be too much to ask. There are a few men in history that we would like to name here. A gentleman named Caesar who went to England and Americanized the natives. Cicero, who opposed a man named Catilica and thus put an end to the gangster mischief for all time. And, Virgil, who was kind of very beautiful. Then there were men like Homer, Sophocles and Ayschylus who were quite important. men are important. As already indicated, the mind of man deals with the mysteries of savagery and the unknown. That's why he - the man - also deals with women, because they are, and always will be, the unknown. While the man deals with his ego, where are the adjectives that describe him, that finally make him unique? Who was, am, will I? Am I actually the one who can be described by any adjectives? Are deviations still possible? Am I still possible as an individual? We men have different thoughts than women! That has to be recorded!
Shombo nyingi zaidi ya soko la samaki
Ferry inangoja hata beberu hanipati
Buheri wa afya, hofu juu yako
Merci beaucoup, njoo uongee na cousin yako
Naenda kazini wakati wanaenda vitandani
Sio salama. sio salmini na silali ka vitani
Hakuna imani kwa ma-snitch mwana
Njoo na panga ukute shoka ka zamani zama
Bastola na glasi ya vodka lazima kuwe na sadaka
Madeni lazima yalipwe hata mdaiwa asipotaka
Another day, another dollar (aa mi mchaga mwingine)
Siku nyingine, hela nyingine
Sio kicheche mwingine
The women, they are the happiness in our lives. Goethe wrote: "... they spin and weave, happy days in earthly life..." That's how he wrote it, or something like that. I think he was married too. The poor! You can also see it a little differently. I saw in our day an angel of the Annunciation who pretended to chase our dear lady out of her chamber, with movements showing as much abuse as can be done to the most despicable enemy. But our dear wife looked as if she wanted to throw herself out of the window in desperation. Women are always looking for happiness and security, and that includes a man! So they are always looking for the right man. The real men, the right men, are on every corner of this earth, that is why God made this earth round. The women look for the corners, cannot find them, so they have to be satisfied with us too. It's not easy for her! The unfortunate women will, of their own free will, reveal their lewdness, their most shameful and secret deeds to men. Women have had problems since ancient times.
Seven women together have trouble catching a man, there are so many widows whose husbands are still alive. (Bernhard von Clairvaux to Pope Eugene III.) It's always about the man!
It was once realized to women that she hated all men. Men only bring problems: fathers, husbands, brothers, sons and priests - the priests are the worst of all, most of them notorious copulators and perverts, liars who use the church for their own purposes, although indeed there are some who do are saints. The priests and the other men rule the world and ruin it for the women. Of course, a man whose One-Eyed Monk is unlucky enough to be smaller shouldn't fight with the Jade Gate like a mare's. In nomine Patri et Spiritu sancti, absolvo tunum.
Again and again I have sought my consolation in love and found it, even if only for brief moments. Women have a very special trait, compassion. I value the female heart infinitely. No man can pity, understand, comfort like a woman, so that the whole world seems completely different. And there they are all the same, no matter where they come from, Europe, Africa, Asia... I will say it very clearly, if it weren't for the heart of women, there would be nothing to live for! "Women carry half of the sky," says a Chinese proverb. And the other half crushes us men! Women are strong! Much stronger than men!
Don't be fooled by the women you hear calling virtuous. They don't serve the same passions as we do, if you will, but they have other passions, and often far lower ones... There is ambition, pride, personal interests, and often the sheer coldness of a temperament that drives them to nothing.
So it's absolutely right to be careful! One is quickly lured into a trap. Do we owe such beings anything, I ask? Didn't they only follow the impulses of self-love? Is it then better, wiser, more useful to sacrifice to selfishness than to passions? For my part, I believe that one is worth as much as the other; and he who listens only to the latter voice is doubtless much more right, for it is the only organ of nature, while the other is but an expression of folly and prejudice. A single drop of semen squirted from this penis is more precious to me than the loftiest acts of a virtue I despise.
The adultery. We're not all angels, that's the hard truth. Adultery is everywhere, every day. It's not pretty, but yes, it's hard to prevent. Never did the men who made their laws think of committing adultery as a crime, and nearly all allowed women to live licentiously. Thomas More proves in his Utopia that it is to women's advantage to indulge in lust, and this great man's ideas were not always dreams. Thomas More, a man for all seasons. King Henry VIII had him beheaded for not authorizing his divorce. This man must be taken seriously.
There must have been women like that too. Perhaps the man had met one of those in earlier years; but since there was always another, more willing one around, he hadn't bothered to sigh in vain for even a single day. There's always someone there! Turn around and you will see. It is not for nothing that women are also referred to as she-devils.
All of this is no longer valid for me. It's just not fun anymore. You can't get the women you want because you're too old. And with the others you don't feel like it. I guess I'm incapacitated. Age makes white. I like getting older because with age comes wisdom and that is more valuable to me than youth. And here's another piece of wisdom. In order to be happy in the common household, two concessions must be made to women: on the one hand, let them believe that they have their pants on and, on the other hand, they actually let them on. Make something out of it! On the other hand, I have to say that if you don't know love, you live happily. That may well be true, but a life without love? What kind of life is this?
The woman has the right
to climb the scaffold
She must also have the right
to climb the grandstand.
(»Declaration of the rights of women«
Paris Commune 1871)
Women are not easy. They see things differently than we see them. Help a woman out of the water and she will claim you fell in. It's really not easy with women.
comes the beat, here comes the beast
Mother, I'm still the best
Ukiniona kimya imani na mshindo una-trot
Vita kwa vina moHereney na auto in the bank
Kama ipo itafika tu, spika za nini kachaa
Mungu akitaka kukupa wala hakuandikii barua
We get money on the right things, and keep calm
Wenye kelele wote sio kings, kuwa na nidhamu
Tatizo la uongo ni kwamba milele haufiki mwisho
Ka kiporo utatudanganya na kesho
Malalamiko kibao ka mtoto wa kambo
Kuruka ruka haijawahi kuwa dawa ya ulimbo
Let's leave it, it's no use. Mombasa. First off, if there's anyone who expected I wouldn't be arrested. Too many people on the beach, in town, everywhere! My Divine Lady, I have to call her that, otherwise I won't have a minute's peace, and I took the train (SGR). Get up at 5:30 am, race to the train station, queue. security check. A long line of people is waiting. I, happier have no baggage, my wife has it! I'm tapped, apparently the good soldier suspects something forbidden. Anyway, he can't find it. Then the next check. ticket and passport. It's true, the ticket is for the old shit. But since I'm a foreigner, my passport is still checked by immigration. Everything OK. The next check. like at the airport, I have to go through a scanner. The people of course, what else! knock off I feel like a pancake. Everyone bangs on me. For me that's a bit too much. The Kenyans like it, I don't. Breakfast at the train station. I think it's called Paul's Café. Black coffee and Mandazi, unfortunately with sugar, I can't eat! The next 6 hours without food. never mind I'll hold on! If I can endure my wife, then these 6 hours without eating. never mind I'll hold on! If I can endure my wife, then these 6 hours without eating. never mind I'll hold on! If I can endure my wife, then these 6 hours without eating.
The wagon is full, there is no space left. The train leaves on time. It's a pleasant journey. The wheels roll quietly and evenly over the rails. The steady noise lulls you to sleep. I'm trying to sleep, which isn't easy on a train.
Mombasa. arrival on time. Sunshine, warm, muggy, just the way I like it. Taxi to the apartment. Long trip. I'm looking at the city. Makes a good impression. It should be noted here that the impression can be completely wrong. I was arrested in Mombasa last year. I did not forget it! It's quiet this time. No police on the beach. Peaceful! When the police come, there's only commotion. We move into the apartment. Hot. All windows closed, the air heavy and dry. The first thing I do, I open a window. Doesn't help much, but hope dies last.
What we soon find out is that there is nothing to shop in the vicinity. The nearest supermarket is 2 km away. We are hungry and thirsty. We are looking and luckily there is a hotel just 50m away. We rush in! We feel like we have walked through the Sahara. An ice-cold Pilsner is a must! The beer is so cold I think my throat freezes, but that's good! After a beer we order to eat.
The description said, and still does, 600 feet to the beach. We ask for directions. He is explained to us. We're going, we want to see the beach, it's too late for swimming. We walk and walk, walk on and on, can't find the beach. This is how it can happen. We go back to the hotel, freak out. As the sun disappears we go to the swimming pool. We want to get in the water, but the Watchman won't let us. After 6 pm swimming is forbidden! The guy got too much sun! what can i do that is kenya! Incidentally, only in Mombasa, in Nairobi or anywhere else does this nonsense not exist!
Is Mombasa worth a trip? Hard to say. It depends on what you expect and want to do. The beach is shallow and suitable for children and non-swimmers. There are few dangers. What we noticed, there are jellyfish! But that's natural in the sea. I didn't see much again, only the houses along the street, the hotels along the beach.
We won't stay long. We came on Friday, we're going back on Monday morning. I have the same problem again, no breakfast. At the station I drink a black coffee.
And then the surprise on the train. There is a menu. I didn't notice that on the way there. We order chicken with rice. Wasn't bad at all! That made a positive impression.
All in all, the trip to Mombasa wasn't bad. I really liked it. You shouldn't believe everything that is written. Experience is better and above all safer. They all lie, you know, if they tell the truth, very few people would come, so they tell fairy tales.
Think the worst of everyone and you think the true.
Ilikuwa poa tu, ilikuwa love tu
Ilikuwa safi kabla mkwanja hujaleta makuu
Ilikuwa shega tu, ilikuwa peace tu
Ulikuwa mzuka ghafla mkwanja ukaleta upuuzi
Love iko mbali, chuki mwanzo mwisho bro
Hata mi ni hater ka hunipendi hivyo hivyo bro
Ulete ubwege na nikupende, mi ni Yesu?!
Hakuna shavu la pili, toa wembe nitoe kisu
Bado mshabiki mkubwa wa kazi ya Mungu
Ila kama nakuweza sikungoji nakupa kubwa wangu
Life yangu movie, na mi ndo director
Hata ukinielekeza sio kitu inakuwa extra
