My divine always ready for a joke

From the Internet she found out. She does it! I wonder. "What is that?", I ask her. She explains. "It's a remedy to make your hair grow again." The whole remedy is in a jar. There used to be jam in it, now there's a green mass. "What's that inside?", I ask. It does look funny. "That's Rosemarie, with canola oil and olive oil, cooked, now it has to stand for 24 hours, then we can taste it." "Rosemarie! I use this for cooking, especially for spagett." "Rosemarie you can also drink it as tea." "I didn't know that!" I can't know everything! That's life. And then she goes on to say, "It's good for the memory, too. If you take Rosemarie, it strengthens your memory." "Why don't you take that?", I ask. "I forgot!"

Prostitution in Kenya - Ukahaba nchini Kenya

 Prostitution in Kenya - Ukahaba nchini Kenya

Because that's how people are. A common fear brings them together more easily than a common love (Hans Fallada)

Kenya is one of the most developed countries in East Africa. There is a small upper class that owns the majority of the capital. 50 percent of the population lives in poverty. Where this poverty is to be found, everywhere. The middle class is small and plays only a minor role. There isn't much wiggle room.

Ay bora nifee bora nifeeee

huenda nitagomboka pengine

Labda nitagomboka

Ay bora nifeee

Ay better nifee bora nifeeee maybe i probably will probably

He offers his body to the tourists, she offers hers to the tourists. The two are a couple. There is that too. Everyone according to their ideas. What matters is the money. You run the business of love. She comes from a slum in Kenya's capital, Nairobi. He left his village deep in the west of the country. The white people's money lured them to Mombasa. There they offer their youth and their slim, athletic bodies. He the tourists, she the tourists. That's the business: white people hope for love and sex. The blacks are counting on the money.

Tens of thousands of tourists from Europe are drawn to Kenya's beaches. Thousands of beach boys and beach girls are waiting for them. They sell boat tours, colorful cloths or carvings, everything is monetized. . They are out and about in the bars as DJs, musicians or dancers. Their true addressees are often older women and men, some well over 70. They mostly come from Germany, Austria, Great Britain or Italy. The men offer themselves playmates who could be their granddaughters and they don't mind.. The lonely women at home become queens here. The locals call it “Sugarmama” or “Hotcake”. That's nice, you can buy everything here with money, including the illusion of being loved.

Many tourists, but also tourists, date the same man or woman for years and consider their companion to be a loyal lover until they find out that he or she is also serving other customers. Or that the alleged sister is actually the wife or vice versa. Everything is possible, nothing impossible, everything can be, nothing has to be.

Ehhh_ooh

mwili umejaa vidonda donda

kisa kupenda aaah

Naitwa bwege nahisi kwa kuhonga honga

Sabuni chooni

namaliza mimi kwani jamani

Ehhh_ooh the body is full of wounds wounds cause love aaah

Why is production so widespread in Kenya? I would think it is, in large part, because of the impasse that we find here. The young people lack prospects, they are not given them. The struggle for daily survival is hard, inhuman! Poverty is great, so is hunger. There is no prospect of regular work, so not much is left. The choices are not great. As already mentioned, the boys can try to sell something small, acquire something that doesn't belong to them, it's exhausting and most white people aren't interested, they only see shiny bodies in the sun. If they sell their bodies, they get a lot more money. This is of course a fallacy because this business only works for a short time. When youth is over, life is over too.

Kama Mwajumaa

nimempa simu cha ajabu kani block

Salimaaaa

hataki mapenzi anataka pochi

Magumu Avelinaaa

baada ya kumpa gari eti hanitaki

Nguvu sinaa eeh

Wololoo loooo

Ay bora nifeee

Huenda nitagomboka pengine

If I gave him a weird call block on Friday Salimaaaa he doesn't want love he wants a wallet Hard Avelinaaa after he gave him a car he doesn't want power I ain't got no eeh wololoo loooo Ay better nifeee maybe I'll break

Poverty is not a natural phenomenon, poverty is made. Sometimes poverty is desired! Now you might ask, who wants poverty? What kind of idiots are these? We all know these "idiots", they are the owners of big companies. Why? They want to keep wages low. The products are sold at higher prices, which translates into high returns. The rich get richer, the workers get poorer.

Ay bora nifeee

Huenda nitagomboka pengine

Kwani nasubiri nini duniani

nasubiri nini

Ay better nifeee I may be confused 'cause I'm waiting for the world and what I'm waiting for

The whole problem could be solved if governments wanted it. An example : A clothing company produces in Bangladesh. The wages are very low, so the products can be sold cheaply in Europe, which pleases the consumers, but not the workers in Bangladesh. What's more, none of these companies count taxes! This is a loophole in the law that is being exploited mercilessly. The workers are the losers. Governments could do something about it, but they don't, and so the spiral continues.

Poor people wouldn't need to be poor if the rich didn't have too much. It's better to give away your wife than some money.

Kwani nasubiri nini duniani

nasubiri nini

Niliempendaga mwenzangu

akaumiza roho yangutu

Kaniwazisha niwe padri

nihudumie kanisa tu

What am I waiting for in the world and what am I waiting for? I loved my partner and only hurt my soul.

And now I come back to prostitution. Prostitution is good business. Not for the one or those who perform them. Thousands of holidaymakers come to the country, are hardly interested in culture or nature, they are only interested in cheap sex. Everyone looks, sees, nobody says anything, because money doesn't stink. The moral guards on the beach looked just like everyone else. Of course, everyone knows that when there is no prostitution, there are fewer tourists and therefore less business. Seen in this way, prostitutes are an economic engine. Entire cities live off the prostitutes. What's even worse is that hardly anyone takes care of the prostitutes.

nikaogopa mapenzi tu

Tena usinywe na sumu ukautoa uhai (ya nini)

Usijemlaumu alokuacha zamani (zamani)

Ukikata na roho utajibu nini siku ya kiama

Kama Diana

nimempa simu cha ajabu kani block

Ayeee Peninaaaa

hataki mapenzi anataka pochi

Mama Ivanaa

baada ya kumpa gari eti hanitaki

Nguvu sina

I was just afraid of love.

And do not drink with poison and give life (what)

Don't blame what you left behind in the past (earlier).

When you cut with the Spirit what you will answer on the Day of Resurrection

Like Diana

I gave him a weird phone lock

Ayeee Peninaaaaa

She doesn't want love, she wants purses

Mother Ivana

after giving the car a syp

electricity I don't have

Here is a small but important note, Prostitution in Kenya, Wikipedia.

"Prostitution in Kenya is widespread. The legal situation is complex. Although prostitution is not criminalized by Federal law, municipal by-laws may prohibit it. (Nairobi banned all sex work in December 2017). It is illegal to profit from the prostitution of others, and to aid, abet, compel or incite prostitution. (Sections 153 and 154 of the Penal Code). UNAIDS estimate there to be 133,675 prostitutes in the country."

What I don't know is whether the 15,000 children who are rented out, partly by their parents, are counted here.

What does that tell us? The sex industry is the largest profitable business in Kenya. I don't think there is any company in Kenya that employs more people than the sex industry, nor will there be a company that brings in as much.

Japokuwa hujaniwish hii hii

kwenye birthday yangu

ila usikose mazishi

kwenye Msiba wangu

Japokuwa huja ni wish hii hii

kwenye birthday yangu

ila usikose mazishi

Siku ya msiba wangu

Although you did not wish me this on my birthday, but do not miss the funeral on my tragedy. Although you come here, this wish is on my birthday, but not to miss the funeral on the day of my tragedy

The Women - A Mystery

 

The women, a mystery that will never be solved
Wanawake, siri ambayo haitatatuliwa kamwe

Valentine's Day is - for me at least - happily over, what remains is the question of whether we men can understand women? Hand on heart, my friends, who can say that we really understand our wife? Women are not easy! They are, in short and simply put, quite difficult.

Goethe established heaven on earth for women, and Goethe was married to Christiane Vulpius. That's remarkable! The author of "The Sorrows of Young Werther"; in any case, he must have known what love is, otherwise he would not have been able to write this tragic story.

You ask me what love is? A star in a bunch of crap. To put it simply.

The women have to study like men, if we don't do that, thinking that we are the lords of creation, we will lose completely. We're already losing, there's nothing we can do now, we missed the chance to win.

What does this have to do with Kenya? Many will ask. Well, everything and nothing. All because, globally speaking, women are all the same; nothing, because no woman is like another woman. You can't compare a woman to another woman, we humans are all different. No one looks the same, one is fat, another thin; one big, one small; one has blond hair, another black hair. There are certainly many other distinctions, but let's leave it at that. Let's acknowledge that we're not the same, and that's a good thing.

What is so typical about the women in Kenya? Of course, every woman in Africa is an individual, African women have their own individual character, regardless of whether they belong to an ethnic group. Many mzungus are ripped off. Initially, the mzungu still has reservations about getting involved with the female bodies that are offered as a matter of course, allowing them into his life. But at some point they fall in love, they are weak and cannot resist these beautiful and cuddly bodies. For a few days they let themselves fall into the illusion that a new perspective could open up for them in this exotic country. You may also believe in it. You hope so.

Without empathy for these mzungus, I can only let this supposed paradise collide with reality.

Ulianza wewe, wakaja waimbaji na wabana pua

Wale mwewe, Franga wawindaji wakatusua

Kwakuwa, wanajua mshikaji unaishi kwa miko

na zako itikadi, ziko kimziki na sio mshiko

Kama haileti hela, basi haimake sense, no sweat kisela mie nikakomaa tu na lako penzi

Sikusound garbage au kuchange suddenly

Mie ni mjeshi so naweza fight savagely

Hiphop ya ukweli, ukapigwa radioni/sometimes malaika wa heri nao hutembelea motoni

Penzi ni kipofu na anayemuona halioni

sikuwa na hofu, mama alinipenda tangu nikiwa tumboni

I started young, I made my mother's womb a drum

My umblirical chord a guitar, muhoji aliyenizaa

Bongo Flava mzuri kiasi, hip hop we ndo my queen

my 1st my last & everything in between

Sikusound garbage au kuchange suddenly

Mie ni You started, there came the singers and the snipers Those, those, the frog hunters scolded us because they know the catcher lives according to the rules and your ideology, they are music and not the handle. If it don't get across then don't make sense change suddenly Mie's a soldier so I can fight wild Hiphop of the truth you've been beaten on the radio / sometimes the angels of hell visit the fire too love is blind and whoever sees it I'm afraid no umbilical cord a guitar interviewer who pretty much gave birth to bongo flava hip hop we make my queen my first my last and everything in between you started there came the singers and the snipers those the frog hunters scolded us because they know the catcher lives by the rules and your ideology, they are the music and not the handle.

Hiphop ya ukweli, ukapigwa radioni/sometimes malaika wa heri nao hutembelea motoni

Penzi ni kipofu na anayemuona halioni

sikuwa na hofu, mama alinipenda tangu nikiwa tumboni

I started young, I made my mother's womb a drum

My umblirical chord a guitar, muhoji aliyenizaa

Bongo Flava mzuri kiasi, hip hop we ndo my queen

my 1st my last & everything in between

I would now like to turn to my wife. It's not always easy with her, but what woman is easy? I will try to portray my wife briefly, I will tell a story about it, then everyone can form their own opinion.

We were in the mountains. For those who don't know or don't know yet, Austria is a country of mountains. So we climbed the mountain, that's quite normal in Austria. Suddenly I slipped and fell into a crevice. My wife was really worried about me, I have to say!

"Have you hurt yourself?" she called after me.

"No!"

"Do you feel any pain?"

"No!"

"Something broken?"

I got a little angry, there were just too many questions.

"Leave me alone!" I shouted back, "I'm still flying!"

This is my beloved wife. And it's not over yet. I hit the ground! That made a terrible noise.

"Honey, what happened?" she called after me.

"I've arrived now!"

"How are you?"

"All the bones broken!"

"Can you climb up?"

"Not possible!"

"Well, what isn't broken?"

"My teeth!"

"That's good! I'll throw you a rope, you bite down on it and I'll pull you up!"

I can rely on my wife! With a superhuman effort, she pulled me up, the rope tight between my teeth.

I wasn't quite there when she asked me, "Are you holding up?"

I replied, "Yes...," and I fell back down.

So are the women!

An African proverb says: "Before you marry a widow, you must first find out what killed the husband." And you can leave it like that. Before getting married, everyone should be sure that they are the right partner. This is supposed to mean that women are - in principle - difficult, much more difficult than us men.

Black chataaaaaaaa

Black chataaaaaaaa eeeehhh eeeehhh

Rhino: pande zote za mtaa wanajua mi ni masta

Black chataaaaaaaa

Black chataaaaaaaa eeeeh eeeehh eeehh

Rhino: nakaba mpaka vivuli ona winga inavyokata

Black chataaaaaaaa

Black chataaaaaaaa

Black Chataaaaaaaa Black Chataaaaaaaa eeeehhh eeeehhh Rhino: All sides of the road know mi ni masta

Another example of how women think.

In hospital. A doctor. After the examination. She looks me in the eyes.

"What is it?" I ask.

"You only have 5 months to live!"

I look at her, had to think, then I asked her, "From what?"

No answer, of course, just a somewhat unintelligible look.

Many women do not understand us men. That is a fact.

Hawa mapungazeze wala hawafikiri

Risasi zao ni maji kwangu hazina dili

Na wala hamnitishi hata mkija wavili

Ujanja wangu mitindo yangu sio ya kuikabili

Salute nastahili/ kuruti hunikabili

Nanyuti ukijenga chuki hunikuti kimashairi

Mi ndio namba 1 gangstar, eeh namba 1 rapstar

Namba 1 for real we namba 1 wanksta

Mi ni don wa madon/boss wa maboss

Kama fire mimi nina burn wananiona mi mikosi

Eeh kaa mbali ni kama nakupa tu tahadhari

Jihadhari usishindane na mimi kwa mistari

Mi ni soo / jooh/ nimepita sana madojo

Ulimi laini kama mifupa ya wabogojo

Unaona bwana/Waeleze waeleze bwana black chata bwana we are

These idiots don't think their bullets are water to me, they got no business And they don't scare me even if you two come My tricks, my style is not to face Salute 1 wanksta Mi is Don from Madon/ Boss of bosses How fire I' I'm burning they see me mi mikosi Eeh stay away it's like I'm just warning you. Be careful not to compete with me on the lines. Mi is soo / jooh / / Tell 'em to say Mr. Black Chata sir we are

It's always the same. Once again I must return to my beloved wife. Every day the same, every day the same fight. The fight for the blankets. I've gotten used to it by now, so I sneak into bed, and every damn night I'm unsuccessful. So I lie down, cover myself up. Try not to move me, because that can have consequences. However, it doesn't help! Well, I lie quietly on the bed, don't move, it doesn't take long before the first comment comes: "What are you doing with the blanket?"

Friendly as I am, I answer: "Mmh..."

She cannot be satisfied with that. Would be even nicer!

"You're shoving the whole blanket on me! It's heavy!"

"I didn't move at all!"

It's just a little hint.

"I can not stand that!"

"What can I do?"

"Hold the blanket!"

I hold the blanket tight, it's pulling back and forth like crazy.

"It's better now!"

Honestly, I don't know which is better, but I'll leave it at that. This is our daily blanket fight. This is repeated at least once more, until peace finally returns.

I have advertised! Looking for a woman! What's funny about this is that only men answered me, they all wrote to me: Take mine!

things are there!

Kudadadeki naflow nablow style zangu zinachoma kama moto

hebu check ninavyoblow

Heiiiyaaaaa!!! wanauliza mbona mimi sitoki

Namba moja kila siku kwenye chati sitoki

Naflow nafloat siwezi kulost siwezi kufanya mambo yatakayonikosti

Hawani-malizi hawanikatizi sifanani nao kama macho yawa-chinnese

Sifanani nao check level za anga hizi mimi mgumu daima nitadumu

Wao kama mayonizi na bado nimo humuhumu na kato sitosizi

Sichimbiki sipimiki na sifunikiki kama mercury sakafuni mi huwa simwagiki

Hii ndio desturi asiyenipenda ona atajenga chuki

The Dan dada nasoma jalada nachoma mashada/hapa mi ndio kada ok…!

Kudadadadeki naflow nablow my style burns like fire let's see how I blow Heiiiyaaaaaa!!! They ask why I'm not number one on the chart every day. I'm not from Naflow nafloat. I can't lose I can't do things I don't want to. I dont lie

Leaving aside the easy, the ridiculous, let's get serious.

Which one of us hasn't changed? And those of us who haven't changed! What happened to them? circumstances change us; someone's death changes us; Misconduct changes us; illness changes us; crying changes us; the days we've spent alone change us; unity changes us; responsibility changes us; the weakness changes us, the more we grow, the older we get, the better we understand our situation, the world and the people we change! We stay away from people who have tired and hurt us, so let's change! Who among us hasn't changed and stayed the same? Change is inevitable, but we hope to change to maturity, stronger, more merciful, and not for the worst and ugliest.

The older you get, the more quiet you become. Life humbles you so deeply as you age. You're realize how many nonsense you wasted tume on.

We change and we are changed. The little human interest that a pure heart can only feel is reserved for immortality. We will not achieve immortality, we humans are too weak for that. What makes us strong is our women, no matter how much we complain, only they make life worth living. Think of the woman as of that first woman who made your pulse race, over whom no other of her sex had power before.

The time when the year comes to an end is always the time when you set yourself new goals for the coming year. This is at least the first step on the way to happiness. Just as there are 7 things that lead to happiness, there are also 7 things that don't lead to happiness. And that's when any of few things aren't there.

The goal said only therefore. Only an apparent goal is mentioned. But there is not even a hint of the will behind it to want to start it. It's just meant to appease those around you.

It's just a goal imposed by the environment. Parents, partner, friends... would like you to set this goal. But there is no interest.

After 1.1. everyday life begins again with its daily recurring goals. These necessary daily goals usually ensure that one's own set goals fade more and more into the background and fall out of consciousness. Only with the next turn of the year do they come back into consciousness and the game begins again.

However, many a goal is too ambitious and cannot be achieved from the current point of view and thus quickly loses attention again. However, dividing a large goal into several intermediate goals increases the feasibility of the final goal.

Goals don't reach themselves. In order to achieve a goal, you have to do something that is conducive to the goal. Of course, it could also happen that the environment changes in such a way that the goal is reached, or someone helps to achieve the goal, for example with a gift. But something has been done here too. Something has changed the environment and you should at least let the helper know his goal so that he can help you achieve it.

In order to achieve a goal, one should reach the goal precisely, otherwise one has achieved something other than the actual goal. Then excuses are necessary that explain the other goal.

During the day one achieves several thousand goals, one's own and those imposed by one's environment or voluntarily adopted. Just how many are we aware of? But this is exactly where the reward for our efforts awaits. If we have reached our own goal, happiness awaits us here. But only when we become aware that our own goal has been achieved. And if we have achieved someone else's goal, the success, the social recognition by a happy face, could reward us.

But why do we need a special deadline to set our own goals? Let every day be a New Year and constantly set new goals for yourself, no matter how small, and happiness will be your constant companion.

Never leave a true relation for few faults. Nobody is perfect, nobody is correct, and in the end, affection is always greater than perfection.

"Schau Schazi, mir is doch eh kloa,

Dass des von dir a bleda Schmäh woa

Owa Schazi, ind jetzt bisd baff

Bei mir schdehsd a auf da Saff

Du glaubst vielleicht, du kannst mi roll'n

Des ham scho Aundre vor dir woll′n

Wiasd scho merkn, dass i ned so deppert bin

Du glaubst du schbüsd di da mit mir

Dabei schbüh i mi doch mit dir

Was wett ma Schazi, um was wett ma, dass i g'winn"

Original text by Wolfgang Danzer, it needs a translation so that everyone can understand it.

"Look darling, it's very clear to me

That that was a stupid joke from you

But now darling, and now you're speechless

With me you stand on the soap

You may think you can annoy me

Others have tried before you

You'll see that I'm not that stupid after all

You think you can play with me

I'm playing with you

We bet honey I'll win."

Finally, a poem by Jura Soyfer.

song of the common man

We may have once been human

Or will it be one day

If we recover thoroughly from all this,

But are we human today? No!

We are the name on the passport

We are the silent image in the mirror glass

We are the echo of a torrent of phrases

And echoes of dead echoes.

All humanity has long since been crushed

Let's not keep up the empty appearance!

We in our deeply dehumanized cities

Should people call us? No!

We are the street dust of the big city

We are the number in the land register,

We are the line in front of the stamp office

And all of our own shadows.

Should the human being in us one day free himself,

Is there a way to do this alone:

Hourly asking if we are human

Hourly give us the answer: No!

We are the poorly designed sketch

Of the person who first needs to be drawn.

A poor prelude only to the great song.

you call us humans? Wait with that!

Think man!

To my wife, I have to add one more thing, as difficult as it is for me: I love you!

Valentines Day

 The cheapest way to improve your looks is to wear a smile (African Proverb)
Njia ya bei rahisi ya kuboresha muonekano wako ni kuvaa tabasamu (African Proverb)

valentines day A challenge for every man, old or young! What can a man do when big round eyes look at him full of desire. He just has to look away. That's not all.

"Do you know what day it is today?" asks the Divine.

Of course I know it, but I don't want to admit it.

"What day is it today? Isn't it Monday?"

She makes a face like she has a lemon in her mouth. That's when I know it's not going well! Bad beginning, an even worse ending will follow.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?" she asks me, the divine, with a face covered by deep black clouds.

How do I get out of there? The abyss is near, I don't long for death, but it will come. Where's the way out? Where is my salvation?

"What are you talking about?" Not very original, but at least an attempt to save my life.

"You forgot! Today is Valentine's Day!"

I slap my forehead with one hand. "That's right, Valentine's Day!"

Oh God, what have I done to have to suffer like this? He punishes me wherever he can, he beats me like a dog!

"And what do you say?"

Yes, what am I saying. I can't say what I want to say, what I can say I don't want to say. Terrible situation!

"We're going for a beer today!"

"What?" Oh dear, that wasn't good. "I want to get a gift from you!"

Of course, what else!

"What do you want?"

Bad question, very bad question!

"I want to get a car!"

I breathe a sigh of relief. Lucky she doesn't want a Boeing 747! Got away again.

Nimpate vipi mi sijui, ninaimani mapenzi hayajuiiihi

Nitapata ugojwa wa moyo, kwa sababu ya mawazo

Ninavyojuwa maisha yake, hajawai kuwa na boyfriend

Ila ni mimi wakwanza naninashindwa kumpata

Kwa ishara inaonekana nampenda, yeye eti ninamzingua

How to find her I don't know, I think love don't know I'll have a heart attack, from thoughts I know her life, she's never had a boyfriend, but I'm the first and I can't find her characters that she seems to love me

Contrary to expectations, I survived. We rode the Matatu. About 1 hour, it's warmer there. Go to a hotel with a swimming pool. It doesn't matter to the divine, but it does to me. Valentine's Day or not, we men have to decide what we want. It's not true that strong men don't suffer. They break inside, only they've learned not to make noise. We men all suffer. When we are born everyone is happy. When we die, everyone is sad. As long as we live, none of us matter. This is our life, short and sweet.

Now back to the pool. The hotel is not that important. The pool is important. It's early in the morning. There are no people there yet. I was wrong there, two girls are already in the water! Not good, not good at all! I want the pool to myself! Essentially they don't bother me, they can't swim so they're in shallow water, I swim in deep water. It's just wonderful in the water! So I can enjoy life with the divine!

I'm getting cold, I'm getting out of the water. Try to warm up in the sun, finally I lie down relaxed on a lounger. the sun is beautiful I lie there on this couch and doze off. Soon I don't feel so good anymore. I'm going swimming again. A school class came. The mad around. Not bad. i like children I watch them, it amuses me.

Eti ingelikuwa anaskia, basi ukweli wangu angeujua

Kwa ishara inaonekana nampenda, yeye eti ninamzingua

Eti ingelikuwa anaskia, basi ukweli wangu angeujua

Ningelizoe rafiki yakee basi ye ni,ningemtumaaaa

If he had heard it, he would have known my truth. With the gesture that I seem to love him, he would have surrounded me. If he had heard it, he would have known my truth.

We're going to eat. We are sitting in the garden under a tree that gives a nice shade. The waiter comes, still young. When he stands at our table and asks us what we want, I say to him: "Tell me these wonderful words: Here, your cold Pilsner!"

He's a little confused.

We order. We drink - what a beautiful world - we eat. Here I would like to refer to Socrates, the food is excellent, the beer is cold, and really, Socrates is right when he says: True knowledge exists in knowing that you know nothing. Life can be beautiful when you know how to enjoy it, even with what little we have. "If a little is not enough for you, nothing is," writes Epicurus. We can and must be satisfied with what little we have.

This is how the day ends. Beautiful, quiet, peaceful.

In the evening I realize that I have a sunburn. I can now compare myself to a dead cancer. The question is: who is more red, the crab or me? I have won!

Ningelizoe rafiki yakee basi ye ni,ningemtumaaaa

Ningezitambua ishara zake basi mi kwake ningefika

Ningelizoe rafiki yakee basi ye ni,ningemtumaaaa

Ningezitambua ishara zake basi mi kwake ningefika

I would have known his friend then, I would have sent him, I would have known his signs, then I would have come, I would have known his friend, then I would have sent him

Religion And Church

Religion and Church

Youth has a certain stubbornness in bad as in good. The true knowledge exists that you know nothing, that said Socrates.

Let me tell you a little story today that just came to my mind because the former Pope Benedict, the representative of God, made an ugly impression. In Kenya it's not allowed to write, you're met with censorship, in Europe there is freedom of communication, it's enshrined in law. What is it that is so bad? Pope Benedict was interrogated by the police for sexual offenses. Then he lied and it was noticed. He was questioned again, so he had to correct his statement. This is a message that is not allowed in Kenya. The church must stay clean! It must not be what must not be! But it is like that! The sword of the Church hangs over Kenya, whoever violates it will taste the sword!

Lust, as an active action to increase sexual satisfaction, is one of the so-called seven deadly sins in the Catechism of the Roman Catholic Church (Hieronymus Cock)

Tushafika mtoto nae yupo front,

Bila kucheleva mi nalock door,

Kama tumeambiana simu ziko off,

Chumba ndo cha baridi twapeana joto,

Mlaini kama bamia,mtamu ka lasagna,

Slow but sure si kumvamia,

Room sound proof so hutomsikia,

Tukipeana huku nikimsmack,

(You and I) Bed moja mtu mbili tu,

(You and I) Sink moja povu mpaka juu

(You and I) YOU x7 you and I aaaaah

Now back to the story. A pastor is interviewed by a journalist. The pastor, a kind man like all pastors when they are hoping for something, asks, "What is your question?"

"Many of our fellow citizens are concerned about the state of the church. Pastors are celibate, they are not allowed to marry. Our fellow citizens would now like to know what you think of this. Should priests marry?"

The pastor thinks. A difficult question. Even Jung, a theologian, suggested that the church has a sexual problem.

After some time of reflection he comes to the solution. He replies: "If they love each other!"

You took me to Paradise

You're the one unayenijazz,

Hook me with one more dose,

Pleaseee ONE MORE DOSE X 2

Karibu himaya ya Rudebwoy AY,

Surah ya upole ila namba haifai,

anadai

Nimpe zaidi huku anacry,

Nikirefuse basi she gonna die

If not so long ago the most progressive thinkers rejected Catholicism, Protestantism and Greek Orthodoxy, as did the encyclopedists, none of them denied that religion in general is an indispensable condition in everyone's life. Not to mention most - like Bernardin de St. Pierre, Diderot and Rousseau - Voltaire erected a monument to God and Robespierre proclaimed a feast day in honor of the Supreme Being. But today, thanks to the frivolous and superficial teaching of Auguste Comte (who, like the majority of the French, sincerely believed that Christianity is nothing but Catholicism, and therefore saw in Catholicism the full realization of Christianity), the educated masses, who have always willingly and greedily accepts the lowest view, have decided and recognized that religion is but a certain long-obsolete aspect of human development that impedes progress. It is agreed that mankind has already survived two periods, the religious and the metaphysical, and has now entered the third and supreme, the scientific, and that all religious phenomena are but the remnants of an outgrown spiritual organ of mankind, once necessary, but has long since lost its meaning and meaning.

Religion has its origins in the worship of imaginary beings, prompted by fear of the incomprehensible forces of nature, as Democritus thought in ancient times and as confirmed by the philosophers and historians of religion. But apart from the fact that the perception of an invisible and supernatural being has not always arisen from a feeling of fear evoked by unknown forces of nature, as proved by hundreds of learned thinkers of the past - Socrates, Descartes, Newton - and like the people of our time, who, being in no way afraid of such forces, admitted the existence of one or more supreme supernatural beings - the assertion that that religion is the result of man's superstitious fear of the incomprehensible forces of nature does not really answer the main question. From what does the idea of ​​an invisible and supernatural being derive in man? If people feared thunder and lightning, they would fear thunder and lightning; but why invent an invisible and supernatural Jupiter that lives in certain regions and occasionally hurls bolts at men? If people were amazed at the sight of death, they would be afraid to die; but why invent souls of the dead with which to enter into an imaginary community? Men could hide from thunder; fear of death they might flee; instead they invented an eternal, almighty being on whom they made themselves dependent, and the living souls of the dead - not just out of fear, but for entirely different reasons. And in these reasons obviously lies the essence of what is called religion, says Tolstoy.

Yeah basically we ni fala

Mi na enda pale kila kitu dola dola

President moi kibaki wanna hola

Well oneeesha kindooole pole

Tumbo tumbo kubwa kama rick ross

Pesa zetu munafanyia WHAT..????

Kazi kwa vijana pesa kwa ma boss

Washa kuwa flowed

The meaning of life lies in doing the will of him who sent you, so try with all your might to learn and do that will. Life lies in your personal enjoyment, and that is the true destiny of man; or: The meaning of life is in the service of the association, of which you consider yourself a member, for that is your destiny; or: The meaning of life is in the service of God, for that is what you were created for.” Morality is contained in the explanation of life that religion offers us and therefore cannot possibly be separated from it.” This truth is particularly evident in those attempts by non-Christian philosophers to derive the inculcation of the loftiest morality from their philosophy. These teachers see that Christian morality is essential that existence without them is impossible, moreover, they see that such morality exists, and they wish to tie it in some way to their own non-Christian philosophy, and yet represent things which might appear to be Christian morality the natural result of their pagan or social philosophy. And they do try, but their very efforts show more than anything else not only the independence of Christian morality, but also its utter contradiction with the philosophy of individual welfare, escape from personal suffering, the welfare of society." and yet to represent things which might make it appear that Christian morality was the natural outgrowth of their pagan or social philosophy. And they do try, but their very efforts show more than anything else not only the independence of Christian morality, but also its utter contradiction with the philosophy of individual welfare, escape from personal suffering, the welfare of society." and yet to represent things which might make it appear that Christian morality was the natural outgrowth of their pagan or social philosophy. And they do try, but their very efforts show more than anything else not only the independence of Christian morality, but also its utter contradiction with the philosophy of individual welfare, escape from personal suffering, the welfare of society."

Me and biashara

Close Sintara

Flow so tight ask Chris Kantadda

Young Impala, ass like prada

Na kama huwezi shikanisha basi wee ni falaaaa!…..

At first I was amazed that such an obvious absurdity, such an obvious contradiction, did not destroy religion itself. How can religious people remain so deluded? And indeed, from the general, outward point of view, it is incomprehensible and irrefutably proves that all religion is a fraud and that the whole thing is superstition, as the dominant philosophy of today declares. And looking at things from this general point of view, I inevitably came to realize that all religion is a human fraud. But I could not help but pause to think that the very absurdity and obviousness of the deceit, and the fact that all mankind is nevertheless surrendering to it, suggest that that this fraud must be based on a non-fraudulent basis. Otherwise we couldn't be fooled, it's too stupid. The mere fact that all of humanity, truly leading a human life, is yielding to this deceit compelled me to recognize the importance of the phenomena on which the deception is based. And as a result of this reflection, I began to analyze the Christian doctrine that provides the basis of this fraud for all of Christianity.

Gringo

 gringo

Funny thing about getting older:

Your eyesights starts getting weaker but your ability to see through people's bullshit gets much better.

Gringo is my dog. Yesterday he turned 5 months old. The little drifter. I mentioned him before, along with his dear mama, whose name is Jimmy. Before I continue writing, I have to explain what gringo means and where this name comes from. In Mexico proper, "Gringo" can have a derogatory, or casual/ non pejorative meaning depending on the context of which it is delivered. "Gabacho" has more insulting connotations. A commonly held myth within the environs of Mexico itself is that the origin of "Gringo" was an allusion as to the US Army under the commands of generals Taylor/Scott fielding green colored uniforms, hence the "Green-Go!!!" silliness. (This is utter rubbish, as any serious student of the Mexican-American War knows that it was the color blue, and remained so till khaki, and later, onward thence to green, replaced it many decades later. A popular song commonly sung by the intrepid American troops, whilst they marched along was, "Green Grow the Rushes," these words being repeated (refrained) throughout the song, "Green grow,..etc," being taken by (the then ) contemporary Mexican ear as "gringo." (The most "likely" origin...) In other regions, apart from Mexico itself, it basically refers to any "European looking" individual.

"Mira a los pinche Gringos de mierda! Como es posible se ganan cada batalla, aunque se tienen erjecitos tan pequeno!?!" "Look at those damned shit Gringos! How is it possible they win every battle, when they have armies so small!?!" (Outnumbered 2-3 to one in every major battle of the 1846-1848 war, when facing an actual standing army... Buena Vista, Chepaltepec, etc...) (by Rule Britannia! )

If you want the world to stay the way it is, you don't want it to stay the way it is. (Erich Fried)

Why did we, my wife and I, give him the name Gringo? The answer ist quite easy. My wife loves watching these Mexican soups, which are called "gringos". That is certainly the main reason, who can or dares to refuse their wife something? "Gringo" in the broadest sense can also be interpreted as "white", and gringo is a white!

I wanted to call him Desperado, meaning outlaw, that would suit him better. My wife came, looked deep into my eyes, then asked very kindly: "You really want to call him Desparado?"

A chill ran down my spine. "Of course not! Gringo is much prettier!"

I got out of there with my life again. Admittedly, it was very close!

Before I continue to write, I have to tell the story of Jimmy, Gringo's mom, as far as I know her.

Jimmy was my wife's grandma's dog. Grandma had died 3 years ago, the dog was ownerless, nobody wanted him. A man then took him, not because he had a heart for animals, his consideration was quite simple: she's a female, she gives birth to young ones, I can sell them, I'll get enough money to get drunk one day . And so it happened.

My wife, without me at the time, was walking by his home where Jimmy, that poor dog, was chained. That's how they got in touch. It should not be concealed here that Jimmy and my wife had and still have a very close relationship.

Then one day I came. No big deal for Jimmy. I can still remember well, I was walking next to my wife when Jimmy came running. First he greeted my wife, then he sniffed at me.

"This is Karl!" she explained to Jimmy, pointing at me, "and this is Jimmy" she explained to me.

"Hello!" I said to Jimmy.

He also had his head cracked.

That was our first meeting.

Somehow it turned out differently than expected. One day Jimmy didn't leave, he stayed close to us. In the evening, when we went to bed, we locked the door, there he was, in the morning, when we unlocked the door, he was there. What was left, we gave him food. He didn't go away! When we went shopping, he was with us. Always and everywhere he was there. There's only one place he doesn't go and that's the village. Perhaps I should mention that someone cut him across the muzzle with a machete, leaving an ugly scar to this day.

As already mentioned, Jimmy was and is inseparable from both of us.

It came as it had to come, Jimmy got pregnant! As soon as we realized it, we started feeding him. Jimmy's owner was fine with that, why not? No work and the money for the babies would come! After all, that's the most important thing!

Eventually Jimmy's owner came and got him, he kettled him, but nothing stopped Jimmy! The next day he was with us again.

One fine day Jimmy was digging a pit, so we knew delivery day was coming soon. Two days later say Jimmy in his pit, he was whining. I went to him, he raised his head, looked at me. I stroked his head but his eyes said mur leave me alone! I went away again. You shouldn't stay where you're not wanted.

An hour later. My wife is screaming. I run to her. "What's happening?"

"The first baby is here!"

It was a very adorable baby. Six more followed in the next few hours. Jimmy lovingly took care of the boys. I brought Jimmy something to eat, but he must have been too exhausted to eat.

The place was well chosen, but relatively bad in the rain. Something had to be done! We built him a rain shelter. That wasn't the only thing, we couldn't leave the babies on the cold floor. We got sawdust. So we climbed into his house, took the babies out of the pit, poured sawdust in, put the babies back in. Jimmy watched us intrigued. He growled a little, we were lucky. Not everyone was allowed to come near his children, he "ate" some of them! That's how it is with mothers.

The next few weeks were exhausting for us grandparents, but we made it. Unfortunately a baby died, it was a great loss. So life is!

One by one the children left. We only kept one, this gringo. The white man, that mzungu, that good-for-nothing! As already mentioned, Gringo is now 5 months old. He's a real rascal. My wife won't let him into the house, he knows that too, he stops at the door frame, doesn't go any further, as soon as he sees my wife, if she's not there, he comes to me, greets me or he lies down on the sofa. Sometimes my wife comes back, sees him, takes a stick and jumps on him, then he saves himself under my legs, waits for a good opportunity and then disappears.

Jimmy and Gringo have now become good security guards. There is nothing better! You are unmatched!

Jimmy bites like a bloodhound! Whoever he doesn't know, he frisson up. People here are surprised, because that's not normal. Not for a dog! One said that the mzungu, i.e. me, gives him something he's never had before. I have to agree. I gave him what I can give to a living being: love and respect.

Once the owner came back, he wanted to get Jimmy, but he ate it right away. So he's still there. He won't go away! He belongs to us! We, my wife and I, were adopted by him. That's how we feel too.

Now Gringo lies on the armchair in the sun and takes a nap.

You have to be a dog!

Mambo yamejipa yaani BANG!

Muda wa kupumzika umefika umecome again,

Ndio maana watu wanashine,

Ndio maana kila kona nayopita watu ni wengi,

Ukidelay utapotea,

Mtoto anajiachia kama ameshapata mmea,

Kwenye bo body yake mindo sarveyer,mzeiya

Nazidisha miguso anadai (endelea)

sa naona club haifai,

Hata washkaji wangu nishawaambia bye

Mtoto ashalalia bega mi naride

Namuuliza anataka nini kwangu

BED AND BREAKFAST,

In the market - Kwenye soko

In the market - Kwenye soko

I have to go shopping. There is a market two days a week, Saturday and Wednesday. Saturday is busier. At this market there are the daily vegetables that are just ripe. All the hustle and bustle takes place in a relatively large area, which can be entered through three gates and is surrounded by small apartments. It's not that far from the house where I live. Of course not alone, together with my wife. It's always with me when I go to the market. Must be so, when the farmers see me, alone, then the price skyrockets. This is an inflation that only lasts a few minutes and is gone by the next customer. Here everything lies on the floor, nicely arranged so that it immediately catches the eye. It's no different than my home. Psychology of Selling.

Nlikuwa na best yangu anaitwaga Kuria,

Ameokoka kila place na bibilia,

Story mtaani alirape ule Maria,

Ameokoka kumbe mkristo,bandiaaa

some people know me The pineapple man knows me. Pineapple are my favorite fruit. He always greets me kindly. "Good morning, sir!"

I have to grin. Who is a sir here? The good man completely misunderstands me. I come here almost every Saturday to buy pineapples, that has the advantage that he always sells me fresh pineapples.

Most are farmers. They come from the area, I don't know them, my wife obviously knows from whom she can and should buy what. I act as a porter, walk behind her with bags in my hands that are slowly getting heavy. It's a pacing, a pacing and pacing. And me, like a little dog behind. Too bad I don't have such a good nose as a dog! It's big enough, but I can't smell anything.

Wasanii wengi sana tu ni bandia,

Buda Tomiso noma asana aliimba sinzia,

Mi nko juu naifanya kama career,

Hunaga show we ni rapper,bandia

In front of this market are other traders. Shoes, dresses, jackets, household appliances are on sale there and I don't know what I've overlooked or forgotten. The things here are not new, transposed, mostly they come from Europe. Caritas brings them here, where they are then sold. Not a bad deal!

I gave an order to a woman outside the vegetable market. She was to make a bracelet in the colors of the Kenyan flag with the name "Veronika" embroidered on it. It took a little longer, but finally it was finished. Instead of "Veronika" the name was "Veronika", it wasn't enough for the "I"!

Siendi works mi nafeel tu malaria,

Naenda hosi kutafuta dakitaria,

Bila test anasema dihorea,

Ita polisi kuna doctor, bandia,

Last time I looked at pants. When I got to the sales kiosk, where nobody was to be seen far and wide, the salesman appeared out of nowhere.

"Here are some nice pants," he tells me.

He shows me. I decline.

"I'm not buying, I'm just looking!"

That can't stop the man. He rummages in his pants.

"Here are some nice pants, they should fit just right!"

I look at them.

"What's that supposed to cost?"

My wife gets curious. She is looking for something two meters away. When it comes to paying, she pricks up her ears. women are all the same.

"What do you want to buy?" she hisses at me.

"Nothing, darling!" I reply, startled.

"That's a good thing!"

Just got away!

"Do the pants fit? It's not always clear with your size," my wife joins in.

"What is your size?"

I dont know! What man knows that? I am not omniscient!

"I don't know," I say.

"The pants will definitely fit!," says the seller.

I say to my wife: "Check the back, there must be a label!"

I turn around for her to come to the label. She's fingering that back. It does not work!

"Wait, I'll open my pants!"

I undo my belt, undo my pants. Must have been a sight to behold. It works out. She can read the label. It's true, the pants fit like a glove! I don't buy them. Not yet, maybe next week. Do not know yet.

My golden wife bought me a pair of pants a few weeks ago. She was traveling alone because if the dealers saw me, the price would go up. I'll keep it short, she really did buy a pair of pants, but for a woman! Now I have to take my shirt out of my pants so nobody sees. Am I a transvestite?

Ule ex wangu anaitwaga Lucia,

Nlimpenda roho yangu akanivunjia,

Niko single bila manzi nafurahia,

Staki love kwanza zile,bandiaaa

Money makes the world go round

The political scandals of recent years have severely tarnished Austria's international image. According to the latest corruption index from Transparency International (TI), the situation has worsened recently - in other words, the country has become more corrupt. Compared to 2020, Austria has lost two points in the index and now finds itself in 13th place with Canada, Estonia, Iceland and Ireland with 74 out of 100 points. However, the problem is not only increasing in Austria - corruption is also becoming more and more of an issue internationally.

Kenya is on place 128. Not bad. The direction is correct... Or not? Last year, that means 2020, Kenya was on place 124. So, even in Kenya, its going down. 

Points are awarded, for example, according to whether a government successfully curbs corruption and whether corrupt public officials are prosecuted or punished. Bribery and venality, nepotism, theft of public funds, the effective prosecution of corrupt public officials, and effective integrity mechanisms in the public sector are all included under corruption.

Data from https://www.transparency.org/en/cpi/2021

https://www.transparency.org/en/cpi/2020

The highway in Nairobi

 While in Nairobi a highway is being built through the middle of the city, which we also have in Vienna and do not want it, now, perhaps in contrast, a bike path is being built, it is a new central bike route from Kagran through Leopoldstadt to the City. The "mega bike highway" will be about seven kilometers long. One of the centerpieces of the new connection is a road - the redesign of which was controversial for a long time; one lane will be eliminated there on the way out of town, and parking spaces will also have to give way. In its place, a bike path more than four meters wide will be built. This is naturally responsible for an uproar. The almost 4.50-meter-wide bike lane will be designed as a two-directional bike path. It ends in the inner city area.

Here, anyone can see the difference. While Nairobi is going to degenerate in exhaust fumes, Vienna is going a different way - no exhaust fumes, more green. Which certainly can't be called negative.

The conditions in Nairobi are certainly completely different. A direct comparison between the two cities is therefore also difficult and certainly needs a broad understanding of urban planning and public conditions.

Poor and rich or not so poor after all? Matajiri na maskini au sio maskini sana

 Poor and rich or not so poor after all?

Matajiri na maskini au sio maskini sana

I've been in Kenya for a while now. I look around, as is my way, open my ears, see, hear some things, try to understand. What I have understood so far is what I have described before, namely that every Kenyan is poor. Well, I've learned that's not the case. All the wailers are richer than me. am i poor Well, let me put it this way, I'm on the lower end of the income bracket, a little less would mean, in the stats, I'd show up as poor. Do not despise me, for I am not poor, poor are only those who desire many things. Another thing I found out is that the poor don't whine like the pseudo-rich do. A poor person can have a happy life because he has only one concern, the next meal. The rich have much bigger worries when he lies down to sleep he fears that he will wake up the next morning, since he doesn't know whether his fortune is still there. Another concern is how can the rich increase their wealth? Who cheats him as he cheats? The rich know that they can only get rich through cheating, nobody has ever gotten rich through work. It is a shame that the poor suffer under a legal system where influence, wealth and bribery often count for more than the truth. Jolie Foster put it this way: "Criticizing the rich has nothing to do with envy. It is self-defense. Hoarding wealth is the cause of poverty. The rich are not only indifferent to poverty, they create it and perpetuate it ." The Bible says it's more like an elephant going through the eye of a needle than a rich man going to heaven. Aristotle wrote: "Poverty is the parent of revolution and crime."

That for the introduction. There is also a happy life, whether rich or poor.

Here's a guide to happiness.

1. See the wonder in all things.

Why does a man have one more gene than a horse? So he doesn't drink out of the bucket while washing the car. And that really is a miracle!

A greater miracle is the miracle of love. Love without ifs and buts. Can love exist under such conditions? She can, but is more inhuman. Love is limited, there is no way around it. Love has forms. Love, like us, can only exist under certain conditions. Love always knows and speaks only of us. Of our neediness, fallibility and our finiteness. I, personally, need air to breathe and my love nonviolence. I need food and drink, so my love has been based on goodwill and appreciation. Otherwise it would expire.

Be open to things. Whatever comes your way, take it, whatever it is, there's little better to come.

2. Keep your enthusiasm.

In order to get ahead in life, it is necessary to do what makes you happy. Not everyone is successful, they aren't, so you shouldn't lose heart, the main thing is that it was fun. Mao Tse Tung said it like this: "The way is the goal."

On the other hand, I can't help but grow old. But I can make sure I have fun doing it. That's it! When I'm 80, I don't want people to say, "What a nice old man" ... I want them to say, "Omg, what the heck is he up to now?"

3. Help others

Don't compare yourself to others, that's not right. Man is unique and there is only one specimen on this earth. Reach out your hand to people, help where you can. We all need support no matter who we are.

In Manchester people there is just nothing positive, nothing good anymore. The question is how did they lose it, what happened? Nobody is born like that.

Smile and be friendly.

4. Do things you are good at

"The meaning of life is to find your gift. The purpose of life is to give it away," wrote Pablo Picasso. And Pablo did what he's good at: he painted. "Guernica", his famous picture. We don't want to and can't orient ourselves to Picasso. Let's keep our feet on the ground. When is a man the smartest? During sex, because then it is connected to the central computer.

5. Read books

Those who read books usually know better. Warriors are not always the ones who always win, but the ones who always fight. Those who read books have a greater chance of winning.

In other words, if you read, you might understand the following. We make the pizza round, stick it, join a square box, and eat it into triangles. Who understands this, understands life!

6. Limit the TV

The TV fee is a fee like for the garbage dump clock. The difference is that the garbage collector takes the garbage away.

Aristotle said: "Be a free thinker and don't accept everything you hear as truth. Be critical and evaluate what you believe in." And that's only possible without television.

7. Love your work

If you do a job you don't love, you do it badly because you don't enjoy it. Don't waste your life on something you don't want. "We have two lives, and the second starts, when we realize that we have only one," says Confucius. Life is so short that we have to decide what we want to do with our lives.

8. Gymnastics

Man makes even the desert bloom. The only desert that still gives him resistance is in his head. The brain needs a good blood supply to be able to think properly, so gymnastics is very important. We make decisions, which require reason and consideration.

If you are older than those around you. Do not regret growing older, it's a privilege denied to many.

9. Face your fears

You always want to own something you don't have. Here's an example: In the middle of the ocean. You on a small island, another in a rowboat. The one in the rowing boat shouts happily: "Land!" You, on the island, exclaim: "A boat!"

Both only want one thing: to be saved. He who is on the island needs a boat to get away, he who is in the boat wants the land.

People could learn from their mistakes if they weren't so busy denying them. (Carl Gustav Jung)

Don't forget one thing: Freedom is beeing you, without anyone's permission.

10. Believe in yourself

Be content with what you have. Appreciate the little things too. But above all, you've achieved something that you did on your own. Nobody can dispute it with you.

No one is responsible for your happiness but yourself. Keep going, undeterred and straight ahead.

11. Seek closeness to friends and family

"Your whole life you will be faced with the choice, love or hate. Decide for love," said Johnny Cash and I can only agree.

The love that a person needs, that he needs to be able to lead a carefree life, he gets from family and sincere friends.

Make peace with your past. You can't change it, look to the future, because there you have the opportunity to shape it the way you want it.

I, personally, would rather be hated for what I am than loved for what I am not.

Please do not forget: "The only constant in the universe is change," said Heraclitus of Ephesus. We change, every day. We are getting older and hopefully a little wiser, which is not always to be assumed.

12. Let your heart be your compass

Tell your wife, "Honey, I'll make you the happiest woman in the whole world!"

And hope that she doesn't answer with a full sentence: "I will miss you."

It doesn't matter what others think of you. It's not important! What matters is how you feel. Follow your heart. Don't look to the right or to the left, the path of the heart is the right path, it will lead you to your goal.

To say it again: No one is perfect, not me, not you, not them. Relax, and be who you are.

Women and always women

Women and always women - Wanawake na tena na tena wanawake

You do not find a happy life, you build it.

Back in the village. Back in the highlands! Noticeable climate change, the wind is cool, the sun no longer burns the skin, it is quite comfortable to wear a jacket. It's not cold, but it's much fresher than in Mombasa or Nairobi.

The dogs, i.e. Mama Dog, named Jimmy, and the dog's son, named Gringo, are happy. They jump up on us, lick us, of course we're happy about that too.

We're tired and we're going to bed pretty soon. The day had been long and a bit exhausting, although we didn't do much. Most of the time we sat in the matatu, looked around, that was all.

Bananas are on the kitchen table. I like eating bananas, just don't like them when they're too sweet. I notice you. I want to eat a banana. My wife cleans the fridge.

"Can I eat a banana?" I ask innocently.

"No!" she replies dryly and without batting an eyelid. "I bought the bananas for decoration purposes3, so when we have visitors, our visitors can see that we have bananas."

Well, I have to take it that way. Which newspaper does it say when the man throws his wife out the window? Of course in "Better Living."

Next day. We slept well. Gringo woke us up, he really barked just before sunrise and not too little. The day begins quite pleasantly, the sun is shining, the wind is cool, that doesn't stop Gringo and me from going for a walk. Two men are standing at a gate, talking. As I pass by, one of the men says to me: "Buy me some bread!"

That's legitimate, I don't have anything with me, but most importantly the man doesn't look starving. Gringo and I, let's move on.

We're walking along the highway. The traffic is tolerable, a car passes by every minute.. As a pedestrian, I am alone with the gringo. After a kilometer the two of us have had enough, I sit down on a rock and look around. A young man with two companions comes by, he sees me sitting there and he thinks that is a rich man. He comes to me, gringo reports a stranger, he barks. I have to hold him back.

"Do you have a job for me?"

"I do not have any!"

"Do you know where there are?"

"I do not know either!"

"You are a visitor?"

"This is me."

They keep walking. And also gringo and I are going back.

We come back to the village, right on the edge of the village, a woman approaches me. She's standing on the street.

"Habariaku!," she greets me.

"Good morning!" I greet back.

"I would like to talk to you!"

"Yes, please!"

"I want to have a little dog of yours!"

I'm somewhat surprised. 

"Are you free?" she asks me. 

"No!"

I go on.

"Stop, I want to be with you recently!"

I'm not interested, I'll move on.

That's all for today. The day is over.

My makeup is dry and it clags on my chin

I'm drowning my sorrows in whiskey and gin

The lion tamer's whip doesn't crack anymore

The lions they won't fight and the tigers won't roar

So let's go and drink to the death of a clown

Won't someone help me to break up this crown

Let's all drink to the death of a clown

Let's all drink to the death of a clown

The old fortune teller left dead on the floor

Nobody needs fortunes told anymore

The trainer of insects is crouched on his knees

And frantically looking for runaway fleas

It would have been nice if the day had ended peacefully. Yet it is not so far. A pastor stops the two of us. "Where are you going?" he asks me kindly.

"I'm on my way home. Lunch is waiting."

"Have you prayed yet?"

"I don't need it, my wife can cook!"

But now the day is over.

Nairobi

 Nairobi

After our trip to Mombasa we landed back in Nairobi. It’s 2 pm The wagon wasn’t full, the return journey from Mombasa to Nairobi was much more pleasant. I slept again, that was essential. I didn’t see any animals. Don’t think now, the guy was asleep, he can’t see anything, maybe in a dream, but that wasn’t possible, because I had hardly fallen asleep when my wife woke me up again. So I was able to see everything important and beautiful without having to pay attention myself.
I’ll call an Uber. He’s already at the train station. only where? Sometimes it’s really difficult! I send him a message, he replies. “I’m here!” Great, I’m there too! I look around, happy as I am, I find the car. Nobody there. I send a message “We’re at the car!” He replies: “I’m coming!” He’ll be there in a minute. We’re leaving.
Mombasa Road, the hotspot of traffic congestion. Usually all hell breaks loose here! Not today! Heavy traffic, but that’s about it. I’m a bit disappointed. Nairobi without traffic jams is simply unimaginable! I had to learn that the people in Nairobi are just proud that there are traffic jams every day. Maybe you saw this on TV from some big city and now think that a traffic jam belongs to a big city. Everyone asks me: “Do you also have such intercourse with you?” I can’t really tell the truth, most of the time I answer: “Yes, we have too!” I can’t really be proud of that. I’m in contrast to the Kenyans. They’re usually a bit pissed off.
“Really?”
“But yes!”
“Certainly not like this!”
“The same “
“I didn’t think so!”
‘There’s not much difference. In the morning and in the evening it’s backed up.’
“Surely the traffic jams aren’t that long?”
“Can’t tell how long the traffic jams are. The news doesn’t say that.”
Well, what can I say, free travel in Nairobi is not wanted. The dignity of Kenyans would suffer. This is the daily madness into which we — with our eyes wide open — plunge every day. Charles Bukowski put it aptly: “How in the he’ll could a man enjoy being awakened at 6:30 am, by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?” And that shows us very clearly what we do every day, with our eyes wide open, we are like a cat that chases you with a tail but never reaches it, or like a hamster on an impeller that tries to get from the spot, maybe also wondering why he is not moving. And we’re all stuck.
But we should also look at it with a smile on our face. A couple is driving the Maserati on the highway in Nairobi and is driving at exactly 81 km/h. A policeman stops the sports car. Grandpa asks: “Sorry, were we too fast?”
The policeman says: “No, but why are you driving that car so slowly?”
The man is surprised: “Am I allowed to drive faster?”
Policeman: “I think you can drive 130 km/h.”
The man says, amazed: “But the sign says A81.”
Policeman: “Yes and? What do you mean?”
Says the man: “Well, I have to drive 81 km/h.”
“No, that’s the number of the Autobahn.”
“Oh! Thanks for the tip.”
The policeman looks confused at the back seat of the car and sees the woman sitting stiffly with her eyes wide open. The policeman asks caringly: “What’s the matter with your wife? Isn’t she well?” Grandpa laughs out loud: “Yes, yes! Only, we’ve just come from the B297!”
It can also work that way.
What is the difference between a car and a vibrator? The car is for the ass.