Trip to the Past

 Trip to the past -

It's difficult to go back in time. What do you expect from such a company? Maybe to be young again. That's hard to do. For me it was a trip down memory lane. I was there maybe 40 years ago. Not on vacation, I worked there. 40 years later I'm back. What has changed, changed?

I've grown old! Although that was not so sure and also not easy. I had to suffer then. Somehow I made it. And now I'm sitting on the plane, next to me the divine, excited as a chicken before slaughter. She is sitting by the window. The plane is full.

I say to the Divine, "That's an old plane."

"Why do you know that?" That would have to come, otherwise she has no rest.

"This is an outdated video device." And that's true, no touchscreen. Here I could remember being thrilled many years ago when I saw these devices for the first time, and on the same airline!

We fly. The divine is very calm, wide-eyed, looking out the window. We are gaining altitude, we have not yet reached cruising altitude. We still have to be buckled up. There, suddenly the Divine turns to me and says, "It really is an old plane."

Friendly as I am, I ask: "What do you mean?"

She replies dryly: "You can't even open the window!"

Good thing the fasten seat belt sign hadn't gone off yet, otherwise I would have fallen on the floor of the machine! Safety first! Did the captain know or suspect that?

Here's how to proceed.

I explain to her: "We'll get dinner soon!"

She: "It is written, snake, not dinner!" Did she get that from the Koran? Everything is written there. She just knows better. Typical divine!

It's gotten dark outside. It doesn't take long before dinner comes. I haven't lost my friendliness yet, I explain to her what's up.

"It's chicken or meat. You have to choose. I drink red wine, it's excellent."

"You have to tell the stewardess!"

What's the matter with her? Madame San gene suddenly so tame? The big mouth suddenly very subdued! Insanity! I should have made the trip earlier. I'm not looking forward to the food, just the red wine! A Carbanet Sauvignon! Not much, but tastes great.

"Would you like something to eat?" I ask now.

“What is there to choose from?”

"Yes or no!"

The food comes. We order chicken. I drink red wine, she drinks a tea! I'm amazed. At home any bottle of alcohol is not safe from her and here she is drinking tea! What a change!

As soon as everything is cleared, the captain begins the landing approach. We have arrived! The stewardess makes an announcement. The plane is still taxiing. Welcome to our destination. please stay

sit buckled until we have reached the final parking position

and the seat belt signs have gone out. Then you can push again and

shove as usual.”

We stay seated. Only the excited chicken wants out. I try to calm her down.

"Once the plane has come to a standstill, it will be at least 10 minutes before the door opens."

Everyone jumps up, takes their belongings, stands in the aisle and waits. I keep watching the movie I've barely seen. It takes time. Some sit down, others shift from one leg to the other. Perhaps it should be noted during the announcement that in the history of aviation a passenger has never managed to reach the gate before his plane. For some it's not fast enough. Then a memory comes to mind. I too was one of the fast band once, I couldn't wait for the door to open, and with good reason. I had had a beer before and it bothered me. I should have listened to the Austrian proverb that says a beer is never bought, only borrowed. I almost peed my pants at the last moment the door would be opened and everyone would rush out. The divine can no longer be held! We throw ourselves into the crowd. I feel like d'Artagnon, sword in hand, defending his beloved against the bishop's henchmen. We're finally out! A long walk. Somewhere a toilet, I use it. Better safe than sorry. I show the Divine the way, explaining that the first exit is transit. I have to go to the second exit. Unexpectedly many people. I've never been here! I just got past it. I've never seen so many people here. Where should we line up? A friendly lady helps. She says in this row, but this row is for local people and people who live here. The next row for foreigners. So what to do? We decide to switch lines have to fight against a stream of people, which is not bad, since we are leaving the health check behind us, quite unobtrusively. The wait begins. Maybe half an hour later we're through immigration.

"What's next?" asks the divine.

"Now we'll get the luggage, then we'll go to customs."

Like I said, I haven't been here yet. I know the old airport, which is still there, today is Terminal 1, domestic flights are made from there. I worked there about 40 years ago. It's a small airport. I think today the airline is the biggest in Africa and the best.

We find our luggage, look for the exit. It will be found soon. Another queue awaits us. line up again! Customs, the well-known creature. What can we expect here? The customs officer may ask: "Alcohol, cigarettes?"

I can only answer: "No, two coffees, please!"

Nothing goes on! Some try to push forward, are sent back. Some succeed! The divine reacts, she pushes herself to the man in front, no sheet of paper fits in between! That's too tight for me.

I ask: "What are you doing? Don't push yourself so close to the man!"

"We do it this way so that nobody can get in the way!"

I have to admit that I know that from road traffic. That's why there are so many traffic jams, because nobody wants to give in.

We're finally through there too. We're in the arrivals hall, it's just huge, maybe that's just how it seems to us, because it's almost deserted. Our driver is supposed to pick us up, no one is in sight. Some men are standing around, one is coming towards us. He asks what we are looking for. We tell him and he says that the driver is waiting outside, in the parking lot, then he shows us the exit, which is barely visible. It doesn't matter, because that was the wrong exit. We go out and have to go back the way. It's raining lightly, it's dark and cold. After a long search, with the help of a few people, we find our driver.

For me, who have been here before, is a shock. A lot has changed. The airport is still standing on the edge, and on the edge, something is wrong. You cross a street and you are in the city. Skyscrapers everywhere, construction going on everywhere, hustle and bustle everywhere. But of that later.

After 5 minutes drive we reach the hotel. It is full. It's a little surprising as our booking has been confirmed. Well, that's Africa! We will be taken to another hotel not far away. We go to the room, settle in, then rush down to the restaurant. The divine is hungry, I am thirsty. We sit in a corner, the waiter comes.

"ምን መብላት አለብህ?" (What is there to eat) I ask the good man. His eyes widen, he's startled. But the divine is even more frightened.

The waiter replies: "I'll bring the card!"

Before he leaves I order: "ሁለት ቢራ አንድ ካልት አምጡልን!" (Bring us two beers, one cold).

Now the waiter grins and rushes off.

The divine is speechless for several seconds. This is truly remarkable, because anyone who knows her knows that she can't keep her mouth shut. Finally the shock is over.

"What, you speak that language?"

"It's been almost 40 years, I've forgotten a few things!" I stack deep, better than show off Not much is left. Time has erased everything. Too bad, but that's life. I've also gotten older, brown hair has turned to grey, and in some places white hair. It got lighter on the head. I just hope this has nothing to do with the memory loss.

Recently I was in the pharmacy. "I'd like a pack of acetylsalicylic acid."

Then the pharmacist: "You mean aspirin?"

"Yes, exactly, I just can't remember that stupid word!"

Luckily, at least at school, I paid attention. And what's nice, I can still remember it.

We order a grilled chicken with rice and vegetables. It tastes good even though it looks strange.

The room is nothing special. I later found out that it costs US $51, much more than the room we booked.

After breakfast we get the message that we are moving to the booked hotel.

The room is huge, nice, with kitchen. We go away. For us everything is new. I am writing to you on purpose. As soon as we leave the hotel, the Divine asks me: "Where is the city?"

"We are here, in the city!"

"It's not the city!"

"Yes, it is the city!"

"I know the city better than you!"

To be honest, I would have been surprised if she had said otherwise. I prefer not to, she knows better!

We are looking for a restaurant. I have to admit, I was really looking forward to the meal here. After some searching we find one. We go in and sit down. The waiter comes running, again I ask him in his own language what's for dinner. He gives me a card. I do not understand a word! Everything is blown away. Two people are sitting in front of us, eating. I point to the two people, then show him I want to eat the same thing. He understood. He asks me if we want something to drink. There is no beer. I order Ambo Woha. (ambo water) The divine grins. "He understood you well!"

She's really great when she's kidding!

The food comes. Her eyes widen. On a huge plate, is it a plate? I don't know.

"That looks like gringo shit!"

"That's right," I reply, "but it's damn good!"

The "dog shit" is called Shiro here. And so that everyone can get an idea, here is the recipe.

Shiro is a lightly spiced mashed chickpea or bean that is especially favored by Ethiopians on fasting days. One of the humblest dishes you'll encounter can seem little more than a slop. Don't be fooled, it's delicious. Shiro is often prepared with the addition of chopped onions, garlic and, depending on regional variation, ground ginger or chopped tomatoes and chillies, further enhancing the flavor. Tegabino shiro is a type of shiro made from heavily seasoned legumes, chickpeas, field peas or field beans, flour, oil or butter and water, which are brought to a boil and then served to the table bubbling in a miniature clay pot.

I enjoy the food! it tastes good The divine tastes, grimaces.

"No Ugali there?"

"Not here! Ugali eat the chickens!"

"I can't eat that!"

"Then leave it! A few pounds less will do you good!"

I can be tough too.

Because we're about to eat. In the evening we go to a specialty restaurant. I want to do something good for the divine. Yes, it's an Ethiopian restaurant, with small chairs and small tables. I order doro wot, the national dish.

Wot is Ethiopia's version of curry and the ubiquitous companion to injera. While beef and goat are often used with wot, chicken — Doro in Amharic — reigns as the wot champion. Doro Wot is made from chicken drumsticks or wings and served in a spicy sauce made with butter, onions, chili, cardamom and berbere. Incongruously floating in the middle of this stew is a hard-boiled egg. It proves a delicious side dish - typically offered to a guest as a mark of respect. For Ethiopians, doro wot is the most popular celebratory meal during national and religious festivals (the day before, women carrying upside-down clucking chickens on their feet can be seen everywhere).

The Divine wrinkles her nose again, finds a chicken bone, wants to gnaw it off, but there's no meat! The meat is in Wot! I like it very much. The divine wails.

"There is nothing to eat here!"

I'm full!

As she whines I remember. My people used to take me to the hotel for lunch. One of those impossible sheds. That soon got on my nerves, not only that, the food wasn't great either, so I ask people if they could take me out? They took me, the restaurant was called or still is called Finfine. We sat at a table. Tesemma asked me : "What would you like to eat?"

Like the Divine, I had no idea, so I replied evasively, "What you eat, I eat too!"

"Can you do that?"

"I'll try it."

The waiter comes with this huge plate and puts it on the table in front of us. Something gray was up there. Everyone looked at me curiously.

Tesemma breaks the silence. "Do you know what that is?"

In the meantime I can imagine it.

"This is bread!"

Everyone is amazed that I know that.

Tesemma then told me that there was an American there recently who thought it was a napkin and stuffed it down his throat!

This is Injera. It's a sourdough flatbread like no other sourdough. It initially looks like a crepe, but then develops a unique porous and slightly spongy texture. The thin batter is poured onto the cooking surface, traditionally a clay slab over a fire but now more commonly a specialized electric injera stove, and the bottom remains smooth while the top develops many pores, making it ideal for ladling stews and sauces. And this is exactly how injera is used as a tableware. And as a plate. And often instead of the tablecloth. A variety of stews, vegetables and/or salads are placed on a large piece of injera and diners use their right hand to tear off portions of the injera used to grasp the food.

That's how it was back then. We always went out to eat together. After work for a beer. Everything was different then. It hadn't rained in two years. The beer was running out. lack of water. We always sat on bricks, looked at the sky, waited for rain. Nobody came. It's different today. It's been raining every day since we've been here. It doesn't stop raining anymore. It's getting more every day. The sky is gray in gray, hardly any sun, but if it does come out, I can be happy. But that only lasts a few minutes, then it rains again.

The next day we go to another restaurant. On the main street, Cameroon Avenue, which nobody knows but is very popular. I order tibs. An excellent meal. A simple meal, but extremely good. Sauté some onions in a pan, add seasoned butter, some pieces of lamb, a few chillies. Dip a large spoonful in our house spice blend, toss, toss, toss. A few tomatoes, a splash of red wine. Cook like a volcano for just a minute and you're done. The Divine also costs. She likes it. She is surprised that the beef is soft here and not as hard as in Kenya.

The food! Always eat! The next day, a new dish. This time Kitfo, a dish made from raw minced beef, is one of the most beloved local dishes in the entire country. It's a food that's often eaten on special occasions, with good friends or family. You can either order leb leb, which is very slightly cooked, or the normal kitfo which is completely raw. The minced meat is mixed with mitmita, a blend of spices, and niter kibbeh, the Ethiopian herbed butter, and that's it. The meat is served with injera, and at a nicer restaurant I also got a bread called kocho. The divine eats nothing! "It's raw meat!" Damn it, I know it! It tastes great.

Next day stomach ache, diarrhea. I am not feeling well. OK, I'm sick, apparently I've been given an old meat. That's the downside of the main street. Every 100m a hotel, shopping malls and lots of shops.

What I still have to tell you is that we only booked a hotel for three days. We have to look for another accommodation. This isn't quite as easy as it sounds. It's raining. The Land of Rain! Unusual for this country, I don't know it.

We walk down the street, searching the houses with our eyes for clues as to where we can find something. On the Djibouti Road we find the Daisy Hotel. There are many hotels here, the only problem is that the prices change almost every hour. The Daisy Hotel charges $40, when they hear how long we're staying, they give a $5 discount.

"Still too expensive!" means the divine.

Of course, by our standards that's too much. The Divine has found a guesthouse, that wib guesthouse. It's somewhere up the mountain, in Kazanchis. Not that far away, about 4 km. I hail a passing taxi. I show him a screenshot and say to him: "Take us there!" We enter. I used to think that taxi drivers would find their way around town, but this guy can't even read the map or follow google directions. Now it's taking its toll that I didn't buy a local SIM card. It's raining, what else? We're circling somewhere. The taxi driver doesn't know where he is, neither do we. All we know is that the guesthouse is somewhere behind the Lancet. We get out, there's no point with the guy anymore. We ask around. As before, you don't need to ask for street names here, nobody knows them! We search, run in circles, the rain gets heavier. A bench! It has a roof, people crowd under the protective roof. I'll take the opportunity and ask security. The security asks the next security, but nobody knows the street to the guesthouse. I'll keep it short, we didn't find it! we are wet We go down the road we came on.

"I'm already wet!" wails the divine. She doesn't even think about me! I'm wet too, only I'm a mzungu, French here, not black, all of whom are afraid of water. I'm cold, but I don't say anything.

"It's not far, only 4 km!"

"4 km! I'll die! So far and the rain!"

We pass a kiosk. The Divine falls down, asks, "Are there taxis here?"

What am I supposed to write around, the good man calls a taxi. Ten minutes later we are home. Disadvantage of the whole story is that in addition to diarrhea I also caught a cold.

Now I want to get to this crazy building activity. I'm well aware that a city needs to evolve, but what I've seen here is just insane. Demolition and reconstruction are now the most common sights along Addis Ababa's defaced skeletal skyline. The collateral damage is the city's legacy. While tourism organizations boast that Ethiopia is the cradle of mankind, the capital city is being robbed of its past. Heritage defines a city and shapes it socially, historically and culturally. Athens is unimaginable without the Parthenon, Cairo without the pyramids, Rome without the Colosseum. While Ethiopia's national heritage of dramatic ancient sites is cherished and largely protected,

This city doesn't go 'modern' by negating its past and separating it from everything that made us with bold Dubai and Hong Kong-inspired aesthetics. There is much to learn from traditional architecture and design that reflects culture and collective behavioral patterns when it comes to how we build communities. What surprised me is the number of conspicuous apartment buildings. When I was here for the first time, my people earned 200 birr a month. Curious as I am, I research how much Birr such a new apartment is to rent. The cheapest apartment costs 80,000 Birr per month. Doesn't say much yet, everything stands or falls with income. I will look. The highest salary here is officially 33,000 Birr. Only 2 percent get it. Most of the population gets 7000 to 8000 Birr. So I'm wondering why are apartments like this being built? The price exceeds 10 times the income of most of the population. What is also noticeable, the streets are full of beggars. So who are these apartments built for? Let's take a closer look. Surely everyone has noticed that everything is getting more expensive. Bread, oil, transport and of course the apartments. Why is that? A simple answer is inflation. In short, the money we hold in our hands depreciates. It is precisely here that inflation has been particularly high in the last 4 years. This is a result of various influences. The country is floundering with the forex crisis. Example. When I first came here the birr was pegged to the US dollar, $1 was 2 birr. Today it's $1 53 birr. Then there is the civil war and natural disasters. Of course also the Covid-19 crisis. When investors see that inflation becomes prevalent in society, they escape to physical assets. They invest in gold, silver, commodities, and real estate. Because these assets hold their values. And that is happening here. The ETB has devalued by 100 percent in the last years.

What can be expected? Construction price will go up; property prices will go up; rents will increase; fixed debts will become cheaper; higher increase rates which may impact demands.

That reminds me of Arefine. At the time, he was the agent for the company that brought me here. His sister was Minister of Education under Hailu Selassie, and his brother was a director at the IMF. How am I supposed to describe him? He hardly cast a shadow, he was so thin. When he was young, he wanted to be an aviator. The military rejected him because he was too skinny. Somehow he had made it. He became a pilot in the military. When I saw him for the first time, I was from Lusaka. My luggage was lost. That wasn't a problem for Arefine, he called. We were at the Hilton Hotel, I had a beer. A member of the Ethiopia Airline came and got instructions. Next day I had my luggage.

One day Dr. Daniel Tefera to me and picked me up. We went to Kazanchis. At that time I still thought I knew everything in Kazanchus, but far from it. On the left side of the street coming from the stadium was the Yugoslav Embassy. Behind it, not visible from the street, was a bar, not big, a small cozy bar. We went in and sat down at a table. A musician played on this 3-stringed instrument, whose name I forgot, he also sang. It didn't take long for me to notice that everyone was looking at me and smiling, grinning. The musician had to sing something about me. I asked Daniel what he was singing. He laughed.

"He's making fun of you!"

"What is he singing that makes everyone laugh?"

"He's an impromptu poet. He sings: the Farench is sitting there drinking a beer and while he's drinking his hair is falling out!"

I had to have natural answers to that.

"Tell him when the Farench has finished his beer, he can put his teeth back in his mouth!"

Dr. Daniel done too. Everyone laughed, some applauded.

It was a funny evening. Maybe that's why I remembered him.

The last day has dawned. God didn't take us into his heart because he sent us rain every day. It doesn't matter, it was still nice. I was curious about the city, now I know that I didn't belong here. It is no longer what it was today. Has it gotten better? Hard to say. When I think of the beggars I've seen here, I have to say yes, it's gotten worse. When I look at this construction madness, I have to say it has gotten better. Someone will have money to afford it, I'm not one of them.

The divine is glad that she can go home. She grumbles every day, nothing really fits. Everything is better at home. For me it doesn't matter

Here is a small overview of Addis Ababa.

Ethiopia is one of the world's oldest countries, its territorial extent having varied over the millennia of its existence. In ancient times it remained centered on Aksum, an imperial capital located in the northern part of the modern state, about 100 miles (160 km) from the Red Sea coast.

Addis Ababa, capital and largest city of Ethiopia. It is situated on a well-watered plateau surrounded by hills and mountains, in the geographic center of the country. Addis Ababa has only been the capital of the Ethiopian state since the end of the 19th century. Its immediate predecessor, Entoto, was situated on a high plateau and proved unsatisfactory because of extreme cold and an acute shortage of firewood. Empress Taitu, wife of Emperor Menilek II (r. 1889–1913), persuaded the emperor to build a house near the hot springs at the foot of the plateau and to allocate land in the area to members of the nobility. The city was founded in 1887 and called Addis Ababa (“New Flower”) by the Empress. In the early years, the city was more like a military camp than a city. The focus was on the Imperial Palace, surrounded by the dwellings of his troops and his innumerable followers. As the population increased, firewood became scarce. In 1905 large numbers of eucalyptus trees were imported from Australia; The trees spread out and formed a forest cover for the city. Addis Ababa was the capital of Italian East Africa from 1936 to 1941. Modern stone houses were built during this period, especially in the areas of European residence, and many streets were paved. Other innovations were the construction of a water reservoir at Gefarsa in the west and the construction of a hydroelectric power station at Akaki in the south. There were limited changes in Addis Ababa between 1941 and 1960, but the development since then has been impressive. Addis Ababa is the educational and administrative center of Ethiopia. It is the site of Addis Ababa University (1950) and contains several teacher training colleges and technical schools. The city is also home to the Museum of the Institute of Ethiopian Studies and the Yared School of Music, both run by the university. the National Library and Archives; palaces of former emperors; and ministries. Several international organizations have their headquarters in the city, notably the African Union and the United Nations Economic Commission for Africa, which is located in Africa Hall. Addis Ababa's manufactures include textiles, shoes, food, beverages, wood products, plastics and chemical products. Most of Ethiopia's service companies are also based in the city. Banking and insurance services are concentrated in Addis Ababa and the country's main newspapers are published there. Most of Ethiopia's export and import trade passes through Addis Ababa on its way to or from the ports of Djibouti on the Gulf of Aden or Asseb, Eritrea. The city is also the collection and distribution center for much of the country's domestic trade. The Mercato in the west of the city is one of the largest open-air markets in Africa. Downtown Piazza and Bole Road in the southeast offer pricier European-style malls. Addis Ababa is the hub of the national transport network. Several roads connect it to other major cities; The only railway goes to Djibouti. The city is served by an international airport. and the main newspapers of the country are published there. Most of Ethiopia's export and import trade passes through Addis Ababa on its way to or from the ports of Djibouti on the Gulf of Aden or Asseb, Eritrea. The city is also the collection and distribution center for much of the country's domestic trade. The Mercato in the west of the city is one of the largest open-air markets in Africa. Downtown Piazza and Bole Road in the southeast offer pricier European-style malls. Addis Ababa is the hub of the national transport network. Several roads connect it to other major cities; The only railway goes to Djibouti. The city is served by an international airport. and the main newspapers of the country are published there. Most of Ethiopia's export and import trade passes through Addis Ababa on its way to or from the ports of Djibouti on the Gulf of Aden or Asseb, Eritrea. The city is also the collection and distribution center for much of the country's domestic trade. The Mercato in the west of the city is one of the largest open-air markets in Africa. Downtown Piazza and Bole Road in the southeast offer pricier European-style malls. Addis Ababa is the hub of the national transport network. Several roads connect it to other major cities; The only railway goes to Djibouti. The city is served by an international airport. Most of Ethiopia's export and import trade passes through Addis Ababa on its way to or from the ports of Djibouti on the Gulf of Aden or Asseb, Eritrea. The city is also the collection and distribution center for much of the country's domestic trade. The Mercato in the west of the city is one of the largest open-air markets in Africa. Downtown Piazza and Bole Road in the southeast offer pricier European-style malls. Addis Ababa is the hub of the national transport network. Several roads connect it to other major cities; The only railway goes to Djibouti. The city is served by an international airport. Most of Ethiopia's export and import trade passes through Addis Ababa on its way to or from the ports of Djibouti on the Gulf of Aden or Asseb, Eritrea. The city is also the collection and distribution center for much of the country's domestic trade. The Mercato in the west of the city is one of the largest open-air markets in Africa. Downtown Piazza and Bole Road in the southeast offer pricier European-style malls. Addis Ababa is the hub of the national transport network. Several roads connect it to other major cities; The only railway goes to Djibouti. The city is served by an international airport. The city is also the collection and distribution center for much of the country's domestic trade. The Mercato in the west of the city is one of the largest open-air markets in Africa. Downtown Piazza and Bole Road in the southeast offer pricier European-style malls. Addis Ababa is the hub of the national transport network. Several roads connect it to other major cities; The only railway goes to Djibouti. The city is served by an international airport. The city is also the collection and distribution center for much of the country's domestic trade. The Mercato in the west of the city is one of the largest open-air markets in Africa. Downtown Piazza and Bole Road in the southeast offer pricier European-style malls. Addis Ababa is the hub of the national transport network. Several roads connect it to other major cities; The only railway goes to Djibouti. The city is served by an international airport. Several roads connect it to other major cities; The only railway goes to Djibouti. The city is served by an international airport. Several roads connect it to other major cities; The only railway goes to Djibouti. The city is served by an international airport.

The Nature of Man

Once upon a time, God ordered all the animals

to gather in a field: all birds and mammals

created from His breath, from mighty strongbones

to the smallest gnat sat down before his throne.

He called Monkey to account: "Look, Monkey,

here are all my creatures from humble Donkey

to the haughty lion, tell me if you think their beauty

exceeds yours, don't be afraid to speak truthfully,

I will correct whatever you see as your defect."

But Monkey answered like a shot: "Defect?

My face is ruggedly appealing, my chest is manly

and my hands and tail are simply heavenly!

Why should I beg you for a change, when here I stand

on two of the shapeliest legs in the land?

If you are looking for a project, Lord, I'd begin

with Hyena's slanted back, his foolish grin!"

Hyena sidled up to answer the same question.

He simpered that he knew his education

was a little basic but his dusty spots

could tie a young hyeness' heart in knots.

Much better, in his lispy view, to overhaul a beast

like Elephant, whose ears could use a cut and paste

and stick the trimmings to his scrawny tail!

So Elephant appeared to wail

of laughter, everyone expected he would rush

to ask the Lord to wield his broadest brush

and reinvent him. But all he did was praise

our Great Creator for his delicate greys:

"I never saw a single fault in my appearance!

It's whale who waddles through the sea and flaunts

her shapeless bulk, why not remodel her

and put a stop to all our laughter?"

But Whale was just the same.

Every animal thoroughly enjoyed to name

the flaws in others, to snicker, scoff

and pride themselves as superior stuff.

So God dismissed them all. As I do now,

but I would like to show you how

we can be different: by telling our defects

as humans examine how imperfect

our paper generosities, lush-sounding words,

when look! we are such small mean lords

pumped up with self-importance,

empty and rude-fingered sycophants!

We humans should tell the Earth and Sky

how cruel we are, but it comes as no surprise

when our strutting tongues collapse

and will not say a word. Our mouth traps

open for gales of mockery: liars laugh

at blind men who hear well enough

to snigger at peg-legs, and peg-legs like to jeer

at baldies, baldies at the stutterers who empty

at pompous clerks who themselves ridicule

the hatless customer, and hatless makes a fool

of silly face and silly face laughs at ugly

and ugly mocks a leper for his leprosy -

and who will the leper find to criticize?

oh yes, a cuckold racked with jealousies!

Man, strange being, uncorrectable,

two-faced but strangely simple,

continues his own bad example.

Generations come and go, we stay the same,

like passengers on a commuter train.

We're all alike in this, just different

in superficialities. We were always meant

to give ourselves a long hard stare

and see the library list of imperfections there.

That's why I think it would be so much better,

if we all agreed, not to laugh at each other.

dr Kebede Mikael

I'm away from home where I'm fine and where I feel comfortable. When I started this work, my father gave me something to take with me. He said, "Wherever you are, do what you see!" And then I directed myself. It was damn good advice.

Today I feel like a citizen of the world who has a passport from a country that is important for me to travel, but not otherwise.

Women, Women And Always Women

 Women are a very special part of our lives. Goethe put it very kindly. "... they spin and weave, heavenly gifts into earthly life." Goethe wasn't very tight either, he fell in love with a young girl when he was old. He wanted to marry this young girl, so he made a fool of himself. Where love falls, it grows or withers. It could also be due to communication. Admittedly, this is not easy. What happens when the man comes home after work is done? What are his first words? "What is there to eat?" The woman replies: "What you brought!" As I said, not easy. We're talking past each other. This is a question and answer game. Leads to no, only to a discrepancy and there are plenty of them. There is a so-called relationship interview for this. Far too long a word for a small argument! But we love it awkward. Most of the time nothing comes of it, because the women are wearing their pants, we men are only allowed to agree with our heads. Females are generally stronger than males, so fighting them is not worth it. I'm not fighting Muhammed Ali either, I'm not tired of life. Her: "Darling, can you change the lightbulb?" He: "Honey, I'll do that right away!" What annoys me the most is that she reminds me every six months! That doesn't have to be the case! And now we should remember what the first words of mankind were. "No" was the first word. Today we have forgotten that again, today we say it more differentiated, "I don't like it!" It has just as little effect as the first word. Women don't take it seriously, just as they don't take us men seriously.

The Bantu Tribe

 The Bantu tribe

Although the term "Bantu" is strictly philological and this classification is based on linguistic reasons, and although the various tribes it encompasses show largely but to varying degrees that they result from admixture with Oriental or Negro blood, the resemblance is nonetheless of language, custom and religion justify our common treatment as a homogeneous ethnological group. The Bantu race consists of a large family, stretching throughout central and southern Africa, south of a line roughly drawn from the Cameroon to the Pokomo River, but with the exception of the south-west corner—Great Namaqualand and Western Cape Colony—the has always been occupied by Hottentots.

Abantu is the Zulu word for people. It is the plural of the word "umuntu" meaning "person" and is based on the stem "--ntu" plus the plural prefix "aba". In Latin, the words "Abantea", "Abanteum" and "Abanteus" have been found in ancient writings with different meanings, one of which is "an Ethiopian". In linguistics, the word "Bantu" for the language families and their speakers is an artificial term based on the reconstructed "Proto-Bantu" term for "people" or "people". It was first introduced into modern academia (as Bâ-ntu) by Wilhelm Bleek in 1857 or 1858, and popularized in his 1862 Comparative Grammar. The name is said to have been coined to represent the word for "people" in the loosely reconstructed Proto-Bantu,

Bantu is the collective term for over 400 different ethnic groups in Central, East and Southern Africa who speak Bantu languages. The Bantu languages ​​form a subgroup of the Niger-Congo languages. It is estimated that there are over 200 million Bantu. In the parlance of the "white" people of South Africa, Bantu is often used to describe all sub-Saharan Africans. The article Bantu languages ​​contains information about the structure and grammar of the Bantu languages, their research history, the connection with the other Niger-Congo languages, and the question of their origin and spread.

It is generally agreed that about a third of the continent now occupied by Bantu-speaking peoples was ruled by other groups until about 2,000 years ago. The causes and path of the subsequent Bantu migration have attracted the attention of several anthropologists.

The migration of the Bantu from their origins in southern West Africa led to a gradual movement of population through the central, eastern, and southern parts of the continent beginning in the mid-2nd millennium BC. and finally ended before 1500 AD. With them, the Bantu brought new technologies and skills such as growing high-yielding crops and working with iron, which produced more efficient tools and weapons. Eventually, with the exception of South Africa and the Namibian desert, the Bantu ruled all of the African continent south of a line running from southern Nigeria to Kenya. Although most historians agree on the general occurrence of the Bantu migrations in Africa, the exact timings, motivations, routes, and consequences are still debated.

In the 14th century, the Bantu began to group themselves into states and kingdoms. One of the famous kingdoms were the Monomatapa Kings, founded in South Africa on the Zambezi River. This kingdom is known for building the Great Zimbabwe

Complex, a ruined city in the south-eastern hills of modern Zimbabwe. This was the largest of 200 other similar sites in South Africa. Other kingdoms were established in Central and East Africa. Kingdoms included the Kingdom of Kongo of modern Angola, the Lunda Empire of modern Republic of the Congo, and the Luba Empire of what is now the Democratic Republic of the Congo. The Buganda of Uganda, Karagwe of Tanzania, Mutapa, Danamombe and Rozwi Empires of SA, Zimbabwe's Khami and the Naletale Kingdom of Mozambique.

All Abantu are Negroes/Blacks, but not all Negroes are Abantu, but most of the time when people in Africa throw the word "Negro" around it usually refers to a typical Bantu, a person from Central to Sub-Saharan Africa. Africa, that's not the secret that other Africans, including black Africans, often refer to a Muntu as a Bantu or Negro just as a sign of insult or humiliation, Nilotes and Cushites use these words more often to refer to someone or people of Bantu speaking tribes to look down West Africa is often wrongly referred to West African countries with the highest Bantu population including Cameroon, Equatorial Guinea, Gabon, Congo, DR Congo and Angola, interesting how modern West Africa is often referred to as Negro and Bantu homeland at the same time because Bantu ; a Negro people themselves are said to have lived in this region and to mingle easily with other Negroes. Bantu were the main people taken captive by Africans in both North and South America during Arab and European enslavement. This is the original truth and what is mostly recorded in colonial archives.

It is now a generally accepted opinion that the Bantu originally came from a region in the Congo Basin, probably north of this river where it absorbs the Mubangi tributary, and that the Europeans first met the Kaffirs as the vanguard of this invading army when they were long March south to the extremity of the continent was almost complete.

The Ova Herero and Ovampo probably represent other Bantu branches that took a more westerly direction, and the Bechuana probably formed a more recent invasion wave, which in turn moved south but along a more central route.

The admission is inevitable, if repulsive to those who are dogmatic in their religious beliefs and refuse to admit that religious thought and the notion of a deity have undergone an evolutionary process. Because the development of mental and moral ideas is part of the evolution of the living being just as much as the development of limbs, skull shapes or body markings. No positive system of religion has descended from heaven as an entirely new concept of deity and with an entirely new code. Such a system could never have survived. Every new religion teacher could not help being, to a large extent, a creature of his environment and of the time in which he was born. In Africa, not only in East Africa,

The only case of permanent settlement that seems beyond doubt is the invasion of Uganda, Unyoro, and Ankole by a light-colored race now known as the Ba-Hima or Ba-Huma. Some believe that these people came from the Abyssinian highlands, although this is disputed.

Sir Harry Johnston believes they are descendants of ancient Egyptian settlers. dr Seligman suggests that they are probably descendants of the Proto-Egyptians.

But whatever the origin of the Ba-Hima, there seems to be no trace of this infusion of Norse blood anywhere east of the Rift Valley, except possibly among the Maasai, who are thought to have migrated from the upper Nile valley to the southeast have immigrated. The Nandi, the Lako and Savei of Elgon, the Lumbwa and Elgeyo also came from the northwest but did not cross the Rift.

The Kikuyu are people who live in the highlands of south-central Kenya near Mount Kenya. In the late 20th century, the Kikuyu numbered more than 4,400,000 and formed the largest ethnic group in Kenya, approximately 20 percent of the total population. Her own name for herself is Gikuyu or Agikuyu.

The Kikuyu moved in the 17th-19th century from the northeast into their modern territory. Their native economy was based on intensive hoeing of millet (the staple crop), peas, beans, sorghum and sweet potatoes. The main modern crops are coffee, corn, acacia, and fruits and vegetables. Some groups practiced irrigation and terracing. Animal husbandry provided an important supplement.

When the Kikuyu establish a new village, the family elder collects three stones, two from the river bed north of the village, the direction the tribe migrated from, and one from a river south of the village. The river to the north is generally the Thika and the river to the south is generally the Mbagathi. The stones must not be collected from a river from which the villagers draw water for their domestic use, and it must also be a river with a year-round flow. These stones typically weigh between 30 and 40 pounds and are used as the village shrine. Having received the stones, the people take a black ram, sew up its left eye and bury it in the middle of the village. This is done with the idea that if someone comes to bring bad magic to the people of the village, he, like the ram, loses the sight of one eye. The three stones are then planted around the spot where the ram is buried. Four people perform this ceremony: the village chief, another elder of the same clan, and the village chief's two older wives. They break branches from the Mutumaiyu, Mukenya, and Muthakwa trees and plant them around the spot. If they take root, it is considered a very good omen; however, when the branches die, they are periodically replaced with fresh ones. another elder of the same clan and the two older wives of the village chief. They break branches from the Mutumaiyu, Mukenya, and Muthakwa trees and plant them around the spot. If they take root, it is considered a very good omen; however, when the branches die, they are periodically replaced with fresh ones. another elder of the same clan and the two older wives of the village chief. They break branches from the Mutumaiyu, Mukenya, and Muthakwa trees and plant them around the spot. If they take root, it is considered a very good omen; however, when the branches die, they are periodically replaced with fresh ones.

The Kikuyu took some Masai blood from time to time and also intermixed with the native Oggiek, but they are mostly Bantu. The Kamba people, whose ancestors flocked to their current habitat from the south and south-west, are believed to have been pure Bantu. Where the ancestors of the Kikuyu or Kamba lived about two thousand years ago, and whether they were influenced by Semitic culture in more distant times, we cannot determine.

Among the Kikuyu, people do not seem to formally take the firstfruits to the sacred tree before reaping the harvest, but on the occasion of each harvest the women accept offerings of various grain foods — corn, millet, and so on — (also beans, sugarcane, etc.) – to the holy place. They are not allowed to go directly to the tree, but pour their offerings on the ground nearby. All of these foods must be uncooked. After this is done, they return, and the elders kill either a young ewe that has not yet given birth to a lamb, or a ram a short distance from the tree, and a rukwaru, or strip of skin, is placed on the left wrist of each of the women . The elders then eat the meat; none are actually brought to the tree or left there.

One of the most important factors in the life history of all natives is formal initiation into the tribe, the outward sign of which is usually the ceremony of circumcision. In Kikuyu these rites have acquired some elaboration and it is important to describe them in detail. Before a child reaches the age of circumcision, however, they must go through a ceremony called ku-chiaruo ringi, which means "to be reborn." Young children must undergo it before they are eligible for the next level of initiation, which is circumcision. The occurrence of these two ceremonies, as combined, cannot fail to appear at a lower cultural level than the birth of the idea of ​​the sacraments of Baptism and Confirmation. In fact, it is said that some of the missionaries do not hesitate to explain the two Christian doctrines mentioned by reference to the two pagan ones, and assert that by means of this key the natives at once grasp the idea of ​​their doctrines. The form varies with the guild of the parents. According to the fashion of the Masai guild, about eight days after the birth of the child, be it male or female, the infant's father kills a male sheep and brings the meat to the mother's house, who eats it with her neighbors if she is the Maasai -Belong to the guild. At the end of the festival, the mother is adorned with the skin from the sheep's left front leg and left shoulder, attaching the piece of skin from her left wrist to the left shoulder; this she wears for four days, then she is taken off and thrown on her bed, where she stays, until she disappears. On the day this ceremony takes place, mother and child have their heads shaved; it has no connection with the naming of the child, which takes place on the day of his birth. The ceremony of Ku-chiaruo ringi, according to the Kikuyu guild fashion, is as follows. The day after birth, a male sheep is killed and part of its fat is boiled in a pot and given to mother and child to drink. Whether this was directly related to the rite mentioned was not explicitly mentioned. When the child is three to six years old, the father kills a male sheep, and three days later the novice is adorned with part of the skin and the skin of the large abdomen. These skins are attached to a boy's right shoulder or a girl's left shoulder. However, the skin used for a boy has the left shoulder and leg cut off, and that for a girl has the right shoulder and leg cut off. The child carries this for three days, and on the fourth day the father lives with the child's mother.

Most races, regardless of culture level, have certain ceremonies to be observed upon death and before heirs can inherit property. In Kikuyu country, these are somewhat complex, and like many other customs in that country, their form depends heavily on the circumcision guild to which the person belongs. To fully understand the Kikuyu natives, it must be clear how, from his early years to his death, he is bound by the ritual of the guild to which he belongs. The closest analogy one can find to illustrate this is the case of one child who was baptized Protestant and another Roman Catholic; The main principles of these religions are the same, and among the Kikuyu the guild to which a man belongs influences his belief in the ngoma, or spirits, and their influence on mortals, but the ritual of his religion varies throughout his life according to the guild to which he belongs. The ceremonial performed at a death is called ku-hukura - the Swahili synonym Sadaka has practically the same meaning. On the day of death, the children or heirs take two rams and present them to the elders to pay for digging the grave; every elder who has circumcised children is buried, married women who have given birth to five or six children are also buried. The grass is dug up with a mubiru or mukuruwi stick, with the sons of the deceased doing the actual digging, but the elders determine the location and oversee the work. If a son refuses to help dig his father's grave, he is barred from receiving a share of the estate. The gravediggers receive a large he-goat (nthenge) or, if the family is rich, an ox, which is slaughtered and the corpse buried in its skin. A man's corpse is buried on the right side with knees drawn up and the right hand under the head. The burial site is near the village gate and the corpse's face is turned towards his hut. A woman is always buried lying on her left side. On the third day after the burial, the elders gather in the village to kill a ram to cleanse the village from the stain of death, and the sons eat the breast of this animal and shave their heads the next day. On the same day the elders bring one of them, who is very poor and of the same family as the deceased, and he is to sleep in the hut of the deceased's elderly widow and have intercourse with her; He generally lives on in the village and is considered the stepfather to the children. There is then a pause of six days, and on the seventh day the elders return, a supply of ale is set aside for them, and a large billy goat is killed and eaten by all present. This is called nthenge ya noro, meaning "goat of the whetstone" and refers to the whetstone used to sharpen the razors used to ceremoniously shave heads at the end of the ceremony. During the first four days after death, the married men in the village must have contact with their wives; however, they must observe strict austerity for the next four days. After the nthenge ya noro is killed, property is divided.

It must be clarified that when there is a Semitic [Semites are used to refer to (historical) peoples who spoke and spoke a Semitic language. The German historian August Ludwig von Schlözer coined the term in 1781 with reference to the table of peoples in Genesis. The Bible traces the descent of Abraham to Shem, the son of Noah. Based on this, in biblical times all peoples of the Near East who considered themselves descendants of Abraham were referred to as "sons of Shem". The Semites include the Amhara, Tigrinya, Arabs, Hyksos, Maltese, Minaeans, Sabaeans, Amorites, Ammonites, Akkadians/Babylonians/Assyrians/Arameans, Hebrews, Canaanites, Moabites, Nabataeans, Phoenicians and Samaritans. The Semites in the linguistic sense are not entirely identical with the descendants of Shem in the Bible.

Africa has over 3000 tribes, said to have the population of over 1.216 billion people (2016), among which Bantu are the largest family in the continent of Africa, about 600 tribes making roughly 30% of the African population, about 350 million people, this without even including the scattered population, the largest Bantu population is found in the DRCongo, with over 200 Bantu tribes, accounting for almost half of all the Bantu tribes worldwide, this makes the Bantu the largest population of Sub Saharan Africa. Bantu are probably the only largely diverse/scattered yet intertwined ethnicity in the entire world, even without Western influences, it's almost impossible to separate Bantu languages ​​and people as the linguistic and cultural similarities from one Bantu language to another, from one Bantu culture to another are remarkably the same,

Semitic languages ​​are spoken in particular by Arabs, Israelis, Arameans, Maltese and several language groups in Ethiopia and Eritrea. The collective term "Semites" as a designation for a family of peoples is now considered imprecise and outdated, in particular because of its use in racist contexts] influence that cannot come from the Arab settlements on the east coast of Africa, which in the last few hundred years were founded. Their political influence and social influence was slight, exercised at intermittent intervals by a slave robbery or an ivory trading expedition.

The Aba Xosa and Aba Tembu tribes, the pioneers of the Kaffir advance south, are said to have changed and developed the distinctive traits of their race the least. Their lighter color indicates a slight admixture of Hottentot blood, and their dealings with the breed were undoubtedly considerable. From him they borrowed the clicks that distinguish their language from other Bantu dialects. Otherwise their language is archaic and free from phonetic decay compared to other tribes like the Swahili. Their occupations were exclusively those of hunters and shepherds, war and hunting were their pastimes, livestock tending and herding the serious business of their lives. In fact, livestock made up most of their wealth and anything related to it was considered of paramount importance.

There is one from Dr. Hewat mentioned tribe that hasn't been mentioned yet and that's the Basuto. Basutoland was a British crown colony that existed in what is now Lesotho from 1884 to 1966. Although the Basotho (then known as Basuto) and their territory had been under British control since 1868 (and ruled by the Cape Colony from 1871), the Cape Colony was unpopular and unable to control the territory. As a result, Basutoland was placed under the direct authority of Queen Victoria, via the High Commissioner, and governed by an Executive Council presided over by a number of British Residency Commissioners.

The Basuto speak a dialect so different from that of the Kaffirs that individuals of these tribes find it as difficult to understand one another as a Dutchman would have to understand a German. They are a branch of the Bantu Bechuana group, which includes the Barotse, Bamangwato, Batlapin, Barolong and other tribes. Unlike most of these pure-line tribes, ruled by a series of hereditary chiefs, the Basuto are fragments of many fugitive peoples who fled the armies of Tshaka and Unsilikazi (Moselekatze) and sought refuge in the mountainous regions of the Drakensberg and Maluti and were welded into one nation by Moshesh.

Documents used

THE BANTU TRUTH IN DETAIL;

Wikipedia;

BANTU FOLK LORE,(Medical and General).BY MATTHEW L. HEWAT, MD;

Bantu People, Wikipedia;

Bantu Peoples, Britannica;

Bantu Migration, world history;

The History Of Bantu People, African News;

Wikipedia Basuto Country;

Kikuyu, Britannica.

The Lady Is A Tramp

 

The Lady Is A Tramp - Mwanamke ni jambazi

I never prove to be good enough to everyone. But I am best for those who understand me.

It's difficult in Kenya. I just got a call that my friend collapsed. A somewhat difficult situation. But I have to start over.

Sweet child in time

You'll see the line

The line that's drawn between

Good and bad

See the blind man

Yesterday afternoon I invited my friend to visit the bar. A bottle of cold beer every now and then can do you good. And I was sick, still coughing, but going to the bar can get me in, just smaller

Don't stop coughing.

My friend came, I was putting on my shoes, he was already a little sweaty. We greeted each other, after a short time we went to the bar. At the last moment, my divine decided that she would come too. I would have been surprised if she hadn't been taken with me, since she could already smell and probably taste the alcohol.

There were only 3 people in the bar playing billiards, no one else was there. All the televisions were on and loud music was playing from the speakers. As everywhere in Kenya heavily overdriven that your ears are ringing.

We sat in a niche. The waitress came and said, "Welcome back!"

I ordered - of course - a cold beer. My divine a warm beer and my friend a bottle of gin and a soda.

A conversation was not possible, at least for me, as it is usually when I, as a Mungu, go out with Kenyans. My Divine and my acquaintance were chatting animatedly, I was watching TV. A football game on one screen, next to it a children's film. I wasn't interested in the children's film or the soccer game. I watched anyway, once on the left, then on the right again. Never mind, the beer was fresh, not cold.

Shooting at the world

Bullets flying

Oh, taking great

If you've been bad

O Lord, I bet you have

And you've not been hit

Oh, by flying lead

You'd better close your eyes

Now I can't even remember what I do know is that we ordered another round. What I don't know is whether my friend ordered another bottle of gin, it can be, but it doesn't have to be. The conversation continued and I continued to watch television. I didn't have much else left.

"May I order a meal?" the divine asked me.

I ran out of beer again, so I ordered another one, including my divine one, of course.

The food came and that's really exceptional, it was tasty and it was soft! I didn't expect that in this bar! There is always a surprise! The food was so good that my friend took the platter from the table and put it on the bench next to him.

The Divine protested. "I want to eat something too!"

"You've already eaten!" said my friend.

By this point I had already given up eating. I didn't care. What my friend couldn't eat, he had packed up.

Conversation became a bit difficult, my acquaintance lost the opportunity to speak. The gin did its job. The head sank to its knees, but only for a short time. The babble could not be understood. How much gin he drank I can't say with the best will in the world, I didn't pay attention.

It was time to go.

Before we go, comes the inevitable. My friend begs me : "Give me 100 Kshs for cigarettes!" I'm a little perplexed, I hand him a note, could have been 200 Kshs.

It was dark and we lost my friend in the darkness. He didn't know where his house was anymore, he went in the wrong direction. We looked for him and brought him to his house.

Sweet child in time

You'll see the line

The line that's drawn between

Good and bad

The Divine and I went home. And then something very strange happened. A strange "drunkness" suddenly set in with the Divine as well. That made me suspicious! After 3 beers such a situation! I couldn't believe it. Was and is certainly strange. There are few options. I didn't keep watching or worry about the gin bottles, so there's a chance the Divine gin might have been drinking as well. Another possibility would be that the two were on drugs, but I didn't notice that she had been drinking gin. I wasn't always at the table, and neither was the Divine. So the possibility is there! And I don't like it at all when the Divine is drunk! Of course I'm delighted, she gets on my nerves!

See the blind man

Shooting at the world

Bullets flying

Oh, taking great

If you've been bad

Lord, I bet you have

And you've not been hit

Next day. My friend is coming. It's afternoon. He doesn't look good. He says he has trouble breathing, his nose is running. He wants money, I don't have any, I can give him medicine. He gratefully accepts it and leaves.

Lord, I bet you have

And you've not been hit

Oh, by flying lead

You'd better close your eyes

Oh

Bow your head

Wait for the ricochet

I check on Facebook. I'm still upset about what happened yesterday, it won't be over anytime soon. I see an entry there. "What would you say goodbye to Uhuru?" Then something occurs to me. I reply, "I'd give him 10 Kshs before he even asks me." That just has to come out. The begging never ends. My friend is rich, he has a farm, I have nothing! But that's how it is in a country where everyone is poor.

And now the Divine, a relative, is traveling with my friend who collapsed after being with me. I was willing to ride, but it was declined. I wasn't uncomfortable.

What's rather odd is that the divine wailed, "I don't have any money!"

It's all strange.

Bye, baby, they ain't fly, baby

Looking at the whip frame, that's a nice 'Cedez

You should throw it to me, like Tom Brady

With the long blonde hair, that's Marcia Brady

I'm all about your Lately Chelsea High handler, handle her

They come back around midnight. The "deadly ill" too. He complained in the hospital that he couldn't breathe. They gave him oxygen. Then they sent him to the lab, X-ray. I'll keep it short, because it annoys me that all examinations come up empty! This guy looks better than me! What was the result? My friend was hungry. He and his friend were taken to a hotel, where fries and tea were bought for them. With that everything was settled. My conclusion is that everyone in Kenya lies and these people have no morals.

Nakupenda, Penda, Penda

Oh boy I surrender

Baby you remind me of my favorite, Oh father

Remember, remember

Last day of December

When I introduce you to my Mama and my Papa

My Mama no' gree (Yeah)

My papa no gree (Yeah)

The ting wey I love about you dem no see

My Mama no' gree (Yeah)

My papa no gree (Yeah)

Last, last dem go gree say...

Pollution

 Pollution - Uchafuzi wa mazingira

Pollution affects us all, no matter where we live. Before we go any further, we need to establish what we mean by pollution. Pollution is generally understood to mean the pollution of the

Environment understood through the action and presence of people. The focus is on the environmental impact of waste and waste

emissions. They arise mainly during the production or consumption of products as an unwanted by-product or after the end of consumption or use due to the product itself becoming superfluous and must be disposed of. While in the case of environmental pollution the pollution is caused by the materials introduced, the problem with other pollution and destruction is the loss or destruction of existing ecologically important material.

So far so good. Let's go one step further. I assume everyone knows about this problem in Kenya. I know it and it's not pretty. Again and again a bizarre sight presents itself when I approach small clusters of houses and huts. Thousands of plastic bags hang in the bushes like colorful flowers. These paper-thin packages are floating around Kenya, no matter what you buy, everything is stuffed into a black, orange or blue bag. This is catastrophic for the environment. The plastic ends up in the ground, gets into lakes and rivers, goats and cattle eat it up and die. It clogs drains and water collects in the bags, in which malaria mosquitoes multiply. And it's not just that. Everything gets thrown away, no matter where you are, everything goes to that place. That means, where there are people there is crap. No one cares, everyone takes it for granted.

The Kenyan constitution enshrines the “right to a clean and healthy environment” as a fundamental right. According to Vision 2030, Kenya should be a country with a clean, safe and sustainable environment by 2030. With the "Climate Change Action Plan", which has been in force since 2013, Kenya wants to meet its international obligations to reduce emissions and protect the climate.

Does that help? Obviously not. Garbage is piling up in the villages and with the garbage come diseases. What's the use of being vaccinated against Covid if people just perish in the garbage?

The dump is a source of diseases and stench, but also the basis of life for many thousands of slum dwellers. They look for something useful in the rubbish. Leftover food for pigs, PET bottles, valuable raw materials from electronic waste. A mixture of paper, sawdust and water is mixed to form briquettes. Only absolutely non-recyclable items are burned.

Climate change, air pollution, waste and deforestation threaten the livelihoods of the population. Long queues of trucks clog the major connecting roads. Most Kenyans travel in the collective buses, and hardly any cars meet any emission standard here. Nairobi, in particular, collapses daily under masses of commuter cars whose drivers have to plan hours in traffic jams. Air pollution is not an issue in Kenya. The buses do not turn off the engine, even when they make a 15-minute stop.

The next problem to hit Kenya is industrialization. Half a million Kenyans make their living from the flower industry. A large proportion of Valentine's Day roses come from Kenya. These are grown in large greenhouses. A waste product are the pesticides, which are disposed of cheaply. This waste water enters the lakes and rivers unfiltered. Compliance with environmental protection guidelines. Not demanded by the politicians because they themselves benefit from the flower industry.

So everyone can see that the problem is huge and runs through all of society.

One thing should make everyone think. I was traveling by bus. I drank water from a PET bottle. When it was empty, I wanted to throw it in the garbage can that was with the driver. Because I couldn't reach him, I asked a gentleman standing not far from me if he could throw the PET bottle in the trash can. He took the bottle and threw it out the window! When asked why he threw the bottle on the street, he just shrugged. I just said it was pollution, he said it wasn't his country.

Malaika, nakupenda Malaika

Angel, I love you angel

Malaika, nakupenda Malaika

Angel, I love you angel

Nami nifanyeje, kijana mwenzio

and I, what should I do, your young friend

Nashindwa na mali sina, we,

I am defeated by the bride price that I don't have

Ningekuoa Malaika

I would marry you, angel

Nashindwa na mali sina, we,

I am defeated by the bride price that I don't have

Ningekuoa Malaika

I would marry you, angel

Kidege, hukuwaza kidege

Little bird, I think of you little bird

Kidege, hukuwaza kidege

Little bird, I think of you little bird

Nami nifanyeje, kijana mwenzio

and I, what should I do, your young friend

Nashindwa na mali sina, we,

I am defeated by the bride price that I don't have

Ningekuoa Malaika

I would marry you, angel

Nashindwa na mali sina, we,

I am defeated by the bride price that I don't have

Ningekuoa, Malaika

I would marry you, angel

Pesa zasumbua roho yangu

The money (which I do not have) depresses my soul

Pesa zasumbua roho yangu

the money (which I do not have) depresses my soul

Nami nifanyeje, kijana mwenzio

and I, what should I do, your young friend

Nashindwa na mali sina, we

I am defeated by the bride price that I don't have

Ningekuoa Malaika

I would marry you, angel

Nashindwa na mali sina, we

I am defeated by the bride price that I don't have

Ningekuoa Malaika

I would marry you, angel

Love In Kenya

 Love in kenya

I have to come to an end slowly. Now I've written about 800 pages about my adventures in Kenya, it wasn't always easy, sometimes I really had to fight my way through.

I've already written a lot about love in Kenya, I don't want to repeat myself, it's just unnecessary and boring.

"Love" is what interests most people. As everywhere, there are positive and unfortunately also negative reports. Not everyone is lucky enough to find the right one. It's not easy in Kenya, I have to write that right at the beginning, so that no wrong impression is created.

Entering a new relationship is an exciting experience and the way we show and give love in a global society is constantly changing. This reality is also true in Kenya, particularly due to changing social norms regarding relationships and marriage. Modern love in Kenya looks very different today than it used to. To illustrate how much relationships and love in Kenya have changed over time, it helps to look at the numbers.

Research suggests that having a "crush" on someone, or experiencing transient and intense feelings of attraction, typically only lasts up to four months. If feelings linger past this point, they are likely to evolve into love.

People in Kenya tend to be attracted to partners who share similar backgrounds and characteristics. Contrary to the reality created by arranged marriages of the past, many young Kenyans seeking serious relationships value someone they can identify with.

The median age for women in Kenya to marry for the first time is now 19.7; In previous decades it was common for young women who had just passed puberty to marry older men.

Likewise, the median age for men in Kenya to enter their first marriage is now 25.

We may want to come up with more positive feedback. We want to start with a Swiss.

A Swiss man went to Kenya in 2017 to work for a non-profit organization. He was sure that he would be back home in nine months at the latest. But then everything turned out differently. "I fell in love". The decision to stay was not difficult for him. This Swiss man has been living in Kenya with his wife Evaline (44) and their two children for almost three years. In order for the Swede to be able to marry his great love, he had to overcome a number of hurdles. "Kenya is different," he reveals with a smile. He had to pay for his wife. Five cows for her father and gifts of money for the rest of the family, Evaline was worth it to him.

This was a wedding that was obviously traditional. That is possible in Kenya. Traditional means that the mayor, a pastor, some family members are present. But one by one. It is important to know the typical marriage customs and rituals of the tribe of the bride or groom. This knowledge can be important in marriages. Be sure to raise this issue with all sides of the family so everyone has a say about what's important to them. Most communities have at least two or three meetings. First, the man, accompanied by his father and uncles, visits the bride's parents to express his interest in the bride-to-be. It's difficult with a foreign advertiser, you have to be active yourself. The second is usually a dowry negotiation. A final meeting often involves paying the dowry or discussing wedding plans. All negotiations are usually conducted by the fathers and uncles. The groom sits quietly and is rarely allowed to speak. Meanwhile, the women cook, serve and wait - and don't talk when you speak to them. The bride remains hidden until called by the elders to confirm that the bridegroom is "the right one". But due to the cost of these celebrations, most parents now prefer to meld all of these different visits into a single ceremony. This is the official procedure for Kenyans. It's the same with us foreigners. Here is negotiated with the bride's father, very simple. A final meeting often involves paying the dowry or discussing wedding plans. All negotiations are usually conducted by the fathers and uncles. The groom sits quietly and is rarely allowed to speak. Meanwhile, the women cook, serve and wait - and don't talk when you speak to them. The bride remains hidden until called by the elders to confirm that the bridegroom is "the right one". But due to the cost of these celebrations, most parents now prefer to meld all of these different visits into a single ceremony. This is the official procedure for Kenyans. It's the same with us foreigners. Here is negotiated with the bride's father, very simple. A final meeting often involves paying the dowry or discussing wedding plans. All negotiations are usually conducted by the fathers and uncles. The groom sits quietly and is rarely allowed to speak. Meanwhile, the women cook, serve and wait - and don't talk when you speak to them. The bride remains hidden until called by the elders to confirm that the bridegroom is "the right one". But due to the cost of these celebrations, most parents now prefer to meld all of these different visits into a single ceremony. This is the official procedure for Kenyans. It's the same with us foreigners. Here is negotiated with the bride's father, very simple. All negotiations are usually conducted by the fathers and uncles. The groom sits quietly and is rarely allowed to speak. Meanwhile, the women cook, serve and wait - and don't talk when you speak to them. The bride remains hidden until called by the elders to confirm that the bridegroom is "the right one". But due to the cost of these celebrations, most parents now prefer to meld all of these different visits into a single ceremony. This is the official procedure for Kenyans. It's the same with us foreigners. Here is negotiated with the bride's father, very simple. All negotiations are usually conducted by the fathers and uncles. The groom sits quietly and is rarely allowed to speak. Meanwhile, the women cook, serve and wait - and don't talk when you speak to them. The bride remains hidden until called by the elders to confirm that the bridegroom is "the right one". But due to the cost of these celebrations, most parents now prefer to meld all of these different visits into a single ceremony. This is the official procedure for Kenyans. It's the same with us foreigners. Here is negotiated with the bride's father, very simple. when you speak to them. The bride remains hidden until called by the elders to confirm that the bridegroom is "the right one". But due to the cost of these celebrations, most parents now prefer to meld all of these different visits into a single ceremony. This is the official procedure for Kenyans. It's the same with us foreigners. Here is negotiated with the bride's father, very simple. when you speak to them. The bride remains hidden until called by the elders to confirm that the bridegroom is "the right one". But due to the cost of these celebrations, most parents now prefer to meld all of these different visits into a single ceremony. This is the official procedure for Kenyans. It's the same with us foreigners. Here is negotiated with the bride's father, very simple. It's the same with us foreigners. Here is negotiated with the bride's father, very simple. It's the same with us foreigners. Here is negotiated with the bride's father, very simple.

A few more words about the family in Kenya.

The family system in Kenya is mainly patriarchal and patrilocal. This system is emphasized by the need for the groom or his family to pay a dowry to the bride's family before marriage. Payment of the dowry is usually in the form of money or in kind (livestock) and may be made a few days before marriage or over a longer period from birth to years after marriage. The dowry serves to fulfill justice and legality in the eyes of the families involved. With the failure of marriages in modern society, this tradition is seen as a factor connecting society to the strong moral standards of earlier days because the wife feels valuable to her husband and can therefore remain faithful to the marriage.

On the other hand, modern, educated and urban Kenyans, who passionately believe in marriage based on love, see this tradition reversed and argue that it builds marriage on purely economic factors because of the woman's motivation to be faithful to the marriage stay based out of fear that her parents would have to return the dowry to her husband's family should their marriage fail. The argument goes on to draw attention to the degrading status to which woman is subjected as she is viewed as a commodity to be bought and sold (Kilbride 1994). Since women are subject to this situation, men are preferred to control property, income and work. Furthermore, the dowry violates the rights of the woman, since in cases in which parents are eager to collect dowries for their daughters' marriage, encourages early marriages. Against this background, the tradition of dowry is slowly eroding.

That's just background information.

Here is a bad report.

Shela is where most tourists stay as there are also many nice hotels and the beach. The old town is small so it was easy to spot the locals roaming the streets. Towards the end of her week-long stay, she noticed a new face on the streets. She looked into the eyes of this dreamy Kenyan boy and as soon as he smiled she melted completely.

That same night, while hanging out at a popular floating bar, she met the man again. After locking eyes again, they finally decided to talk.

Like a true charmer, he knew all the right things to say. Whether it was "I'm a poor man, but I'm rich at heart" or "You're the only person I want and I'd like to marry you," she was smitten. He even told her he was a virgin. His smooth words and handsome looks prompted her to pay for his meals and just before leaving she bought a phone for him so they could keep in touch.

Saying goodbye was difficult for her. As they continued to talk over the next three weeks, she told her mother that she was ready to marry him and that she really fell in love. Until things took an abrupt turn. Out of nowhere, the guy texts her saying they can never talk to each other again and slanders her name. Though heartbroken, shocked and confused, she asked where that came from. He eventually admitted he had a pregnant wife in Spain. Despite the ending, there was a lesson in everything.

All is not as it seems.

A word about sex tourism.

With her sleeping six-month-old baby daughter under her arm, 17-year-old Alice explains why she moved to Mombasa from the 'upcountry' and how she has joined the growing ranks of young girls involved in the commercial sex trade on the Kenyan coast.

She became pregnant at 16 and her parents kicked her out of the house and she dropped out of school. She wanted to start a new life. There are no jobs and she had no money. She had to buy groceries to feed her baby. From then on she just kept going.

She ideally caters to mzungu (white) male tourists but otherwise locals. She doesn't see herself as a prostitute, she describes herself as a "sheng" (Kenyan slang) Bangaisha word meaning "courting for business".

According to a report by the United Nations Children's Fund (UNICEF), commercial sex tourism on the Kenyan coast is growing rapidly and gaining acceptance as a valid way of earning an income, spurred by a thriving tourism industry. According to the Kenyan Tourism Board, 1.68 million tourists visited Kenya in 2005.

But no matter how bad the local economy gets, one aspect never dies: the thriving sex tourism industry. Elderly foreigners, men and women, flock to this city's many cafes every day, accompanied by locals, many of whom appear to be underage. Child prostitution is tolerated here, and no one blinks at the sight of young black women or girls accompanying much older white men. Young men are also lured into the shop. A group of shirtless young men queuing outside a famous hotel like a slave market. The idea is to attract the attention of aging white women staying at the hotel, who would be willing to "sponsor" the men in exchange for sex. Naturally, that raises questions.

Unfortunately, some local leaders see these forms of sexual exploitation as beneficial to the economy. Not long ago, a senator urged her female constituents to bare their breasts to boost tourism. The senator urged women to go topless and wear only a leso around their hips. She argued that foreigners used to come to the coastal region of Kenya to see bare African breasts. She apparently believes that as more coastal women go naked, foreign tourists will flock to Kenya's beach resorts. Local people struggling with poverty have also grown up believing that their bodies are there to be used. Their stunted lives do not allow them to imagine a place where they, not the foreigners, call the shots. They have been marginalized and sexually exploited for so long that they see selling sex as normal. They don't aspire to be doctors or lawyers or fashion designers because there are few role models in their community who can show them that there are other more productive and less self-denigrating ways to make a living. Those Malindians who manage to gain higher education don't bother coming back. that there are other more productive and less self-denigrating ways to make a living. Those Malindians who manage to gain higher education don't bother coming back. that there are other more productive and less self-denigrating ways to make a living. Those Malindians who manage to gain higher education don't bother coming back.

Here in Kenya you can get everything, you just have to pay decently.

(Love Matters,

View,

kenyan buzz,

Travel Noire,

the standard,

elephant)

Sociology In Kenya

 

Sociology in Kenya

I've been here for some time now, in Kenya, and that's where I made my experiences. I always try to go through life with open eyes and ears. I made some observations and I want to share them now.

It should be known, at least to the locals, that Kenya is not a land of milk and honey. The tourists naturally see things differently, but they also don't have the insight that we who live here have. It is also likely that what I noticed would not be noticed by a local, precisely because he is used to it. In Kenya, economic growth can be seen in the shopping malls in the capital that have been built in recent years for a small upper class. The general public has none of it. Almost 40 percent live on less than $2 a day.

Viumbe vyote vya mungu wetu na mfalme wetu

Pazeni sauti ili nasi mwimbe

Pazeni sauti

All our God and our Kings creatures

Raise your voices so that we can sing

Raise your voices

Here's my observation.

In Kenya, not everything works the way some Europeans might be used to. The clocks tick differently here. Slower or faster. If it is 7 a.m. in Europe, it is 1 a.m. in East Africa. This is African time. From this you can already see that there are differences. But that's just by the way. I have a strong feeling here that there is no "togetherness" in Kenya. In Europe we have something called solidarity. Solidarity is an important factor to create a better life. We have a union, that's the association of workers to fight for better working conditions, better wages. Why is that important? Well, a finger can be broken, five fingers make a fist that can't be broken. That is why we in Europe have achieved more than the workers in Kenya. We all fought, that's not possible here, people go abroad, look there for what they can't get or have in ke3. Here there is union, but it is toothless. As I've noticed before, everyone wants to leave Kenya. It's no accident, people here realize something is wrong and they think it's the merit, which everyone thinks is so much higher than in Kenya. However, this is a mistake! that it is the merit that everyone thinks is so much higher than in Kenya. However, this is a mistake! that it is the merit that everyone thinks is so much higher than in Kenya. However, this is a mistake!

I quickly felt that there were problems here. All of a sudden, the scales fell from my eyes. I was standing on the 5th floor of a hotel. I looked down the street, there was a roundabout. Actually nothing special. And now it comes. I turned around and when I looked back down the road, the roundabout was full of vehicles and everyone was crowding in. An impossible situation! Instead of leaving and making space, every millimeter was used, because there was no space between the cars! And then I knew. Here nobody thinks of others, here one only thinks of oneself! That's how society works!

But the problem goes even deeper. This year there is a presidential election. And this is where opinions differ. In Kenya there are 42 different tribes and 3 main languages, which makes everything even more difficult. In this three main language groups the tribes in Kenya can be divided into, they are the;

Bantu-speaking tribes:

Central Bantu: Kikuyu, Akamba, Meru, Embu, Tharaka, Mbere Western Bantu: Gussi, Kuria, Luhya Coastal Bantu: Mikikenda, Swahili, Pokomo, Segeju, Taveta, Taita

Nilotic-speaking tribes:

Plains Nilotic: Maasai, Samburu, Teso, Turkana, Elmolo, Njemps Highland Nilotic: Kalenjin, Marakwet, Tugen, Pokot, Elkony, Kipsigis Lake River Nilotic: Luo

Cushitic-speaking tribes:

Eastern Cushitic: Rendille, Somali, Boran, Gabbra, Orma Southern Cushitic: Bonuses

Ameru Tribe

The Meru or Amîîrú (including the Ngaa) are a Bantu ethnic group that inhabit the Meru region of Kenya on the fertile lands of north and eastern slopes of Mount Kenya, in the former Eastern Province of Kenya.

The largest tribe in Kenya by population is Kikuyu who mainly resides in the central province. The second-largest tribe is the Luhyas who are compromised of several subgroups including the Abanyala and Abanyore (List Of Tribes in Kenya). We want to leave it at that. Back to the election.

There's a party mood: Female voters in Kenya celebrate early in the morning in front of a polling station in western Kenya while waiting for the opening. The presidential election in Kenya this year could set the geopolitical context in East Africa for years to come.

As elections in Kenya have repeatedly been accompanied by outbreaks of violence and allegations of rigging, this will likely be one of the most watched elections of the year.

According to the constitution, President Uhuru Kenyatta cannot stand again. The most influential politicians next to him are Raila Odinga (former Member of Parliament (MP) for Langata and businessman who served as the Prime Minister of Kenya from 2008 to 2013. He is assumed as the Leader of Opposition in Kenya since 2013. Raila Odinga is the presidential candidate for ODM under Azimio La Umoja Coalition, for presidential elections slated for August 2022) who lost the 2017 election to Kenyatta and called the result fraudulent, and Vice President William Ruto (currently serving as Deputy President of Kenya since September 2013. On 15 March 2022, Ruto was endorsed by UDA as the party's presidential candidate for Kenya's presidential election set for August 2022. On 12th April 2022, Kenya Kwanza political coalition endorsed Ruto as its presidential candidate for 2022 elections. Ruto and his wife own an expansive farm in Sugoi. He also owns shares in various real estate developments in Kenya including the Weston Hotel and a large share in AMACO, an insurance company. He has been described as a Kenyan-shilling billionaire.) Before the 2013 election, he allied himself with Kenyatta because both were threatened with indictment before the International Criminal Court; Most recently, the vice president broke away from the president and thus split the common party. (Wikipedia). He has been described as a Kenyan-shilling billionaire.) Before the 2013 election, he allied himself with Kenyatta because both were threatened with indictment before the International Criminal Court; Most recently, the vice president broke away from the president and thus split the common party. (Wikipedia). He has been described as a Kenyan-shilling billionaire.) Before the 2013 election, he allied himself with Kenyatta because both were threatened with indictment before the International Criminal Court; Most recently, the vice president broke away from the president and thus split the common party. (Wikipedia).

Ruto is a Kalenjin, Uhuru a Kikuyu. The 2 tribes have occupied the presidency since independence. Raila is from the Luo tribe. Here is a 2017 list of power relations.

NASA Votes m bk

Luhya- 2.6 million

Kamba- 2.2 million

Luos- 2 million

Coastal bantus – 1.8 million

Kiisiis – 970,000

*APPROX : 9.57 M VOTES*

*JUBILEE VOTES:*

kikuyu – 2.8 million

Kalenjins – 2.3 million

Meru and upper eastern -1 million

*APPROX : 6.1M VOTES*

*SHARED VOTES:*

Somali – 1.4 million

Maasai – 1 million.

Uhuru Kenyatta won.

Raila Odinga's historic strongholds have included Nyanza, Western, Lower Eastern, and Coastal areas. The Upper Eastern area, which includes Meru, Embu, and Tharaka Nithi, voted with the rest of Mount Kenya. Because William Ruto has raided substantial sections of Raila Odinga' s heartland, the year 2022 will be different.

Ruto has campaigned actively in the counties of Kisii and Nyamira in Nyanza. Despite coming up short in the Bonchari by-elections, the UDA candidate received a significant number of votes. He hopes to win important votes in the two counties, as well as some substantial votes in Migori County' s Kuria region.

Both president evaluators have chosen a "running mate", i.e. a deputy president. One chose a Kikuyu man, which is not surprising given that the Kikuyu are the largest tribe in Kenya. On top of that, the other contender got himself a Kikuyu woman. Whoever gets the Kikuyu votes will win.

As we can see here, too, there is hardly any togetherness. Who becomes president cannot be determined whether he is the best choice, but rather by which tribe supports him.

As elections in Kenya have repeatedly been accompanied by outbreaks of violence and allegations of rigging, this will likely be one of the most watched elections of the year.

Parties in Kenya are strongly influenced by political entrepreneurs who mobilize their followers on the basis of their own ethnic group; Leaders of smaller ethnic groups gain influence through alliances with larger ones. William Ruto (ranked among the wealthiest people in the country) is now trying to mobilize the poor and unemployed across ethnic groups, and is responding to demands from young people for an end to cronyism based on identity politics. (Weltsichten.de).

Those born here in poverty have little chance of good schooling and vocational training. Youth unemployment is around 40 percent. As a result, many girls and boys end up on the streets and get caught up in a spiral of violence, crime and drugs. (comundo)

Maembe suru chuku chuku ni sasamole

Mi naning'inia kwa marati nipopoe (On the Beat)

Kiduchu nipe tena baba niue

Mi nakuzimia usizingue unisumbue wewe

Mango Suru Chuku Chuku is Sasamole

I stick to the Martin Nipopoe (On the Beat)

Gradually give me a father to kill me

I'm telling you not to worry about me

Marriage in Kenya - Ndoa nchini Kenya

 Marriage in Kenya - Ndoa nchini Kenya

I am not writing these articles for Kenya, they should be read everywhere. Not all foreigners know, do not inform themselves, and therefore fall headlong into a trap. Today I will write or rather report something about marriage in Kenya.

I've been asked so many times by women if I couldn't get them a white man. So far, though, I don't know what is, or should be, so important about a white man. The white men are just like the black men, there is no difference. There are good and bad people everywhere. This also applies to women. What is really important is equality. A good relationship can only exist if man and woman are equal. "True equality is achieved when a stupid woman takes the place of a stupid man without anyone noticing." So said M. Thatcher. And now let us turn to this marriage law.

Jambo, Jambo bwana,

habari gani,

Mzuri sana.

Wageni, Wakaribishwa,

Kenya yetu Hakuna Matata.

Kenya nchi nzuri,

Hakuna matata.

Nchi ya maajabu

Hakuna matata.

hello hello sir

How are you,

Very well. visitor,

Welcome,

Our Kenya no violence.

Kenya is a beautiful country

No problem.

A Land of Wonders

No problem.

I think this song is overkill. Kenya is not that beautiful and peaceful. Now let's get to marriage.

The right and/or ability as a person to legally marry one or more spouses. The emphasis here is on several... That sounds tempting. Is not possible in Europe.

As tempting as this offer is, I have to advise against it. I've often been asked, "Why don't you get married?"

I replied: "Honestly, because I keep thinking about your wife."

"What? My wife! You scoundrel!"

"Don't worry! I'm just afraid that I'll catch one of those too!"

That's the danger and if I marry twice, then I might have two such furies at home. Who would want that?

To put it bluntly, I've had my experience. Judge for yourself.

"Tell me, have you proposed to your divine?"

"Yes, but I'll have to wait a little longer. She said I'd be the last one she'd marry!"

You have to be lucky!

It can happen to those who are not lucky. When I woke up, I told my wife what I dreamed: "We weren't married yet and I asked for your hand."

"Oh, that was a nice dream," she breathes.

"Yes," I nod, "because you said no!"

If that were true, I would have a short life, I can assume that.

On the other hand, it's not so easy for women either. My wife comes home beaming with happiness. "Just think, today a gentleman spoke to me and said Miss to me!"

"Sure," I growled, "who would have thought that someone could have married you!"

My life is getting shorter, I know it. The divine is already very mad at me. But what's the point?

Of course you have to submit some documents. Requirements for the foreigner: Create an e-citizen account for visitors.

Fill out (groom) an online application form

More must be added:

Copy of valid passport

Copy of birth certificate

1 color passport photo

Fine, and now we come to the problems. "I'm no longer sure if he's really single anymore. He's behaving strangely, getting caught up in lies and contradictions. I get the impression that he has a girlfriend in Kenya or maybe he's even married to a Kenyan woman." That is from Lisa. Nothing is safe in Kenya.

Unfortunately, this type of marriage has many disadvantages, especially for women. She cannot simply leave her husband and is dependent on him. The man can even take the children away from the woman if she cheats on him or just deserts him. Many women also got married very young and therefore did not even go to secondary school. Even if this is fortunately changing a bit nowadays and the education of girls is also valued, it still happens today that young girls have to get married after the 8th grade. This is how you get away from your family, your father has to take care of one less person and the new man at your side is responsible for you.

Often the girls have no other way out, for example if they become pregnant and are not yet married. Since they will have a hard time finding a man with an illegitimate child, they are often married to the "next best". Even if such situations are mostly only found in the countryside, this is something that I don't think any woman should experience. Also, the statement that when women are raped and become pregnant - it's their fault made me very angry.

The black woman also has to be careful, because experiences with foreign women are mainly made by European men who are looking for alternatives in the choice of partner in order to escape the ideology of feminism, which has a significantly negative influence on many European women.

Quite a few stories begin with the words "Two weeks ago I met a woman and spent the best weeks of my life with her. Now she has to go back...". Many German men have had frustrating experiences with German women and are therefore often delighted when a foreign woman prepares "heaven on earth" for them. Negative experiences with foreign women that other German men have already made often go unnoticed. The happy hormones then lead to the AMIGA syndrome, to the irrefutable conviction "But mine is completely different".

But "heaven on earth" can quickly turn into "divorce hell in Germany". "The helper industry does somersaults when the 'poor' separated wife from abroad turns up there. The father is basically there as the buyer of a foreign bride whom he has taken with him as sex provisions and now wants to get rid of her cheaply at the expense of the general public after she has given him has become boring. Even more harshness and one-sidedness on the part of judges and youth welfare offices are the result."

Dulunga lu menadzi hafanana

Hanana kukanela shalalala

Dulunga lu menadzi hafanana

Hanana kukanela shalalala

Whenna naumija hafanana

Hanana kukanela shalalala

Whenna naumija hafanana

Hanana kukanela shalalala

The water surface is not the same

He refuses to attend anything that might turn out to be a funeral

The water surface is not the same

He refuses to attend anything that might turn out to be a funeral Whenna naumija is not the same

He refuses to attend anything that might turn out to be a funeral Whenna naumija is not the same

He refuses to attend anything that might turn out to be a funeral

A dupe writes: Professional hookers from Cheers, Safari Inn and Casaurina are taboo for me - there are enough nice girls on Tinder et al (although of course there are also the ones from Casaurina)

If I end up with the police again, I know they're working for the highest bidder. So I just have to pay the cop more than the blackmailer instead of giving her the money, which shouldn't be a problem.

For a few shillings more I'm sure the cops will do me the favor of slapping her in the face or throwing her in the men's jail if I'm out for revenge. Not that I'm encouraging it, it'll probably just cause more problems later.

Sex toys are not taken, even if I already know the lady, even if she asks for it.

That's bad though. What happened?

He was there again and immediately saw his "blackmailer" from back then. She stared awkwardly in the other direction, but he still recognized her. She was with someone else. This old story was at least 3 years ago, meanwhile it doesn't really matter, or he has learned lessons from it.

But what happened a few days later was very ugly. He was at Cheers with his new flame and we sat at the table and ate. Suddenly a young lady showed up at his table whom he had never seen before and said she knew him. Then she exchanged a few words. Later at the hotel, she reported to me, the other had followed her to the bathroom. He would have done something ugly to her and she would have reported me to the police and he would have paid her 50,000 KES "compensation tax".

Of course, there were also uncomfortable questions from his newcomers.

As it turned out later, the professional hookers (including his blackmailer) from Casaurina have a WhatsApp group in which all sorts of information about the tourists is exchanged. Apparently his blackmailer had also warmed up the old story there, including a mug shot of him, so that all professional whores were really informed. According to the details of your new girl, you will also be informed who had which lady when and how much was paid, of course with your name and picture.

Dulunga lu menadzi hafanana

Hanana kukanela shalalala

Dulunga lu menadzi hafanana

Hanana kukanela shalalala

Whenna naumija hafanana

Hanana kukanela shalalala

Whenna naumija hafanana

Hanana kukanela shalalala

The water surface is not the same

He refuses to attend anything that might turn out to be a funeral

The water surface is not the same

He refuses to attend anything that might turn out to be a funeral Whenna naumija is not the same

He refuses to attend anything that might turn out to be a funeral Whenna naumija is not the same

He refuses to attend anything that might turn out to be a funeral

So I can only give one piece of advice (as we say in Austria): "Caution is the mother of wisdom." Or: "All that glitters is not gold."

Good advice is expensive. That's the way it looks.