Kenyans Arise!

I had a buzz of inspiration today when talking to my colleague. He was telling me that one of the reasons why he’s going to vote for Uhuru Kenyatta (YES! I said the name, now get me for hate-speech or whatever!) is because he feels he’s the most viable person to take this country far.

My simple rationale for who I am going to vote for is this: what is their track record? If s/he has been notorious for being on TV for all the wrong reasons time and again, you really expect me to consider them at all? How?

Then he (my colleague) told me something else. He said that he “doesn’t see Kenyans voting for someone else other than Uhuru or Raila” and he actually thinks Raila will win. Fine. But he’s basis was that for some reason, some African or Kenyan reason, its a race between the two. I smell something not nice. And I won’t say it.

Basically, and to cut this short, I am sick and tired of us Kenyans voting for the same crap over and over again. We have seen these people for years on end and all we do is complain about them. I simply cannot understand how, when you’re the employer, you can say how an employee is time and again failed you and lost or stolen your hard earned cash in your business and you keep renewing their contract. Because for real, these people, these MPs are our employees. Untill we are able to view how much we have power over them is when we are going to see some serious revolution in this country. Untill we actually realise that the constitution we passed has increased our power and tightened structures to ensure we get what we deserve is when we will have a glimpse of Utopia.

People, its OUR time to eat. Ours. We Kenyans. We ordinary Wananchi. Its up to us to make the change we want to see. We know how to yap yap yap but can we walk the talk? Till when will we let the people we vote for kanyaga kanyaga us like we are thigiriri? Are you a thigiriri? By letting them do what they want you’re turning over power to them. Let us not be fooled. It is US who have the power, not them. Because I am very sure, that is the notion we have. Yes, even you who earns a measly 0.1% of what your employee (MP) gets, have power over him because why, he is your employee.

KENYANS ARISE! GET RID OF ALL THE CRAP!

And remember, we have a caveat. If an MP does something silly, we can remove him! Make sure you vote for someone you trust.

Its about time.

Enough of politics, let me get back to work.

*Over & Out*

Monday Rant!

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I’m thinking of starting a tradition. But am never good with those (even my written english can be oh so pathetic at times … pathetic… don think of Ian puleez!) so I won’t bother. But I have, haven’t I? Oh bear with me wont you!

Monday Blues! Most mondays are a drag for most people. Why? Lemme c how many reasons I can come up with.

  1. They had a blast over the weekend and now they’re hangied.
  2. They had a blast over the weekend and now they regret why Monday came to spoil it all.
  3. They had a nasty weekend and now they have to go to work.
  4. They had a really good weekend and woke up high spirited but then sijui some mat drama messed it all up.
  5. They had a nasty weekend then to top it all off they didn’t have power Monday morning, didn’t fua clothes, don’t have fresh clothes or underwear and woke up late! Daeng!

Basically, we go through these stuff every now and then and it doesn’t have to be Monday mornings but why the eff does it have to always happen on a Monday???

Anyway, so lemme rant some more… hence the title “Monday Rants”

Any lady out there bought them darn expensive and overly advertised Kiwi Smiling Feet? Amazing huh? NOT!! They’re pathetic! (ian what did u do to me!?) As in really!! Okay, I know the gel heel cushion will work because they just go underneath but the rest are just a rip off! Those strap thingys make ur shoe too tight, those heel liners don’t even stick… does any of their product work? Really? Am so so pissed! So so effing mad! (@gotissuez asked me to do this & there is a post there.)

My rant dismissed.

*Over & Out*

Who Likes Mondays?

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Quite a way to start a Monday eh?..

I hate complaining. Much like I hate arguing, pretenders, hypocrites, sycophants and other crazies. But sometimes complaining helps. Not on this one though, there is virtually nothing I can do about it.

My sitting position. I hate it. I hate it because its wide open to prying eyes. Now now, before anyone reprimands me for some “holier-than-thou” comments about bla bla bla, lemme give you my effing rant!

I sit at the corridor. Well, not quite the corridor, but its somewhat the same. I sit at a place where my comp screen faces the main corridor of the office. Now. Seated at my desk, people pass behind me. The door directly to my right leads to one boss. The door directly to my back-left is the exec’s office. The door right behind me is to my finance boss and then the door to my back-right is my direct bosses office! Now, picture this.

Every time each one of them come out of their offices, one of the first things they set their eyes on is my back, then most probably my comp screen. I am a multitasker. I have sijui how many tabs on both my browsers, and they include work-related stuff, I have other files and docs open too so…my tabs hapo chini are many. So if someone happens to pass and most of the time they find me on sijui facebook ama seesmic (which am sure they’re still tryna figure out what the hell it is I do there all the time!) and think “huyu anafanyanga kazi saa ngapi?” and a small part of that is the cause of this…but am not complaining.

You know what? Am tired of complaining. I shall say like what my friend said here, I don’t care. I shall do me. I shall be me. I shall do my best to complete tasks as required while do what I like doing. They have put no restrictions to browsing, personal blogs and to them, the freedom and open space is important for employees to show enthusiasm and zeal towards their work and also to show maturity in ensuring that while such amenities are available, it doesn’t stop them from performing; if anything, it should compliment, if not inspire.

And am done ranting for leo.

*Over and Out*

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Cha-Ukweli!

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addiction. cant fight it. dunno why donno how it just comes. its so annoying effing annoying. no wonder i say dont ask. DADT dont ask dont tell. no not that us thingy they have going on just my vomit of nonsense on this keyboard.

nina kazi. job. mob sana. but ebu ona kile nafanya saa hii.. kiwabore na upuzi…reminds me of that ad….

muache ushenzi……..mufanye uungwana…..

am nuts! when did i ever begin this? kweli? seriously? chaukweloh! na wacha nicomplain kidogo. am not getting votes! mschew…siringi…nafeel vibaya tu…..kidogo tu….naskia kajelooh! eeh ebu kwanza click here

click here and vote!! eeh vote for me for moi…ME I THINK nimewekwa hapo kwa “Action”….kwani umesoma hii ya nini? ppshh!

imagine dont hate me. am nice. am the nicest person ul ever meet. maybe kinda insane….as in kwani hujasoma? haha! halafu kama nimeweka strikethrough na haijatokea shida yako! nyinyi wordpress al sue ya a&#@#$ kabisa! am gonna sue. eeh. hiyo sijaweka

basicallly this is a boring crazy silly stupid way of wasting time for someone being paid effing shillings to use some bongolala and make the company some chumsr…eerrm….organisation some.,..err..what do we do again???

I am smarter than this!

na sasa ukitaka kuona photo credit angalia hapo down usome…eh…

byes byes

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Even Roses Have Thorns

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This is going to be short.

I am only human. Am I making apologies for that? No. But am I acknowledging the fact that I can make mistakes? Yes.

The reason I am making this post is to vent.

Definitions of vent on the Web:

  • give expression or utterance to; “She vented her anger”; “The graduates gave vent to cheers”

I am frustrated. And its not just me, my boss too. Why? I AM INNEFFICIENT! Yes. It may look all rosy on the outside, but enyewe I have no one to blame but ME! I don’t like negative words so I avoid them as much as I can. But at this point I am trying as much as possible to resist shouting to myself and hitting my head on the wall whilst saying “STUPID!! STUPID!! STUPID!!”.

I have no idea why I did this to myself and upto now I am still trying to figure it out.

Ok, so why am I inefficient? Here’s the thing. I was given like the umpteenth chance to redeem myself at work. And when I say umpteenth I do mean umpteenth!!! Probably my immediate superior will read this and wonder kwani what the hell I was doing when all those words were being hurled at me! Its a new position and I need to make it relevant. I am taking up stuff already being handled by others and God knows that isn’t easy. I am so frustrated and angry at myself. SO ANGRY. Yea yea, this is kinda public and kinda personal but hey…its me! This is whats happening. I am mad. Mad angry. And I haven’t the slightest clue how I am gonna fair the next coupla days! Huh!

Okay, I need to stop. We do have our crazy moments at times. This one is mine. And I am sharing it with the whole world. People who know me will now wonder if they knew me. Yes. I am innefficient. Yes. I am lazy. Yes. I am stupid. Yes. I am down. Yes, I am inexperienced. Then why the hell do I have this job? Why the hell do I still have YET ANOTHER CHANCE?????

Reason??? They see something in me. They see potential. They see my brilliance. They see my uniqueness. They see my smartness. You know what? This kinda reminds me of some episodes of America’s Next Top Model. Where Tyra and the rest of the judges would call up a girl on judging day and tell her how she’s so pretty and has all this potential yet she has nothing to show for it. I feel like those girls now. I feel inadequate. I feel horrible. No, don’t console me. I need to feel this. I have to. Its the only way I can get it through my head.

And me? Do I think I have potential? Yes! I do believe I am smart and I have what it takes. I am the one who suggested the position in the first place. I felt it. I have the passion for the organisation. Why doesn’t it show? I have no clue. Imagine that! What kind of a person am I? You must be thinking I am such an instable person. What kind of a mad woman goes in public and cries to the world her frustrations???? Sheesh!! yes. I do think I can do it. Why I am not reeeeallly doing it…now thats the question I need to go ask myself.

I plan to go home today and bang my head in the wall a few times. Maybe like 50 times. Maybe then my apparent brilliance will bounce back. No, I’m not mental. I am fine. Just need a wall and some space. Oh and bandages too. Those will come in handy. I am not laughing. I wish I could.

So why vent like this? Why now? My contract ends soon. I cannot forget those words.

You are butterfly. Pretty but does absolutely NOTHING.

Harsh? Yes, why not. Let it be this way. Let it even be more. I am stupid. I need theraypy. No, a few hundred bangs on the head might do the trick. Then pick me at Nairobi Hospital and I will be good to go.

Am I a fake? I claim to be brilliant. To be creative. To be smarter than I think. To be multi-talented. So many other things. Where is all this? Where is the proof? My former boss may say something about it, but now, come to think of it, maybe she cant. Maybe she was like “phew! Good riddance” when I quit.

I will get back on my feet. And I have to do it fast. I know I said this will be short. Yes, apparently I am a liar too.
But not to worry. Tomorrow is another day. I always believe that I don’t carry forward vents of the yester. Maybe thats a lie too.

Maybe not.

All I know is that at this moment in time. I just want to go home and bury my head in the sand. Maybe a pizza will cheer me up. I wish I had booked it in time. Or a cup of coffee I was offered by a friend. But I wouldnt be any good company at this state.
Bla bla bla. I have blabbered. This is me. This is the real me. I am naïve. I am young. I am learning. I know nothing. Don’t be fooled.

Even roses have thorns and fade away in days.

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