Learn Swahili - Jifunze Kiswahili

 Learn Swahili - Jifunze Kiswahili

Dear people, what can I do? My divine is getting on my nerves! Now she is learning German and to my surprise I now have to learn Swahili. What an effort! But, on the other hand, what doesn't one do to please one's divine? Yes, really, the next thing will be that she will chase me over hot coals! That'll be the day!

People who speak Swahili as their only mother tongue are usually referred to as Waswahili, but this name refers only to their language and does not denote any specific ethnic or tribal entity. Swahili is widely spoken as a lingua franca in: Tanzania, where it is the language of administration and primary education; Kenya, where it is the main language for these purposes after English; Congo (Kinshasa), where a form of Swahili is one of the four administrative languages, the main language for this purpose being French; and Uganda, where the main language is again English. Swahili has been greatly influenced by Arabic; there are an enormous number of Arabic loan words in the language, including the word swahili, from Arabic sawāḥilī (a plural adjectival form of an Arabic word meaning “of the coast”). This is from the Encyclopedia Britanica. Swahili is on the move, the vocabulary is constantly being expanded through cultural and economic exchange. That's what makes this language exciting.

I've just arrived at Utangulizi (the introduction). On page 1. It's moving fast! I have to say.

Matamshi (pronunciation). Adabu - politeness, I've already learned. This is nothing new for me, my father taught me that. He always said to me: "Politeness doesn't cost anything, that's what the Japanese say." and thats the way it is.

The second word is grandfather (babu). I can hardly remember my grandfather. He died when I was 6 years young.

Chupa, the bottle, probably the most important word. Here in Austria there is a sentence that says it all: "Beer, beer or I'll fall over!"

I'm taking a break for today. The 1st day I learn Swahili. I don't want to exaggerate. I have to go slowly, since it's been a while since I tried to learn something.

My wife, the unknown creature Mke wangu, asiyejulikana

My wife, the unknown creature

Mke wangu, asiyejulikana

It's strange, but it's true. 'A bad wife is worse than poverty.' Biafran Proverb. Poverty is bad, but it can be remedied. Poverty is not a natural phenomenon, a bad woman is. In any case, living alone is better than living with someone who makes you feel alone. It is difficult to write about an interpersonal relationship, so it is better to draw on your own experience.

Life writes the strangest stories. Whatever we do, life knows better. Opposites attract. That should also be true. The explanation for this is very simple. If a couple is always of the same opinion, then it gets boring very quickly. There's no discussion, and that kills a relationship. It's better to argue once than always nod your head in agreement. The reconciliation can then be very beautiful. An old man once said: "You don't use a ladder to climb a woman." How true that is. By the way, this proverb comes from Ghana. They must have clever minds.

But you also have to be careful, not everything that is on the tip of the tongue can be said. It's better to lie to make someone laugh, than telling the truth to make someone cry. Waa means nothing other than that you should be careful with what you say, because a thoughtless word can hurt the other person.

Punguza kelele ooh kelele acha kelele mama kelele

Punguza kelele baba kelele acha kelele bwana kelele

Unaringa una nini kijuso

Sijui meno kama Jini Gaucho

Kwani nawe una nini Kituko

Uso na kazi mjini Upo upo

Punguza kelele ooh kelele acha kelele mama kelele

Punguza kelele baba kelele acha kelele bwana kelele

Reduce noise ooh noise let mother noise

Minimize Father's Noise to stop the noise stem noise

What's wrong with a squirrel?

I don't know the teeth like Jini Gaucho

'Cause you got what it's all about

Face and work exist in the city

Reduce noise ooh noise let mother noise

Minimize Father's Noise to stop the noise stem noise

I actually wanted to write about my wife, which I'm doing now. I digressed a bit, hopefully that doesn't matter.

I gave her a new nickname. In fact, she gave it to herself. The story is like this. We were on our way to Nairobi. In fact, this is nothing unusual. We chose a comfortable bus and got on. The bus quickly filled up and so the journey began. After an hour, my divine complained that her legs hurt. That was unusual! Alarm bells were ringing in my head.

"What's the matter with you?" I asked worried.

"My legs hurt!" she replied.

"And where is the pain?"

"Here!" she replied, pointing to her thighs.

I couldn't understand that, we were on the bus so many times, her legs never hurt. There had to be something behind it. Only what? An investigation was necessary. The cause was soon found.

"I can't reach the ground with my legs!"

That was the whole cause. So we looked for a solution, which was soon found. We changed places. Not that my seat was any lower, only my seat had the wheel arch and she could rest her legs on it.

Now I call her "Shorty.." She doesn't like that very much, I do. When I call out "Shorty" she makes a face like she has a lemon in her mouth. I have to smile.

I know I'm no good. I have my bad sides too.

Kipotabo kama Daina

Ana shepu ya birika

She got the eyes from China

Hips from America

Eh my baby she's fina she de rock designer

Eh twende chumbani tena gizani

Nipige base la maina

Eh my baby I am feelin your somethin

And tonight I'm ready

Only you that I'm wanting aah

Njo tuchanganye zege

Simentina udongo ngongo

Mwendo wako wa matege

Huko nyuma mgongongo

Potabo as Daina

He has a Birika hed

She got the eyes from China

Hips from America

Eh my baby she is fina she de rock designer

Let's go back into the room in the dark

Meet the base of the Maina

Eh my baby I feel in your sometime

And tonight I'm ready

Only you that I want aah

Come and mix the concrete

Simentina ground gourd

your kicking motion

Back to back

Timbuktu

 Timbuktu

Timbuktu is a Malian oasis city with approx. 55,000 inhabitants, it is a legendary city and, according to the Chronicles of Timbuktu, which were written much later, in the 17th century, it was settled before 1100 AD by nomadic Massufa Tuareg on a Watering hole established near the Niger Bend. Today it is synonymous with the phrase 'completely remote', but this wasn't always the case, as Timbuktu was a major religious, cultural and commercial center for more than 600 years. There was a special treasure in Timbuktu. It wasn't gold and it wasn't precious stones either - but old manuscripts, because Timbuktu was considered the city of books. Every self-respecting family invested in their library. Already Mansa Musa, who ruled over Mali from 1312 to 1337, Supposedly brought back a camel load of manuscripts from his pilgrimage. Timbuktu was famous for educating eminent scholars who were well known throughout the Islamic world. Many individuals traveled to the city to gain knowledge; others came to acquire wealth and political power. Located on the edge of the Sahara, Timbuktu was famous among the merchants of the Mediterranean basin as a market for acquiring goods and products from sub-desert Africa. However, Timbuktu's most famous and long-lasting contribution to Islamic and world civilization is the scholarship practiced there. Important books were written and copied there from at least the 14th century, making the city the center of a significant written tradition in Africa. These ancient manuscripts cover every aspect of human endeavor. The manuscripts indicate the high level of civilization of the West Africans in the Middle Ages and are irrefutable proof of a strong literary tradition in Africa. Scholars in Islamic Studies and African Studies believe that analysis of these texts will lead to a reappraisal of Islamic, West African and world history. Dating back to the 14th century, these manuscripts are remarkable artefacts important to Malian and West African culture. The manuscripts on display date from the 16th to 18th centuries. The manuscripts on display are from the Mamma Haidara Commemorative Library and the Library of Cheick Zayni Baye of Boujbeha, two of the most notable institutions in the Timbuktu region. As part of its ongoing effort to create a universal collection of recorded knowledge from all geographies and all historical eras, the Library of Congress is particularly proud to display these important cultural artifacts from Mali. The library is also pleased that copies of these manuscripts will be deposited in their collections and will be available for researchers and scholars to use. The Ahmed Baba Center was both a library and a research center. It was founded in 1973 with a lot of money from South Africa, and the new building that has now been destroyed was only opened three years ago. What role does the Timbuktu Center for Written Culture play? Many books are still privately owned by families. But the Ahmed Baba Center houses the most important collection of scriptures in Timbuktu because it is so comprehensive. It is also a place for interdisciplinary and multidisciplinary research. Linguists, lawyers, theologians, calligraphers come there and see things from their perspective. Together they get a complete picture and can piece by piece reconstruct the history of the region. And by region I don't mean northern Mali, but also Mauritania, Senegal and Nigeria; a large part of what we now call the Sahel. Calligraphers come there and look at things from their perspective. Together they get a complete picture and can piece by piece reconstruct the history of the region. And by region I don't mean northern Mali, but also Mauritania, Senegal and Nigeria; a large part of what we now call the Sahel. Calligraphers come there and look at things from their perspective. Together they get a complete picture and can piece by piece reconstruct the history of the region. And by region I don't mean northern Mali, but also Mauritania, Senegal and Nigeria; a large part of what we now call the Sahel.

What is the significance of the Timbuktu manuscripts beyond the region? We already have many memory gaps in Africa. Because the use of writing was not widespread, we know little about the history of the continent. The writings of Timbuktu are central to filling these gaps. They document the culture, trade, travel and openness that has existed here. In a way, Timbuktu is the memory of Africa. Around 30,000 books were in the library. What were those writings? Legal writings, scientific, literary. It is a great variety that reflects the culture of the Middle and Far East of the past centuries. The books came from Egypt, Morocco, Tunisia, even Andalusia. Many works date from the 16th and 17th centuries. Others are even younger, from the 20th century. Among the most valuable pieces are early 12th and 13th century copies of the Koran and other religious texts. The writings on Islamic law are probably the most important. What makes the books and scrolls so valuable? On the one hand, there are objects that have been preserved and protected for centuries. Each generation passed it on to the next. Then there is the aesthetic aspect. Of course there are thousands of copies of the Koran. But when I hold a copy from the 12th century, with beautiful calligraphy and flourishes, it is unique. But the greatest loss if books were truly destroyed would be the ideas that were thought and written down. Most of the manuscripts and scrolls have not yet been cataloged. If the original is damaged or destroyed, there is no copy anywhere. The knowledge would be lost. When the Europeans came, they soon started collecting our old manuscripts and bringing them to Europe. When our ancestors found out, they hid their handwriting. Some buried them. Others have taken them deep into the heart of the Sahara. The vast majority of manuscripts were hidden somewhere during the colonial period.” Some buried them. Others have taken them deep into the heart of the Sahara. The vast majority of manuscripts were hidden somewhere during the colonial period.” Some buried them. Others have taken them deep into the heart of the Sahara. The vast majority of manuscripts were hidden somewhere during the colonial period.”

Then the missionaries and researchers came, they wanted to study the Africans and tell their stories. So they talked to the griots, the storytellers. But they just couldn't find written sources anywhere. And so they then wrote in their books and magazines that there was no written history in Africa. Oral traditions only. This image of Africa has survived to this day. A whole continent - uneducated, wild and cultureless. Haïdara is convinced that this prejudice can be refuted with the manuscripts from Timbuktu. For centuries, people in Timbuktu have written and collected texts on every imaginable subject. And after independence, these works were brought to light again after decades of persuasion and research. And the more texts the researchers found, the clearer it became: the library is by no means a purely Arabic cultural heritage. There are also texts in Bambara, Dogon, Peul, Songhay or Bozo. In this respect, the Timbuktu library is much more than the memory of an old Arab caravan town on the southern edge of the Sahara. It's a pan-African legacy, proof that the continent wasn't barren and empty before the arrival of Europeans.

My daughter, my granddaughter and I Binti yangu

 

My daughter, my granddaughter and I
Binti yangu, mume wangu na mimi

The way is long, the way is long

Burning hot desert sand, far, so far from homeland...

This is an old song lyrics that just came to my mind. I'm on the train going home. I was visiting my daughter and granddaughter. That was nice, but also exhausting. My granddaughter doesn't like me! It hurts, but that's how it is. When I came in the door, she hid right behind Mama. Willy the dog was happy for that. He barked, which must have meant, "Where have you been so long?" I also greeted him kindly, petting him and asking him, "Well, old boy, how are you?" Then he jumped up on me and distracted me.

I made myself comfortable and my daughter started to tell me a few things that I don't want to go into detail here, it only concerns her and me. She had a goulash on the stove, so she had to go to the kitchen more often, my grandson always following her. She definitely didn't want to be alone with me. Mom tried to persuade her, but it didn't help. At some point I got up and went into the kitchen, there we were all three. My daughter looked at me questioningly, "Where's the beer?" An important question! She gave me one and asks, "You sure drink two!" I really couldn't say no to that. "If you drink two, I'll take a sip and we can toast," my daughter explained. We did that too! My grandson wide-eyed and watched us. "You don't need to be afraid of grandpa, he doesn't bother you!" Did she understand that? Maybe, maybe not.

The goulash was lovely! The meat was buttery soft! After my stay in Kenya, I lost hope of being able to eat soft meat again. I enjoyed it and ate it all. In my enthusiasm for the goulash I would have forgotten about the dumplings! what can i say about it Just lovely! And an ice cold beer! The day is saved.

My daughter clears the table and goes into the kitchen. I go into the anteroom, get my phone. You can do it without a phone, I know, but if you have contact with Kenya, you need one. When I come back, my granddaughter stands up, wants to follow mom into the kitchen, stumbles and falls. I say: "Nothing happens!" and approach her. I notice that she is not afraid, I take advantage of that. "Would you like me to help you?" I asked hypocritically. She looks at me, I give her my hand and, it can't be true, she takes my hand without screaming and I help her get up. Pure madness! After two long years the ice is broken! Miracles happen! One thing happened today! And that's good. To me it's like a sunrise in the Caribbean! A wonderful day!

Such a day, as beautiful as today, such a day that should never go away!

 Our problem with love - Tatizo letu kwa upendo

Love can be a problem. Not always, but it can become a problem.

There are some loves. There is love for oneself, love for a country, for one's nation, for one's house, for one's neighbor, love for one's wife. Love is not simple. It has many facets. Why does a soldier go to war? There can be only one answer: because he loves his country, loves it more than his life. Along with grief and fear, love is one of the strongest emotions we can feel. 

But there is also the love for his work. Einstein loved his work, it gave him joy. He knew that he was missing something, that his train of thought had a wrong direction. During a walk with a friend, it was just noon, they passed a church and just then the bells rang. There it fell to him like the scales from his eyes, it lacked the time! So he could complete his formula.

Interpersonal love is probably the most difficult love of all. When love begins, it is beautiful, sweet and fills us with joy. Love is not only the search for our counterpart, it is also the search for ourselves. Hormones control our libido. Genes that make us be faithful or tempt us to flings. Brain circuits that guide our deepest feelings. What does love mean to the individual? This feeling cannot be grasped with numbers, made tangible with formulas. Those who are in love are not thinking about biochemistry or spreading their genes. Love is something magical. It is unfathomable and yet so powerful that it can determine our entire lives: We look for a person who accepts us as we are. We long for a counterpart who accompanies and supports us. We desire to merge spiritually and physically with a partner. This is the desire for romantic love. An ideal that is deeply rooted in our consciousness. 

Love does not last a lifetime, we are to blame for that. It is the influences to which we are exposed and which we have to put away. Life is not easy, it is complicated and love is not easy either. One must also be able to forgive. A quarrel is sometimes quite good, as emotions are discharged, freeing the mind and leading to a reunion. One must not be stubborn. The environmental influences, the social influences that affect us, that they do, whether we like it or not, we have to keep out of our relationship if possible. If we have problems, we should discuss them with our partners, so that they understand that we are under pressure and that this is also understood. The daily struggle for existence demanded strength and skill. Women, need protection, there are the men again in demand, they must provide this protection. 

When can we say "I love you!" with all our heart? 

Love is an independent force with many names, for example trust, appreciation, respect, honesty, tolerance, loyalty. The sum of our experiences since birth determines our later interpretation of love. When we speak of love, we must be ready to give and receive words of appreciation, togetherness, gifts that come from the heart, helpfulness and tenderness. Love is not a one-way street, it is not a highway either, love is something tender, fragile that must be protected and cared for. 

A final word. Love is a disease, it can be painful, but it can also be beautiful. Love is the most beautiful disease we know.

The Departure - Kuondoka

 The Departure - Kuondoka -

It's that time again, a departure is imminent. my departure Madness also Kenyan.

Morning. Stand up. Have breakfast. Then the madness begins. To shower. Clean the apartment, feed the dog. Actually we wanted to leave at 9 o'clock. It was 11 o'clock.

We wait for a matatu on the highway, none comes. We go to the station. None here either. Lucky in misfortune, one has just driven away, the driver sees us, standing around helplessly, he pulls over, we can still get in. We're sitting in the last row.

We're leaving. The walk is not far, about 20 minutes. Everyone is drunk, the driver and apparently also the conductor. What the heck, that's Kenya. The driver drives slowly, a few times, it seems to me, he goes off the road, drives across the dirt road before finding the road again.

Some people get in. Underneath a fat woman. We are now history like anchovies in a canned doae. The woman is so fat that she can't get past me. She presses her bum in my face, it's no use, she's too fat. Now a discussion begins. Everyone is talking at once. Excitement! A child is sitting next to me. A child is sitting in front of me. Someone suggests that the kid in front of me comes to the kid next to me, that would work out. That's how it's done. Finally the fat woman has a place. Instead of 14 passengers, we are 17 passengers. No more space. The excitement dies down slowly.

Eti nawe unavimba perfume tu mtihani

Kwanza shati ulovaa umeazima kwa nani?

Wanifuataa Kapuku utanipa nini?

Wanifuataa leo kimekuwasha nini?

Funga bakuli mbele yangu wewe mshamba

Nakujua vizuri toka unavaa mabwanga

Wakati unanuka moshi huna hata ishu

Kwenye pochi wanya na tishu

Unapenda ganda la ndizi kuteleza

Wakati kupambana mpaka mchuzi wa Pweza

Dume zima tantalantala instagram inahu

Wakati kwenu kula kulala huchangii hata kitunguu

Suppose you swell only with perfume test. First off, who borrowed the shirt you're wearing? Follow me Kapuku, what do you give me? Follow me today, what set you on fire? Close the bowl in front of me you farmer I know you well from you carry sticks If you smell smoke you don't even have a problem In the pockets the field and the handkerchiefs

We have to change. What a miracle, today there is no crowd, no getting on my nerves. People obviously know me. Peacefully and without being hit on in any way, we can climb the next matatu. Something is totally wrong today! That is impossible!

We sit comfortably in the rear of the matatu. We don't have to wait long, after 20 minutes the matatu is full. We're leaving. What is striking is that a conductor also drives me, which is unusual, because the matatu drives from A to B without stopping.

I don't have to be surprised for a long time, as soon as I'm out of town, the matatu stops, the driver gets out and the assumed conductor drives on. After a while another lady gets on. We are full now. Ready to go!

Hizo dharau mwanamke ulopata

Naona unasahau..zako nilikata

Nimepanda chati mkataba nimekata

Tena Nyang'au ndo ukome kunifuata

Unaringa una nini kijuso

Vijimeno kama Jini Gaucho

Kwani nawe una nini Kituko

Uso na kazi mjini Upo upo

Punguza kelele ooh kelele acha kelele mama kelele

Punguza kelele baba kelele acha kelele bwana kelele

This is important for the woman

I think you're forgetting your cut

I scaled the contract chart I cut

Again Nyang'or you stop following me

What's wrong with a squirrel?

Reacts like Gaucho Jini

'Cause you got what it's all about

Face and work exist in the city

Reduce noise ooh noise let mother noise

Minimize Father's Noise to stop the noise stem noise

The journey was quite pleasant. I bumped my head against the roof of the car only twice, which is unusual. Finally we arrived safely.

Our first way to the bar. I left the Divine there, meanwhile I went to the reception to book a room.

The lady at the reception recognizes me immediately, a big smile shows her face.

"Sir, welcome, your back?"

That's exactly how I like it. They all know me here!

The beer is cold! What more do you need? A cold beer is half the life!

I'm leaving the country tomorrow.

The Soul - Nafsi

 The soul - Nafsi

Unaringa kitu gani we mwenyewe ujisute

Afadhali hata Nyani sio we Mwanamke

Hupendezi asilani so unyoe au usuke

Nilifuata kitu gani umefanya nijute

haha

Mimi nakonda pungua eeeh na usikurupuke

Kwanza naongea na nani naomba nikumbushe

Mimi na wewe hatuendani jipandishe jisushe

Usinipande kichwani namba yangu ifute

what are you doing to yourself

It is better that the monkey is not a woman.

You don't like to shave or shave yourself

I followed what you did

haha

I lean down eeeh and don't hurry

First I talk to who I want to remember.

You and I will not let you down.

Don't put me on my head to erase my number

Is there a soul, and if so, where should it be in our body? Man, whose vital functions depend on nourishment and blood circulation, is a material product of vegetative Mother Nature. We have a beginning time, a heyday and a decaying time, and finally the end.

Can the "soul" be explained? The soul can perhaps be explained by the interaction of atoms and molecules and the resulting forces.

But science tells us that there is no soul. Science explains everything to us, sometimes hypothetically. As a result, we don't need a pastor, no religion, no morality, but we need the law of the strongest, which means that we open all the doors to the animal people. What are we to do with trifles such as morality, custom, self-confidence, striving, if there is no reason whatsoever?

Man is ennobled by the awareness of his noble descent, the knowledge on which our life is built.

So what is the soul? "The concept of the soul has a long history. Already in the Middle Ages it was much discussed. On the one hand the soul was considered to be the link between mind and body, on the other hand it was more ascribed to spirit, cognitive insight, rationality and the connection to God. In According to this idea, the soul decoupled from the body after death, was associated with eternal life. Around the 16th century, however, the soul became more associated with feelings, emotions and passions. Even today, the term " soul" many different definitions and perspectives," says Prof. Dr. dr Georg Northoff, neuroscientist, philosopher and psychiatrist. He is a professor of neuroethics at the chair set up especially for him.

What is new, however, is the insight into the brain, which we have only had for 20 or 30 years. Science now seems to say: everything is brain. However, what we do not yet know exactly is how neuronal activities are translated into mental activities, i.e. into subjective experience.

Even today we often assume that the mental states of people are something very special. They are a completely normal result of the spatial-temporal interaction between brain, body, environment and their fluctuation or waves. Brain waves or mental states are probably a result of evolution. Ultimately, however, this is a question of faith. Because science cannot provide empirical evidence for this - this is where natural science reaches its limits. It can only provide indications that mental states are connected to neuronal processes and spatial-temporal states.

Eti nawe unavimba perfume tu mtihani

Kwanza shati ulovaa umeazima kwa nani?

Wanifuataa Kapuku utanipa nini?

Wanifuataa leo kimekuwasha nini?

Funga bakuli mbele yangu wewe mshamba

Nakujua vizuri toka unavaa mabwanga

Wakati unanuka moshi huna hata ishu

Kwenye pochi wanya na tishu

Unapenda ganda la ndizi kuteleza

Wakati kupambana mpaka mchuzi wa Pweza

Dume zima tantalantala instagram inahu

Wakati kwenu kula kulala huchangii hata kitunguu

Eti and you swollen only perfume test

First, who is the shirt for?

What are you following from me

What are you following today?

Close the bowl in front of me

I know you well from wearing pants.

If you smell the smoke, you don't even have it.

In the purses and handkerchiefs

You like it when a banana peel slips

When to fight to the octopus sauce

Dume quite tantalantala instagram inahu

If you eat sleep even contributes to garlic