Monday, July 09, 2007

0 Road trip


I have returned from Tanzania, and this time surprisingly I really enjoyed myself.

We decided to drive instead of flying the usual way as there have been alot of delays reaching over 5 hours by the only airline that flies between Mombasa and Daresalam. The drive was pleasant :) I loved it!

One thing I learnt was how road drivers communicate with an upcoming vehicle to ask of any police nearby. lol. They flash once. If a police is not present nearby then wave, if he is, then some hand action is done which I did not see properly lol.

Near Daresalam, a man stood in the middle of the highway, at first we thought he was probably a maniac, on reaching nearer he moved to the edge of the road and we realised he was trying to make sale of the maize corn in his hand.

Anyways more on Tz later lol.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

0 Tamu Mdomoni

Tamu Mdomoni * Sweetness in the mouth
Raha Moyoni * happiness in the heart
Shillingi Mkononi * Shillings in the hand
Something I came across today at Mubins (one of the best in Mombasa for Nyama choma/grilled meat/mishkaki) :)

Thursday, June 14, 2007

2 Kiosk


I was born by the name Atich
Christianized and called Grace
My husband Njoroge
Was called John
We were happy

Obtained a license for setting up a kiosk
Freshi was its name
Chai, chevro, sodas and sweets
Were just a few things we sold
We were happy

A girl,
Followed by a boy
I gave birth to
Our customers loved them
We were happy

My children began school
Enjoyed it they immensely
Accessories they also needed
We worked long to keep up their demands
We were still happy

Now Kapuki and Wajaro are in university
My husband and I have tired ourselves
Just four more years of struggle
The children will soon be on their feet
We are still happy

My daughter dreams,
Of becoming a teacher
She yearns
To train future leaders
My son dreams,
Of becoming a doctor,
Opening his clinic
Is his aspiration


The media spreads disturbing images
Of a clash with a shop owner and kiosk
Awareness is raised
All kiosks are automatically termed bad
We try to be happy

Now we must be careful
For we are under prying eyes
We live in fear
Of being incapable to fulfill the dreams of our dear ones
We struggle to be happy

Those askaris, they harass us
Do they not understand?
This is not a crime
It is the only form of living we have known
It is difficult to be happy

The sun rises
what a beautiful day
We go to work
But there is no work
We are no longer happy

They have come,
With their pangas and bulldozers
Destroyed our kiosk
Destroyed our life
We are sad

My son cannot complete his studies
Neither can my daughter
They have dropped out
And instead are doing odd jobs


We sit here on Mama Ngina Street,
Selling what we have at home,
Whilst the bruises from the beatings
Are still visible,
We are torn apart

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

0 Tonight's sky from Mombasa

Friday, June 01, 2007

6 Madaraka day

I was going through my picture archives, and came across this photo.It was taken in February 2004, at the House of Hope. It is a school in Mtwapa a few kilometers north of Mombasa which provides education for 300 children from poor families.

In 2004 I went there with a group whose aim is to help the less fortunate. The group organised a fun day for them and provided them with a few necessities such as school books, pens etc. All the children were so lovely. They organised a play for us in swahili which was excellent. What was even more appealing was the sound effects they created using their voices, one particulary of note was of the creaking door.One of the teachers read us some poetry and finally they sang traditional songs and performed a few dances. lol.

Lunch was then served. A lady from the US told me that in her time that she spent there, she had not seen them drink milk. The children would normally get water and maharagwe (red beans) daily. It was really sad.

Anyways today is Madaraka day! The first National holiday of Kenya. In 1963 today was the first time the flag was raised and the anthem recited. This is the day when the heroes like Tom Mboya, Dedan Kimathi, Jomo Kenyatta, Harry Thuku and other Mau Mau freedom fighters struggled against the chains of colonialism. Today is the day to recall the lives that were lost and the sacrifices that were made, so that Kenya could be free.

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

6 Invisible

I cannot be seen,

neither can I be perceived,

Nobody knows where I've been,

I can make you feel deceived,

I am undetected

to the eyes,

I do not feel rejected,

and these are not lies,

for I am Invisible

and not visible

( To read pls highlight lol )

Friday, May 25, 2007

0 Mombasa: An aerial perspective

Last year after coming to terms with the features of Google Earth, I entered Mombasa, hoping to see it from up above. The search was worthless, no results were found :(

I ended up entering places such as my university-to-be and areas I wanted to visit in the United Kingdom.

Now that exams are over, and with the little free time I have, I found myself on Google Earth all over again. This time the search for Mombasa proved fruitful. Found a few places of interest:

The famous tusks built to commemorate the visit of Queen Elizabeth to Mombasa


TSS (Tallest building in Mombasa) and the bustling area of Mombasa


The lighhouse strip


Actual Lighthouse

The ferry-link between South-coast and Mombasa




Sunday, May 20, 2007

4 178 days





In the land of the British,
I have ruined my english,
178 days in London,
178 slang words learnt,

The English I spoke, is
no longer the english I speak,
What I speak now, is
what I would have called slanglish





*An exgerated poem I made up after learning some 3 words! lol

Thursday, May 17, 2007

3 Free...!


I feel free,

Like a bird,
soaring high
in the fractional sky,

Like a fish,
swimming deep
in an infinite ocean,

Like a stray cat,
ambling
on an endless road,

Numerical nightmares,
mathematical thoughts,
are just illusions

Stress,
is of the past,
though I speculate
it will be back

But for now,
I have to sieze the moment,

Feel the warmth of the sun,
after the cold winter,

Appreciate the flowers
that are now prevalent,

Smell the earth,
after a rainfall,

And smile,
because it's just begun!

Saturday, April 28, 2007

0 Euripides


“Judge a tree from its fruit, not from its leaves

Euripides

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

0 The irony of racial discrimination

Author:unknown
When I born, I Black,
When I grow up, I Black,
When I go in Sun, I Black,
When I scared, I Black,
When I sick, I Black,
And when I die, I still black.

And you White fella,
When you born, you Pink,
When you grow up, you White,
When you go in Sun, you Red,
When you cold, you Blue,
When you scared, you Yellow,
When you sick, you Green,
And when you die, you Gray.
And you calling me Colored?

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

0 Africa Addio

I watched Africa Addio (farewell Africa) yesterday, a documentary made in 1966 by 2 Italian men.

The link is: http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-5855323615829365487

It begins with showing scenes from the uhuru(freedom) days in Kenya. Shows us the trial of Njoroge kamau who I believe supported the military campaign against his fellow kikuyu.

Then goes on describing what a popular sport fox hunting was during the times of colonial impearilism. Since no foxes existed in Africa, a blackman had to drag a piece of meat behind him to leave the scent for the dogs.

It illustrated some instances of poaching. It showed how to get your hands on a baby elephant, i.e provoke the mother, draw her away from her baby, and give her illusion of reaching you, soon she'l be far from her baby and unable to defend it. The slaughtering of animals(gazelles and elephants) in this film is no doubt horrifying.

In 1964 John Okello along with his men overthrew the sultan of zanzibar-Jamshid Bin Adbulla. Many lives were lost in a single night and several people fled the Island. The narrator claims that this is the only existing footage between January 18 and 20, 1964.

In 1964 the bantu(hutu) massacred the watusi(tutsi) in Rwanda and fleed to the Ugandan border. On the banks of the river kwoni amputated hands were found, whilst the river Kagera washed the corpses downstream.

During the Tanganyika rebellion the corpses were lined outside the mortuaries as they were full. We see vultures waiting nearby. Some rebels chase a man in Daresalam, he jumps off a seawall only to be drowned later on by them.

It also mentioned the Simba rebellion and showed their defeat by the Congolese and White mercenaries.

Overall it was depicted really well, though not a film for the faint at heart!

Sunday, March 25, 2007

3 Prayer


Some muslim girls were looking for a place to pray, and stopped to ask a restaurant owner. While the owner shuffled through his mind a little girl sitting there came up to them and said 'I know a place, go round the corner and there's a church'

Prolly the nicest thing that happened to us today :)

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

2 Oxford 2007

About 2 weeks back I visited the lovely town of Oxford :)
With its old buildings and narrow streets it somehow seemed like 'The zanzibar of Britain'

Below are the pictures:



The High street

The Radcliffe Camera

From inside the Bodleian Library
And probably the highlight of my trip. They had an exhibition called 'The flower garden of spring-paintings from Mughal India' The collection (from around 1560 to 1800) was marvelous and the paintings featured characters such as Layla and Majnun, Ashtar and Jayyida, Sohni and mahinval, Shah Jahan, Akbar and others which I cannot recall.


Wednesday, March 14, 2007

6 Did you leave your soul back in Mombasa?

An e-mail i received
Adapted from "Paradise Lost" by Prof. Yusuf Kassam*


I left Mombasa, island of raha (hapiness),
To emigrate to America, land of opportunity.

Forsook the tropical sun
For cold frigid weather.
Left behind the warm ocean breeze
For the windchill of winter.

Abandoned white pristine beaches
For brown muddy shores.
Turned away from a turquoise ocean
For polluted lakes.

Gave up mangoes, papaya, mabuyu, achari and sunflower
For processed apples, pears, peaches and cherries.
Gave up white snapper and king fish
For boxed cod and sole.

Gave up mishkaki, nyama choma mahambri and bharazi
For cereal, bagels,cheese, and salads
Gave up drinking coconut water straight from the coconut

And settled for bottled water.

Left behind the street coffee seller
For the office coffee pot.
Left behind the exotic fragrance of phapa and langi langi

For the pungent smell of sulfuric emissions.

Deprived of hearing the call to prayer
For the sound of police and fire sirens.
Deprived of seeing women clad in mysterious black buibui
For women dressed in jeans and miniskirts.

Deserted a slow relaxed pace of life
For the fast lane.
Gave up afternoon naps
For gym workouts.

Gave up riding a bicycle through the narrow streets
For driving a car on the highways.
Discontinued a course on the coral marine life
For a course in stress management.

Discarded mud and thatched dwellings
For concrete and steel.
Left behind a community-based life
For a human zoo.

It makes me wonder
If I have also left my soul behind in Mombasa?


*http://www.dantan.dk/kumekucha/kultur-paradise.htm
First Picture: Narrow Alley in the post from
Dec 22
Second Picture: Chini club, near fort Jesus

Thursday, March 01, 2007

0 Time capsule


I've always wondered how to send messages to the future, this website though probably not the best answers my question..

http://www.bored.com/emailcapsules/

Thursday, February 08, 2007

7 We skipped uni to..

....make the muslim snow-woman :D

The snow-woman was made by Sabiha & Sayyeda at 15.23 hrs :D

Saturday, February 03, 2007

0 Complex Numbers

Last week I had to give a presentation for calculus on any topic we'd covered.. The one I gave on : Complex numbers. I first came across complex numbers in Vikram Seth's 'A suitable boy', just before Lata meets Kabir. We were allowed any sort of presentation, I chose powerpoint. lol.. my reasons:

1) Can give more attention to the audience
2) Not much work to do during the presentation.
3) fun :D yessss!

So anyways the presentation went really well, Everyone else gave excellent presentations. In the beginning I was nervous, and could feel a slight change in my voice, however towards the end I was beginning to enjoy it.

Now abit on complex numbers...

A question goes like this:


If the square root of +1 is both +1 and -1, then what is the square root of -1?

13th century mathematicians would have no answer for this insead they would raise their hands skywards and pray for divine intervention.

But then everything changed, in 1527 an italian mathematician-Rafael Bombelli defined imaginary numbers, √-1 (the square root of -1) is i. i is an imaginary number.

A complex number is a combination of a real* and imaginary number. It is in the form a+ib.


*The real numbers include both rational numbers, such as 35 and −2/129, and irrational numbers, such as π and the square root of 2

Monday, January 22, 2007

7 Sea life

Photos taken from the National Sea Life Center in Birmingham:




The orange rock is actually a fish :) lol.. though it looks really obvious from the picture. In reality it was really hard to vision it as one.











Date: November 2006

Saturday, December 30, 2006

1 Eid mubarak


Nearly every year, before Eid ul adha, my couzins & I visit the goat market. Well it's not really called that and I haven't the slightest idea as to what it might be called. It's basically some poorly constructed sheds on a roadside with goats more than one could possibly fit.

Last night we saw all the different ways goats were transported. Some in pick up trucks, some at the back of cars whilst some were mercilessly dragged. One (which I thought was rather cute) was carried by a man over his sholder. And finally something that amused all of us.. One was being transported in a tuk-tuk! :)


Eid Mubarak!

Friday, December 29, 2006

2 Syrian Pictures


Umayyad Mosque





The Euphrates

Saturday, December 23, 2006

5 How Scissor Sisters killed mother's Kenyan lover

Story by REUBEN KYAMA and AGENCIES
Publication Date: 12/17/2006


Thirty-eight-year-old Farah Swaleh Noor left Kenya in the early 1990s and settled in Ireland in 1996 after siring a child with an Irish woman.

Sometime in 2003, Noor got involved with 51-year-old Kathleen Mulhall, a married woman. She left her husband, a bricklayer with a company in Dublin and her four children, all in their late teens or early adulthood. On March 20 last year, Noor, Kathleen and her two daughters, 24-year-old Charlotte, and Linda, 31, spent the day drinking in different bars in Dublin's city centre. The women were also popping ecstasy pills, popularly used in clubs and parties to keep one dancing without getting tired. They make people to see or hear things that do not exist.

Noor and the three women returned to Kathleen's house where they continued drinking. At some point as they were drinking, Kathleen reportedly crushed one of the ecstasy tablets and added it into Noor's drink without his knowledge.

She and Noor had an argument. Noor began fondling Linda and whispered something dirty in her ear. He was also threatening her mother.

Charlotte, who had been telling Noor to get his hands off her sister, picked up a box-cutter and cut his throat. As he staggered through a bedroom door, hitting his head on a bunk, she then hit him repeatedly on the head with a hammer while Linda stabbed him.
22 stab wounds

Noor received 22 stab wounds and had injuries to his internal organs, including the heart, liver, stomach and bladder. When he was dead, it took the sisters five hours to chop off his head, arms, legs and penis in the bathroom. Linda took the top half of the body into the shower and ran the water while she sawed the head, hacking away until it separated from the torso. Less than two feet away, Charlotte used a hammer and knives to cut Noor's legs.
The sisters put most of the body parts – seven in all – into bags which were later dumped in a river canal during several trips. Linda told the police that she put Noor's head in her son's schoolbag and, after kissing the satchel and saying a prayer, left it in a field in a south west Dublin suburb where the sisters lived.

It is unclear from the evidence heard in the murder trial where Kathleen Mulhall was or what she was doing all those hours while her firstborn child, Linda, was in the shower chipping away at the dead man's body with a hammer and her second-youngest child, Charlotte, sitting on the toilet seat, was using a kitchen knife to saw off Noor's legs.

The killing came to police notice only after Noor's leg, with a sock on the end, was seen floating in Dublin's Royal Canal 10 days after the attack at Kathleen Mulhall's flat. Police divers retrieved most of the rest of his body in seven parts. Noor's head and penis were never recovered.

When Noor's dismembered body was found last year, it took a number of months before he was initially identified through DNA testing with a son. Despite extensive searches by the police over the last 12 months, Noor's head has not been found.

In August last year, Kathleen and the husband she had left for Noor, John Mulhall, were arrested by police in relation to the killing. They were both released without charge. However, their two daughters were held and charged with Noor's murder. They were arrested after Linda contacted investigating officers admitting her involvement in Noor's death.

John Mulhall, unable to bear what had happened to his family, hanged himself from a tree in a public park. The two sisters who the Irish media had christened the Scissor Sisters after an American pop group denied murder charges.

Cutting his throat Initially, Charlotte told the police that she and Linda had been drinking "all over town" from 10pm until five or six o'clock in the morning and came home to find their mother covered in blood. Charlotte said that, at first, she thought her mother had been assaulted by Noor but that her mother had said she killed him with a hammer and by cutting his throat before chopping up his body.

Subsequently, at various times during the trial, the sisters insisted their mother was not involved in the killing but they also told officers that their mother kept urging them on. Charlotte told officers: Ma kept saying to me and Linda, 'Please just kill him for me.' "Then she got the hammer and the knife and she gave them to me and Linda but he wouldn't let Linda go so I cut him on the neck."

In March this year, Noor was buried at a Dublin cemetery following a service attended by about 40 of his friends. Last week, while sentencing the women, Mr Justice Paul Carney said the case was the "most grotesque killings" that had occurred within his professional lifetime.
Linda was sentenced to 15 years imprisonment while Charlotte will spend the rest of her life in prison for the murder of Noor. Linda's four children have been taken into foster care while a child born to Charlotte while she was on bail awaiting trial for murder is expected to be allowed to live with her mother in the women's prison until the child reaches the age of 18 months. The child is now eight months old.

Noor's mother, Samoea Swaleh Noor, reportedly welcomed the news of the Mulhall sisters' convictions. Mrs Noor, who could not afford to travel to Ireland to hear the details of her 38-year-old son's killing, said that she can finally find some peace.

Kathleen Mulhall who is described as "a very malign influence" on her family, never appeared at her daughters' murder trial. She is now being sought by Interpol after she fled Ireland and is suspected to have fled to Britain.

Source: http://www.nationmedia.com

Friday, December 22, 2006

5 Mission Mbarazi!

Last night my 2 little cousins and I decided that we would go look for mahamri and mbarazi early in the morning. I've been wanting to have it ever since I came back. Furqan's friend said he'll meet him at 8.30 outside Fort Jesus to show us the exact location of where the best kind is sold.

At 7.00 am Maisam came to wake me up, he's only 8. lol. He said 'I woke up at 6.40'. He always prides on waking up early. We decided to go to the cementary with the few minutes we still had. 8.30 and we were still there, Furqan's friend called, and we had to rush to Fort jesus.

As I drove through the narrow alleys of old town, we saw a huge truck heading towards us. With my terrible reverse skills, I tried all sorts of ways to move the car at the total edge of the road. Finally the truck passed but was only an inch away from our car. It was a wanting-to-close my eyes moment.. lol

9.00 a.m still no mbarazi. Furqan and his friend got out and set on foot for mission mbarazi. I saw them go from one shop to another, each time shaking their heads. Finally we decided to let go.. hopefully we plan on getting some tomorrow Inshallah.

(I have a picture of the narow alley somwhere around, Will post it IF I manage to find it)

*The picture (Pigeon peas in coconut sereved with mahamri) is from a book 'A Taste of Zanzibar - chakula kizuri(which means 'good food' in swahili)' by Zarina Jafferji. This Photo's either by Javed Jafferji or Philip Waterman.Page 54.

Saturday, December 09, 2006

9 Selected photos from Birmingham..

Bullring:

A church nearby:

Krispy Kreme Doughnuts: