Constitution and Kadhi courts

I received a very disturbing e-mail today and as much as I am a Christian, it's hard to believe we can be this shallow.

"From *************>
Date: April 14, 2010 10:57:33 AM GMT+03:00
To: ... See More
Subject: Constituion
Reply-*************

It is five years from now and the Kadhi courts have been operational for the same period. Your uncle is crying, the government has just forcibly repossessed his land and is planning to compensate him for less than his land’s worth. He seeks your advice about taking the government to court to get market rate on his land but you advise him against it. To your surprise the government begins to construct a mosque on what was formerly your uncle’s land. On completion you are informed it’s not a mosque but a Kadhi court. It begins operation and the compound is full of GK vehicles. A convoy arrives with GK vehicles complete with GK drivers and GK body guards. What appear to be Muslim clerics disembark from the GK vehicles. You are informed that these are the khadhis. They are now government Islamic judicial officers (what a contradiction, you think). You draw nearer to get a closer look and the guards inform you that this is an Islamic institution and you should therefore keep off. You leave wondering how your constitution came to allow the government ( Kenya now has a Muslim president) to build and fund a Muslim religious institution.

You go to church the following day, eager to share what you have seen with fellow Christians. You find the gate locked and a big crowd outside. You notice the Pastor and you draw near to him. He tells you and others that the government has closed the church because of its proximity to the Kadhi court. He has been informed that the court is constitutional and the church is not, therefore the church must give way. He may rebuild the church at an appropriate distance so as not to disrupt court proceedings, and no, it doesn’t matter what came first only what is constitutional.

This is not a fantasy; this may be the reality if the Proposed Constitution is adopted.
LIES THE MEDIA IS SPREADING ABOUT THE CONSTITUTIONAL KADHI COURTS AND ABOUT ISLAM

LIE NO 1. - The Kadhi courts have been retained in the proposed constitution as they are in the current constitution. This is a blatant lie. Nothing could be further from the truth. The truth is that the jurisdiction of the Kadhi court in the current constitution is restricted to the 10 mile coastal strip stretching from the Indian Ocean . This was the territory that formerly (before independence) belonged to the Sultan of Zanzibar. This area did not belong to the British and was therefore referred to as the British Protectorate. This area is currently referred to as the former British Protectorate. Furthermore in the Bomas Draft and in all other drafts except the Proposed Constitution, the jurisdiction of the Kadhi court is restricted to this 10 mile coastal strip. In the Proposed Constitution the jurisdiction of the Kadhi Court will be nation wide. I hold that there is a big difference between a ten mile coastal strip and nation
wide.

LIE NO 2. - The Kadhi court will not affect you if you are not a Muslim. This is a barefaced lie. You must not believe it. The courts will affect everything in your life. You may even find yourself without a place of worship as in the story above. Your taxes will pay the Kadhi and his staff. If each Kadhi gets a million and you add construction and other expenses, they could be taking off a clean 20 Billion from our national budget. They will use GK vehicle, they may take your land for construction of the courts.

LIE NO 3. - The Muslim “brothers are freindly people who mean no harm”. This is the biggest lie of all; Muslims are sworn enemies of Christians. Their faith encourages them to lie to kafiris. (Non-Muslims) and to kill kafiris who get in the way of their religion. In Islamic nations, like Pakistan , a Christian can be arrested and jailed for preaching. Here in Kenya , we seem to be rolling the red carpet for the Muslims. Take a look at the Islamic nations around us; see the kind of violence we are inviting.

LIE NO 4. - That having Constitutional Kadhi courts in Kenya is purely for sorting out family matters between practicing Muslims. This is also a lie; the plan of constitutionalizing the Kadhi courts is a part of the Abuja Declaration for the Islamatization of Africa. It is not an isolated incident. It happened first in NIGERIA . Today in Nigeria , pastors have to buy guns and hire people to guard churches, but our “Muslim brothers” are still managing to burn some of them.

LIE NO 5. - That all religions will be equal before the eyes of the law. This is the mother of all lies. The CEO deleted the clause” THE GOVERNMENT SHALL TREAT ALL RELIGIONS EQUALLY” This clause was present in the bomas draft , and in all subsequent drafts, but it was deleted by the Muslim headed COE to make way for the elevation of Islam from the proposed constitution. Christians be warned, the only religion in the proposed constitution is Islam. Christianity doesn’t even get a mention. Do not be deceived, they are trying to sneak in Sharia Law through the back door. Ask yourself, why would they delete this clause unless the opposite is true?

LIE NO 6. - That the amendments can be done after the referendum. This is probably the most shameless lie of all. The truth is that one requires a million signatures to petition a clause, a 2thirds majority in both the upper and lower houses and a referendum to change a single clause in the Protected Articles. Kadhi courts fall under the article on the judiciary which is protected and Abortion fall under the Bill of Rights which is also protected. They are making a fool of us. If we swallow this, they will soon be laughing all the way to the Consolidated Fund and the Treasury.

LIE NO 7. - This is the best proposed constitution so far, the let church not be a wet blanket by spoiling it. This is merely a guilt card and they should know better than to pull this one. This is not the best constitution so far, in fact it is the worst. It has a host of hidden clauses insert by individuals and groups of individuals with sectarian interests. These clause are so disguised one requires an international law degree just to recognize them. Take the clause on
abortion for instance. This is the same clause that was used in the UK to legalize abortion. Whoever came up with the clause must not only be
well informed but also very conniving.

SOME ALARMING DEVELOPMENTS HAPPENING IN KENYA AS YOU READ THIS
1. Do you know why government is yet to release the results of the census which ought to have been released ages ago? The reason is not



only shocking, but alarming. It is because persons of Somali ethnicity now out number any others in Kenya . Experts are saying this kind of increase can only be explained by immigration not birth. In a case of too little too late, the government has now stopped admission of children into public schools without birth certificates to curb illegal immigration. The question is, what about all those Somalis that now hold illegal ID, what they are going to do about them. The government has already lost cases in court against these illegal ID holders. Our courts appear to hold the view that a national ID is sufficient proof of citizenship .Somalis are 99.9% Muslim. As you read this, these illegal ID holders are now busy being registered en mass as voters by a Muslim headed IIEC. You still think all is well?
2. Have you noticed that mosques have multiplied ten fold in our neighborhoods in the last 5 years?
3. Have you realized investment by Muslims and Islamic countries have also increased ten fold?
4. Are you aware that the head of IIEC, the PSC, and the COE are all Muslims?
5. Are you aware that our beloved Prime minister has some kind of pact with Muslims?"

Four, five or six reasons

It's my birthday today and as much as I should rock it like 1999 like Jr says,am gon sleep it out. Probably hit the beach, a good meal, see a few people and just turn in a lil early. It's possible you doubting Thomases! I got a few convincing reasons why this might be the way to go.

It's Thursday and I've done a honest weeks job. Order my ugali and fish, attack this beauty real good, full tummy and light me a cancer stick. I had settled for a late lunch coz I wasn't planning on going back to the office. One of my colleagues has invited me for a lethal one.

Let's back it up a little. Football mania or as the faithful like to call it, WENGERBALL! Wednesday night, where due to unpredictability of these 22 wizards, you got to ensure the brain is on a slowdown. To protect yourself from a heart attack -we ain't Makmende- which is more or less expected from the faithfuls. It's the Emirates and the Blaugrana are tearing the gunners apart. A shot of vodka helps a lot in these situations.
Let's go back a lil further. Just so you know, I supported the Red devils on that fateful night for more unconventional reasons. A lil liquor goes a long way in those 94-97 mins. Even though only around 21 mins matter in the game, the build up is also worth the liquor but the few moments of brilliance can totally knock you the fuck out. Slow down your brain and your heart I repeat, slow down these vital organs if you plan on seing your grandkids. That's always being a legitimate reason for a warm Tusker. The liver survived, the wallet sighed but hey, we still living.

Fast forward to Thursday, I walk in at the White House at around 3:00. My man is got nymhs in twain. He's got to impress his ladies and am the pawn. Recipe for trouble, the liver is about to get a beatdown. Again. "Juma, Tusker moto". Let's say that the phrase was a lil overused.

You do know we club hop on waterways by now. I take me a boat and am back to the island. Hit the police canteen for a few with another of my workmates. Word on the grapevine, Easter party is on the offing. Let's check it out. Hit a few,lights out ,now whose got a generator? A few weeks back, I helped out this kid and he's planning to return the favor. Let's hook up at Petleys inn. The kid is alright but's one hell of a liar, no offense but lazima atokwe! It's late anyway and one is got to turn in.

It's Friday!! Good Friday to be precise. My boss thinks I deserve a drink for being such a good sport. White House at 2:00 for Mbuzi. Free alcohol is not good for you. You gotta run for your livers' sake. So I run after a few alcohol intense hours and hit the island at around 6:30. Still no lights? Petleys inn it is. Let's see how the third floor gon rock. Two of my new found friends come in and we got a crowd. Down a few and then, 'Dida'. She a hot one. Two or a few down the line, the rest ain't publication material.

On Saturday, I blame KPLC for my woes. I have to charge my phone you know, I hit the office a lil early so I can be back to catch the game in a community hall. Sober. You can trust my boss to have other ideas. Apparently, there is a few places I've not hit. Let's go exploring. 11:00 in Hunters pub, a place called Hindi. Now this dude Gitau knows how a Mbuzi should be prepared. We full now, the tank is empty. Clarification: I really wanted to watch the showdown at Old Trafford.Fast forward to 19:00, am not sure if we disguised in liquor or sobriety.
Lesson learnt: Always designate a driver.
Two hours later, no boats to the Island and I got to crash at my bosses place.

We should cultivate a church going culture. If I attend church on a regular basis, I'd have being in church at 11:00 instead of white house. We've being invited for lunch and you don't turn down an offer that includes ingoho-if that's the spelling-. These offers normally include a washing it down the throat ceremony. By this point in time, there is being sighted a few drops of blood in your alcohol system. Don't get it twisted. I enjoyed every drop of it, so am not complaining. My wallet is, and my liver a lil. How many reasons have I cited.

It's Monday, a special one for that matter. Easter Monday / My Birthday. A lil history about this day, 25 years ago on this day it was a Friday. I've never not rocked on this day even if it meant blowing the fees. But today am giving myself the gift of sobriety . Hit the beach, a good meal, maybe talk to Mary Jane and turn in by 21:00. Happy Birthday to the Special one and Happy Easter to ya'll.
Jr, I win!!

Wry faces and advice

That was rough, thing to do now is try and forget......I guess I didn't quite mean that. It's not a thing to forget, maybe not a thing you want to forget. Life is like that sometimes. Now and then for no good reason a man can figure out, life will just haul him off and knock him flat, slam him against the ground so hard it seems like all his insides is busted.
But its not always like that. A lot of it is mighty fine, and you can afford to waste the good part fretting about the bad. That makes it all bad. Sure you know, saying it is one thing, feeling it is another. But I'll tell you a trick that is something of a big help. When you starting looking around for something good to take place of the bad, as a general rule you will find it.

Going away

Am on a bus heading to the coast sitting with a not so interesting dude plus he's got dreads and looks like he's gon steal from and give me the face. Sleep ain't coming soon so I got to sit it out and maybe pen down some of my thoughts.

The music is good, it's Country, Kenny Rodgers to be precise.

It's being a while since my last visit to the big city and as weird as it seems, I did miss the traffic. Not so weird considering where am headed to right now, Lamu. Am actually shocked that culture shock didn't ice my balls or at least a good smack across my face. I kinda had a theory that culture shock is a creation of people afraid of change. Am yet to be proven otherwise so I guess my theory still stands, at least for now.

Anyway, I was talking about my few days in the city. It's being great I must admit but I didn't get to meet as many people as I wanted to. That's on me considering am an accountant by profession, you would think time management would be a piece of cake. I can blame me and factor in a few extra hurdles, like I know a lil too many people, alcohol availability (burnt a few grand on that too) , and the fact that I only had two weekends to see everyone. Come to think of it, am actually good with time management. I gotta take the good though, like my niece is gon be causing ripples in about 16 years. That lil goddess will be making balls itch and mummy and daddy will have to get used to sleepless nights. She's hot but I should know, it runs in the family. I ain't being cocky but look at me, it's in the genes.

Yeah, Nairobi has not changed much. Same ol' same ol',you sleep you don't eat. Drinking sprees and all but we have a new star on the uniform. Beautiful women dancing on the tables at the local,and making out!! That's just hot! Considering I didn't know this side of these hotties, it's safe to say they really tickled my balls. If you're reading this,BIG UP to ya!

Had a sit down with my pops too. If this man knew how workable his solutions are, he could make a milli out of talking. On the other hand, if he shared his wisdom and sound advice with every Tom, Dick and Harry, we wouldn't stand out from the rest. Plus he wraps it with a lil humor before serving it! Dope me peeps, DOPE!!
Homz rocking like stone ain't changed a bit. Maybe the means changed but the end remains. Down at the house of swag aka The place,aka the sitting room. That's a really cool place to hang if you ask me.
One of the most important man in my life assured me of his support on everything I do. Top that with some pointers and we've got a winner. Considering he lived in Lamu at some point, I'd say U. Matindi just hit it right.

Lets wrap it up and say, family and friends are the reason why I want to make it. Their support is my drive, and their abscence is my weakness. Being in this far away land makes me miss them and I don't want to do it for nothing. I wanna make them proud and not miss em too much.

It's going to be a while now, but the few days are gon do for now. Peace out.

Chosing words

The first time she broke his little heart, he wrapped it real nice, placed a ribbon on it and sent it to heaven. He had heard that's where broken hearts go. For healing that is. After a couple of months, a year or so, he got his heart back. He locked it up and threw away the key.

He was bored one Monday afternoon. He wrote a note. She saw the note and talked to him. He didn't know what to say. It was a good piece of writing she said. You should write.He makes mistakes when he's a lil' on the rocks. He bears out his heart, his soul, his entire being. He tells her things. She tells him things. She gives him hope. He don't like hope. It's for the hopeless. But he's hopelessly in love with her. She's not, at least that's what she says.She should have tried to make it work. That's what she said. That makes it better she thinks. He wishes it did. It doesn't.

He writes about her. The first time he saw her. At 18, the most beautiful virgin on the green. No age could furnish this nymph so graceful, wise and fair; with half the lustre of her eyes, half her wit. He had hit the bottle a little early, but still, the adrenaline, excitement and slight anxiety raced. Perfectly curved, walking around, he noticed. She probably didn't. She was the desire that fulfilled his ultimate fantasy. Her face almost angelic. It was lust eating him up. He schemed, took another shot of whiskey and talked to her. A beautiful young thing is what he needed.

She didn't give it up. A few months down the line, he took his eyes off the goal and got carried away by this being. It was not sexual anymore. He had felt this before. A long time ago. Maybe it's,no,it's different this time. He told her about it. She felt it, he knew she felt it. She freaked. She was afraid. She ran.
She thought about him, probably a lot. She called him. They talked about it, they tried again. They were both cautious, sometimes careless with words, but mostly cautious. A bit too cautious. She liked to bite his lower lip and look into his eyes. He couldn't hide anything from her. She probably knew that. They were now moving in circles. On for a couple of months, then off for a couple of months. They were afraid to invest emotions. She wanted it. He wanted it. They acted like two little kids who didn't know what they wanted. But he wanted it more than she did. He worked harder than she did on it. Until eventually he couldn't no more.
She told him she wanted out. He was too drained to fight anymore. He reluctantly said yes. He said he understood and it was okay. But it was not okay and he didn't understand. He could feel his heart crashing but he put on a brave face. She kissed him goodbye. He walked away.

He told his friends about it. They didn't understand what he was going through. Disappointments in his past had taught him to take a blow with a smile. He hurt alone. He drunk his beer. He might sleep alright tonight and hurt tomorrow. His liqour does that for him.

He's met a few nice girls since then. He likes them a lot sometimes. He can't give his heart to them though. He doesn't have the key. He thinks about her when he's with them. He compares her with them. Some almost do compare but always fall short. Others just, well, they just don't.

They talk sometimes. Sometimes for long on the phone. She seems happy. She met someone else. He's happy for her. He just wants her to be happy. It's being a while now, pretty long while and he knows she couldn't wait. As long as she's happy, he's happy.

He never got over her. He however learn't to live without her. She taught her a lot of things, but living without her,he had to learn the hard way.
They were different when they were;
He writes, she reads
He likes the outdoors, she's into indoors
He likes his liqour, she's not much of a fan
He likes all music, she's a rock lover
He spends, she saves
He's a wild one, she's a nice girl
They were a little different but they did okay. They differed in opinion sometimes but didn't really fight. They should have fought at least a few times, but that's not important now.

He might be seeing her soon. She says she wants them to be friends. He's got to be cautious with his words when he sees her. She's going to too. Choose words carefully. Probably talk about everything except what they feel. He knows and she knows. It's time to start choosing words.

Schizophrenic alert

So many voices in my head, all at the same time. They all seem so important but the problem is when I start doing one thing that am thinking about, another voice decides to yell a lil louder than the first one and I find myself sidetracked to something else. The level of competition in my head is so high that sometimes they all talk at the same time that I have no clue what they are saying.

There was this one time I was about to sleep (this is going to make me sound insane), I jerk myself back awake saying "What? What did you say?", only to realize I am actually talking to a voice in my head.
See, initially, I had two; the one I considered normal me (natural response), and over think me. So I decided over think me is on death row when I get my hands on him. Am gon ice the devil outta that lil shit! I think he got wind of my lil plan and got himself some real heavy back up. Sometimes am terrified they will one day be like "why are you ignoring us?" Men I hope that day never comes.

I've being trying to get rid of them lately but the more I try, the more I end up thinking about them, hearing them. Sometimes it's weird coz the voices worry about things that I trully don't feel.
I met this girl, pretty nice and we are in the middle of a really nice conversation in Swahili (my Swahili has really improved) and the meeting in my head begins it session with the offious president who's all about breaking rules.
Johnie:"you know,even in the Bible,men never had platonic relationships with women. The're just sexual objects."
Jack:"the conversation is going pretty well right now, why spoil the fun."
Matt:"if you hit on her now,and then hit the wall real hard,she's gone. Act stupid and wait for an oportune moment to pounce."
Judy:(there's a woman in my head)"you peverts,let the woman effing be"
Then a fight broke out for at least five minutes coz the voices won't agree on one stupid issue. Should or should I not hit on this beautiful Swahili woman? Next thing I know, this chic is looking at me waiting for an answer on a question she had asked.

So I talked to Mary Jane about it later that night. The good thing about Mary Jane, she commands respect of the voices. They coil away when Mary Jane swings by. Mary Jane told me that the best way to deal with the voices is not to ignore them, suppress or try to get rid of them. I should take control of my head. One voice at a time. In case of disagreement,natural responce will listen to all the voices and pick one depending on the factors prevailing at the moment. But overthink me doesn't like the idea.

The problem is that overthink me, when we always compromise with him,he makes me creative and extroverted compared to normal me. If I don't listen to him, I lose the creativity. Mary Jane also thinks challenging these voices is also a good way of dealing with them. I talk back at them depending on the situation, be the one to make final decision. Get involved in the conversation but be in control. If I want them to go away,I tell them like "am reading a book,I'll talk to you later" or something like that. It's however advisable to do it in your head although if they really piss you off,you can scream at them out loud.
What I realised is that these voices are real. They are representatives of what we feel about ourselves, both negatively and positively and there should be no cause to fear them. Don't let them have the power over you or threaten you.

Now they bother me a lot less and when they do, am in control of the conversation. I'll still talk to them out loud if I feel like, even in the bus or in the streets although its preferable to do it behind closed doors.
I've learnt that my voices are not the problem but my relationship with them is important. Facing them and working with them has changed my life for the better and made me feel optimistic about life.