Monday Rant!

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So this morning I thought of putting down one or two… okay five… of the thoughts that were crossing me mind. Me I think.. such stuff are worth pondering.

  1. Why the eff is Access Kenya crappy? I mean? Can’t they see that we’re suffering? And speaking of which, isn’t it sad that nowadays for anything to work ‘properly’ we need to be ‘wired-in’? Isn’t it really boring and sad that we have to sit behind machines and have to be connected to the net so that things can happen? And back to the real question, does Access Kenya know just how much woman hours have been lost just by ranting and raving at them? Nkt!
  2. What the eff was Raila thinking? Fine, he’s old and all and yea, tendency is that the older you are the less tolerant you are towards diverse sexualities. But he is learned isn’t he? Doesn’t he know just how much problems he can spur with such comments? Is he aware that such will increase the chances of more deaths, more HIV infections, more suffering etc etc? And does he realise that this is NOT the Kenya he was referring to? Is he effing serious? Okay, so he’s not for it. But so what? Who cares if he is for it? And then he goes ahead and mentions the bill of rights right after the snotty comments he made. Does he see how much of an oxymoron that is?
  3. They fixed Ngong Rd. Am so happy! Before, it used to be quite the bumpy ride that stretch from Karen to Dagoretti Corner. The great corner LOL! No more “du-du-du-du-du-du” when javving hehe!
  4. The other day I was thinking about love. And I always go back to that same quote from the bible. (yea, the bible!) 1st Corinthians 13:4-7 “4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. 8 Love never fails.”
  5. Nimekosa cha kusema! And yea, I know today’s Tuesday!

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TGIFurahidays!

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Thank GOD Its Furahiday!

Gosh! Its been two weeks since my last TGIFurahidays post. I feel great. Work has subsided and stuff is going well. I’m also bracing myself up for a busy December! Lotsa things planned. Hopefully, I shall have a good plan for 2011, that includes a “New Year’s Resolution” List of sorts 🙂 *as if anyone follows those!* Anywho, its something I’m gonna do 🙂

This weekend

I’m a busy girl. I am attending my cousin’s grad party *yay-maexcitos* and am also finalizing with a certain project that’s been dragging along for far too long *unajijua!*

I’ve been craving

Milkshake, Fruitshake, and other shakes!! :p

My Furahiday Theme Song

Stella Mwangi – She Got It/Kool Girls << Yeah!!! I got it! 😀

Niko Na Safaricom << Believe it or not, this song is more than just an ad. The words are very inspirational. And best of all, you can change the end part saying “Niko na Safaricooooom” and put something like “Niko na Mungu Wanguuuuuu” Yea, I know… doesn’t rhyme!! But so what?? 😛

Today’s Inspirational Quote

 

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PPK Tuesdays: Creekside Princess Season Finale

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Here is Today’s dose of “Creekside Princess” by The Princess Project K.

I got to spend some time last week with someone that I think I do not appreciate as much as I should. He is the kind of man who understands me, perhaps better than I give him credit for. He knows when I need to be on my own and when I need him standing right beside me. He gives room for my fierce independence, but the times that I have crumbled, I look up to see him right there, even during the times when I would rather he was not.

The problem is, the kind of person I am right now, hasn’t been able to give as much as I have taken.

I didn’t realise this. I think that I have allowed the culture I live in to influence my way of thinking. We have become quite the commercial culture, haven’t we? Wealth, finances, and money – they have become a very large factor in the lives we live. It’s only understandable when more than 50% of a population lives below the poverty line. But how much should that factor in the relationships we have?

When you equate the value of life and love to the value of money or wealth available or exchanged; you dismiss the value of a phone call from a loved one checking on how you are doing because he did not Mpesa the value of his love, you dismiss the time your mother spent on that bad road to come and visit you because maybe she didn’t bring a basket full of stuff from home, you ignore that kind and tender touch, you don’t value that long hug, you forget how to love back.

We made a deal, my friend and I, long ago when we were just soccer buddies. If we went out for Icecream at Yul’s, he’d pay, or I’d pay, or we’d both pay whatever worked at the time. But I’d never ask him for his money, and he’d never ask me for my money. Weird deal, but it worked. I recognise my responsibility to support myself, and he respects my wish to do so.

In that respect, I grew up. Well, sort of. I run to mummy and daddy when I am in trouble. Mummy never complains. Daddy indulges me a little too much.

The problem I think is that that definition of our relationship my friend and I made, might have sort of warped the rest of my thinking. My independence and his respect for it seem to justify it when he gives his love and time, and I don’t feel obligated to give back as much time and love.

This morning my mother said, “When you only take, you forget to give. The problem is not that you hurt the other person. The problem is that when you don’t give, you forget who you are.”

It’s one of those saying that I take weeks thinking over before I can understand it. But I have a feeling that she is right. Don’t you?

So, back to The Princess Project (K). We moved houses this week. You can now find us at www.princessprojectkenya.com.

This week we brought you the last part of Reunion, which by the way is also the last part of the Creekside Princess Season 2 Finale – Reunion 2

“Your boyfriend?”

What the hell?! You meet a guy in a supermarket the next day he is at your apartment!

“What? No. He’s just my roommate.”

“Ah.” That obviously made perfect sense to him, but it sure did not explain why in the world he was here. “Your T-shirt is inside out.”

Gaby blinked, glanced down. Her I am my own Bitch T-shirt was indeed inside out. She shrugged, “It’s fine.”

Read The Season Finale

We also brought you the last part of Poetry Book Camp. Girl! Did the Ivory Punk get tough on us! See her ‘so long’ note.

We will be taking a very short break, but we will be here to keep you company through December.

The next season of the Creekside Princess will be about growing beyond challenges and giving back to society by being the best of what you are. It’s time for Gabrielle to take charge of her life and stop drifting from trouble to tragedy. We should give her a chance to do that, don’t you think?

Are you intrigued by Sam, the Blackberry Princess, and Kombo, the Bourbon King? They are going to become regular features in Season 3. But please do write in and tell us which character you would like to see more of. Just post the name of your favorite Character on our Facebook Fan Page.

We are also looking for book reviews, so if there is a book that has entertained you, enlightened you or been a source of motivation and courage for you, please tell us all about it. Send your book review tojmaruru@princessprojectkenya.com.

You can also send in poetry, nominate a queen in your life for a Diva Interview with the Ivory Punk, or send us your personal trial and strength story.

If you work in organisations aimed at empowering and educating young women, or have opportunities for young women, please let us know and will spread the word about your project, business or organisation.

For now, kwaheri ya kuonana!

 

 

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Monday Rant!

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Bah!

Mondays.

But today’s ain’t so bad. Its just there. I like them that way.

ION, not so much to write about. THAT SUCKS!

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Sex Worker, si “Poko”!

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The other day I got the priviledge to be in the same room as sex-workers in East Africa. I had the chance to hear their stories and share in their joys and more so their woes. It was quite an experience for me and I shall live to remember it.

Now, that is not the reason I set out to write this post. I must admit, the first first times I ever thought of sex work I felt like vomiting. I couldnt imagine someone giving themselves to someone else in order to earn a living. I couldnt imagine someone having relations (am using nice terms eh? Hehe!) with like say ten people in one night! Seriously!

But isn’t that the stereotype we’re used to? Isn’t that what we grew up being told that ‘prostitutes’ are? We’ve been told that prostitutes carry all manner of viruses. We’ve been told that they can’t have babies because of all the abortions they’ve had. We’ve been told that they’re loose and can’t hold a relationship. As in, need I say more? Is this true? Aren’t they human beings too? Let me invite you into my way of thinking. Maybe you’ll agree with me. I will take a rights-based approach to addressing this issue. No moral standing whatsoever, but I shall mention my reservations about sex work.

Sex work the way I view it is okay. Not many people would agree with me on that level. But why do I think its okay? Because I believe there is a need, and that need has to be met. I won’t bother you with much details but I shall mention just one example.

Picture a man (stereotypical-I know) who works long hours, doesn’t have the time to find a decent woman to be in a relationship with, or simply doesn’t want to, doesn’t want to go to a bar and struggle getting a one night stand, and is (quite obviously) in need for some sex. Now what does he do? Oh, lest I forget, his relationship with his hand has gone to the dogs so that’s out of question too… atleast for this day/night. So what does he do? “Dial 1-800-U-CAN-DO-ME” flashes through his mind. Its quick and easy and hey, no strings attached!

Don’t forget that this is but one scenario. So there is a man, in need for some quick sex, and who is to offer this service? A sex worker. Simple.

Sex workers are not promiscuous. Okay, not all of them are at least. And in any case, it depends on how you view promiscuity.. but that’s another conversation all together…I digress.. Promiscuity. I don’t think its about promiscuity. Its about the work. Once you try to divorce the sex from the sex work then maybe it may make some sense. What am I saying? Don’t look at it the way you personally view sex. And I mean how sex is for you. If you look at it in a ‘sex-work’ angle, it may make some sense. I know I know, its hard. Its hard to imagine someone engaging in something we hold so dear as sex for money. At least for me it is. But somehow I can understand. I can understand that its possible to divorce emotions from sex. Its possible to have sex with someone and enjoy it-or not-and purely for money. Its possible. Its happened before so its possible.

Its not all about the money. Believe it or not, some sex workers actually enjoy their job much more than you can imagine. They have a wild sex drive and thirst for sex that seems never to end. So why not make money from this thirst? Seems fair, no? Some sex workers really love the job. They like all the sex they can get, and also get money for it! Makes you wonder why you’re doing that job you’re doing for a moment right? Haha!

They deserve to be treated with dignity. Wooow… some people are eyeballing me right now. I didn’t flinch. I meant it. Just because someone is having sex for money (or something similar) doesn’t give anyone the right to judge them. All they ask for, no, demand that is accorded to them, is dignity and respect. We treat them as trash, brandish them as lower than dirt and even go as far as to rape them “to teach them a lesson”. Its cruel and inhuman. We need to stop judging them because it is not in our place. We also need to remove our head from under the sand. I mean, isn’t prostitution claimed to be the oldest profession? And if you think about it critically, haven’t we (who have sex) all given or received sex in return for something at least once in our lives? For love, for companionship, to get rid of that dreadful ‘vaginity’, to make sure we’re not ‘the only one’s who haven’t done it’, and so on and so forth? And then the name, its SEX WORKER, not ‘poko’ or ‘prostitute’ or any other name that might be or is offensive and/or degrading.

Finally, here is what Sex Worker Rights Activists try to tell you:

“WE WANT RIGHTS, NOT RESCUE

I could go on about this, but I will put my fingers to rest. Tell me what you think. Lets discuss.

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Monday Rant!

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*groooan*

Its a Monday. Another Monday.

And I’m still stuck at nothing. I guess this mind is handling waay too much at the moment so, lets give it a break now won’t we?

ION,

Check out THE NEW PRINCESS PROJECT KENYA WEBSITE! They moved! And boy do they write! This is what they said when they announced the move.

Make sure you subscribe to our feed so that you never miss a single episode of the Creekside Princess with Sheblossoms, Mwangi Ichungwa, Njeri Tunguru, Nyambura Kiarie;

the poetry by the Ivory Punk and Parsha Lukamba;

book reviews by Gideon Chumo and Parsha Lukamba;

queen stories with the Ivory Punk and Osas;

some Girl Royal with Sheblossoms and Osas,

Business and Internet Issues with Marvin Tumbo and Chiira Maina

and the health &beauty column by Imani Opar!

Karibu.

Me thinks that’s something that can inspire me and you, no?

 

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TGIFurahidays!

Thank God Its FURAHIDAY!! :D

Its been, yet again, a fast paced week. Monday and Tuesday I was at Hotel La Mada for a conference on sex workers in East Africa. Quite an interesting conference I must say. The cocktail at the end was graced by @WanjukuMwaurah (read her blog) where she entertained us with her well written, amazingly performed and thought-provoking poetry, themed around the topic of sex work, woman issues and society. It was fun. I had to leave soon though 😦

I never got to pay my sleep debt as I had planned but all in all it went. Something else to note is that, I practically haven’t blogged this entire week! Except for this post. And I feel bad. Bad because I am not keeping to my trend and also because its linked to a whole foray of other stuff that’s bogging me down. #Nottoworry though, al be fine.

On this weekend…

Hopefully it will go on well. Nothing much planned so I shall catch up with friends and family as well as find out about some work stuff. Its gonna be a slide-through weekend.

I’m craving…

#nuffsaid!

Quote for the week…

#ThatIsAll :)

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