The Gullible

Ads on tv and radio get to a point of having me want to puke. A more-than-it-deserves emphasis has been placed on importance of washing hands using water and soap (i wonder if there are people who use kerosene and soil to wash hands). Again and again it goes. In one instance, a good goal scorer, asked what makes him perform, pipes, "I wash my hands with soap and water"--HOGWASH! In yet another, a woman who inherited huge wealth because of cooking expertise, "confided" that the secret behind her success lay on washing her hands with soap and water. The BS goes on and on.
Who sponsors this nonsense? USAID. If anyone comes across this post, please let them know although statistically many of us are dumb, there are spikes in that continuum, that don't put up with nonsense.

Ads are not everyone's business. There has to be professionalism in preparing them. If I had my way, I'd fire every one in the soap-and-water series of ads. As for USAID, there are more effective ways of spending those greenbacks. We do have malnutrition because of poverty, desks and chairs not enough to meet need etc. Any grown up (4 and above) knows about washing hands with soap and water.

Mwl. Adeline Makundi

On Tuesday 20 July 2010, at about 7 am in the morning, a nurse asked us,

"What is your relation to her?"

I knew then that something impossible had happened. Silly, I thought, how can that happen? No! Yet we had to answer the nurse's question--so that she could give us explanation why the bed we had left Ade in the evening before was empty.

"I am her older sister, and this is her younger brother", Aika answered for us.

"After you had left her condition did not improve, in fact it deteriorated, and she passed away at one a.m.."

There it was. And I couldn't imagine such a thing ever hapenning.

Mwalimu Ade, at 53, was quite young, with many years of work to put her excellent brains to work for this country which is so much in demand for such gifted persons.

Needless to say I went along with other relatives through the procedure that ended up with burial at our family kihamba at Komakundi village, Kilimanjaro on Saturday 24 July 2010.

I've since been brooding and thinking of the personal loss I suffered for loss of my sibling who was much more than a mere sibling. She was my first and most effective teacher, how I entered formal school head high ,  academically matching ahead of the crowd was the confidence given by her to me.

As no-one can read future to know one's destiny, I would not attempt to make any conclusion on possibilities that could have produced the best in her earlier on than what she came to achieve at mature age diploma and degree. But, heck, young parents with daughters, hear: If you have to work twenty four hours a day, do that to see to it that your daughter receives the best possible education. If she has promising results at lower classes, sell assets and work if you have to so as to see she makes achievements in education and carreer. That shall be a subject of one of my future posts.

Stanza 1:
O Lord my God,
When I in awesome wonder
Consider all
The works Thy Hand hath made,
I see the stars,
I hear the mighty thunder,
Thy pow'r throughout
The universe displayed;


Stanza 2:
When through the woods
And forest glades I wander
I hear the birds
Sing sweetly in the trees;
When I look down
From lofty mountain grandeur
And hear the brook
And feel the gentle breeze;


Refrain:
Then sings my soul,
My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art!
How great Thou art!
Then sings my soul,
My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art!
How great Thou art!


Stanza 3:
When Christ shall come,
With shouts of acclamation,
And take me home,
What joy shall fill my heart!
Then I shall bow
In humble adoration
And there proclaim,
"My God, how great Thou art!"


Refrain:
Then sings my soul,
My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art!
How great Thou art!
Then sings my soul,
My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art!
How great Thou art!
http://www.greatchristianhymns.com/how-great-thou-art.html