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		<title>Some Women are More Equal in Kenya &#8211; @BettyWaitherero</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Sep 2013 09:13:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Written by Betty Njoroge It’s amazing how much outrage insulting a prominent woman generates. In the past few weeks the number of conspicuous women who have been attacked by first equally conspicuous men and then later a Senator and lastly a Governor cause such uproar that you would imagine the feminist movement was alive and thriving in Kenya. If, in its most basic and simplest definition, feminism means that women are equally human as men; then some women apparently are more human than other women. A female politician barges into the Nairobi Governor’s office with protestors and during the confrontation, he slaps her. Instant OUTRAGE, #Kideromeltdown. Two days prior to that incident, the same female politician leads calls for Kenya to withdraw from the Rome Treaty and rants about how “Witnesses were coached” in complete disregard for the hundreds of  women who were victims of extreme violence including rape. Not a SQUEAK. On Thursday, house majority MPs went so far as to accuse civil society and the victims represented at the ICC of FRAUD. No one remembered that those victims also included women, who were brutalized and whose lives were destroyed. Maybe, it’s the fact she was slapped. Oh wait, [&#8230;]]]></description>
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		<title>Scars Into Stars – A Conversation with Ayuma Michelle (@ayumyum)</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Sep 2013 07:55:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My failed businesses had a purpose after all! Recently, I learned the positive side to all of my failed business projects in the past. My mother once looked at me as I cried, one failed business followed by another. I had done my research right. I had prepared a super business strategy; I had already contacted some business mentors. Yet still, my businesses did not pick up and failed in the end. I truly learned the art of trial and error with an extra baggage of frustration. But today, my mother&#8217;s words, &#8220;My dear child, don&#8217;t worry, one day all these things will make sense.&#8221; That &#8216;one day&#8217; was today! I met a young man on my way home who camped outside in the cold selling some warm snacks for passers-by. I was intrigued by his determination and the fact that he was the only vendor within vicinity who was actually standing up, waiting for customers. Other vendors had wrapped themselves in warm things as they curled themselves on their chairs waiting for clients. I&#8217;ve got the blood of a marketer so I simply gave-in to the young man for his commendable appeal. What I had planned to be a [&#8230;]]]></description>
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		<title>My Share of the Kenyan Pie &#8211; So @MagungaWilliams demands</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Sep 2013 06:51:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[If money talks as they say, then in the country that I live in, it speaks rather eloquently. The only language that we are accustomed to understanding is the kind that leaves you with a share of the Kenyan pie. For the four or so decades that we have been independent, the barter of favours for money has been the charm of our nation. We sometimes like to kid ourselves that the founding fathers of our free country were saints. We have composed songs of praise and valour for freedom, but we fail to remember that real heroes do not reward themselves. But ours did- took their lion share of the Kenyan pie and left the rest of the country for dead- dying and desolate. So from the very onset, corruption and greed have been the principles that my country was founded on; and to date, these principles have been counted on by those who assume any form of power. Whoever comes in next picks up the torch and follow in the same footsteps. I live in a country in which basic amenities are auctioned to the highest bidder; and the sad part is that there is very little I [&#8230;]]]></description>
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		<title>Marriage &#8211; The Kenyan Way [A Conversation with @bettywaitherero]</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Aug 2013 09:04:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It’s every girls’ socialization; grow up get married have a family, have status. One lady in Mombasa took this goal to the next level – she got married, was sadly widowed and then she got married again, to two men. Turns out, they were both determined to maintain their relationship with her even after discovering their rivalry and agreed on contract to share her as a wife. Unfortunately, one of them talked to the media about it and his part of the deal was promptly cancelled, as she chased him away. Speaking of the Coast, I have a doctor friend who works there. She tells me how the women will come to the hospital having been in labor 3 days at home and desperately needing a caesarian section and will not consent to the procedure until “Mwenye” says it’s all right. Who is “Mwenye”? Why the guy who paid a couple of goats for you of course! Johann Ludwig Krapf is forever credited with making the Swahili language more superfluous in the mid 19th century, but I am quite sure he never anticipated this sort of linguistic evolution of terms. Whereas the Swahili proper term for “Husband” is interpreted as [&#8230;]]]></description>
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		<title>W.S.I the new old STD on the block</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Aug 2013 07:05:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Written by Betty Njoroge W.S.I – (abbreviation) “Willfully Sexually Ignorant, a state of deliberately ignoring sex education and yet being sexually active; knowing off sex education but ignoring it.” Every Friday night they are on twitter, on facebook, busy sex-chatting the explicit and the vulgar. On the bright side, they are on social media so the chances of them actually DOING what they are talking about are reduced; on the dark side, the blatant ignorance they display which they actually practice. In 2002, then President Mwai Kibaki declared free primary education and 1 million kids went to school within the first few weeks. Then came the nationwide anti-HIV campaign, led by the president himself that resulted in “sex education” being introduced as part of the curriculum. So our little kids were told of the evils of sex outside marriage and about the reproductive cycles and the “education” stopped way short of how to take preventive measures. Well, the ABCs were mentioned: Abstinence, Be faithful and Use a condom, but no one was going to demonstrate HOW to use condoms. Never mind, we said, they were children in primary school and don’t need to know how to use contraceptives. The religious [&#8230;]]]></description>
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		<title>Till We Do Meet &#8211; A Letter to an Old Love from @azizmola</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Aug 2013 12:28:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dear Abi,  There are two kinds of people in the world. Those driven by hope and those driven by fear. With these there are failures and there are those who succeed. You either escape the fear or achieve your hope. To both these are measures of success. I for one walk the fine line between the two. Whether fence sitting will be considered a virtue in this circumstance, remains for the eyes of the beholder. For in my battle to find meaning there is beauty defined in the blurred lines. As they say, all is fair in love and war, but what is just to a heart that does not find love.  I hope you read this. Though we are yet to meet. I hope in between the lines you read the undertone of lovemaking in a sea of emotions, surfing on the waves of passion, attraction and pure instinct. At the end of this letter let there not be a fullstop but a comma. Symbolism to the yet to be written when we do meet.  I fear that you may have found someone else. He who looks at you like sunrise, your skin next to his like rays boiling [&#8230;]]]></description>
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		<title>My Brief Love Affair with Nairobi Street Book Stalls &#8211; Part II</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Aug 2013 12:07:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Written by Kenne Mwikya Cruising for books, I find, is like cruising for sex, criminal sex, bad-for-society sex, dangerous sex in which anything goes. As I stated earlier, it involves the rupture of obliviousness. Walking along a street once, out of sync with your normal routine, you find something you never imagined existed. You like this thing and you stop to acknowledge its existence, indulging your desire and possibly making a point to include it in your routine or at least letting it pleasurably disrupt your plans. If you’re really invested in this new found thing (oh god, all those cruising buddies reduced to “its” and “things”!), you decide to ensure that your experience of it lasts as long as possible. Walking from my campus in Parklands to the Central Bus Station all the way to Hakati Lane often found me along the busy Tom Mboya St in the evenings where I made contact with stalls that sold books of a greater variety for a price lower than what I had been “used to” from the Hakati Lane bookstall. Tom Mboya St has about ten stalls interspersed along it from as far as outside the Arkland Palace Hotel building (home [&#8230;]]]></description>
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		<title>The Lonely War In Kenya</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Aug 2013 07:35:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My opinion is that poaching in Kenya is a great result of corruption in our government. I totally support the fact that Hands off our Elephants is a great campaign to address this matter but my worry is that this time it’s our elephants; next time, it might be our lions, then perhaps our flamingos which are already facing a population crisis. Or perhaps our forest covers which continue to be echoed by the late Wangari Maathai’s Green Belt Movement. I say “I will not cry over elephants”, not because I don’t care about our elephants but because crying and worrying are emotional reactions to a situation that I feel is caused by our very own leaders. Yes! There is no way that all that ivory keeps escaping our borders without even one of our leaders knowing about it, leave alone blowing a whistle. Our rangers can’t be out there risking their lives to fight poachers yet our leaders are part of the problem! This is the main reason behind my loud rant and I am glad that I have stepped on a few toes to make people speak up even in the social networks. The problem isn’t just the [&#8230;]]]></description>
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