My purpopose, My passion, My Love, My LIFE.

Harambe Avenue seems to be an  the avenue along which power resides.I would call it the Power Corridor or may be Power Avenue was I to re-name it .I mean, most high ranking and even the highest state offices will be found along this avenue. So the view from my window looks something  like, the Treasury, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Ministry for Higher Education Office of the Deputy President, Office of the President...a kind of 'the pentagon's west wing, east wing,south wing...view. As you would imagine this is a street not accustomed to  to much hooting or even noise of any kind. As you would be aware, state building is serious business. This view from my window has however changed. There is a new addition...The current level of instability in the country has changed this street from a power corridor to a rioting corridor. Week after week , disgruntled citizenry will be seen raising their banner us and chanting the all familiar.."haki  yetu!" (our righ...

This is what makes me want to pick and take pigs to the street, (pun intended): The projections of the Kenyan budget are forever on the rise and have now hit the trillions mark...There is a huge problem when we start running adverts for commodities such as bread (with the intention of making consumers spend on bread) this is an indication that,bread has now has become a luxury. Bread and basic food commodities such as flour should never be a luxury. One of the responsibilities of a nation state is to ensure the feeding of its populace. It does not make sense that teachers have been asking for a pay rise since the 1990S and there is yet to bea full implementation of their salaries increment plan to date. Thus the threat by KUPPET to call a strike soon. This happens as Members of parliament seek an increment of their salaries only 4 months into their service of the Kenyan people(Contrast this to a teacher...or a doctor who has been serving the government since,say ...

Love covers all offences , It is said. For belonging to the “other’’ tribe, We cannot apologize, It’s an act of GOD, If we loved enough, This would matter least.  The blood running through our veins, Is red. For coming from a different ridge, We cannot explain,  It’s an act of NATURE,                                                                 If we loved enough, This would matter least. The air that we breathe, We share.  For the differences we have at times, We can compromise, We are only but HUMAN, If we loved enough, This would matter the most. J.