<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871</id><updated>2012-01-07T19:31:01.645Z</updated><category term='Psalms 19...There is no speech nor language'/><title type='text'>BSR</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>375</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-143317322433869804</id><published>2012-01-07T19:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-07T19:31:01.653Z</updated><title type='text'>Why Can't They Stay on Their Side of the Fence?</title><summary type='text'>"'Serious'The BBC's security correspondent Frank Gardner said UK government officialshave said "a serious and credible terrorist plot" was disrupted in Kenya. Headded that the targets were most likely to have been Western.He said one of the people arrested was a British national.The BBC's world affairs correspondent Caroline Hawley said the ForeignOffice's update followed a warning, two days ago,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/143317322433869804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/143317322433869804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-cant-they-stay-on-their-side-of.html' title='Why Can&apos;t They Stay on Their Side of the Fence?'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-5211123298334769526</id><published>2012-01-04T23:50:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-05T00:01:22.270Z</updated><title type='text'>The Joys of New Year Gifts</title><summary type='text'>Staying up late to try and find out all one can about a new camera, PC, phone or laptop can be draining in the end. Had my boss not been so smart, I would call and say I need time-out to learn a new skill- operating this in order to be as tuned in as everyone else in class. I say! Long live Christmas and New Year gifts, and the hangover that follows days of concentrating in order to get the hang </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/5211123298334769526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/5211123298334769526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2012/01/joys-of-new-year-gifts.html' title='The Joys of New Year Gifts'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-4276177017580144858</id><published>2011-12-29T19:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-29T19:19:07.075Z</updated><title type='text'>Flying Royally Into the Blue Skies</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/4276177017580144858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/4276177017580144858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/12/flying-royally-into-blue-skies.html' title='Flying Royally Into the Blue Skies'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5FrdTE0lBfQ/Tvy8_8DTIEI/AAAAAAAAAw0/uISTppV6sgY/s72-c/Flying%2BRoyal%2Binto%2Bthe%2BBlue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-7021359067096299922</id><published>2011-11-21T13:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-21T13:55:15.044Z</updated><title type='text'>Kenny Rogers</title><summary type='text'>Through the years, Kenny has been a musical inspiration to me and I just realised how we sometimes assume someone's gonna be there doing what we expect them to do always. Last night, I read a passage in a book about doing something with one's life that will outlive them and thought, that's it! Not only does procreation extend us but the life created outlives us (in most cases). But also things </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/7021359067096299922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/7021359067096299922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/11/kenny-rogers.html' title='Kenny Rogers'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-9207607410962715677</id><published>2011-10-30T17:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-10-30T17:28:37.017Z</updated><title type='text'>Hard Work Rewarded</title><summary type='text'>Kipsang Woyee!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/9207607410962715677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/9207607410962715677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/10/hard-work-rewarded.html' title='Hard Work Rewarded'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DBXIILhmY7g/Tq2JH6gKgaI/AAAAAAAAAwg/cZtMkl7w2o8/s72-c/Kipsang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-4403800243921973856</id><published>2011-10-30T17:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-10-30T17:11:01.646Z</updated><title type='text'>TAI</title><summary type='text'>Tai, the Swahili word for Eagle may sound like the neck tie but how far apart they are in meaning. The Bible also in its account of how man was made says that he was made in the likeness of God but also that "As far as the heavens are from the earth, so are God's thoughts and ways from ours." Isaiah 55:9.And that is considering that we are actually made in His image and has His Spirit within us.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/4403800243921973856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/4403800243921973856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/10/tai.html' title='TAI'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4rCnPfpaMQo/Tq2DtsRxh1I/AAAAAAAAAwU/SoceP0ofj80/s72-c/I%2Bbelieve%2BI%2Bcan%2Bfly%2Bkama%2BTai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-5775171112562808223</id><published>2011-10-19T21:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T22:17:28.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'>One Jew for All</title><summary type='text'>Gilad Shalit's capture and release is a lesson higher in meaning than the army role he played. Once again, the world, both Jew and Gentile, is reminded of one man's sacrifice and the beauty and pain that accompanied that life. Shalit is not unlike Jesus Christ the Son of the Most High God, although the former is a mere man. As a Jew, Jesus was sent into service for His country and His people. He </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/5775171112562808223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/5775171112562808223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-jew-for-all.html' title='One Jew for All'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FA3j4eqddSs/Tp83tBSF4xI/AAAAAAAAAwA/iC6QoNSF-Dg/s72-c/RomanichildrenAuschwitz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-1229437980092481118</id><published>2011-10-16T00:40:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T01:05:54.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Now Good Enough?</title><summary type='text'>Kenya has FINALLY declared war on Somalia's Al Shabaab. After all these time, one is made to wonder what the country's government had been waiting for. They knew this was going to happen- that those hasslers would try to make Kenya and the whole region as unstable as they have made their own country. Aiding Somalia to feed their hungry women and children was just one of the ways in which the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/1229437980092481118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/1229437980092481118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/10/is-now-good-enough.html' title='Is Now Good Enough?'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-4544905419854106831</id><published>2011-10-02T15:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T15:58:24.814+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Its hot but not sticky</title><summary type='text'>God, I miss Tara! And boy, isn't it hard to sit in the house- London is baking hot. Fortunately, it is not about to rain like we've never seen before. I hope it doesn't.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/4544905419854106831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/4544905419854106831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-hot-but-not-sticky.html' title='Its hot but not sticky'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NvZlGzjyseQ/Toh7p810V_I/AAAAAAAAAv4/Sy6JEgt4EUE/s72-c/Its%2Bnot%2Bsticky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-6538761346430661192</id><published>2011-10-01T23:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T23:29:29.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Prisoners Arrested After Inmate Found Dead</title><summary type='text'>"Prisoners Arrested"- that alone makes me laugh. It is sad that someone died though.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/6538761346430661192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/6538761346430661192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/10/prisoners-arrested-after-inmate-found.html' title='Prisoners Arrested After Inmate Found Dead'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-2162737622260336807</id><published>2011-09-26T11:35:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T12:04:06.629+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest in Peace Mama Kenya</title><summary type='text'>An irreplaceable loss, Wangari Muta Maathai was one among millions and it sure is a great blow to Kenya and the world to not still benefit from her wisdom and pioneering spirit. I know Gordon Brown will feel the pain of losing Wangari to cancer. I pray that her noble work lives on.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/2162737622260336807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/2162737622260336807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/09/rest-in-peace-mama-kenya.html' title='Rest in Peace Mama Kenya'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h1Db08UwXoI/ToBaYonC-OI/AAAAAAAAAvg/xj6Jarcz5f4/s72-c/dnwangarimaathai2609h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-1781739231208294296</id><published>2011-09-20T19:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T19:11:52.061+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Made Down</title><summary type='text'>Bad hair day is standard and possible for both men and women while make-up-that's-not right-days can be avoided. Black on its own is beautiful. It gets into trouble when attempts at diluting it are rooted in bad judgement and where necessity and ignorance swap places.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/1781739231208294296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/1781739231208294296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/09/made-down.html' title='Made Down'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wMh2j5JBPCc/TnjWNsUQHLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Jt79zq3zAX4/s72-c/Make%2Bup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-2964557795246011094</id><published>2011-09-11T17:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T18:20:01.127+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kidnapping and Killing of British Couple</title><summary type='text'>The story's headline provokes sadness. Sympathy for, hoping she is still alive, the frightened woman whose husband was shot dead in her presence and the ordeal that followed her capture. But in all the theories that are circulating, non can be so correct as to rectify the wrong done, the damage to the couple - a life was taken, nor the impact on Kenya's tourism or government's face. It also </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/2964557795246011094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/2964557795246011094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/09/kidnapping-and-killing-of-british.html' title='Kidnapping and Killing of British Couple'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Bd8OxA5iag/TmznTqT06DI/AAAAAAAAAvI/N9sQvHHn8zs/s72-c/beach_1994306c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-4364268651374496903</id><published>2011-09-07T16:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T17:07:56.734+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Loss</title><summary type='text'>It goes beyond belief when one hears of a disaster such as the loss of lives of the Ice-hockey team from Russia. No one expects their loved ones to not go for a match or go and not come back safe. No one practices for a tournament thinking that they may actually never get to face their sporting rival. And when it does happen mid-air or elsehow, it shakes the ground around those whose lives have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/4364268651374496903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/4364268651374496903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/09/loss.html' title='Loss'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-8740574399548519636</id><published>2011-09-06T19:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T19:32:55.721+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Wise Girls</title><summary type='text'>Three wise girls,Three wise girls,See how they runSee how they runThey all run after the silver and goldAnd take home the glory for Kenya the landThe three wise girlsThree wise girls.Whenever things take a triangular course, get ready for something else to take flight. The visit to the manger for Jesus' birth celebration was done by three wise men from the East and boy, wasn't history made. In </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/8740574399548519636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/8740574399548519636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/09/three-wise-girls.html' title='Three Wise Girls'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HtRSnF0S4yk/TmZg9MEhlUI/AAAAAAAAAvA/Tyex7_czSag/s72-c/Kenyan%2BGirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-6039885885313232836</id><published>2011-09-06T18:52:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T19:04:21.190+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambassadors of the East of A</title><summary type='text'>Part of the world-beating &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;Kenya troupe to the World Championships to Daegu, South Korea jetted back to the country Tuesday to a warm welcome by Kenyans led by Vice President Kalonzo Musyoka.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;Mr. Musyoka commended the team's patriotism, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/6039885885313232836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/6039885885313232836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/09/ambassadors-of-east.html' title='Ambassadors of the East of A'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-egHiayRgW7A/TmZgPs4W5dI/AAAAAAAAAu4/0NwijIlWLc8/s72-c/abel-kirui-daegu-good.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-2284595138763967326</id><published>2011-09-02T18:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T18:15:22.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavens Declare Your Glory</title><summary type='text'>Make a sound unto the Lord most high. It is a new day, its a new month its everything that makes the blowing of horns such a beauty.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/2284595138763967326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/2284595138763967326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/09/heavens-declare-your-glory.html' title='Heavens Declare Your Glory'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Y9chFMsi2Q/TmEOO-QYVDI/AAAAAAAAAug/hBwipwv2Ubs/s72-c/Shofar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-2042583450275399853</id><published>2011-08-30T11:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T11:39:19.962+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonders Never Cease</title><summary type='text'>From the days of Samson, Delilah's lover boy, to those of King David of Israel, circumcision has played a major role in the news of the world. I just remembered that Simon and Levi used it to kill all the men from a people whose son was the first recorded rapist.About it: If the Bible sees it a certain way, I agree with it. But is the circumcision of old men for whatever the reason safe? In</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/2042583450275399853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/2042583450275399853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/08/wonders-never-cease.html' title='Wonders Never Cease'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrjloyps50Q/Tly8BxLhnNI/AAAAAAAAAuY/9wWCxh-8210/s72-c/Cut%2Bthem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-1420139243132483511</id><published>2011-08-28T13:39:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T13:53:43.224+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A tumble not a fall</title><summary type='text'> World Athletics Championships 2011: Edna Kiplagat survives fall to win women's marathon and lead Kenyan &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;1-2-3 in Daegu. Kenyan Edna Kiplagat has become the first champion of the 13th World Athletics Championships here in Daegu, in dramatic fashion, after recovering resourcefully from a tumble in the marathon." The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/1420139243132483511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/1420139243132483511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/08/tumble-not-fall.html' title='A tumble not a fall'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iucwo8Z7a88/Tlo4eyfC8JI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/vCvv1QvII3I/s72-c/A%2Btumble%2Bnot%2Ba%2Bfall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-8539426449490443363</id><published>2011-08-16T21:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T23:12:02.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'>About Being Black</title><summary type='text'>As opposed to being a Chav that is not anywhere near violent, cheat, daylight robber and oppressor of the weak, as David Starkey would want us to believe regarding the cause of the violent side of Britain that was evident in the last two weeks in the land of Nice and Lovely. Here, all white was also gleaming with mercy and uprightness in the sight of God and man before the Blacks invaded it, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/8539426449490443363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/8539426449490443363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/08/about-being-black.html' title='About Being Black'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-1594421354118402161</id><published>2011-07-22T18:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T18:24:04.594+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight on Israel</title><summary type='text'>"Israeli Prime Minister Binyamin Netanyahu addressed the session (CUFI) via satellite from Jerusalem. Greeted with over 10 minutes of applause and enthusiastic cheers, Mr. Netanyahu extended his appreciation to those Christian supporters of Israel who have the “courage to stand up and speak the truth.”Drawing the largest applause was Netanyahu’s reference to the biblical connection of the Jewish </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/1594421354118402161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/1594421354118402161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/07/fight-on-israel.html' title='Fight on Israel'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-4112780010286767822</id><published>2011-07-15T13:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T13:24:12.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sporty Kenya</title><summary type='text'>Kakamega town, besides being the place one would associate with football and the great forest, or gold if digging deeper than the hot surface, is taking things by their horns now. Like in all things, the people there are going all the way in the new sport that is bullfighting, with a crowd and referee participation. Well, why not? It is a sport like any other, and from what we already know, one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/4112780010286767822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/4112780010286767822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/07/sporty-kenya.html' title='Sporty Kenya'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dj8MtEdbazs/TiAwMArXdaI/AAAAAAAAAuA/TBJltC5Q_Rs/s72-c/bullfight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-4198686810193053080</id><published>2011-07-09T12:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T12:55:28.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Freedom Ring</title><summary type='text'>It surely is never too late for freedom. Long live the new nation of Southern Sudan! And long live justice and peace!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/4198686810193053080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/4198686810193053080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/07/let-freedom-ring.html' title='Let Freedom Ring'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zis1vuUv2oU/ThhBAgHCbkI/AAAAAAAAAt4/S3c6kxG9mwI/s72-c/Let%2Bfreedom%2Bring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-7332256609728706274</id><published>2011-07-05T19:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T19:45:55.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Africa Famine Reaches New Heights</title><summary type='text'>"Save The Children has launched an emergency appeal for £40m to help prevent a famine which threatens millions in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;East Africa after the worst droughts in 60 years.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;A combination of failed rains and soaring global food prices has left nearly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/7332256609728706274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/7332256609728706274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/07/africa-famine-reaches-new-heights.html' title='Africa Famine Reaches New Heights'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-5946847127102320366</id><published>2011-07-05T15:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T15:39:38.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Suitcase Hubby</title><summary type='text'>Love was never blind, just strong enough to carry a man around like a party purse. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/5946847127102320366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/5946847127102320366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/07/suitcase-hubby.html' title='Suitcase Hubby'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-opETpfNFCxQ/ThMh2bPDb6I/AAAAAAAAAtw/Ebu55xDJCYI/s72-c/suitcase%2BHubby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-2837703209543636430</id><published>2011-07-04T19:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T19:59:01.541+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yu Huu?!</title><summary type='text'>This is like something from a Bridget Jones Diary scene. It will make dates more interesting. When the one person is running late, they will just call and say they are still crossing over the bridge. Stood up? No, the person decided to swim across since traffic was bad, arriving wet and keen on singing "I will cross any sea just to get to you."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/2837703209543636430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/2837703209543636430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/07/yu-huu.html' title='Yu Huu?!'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EKBHHawhhZ4/ThIMCMse9eI/AAAAAAAAAto/gdYqPEMK8EM/s72-c/Longest%2BBridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-7495477443023849882</id><published>2011-07-02T13:30:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T19:31:26.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Me in the Corner</title><summary type='text'>I thought I saw... you smile. I guess I thought I saw you laughing but all things considered, the ground did kiss my feet sooner though it felt like much later, what with the high winds and all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/7495477443023849882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/7495477443023849882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/07/finally.html' title='That&apos;s Me in the Corner'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7PTl2xCRTE0/Tg8R1lZRnnI/AAAAAAAAAtg/rRjbwZaYqwE/s72-c/Esther%2BAbseil%2B4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-3073903072678831484</id><published>2011-06-16T16:54:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T17:03:57.144+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaning of Mutilation</title><summary type='text'>"An assault victim is struggling to come to terms with the horrifying loss of his penis last week.Mr Ronald ole Kitare, 27, told the Nation he never imagined that a woman he had come to adore could savagely attack him.The man now recuperating at Coast General Hospital in Mombasa has vowed never to trust any woman in his life after his fiancée’s vicious attack.Mr Kitare, who works as a security </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/3073903072678831484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/3073903072678831484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/06/meaning-of-mutilation.html' title='Meaning of Mutilation'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_6fefCwDa8I/Tfonwz20qZI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Zztmj0wNCp8/s72-c/Mutilated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-5110367269041013208</id><published>2011-06-16T15:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T15:42:12.349+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Not One without the Other</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/5110367269041013208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/5110367269041013208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/06/not-one-without-other.html' title='Not One without the Other'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q3tg-Ga_5Yg/TfoWKIVe-RI/AAAAAAAAAso/6dhBWA5OM2w/s72-c/Israel%2Bloves%2Bjerusalem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-3187265479480627451</id><published>2011-06-16T15:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T15:38:32.022+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Male Circumcision Wrongly Interpreted</title><summary type='text'>Cowards will run away from any kind of pain, including that which is beneficial to them. They will bribe, take bribes, spend cash on unneccessary campaigns and tell the world that they are the defenders of truth and they know too well that they are the carriers of the lie of the mind that is not only harmful to them but also infectious. When people want to disobey God, they go for the things that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/3187265479480627451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/3187265479480627451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/06/male-circumcision-wrongly-interpreted.html' title='Male Circumcision Wrongly Interpreted'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr1jZKGLNaw/TfoSpWCCwdI/AAAAAAAAAsg/p-mqhzn3AIo/s72-c/Foreskin%2Bman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-3465266115691456039</id><published>2011-06-04T22:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T22:49:03.714+01:00</updated><title type='text'>JERUSALEM OF GOLD</title><summary type='text'>"Jerusalem - the heart and soul of the nation of Israel, the heart and soul of the world. It was 44 years ago Wednesday that the Israel Defense Forces liberated Jerusalem and reunited the city. Today, despite all the forces of evil set against her, Jerusalem is growing, ever expanding to accommodate all her children, all those who place their trust in the One G-d of Israel." Temple </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/3465266115691456039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/3465266115691456039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/06/jerusalem-of-gold.html' title='JERUSALEM OF GOLD'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-5240424259504899432</id><published>2011-05-28T11:10:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T00:28:19.945+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Israel Denying Its Responsibility</title><summary type='text'>The traditional, yearly Torah reading practice has turned a page. We have just stepped into the book of Numbers/counting, Sefer Hapekudim, Moses' fourth bestseller. Bamidbar HaSinai- In the Desert of Sinai, is a real thriller. The title can easily fool us. It's primary plot is not the numbering of families of the wandering-in-the-wilderness children of Israel. From what I gather from studying it,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/5240424259504899432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/5240424259504899432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/05/israel-denying-its-responsibility.html' title='Israel Denying Its Responsibility'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-3231788166027013124</id><published>2011-05-27T12:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T12:11:28.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>On Merlot</title><summary type='text'>Use appropriate glasses to serve the Merlot and set the mood. The ideal temperature to serve it is above 50 degrees F and should be chilled for about 1 1/2 hours before serving.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/3231788166027013124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/3231788166027013124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-merlot.html' title='On Merlot'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bTa25xazMwg/Td-GWHgp2iI/AAAAAAAAAr0/6Cjq2eQRbv4/s72-c/Merlot%2BGrapes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-6255126294799587472</id><published>2011-05-25T00:12:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T00:19:08.867+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadly ungenius</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/6255126294799587472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/6255126294799587472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/05/shadow-of-genius.html' title='Deadly ungenius'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ped8NlohEu8/Tdw828dL1MI/AAAAAAAAArc/hqFbRTVvLSc/s72-c/harold-camping-picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-7137433667154292893</id><published>2011-05-24T17:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T17:08:17.607+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mitchell Terrified</title><summary type='text'>Be brave Mitchell. No need to worry if Barack goes off with Charles. I'm only a girl- I don't bite. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/7137433667154292893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/7137433667154292893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/05/mitchell-terrified.html' title='Mitchell Terrified'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KKR34SUTYT4/TdvXJ7zZnLI/AAAAAAAAAq0/mBRhVSw8z_4/s72-c/Men.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-1938859103525917431</id><published>2011-05-24T17:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T17:03:30.692+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Duty Bound</title><summary type='text'>Whatever the weather. Calm down dear!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/1938859103525917431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/1938859103525917431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/05/duty-bound.html' title='Duty Bound'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fguHLkB8C10/TdvWsqSmsfI/AAAAAAAAAqk/HHn9lkC4MmA/s72-c/Duty%2BBound.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-2238444404931579757</id><published>2011-05-23T22:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T00:13:14.634+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Case of Law Over Law</title><summary type='text'>Grafting some skin onto some sensitive part of the body must be really painful if you are the patient. But if you are a Jewish male who wants to be as Aryan as possible in case Hitler puts his hand out out of the grave in search of all the boys that bear the mark, better cover up the mark. Seven thousand signatures however is the San Fransciscoean way of going about avoiding child abuse charges. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/2238444404931579757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/2238444404931579757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/05/case-of-law-over-law.html' title='A Case of Law Over Law'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-5968331485724599112</id><published>2011-05-23T22:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T22:44:23.335+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Church of Scotland Takes a Step</title><summary type='text'>"Following a lengthy debate on the subject at the institution's General Assembly, commissioners agreed to lift the ban on people in same-sex relationships becoming ministers." (Press Association Monday 23.05.2011). What is there to 'debate on' if Church of Scotland's foundation is on the Word of God? There would be no division then but there is because some in the "House of God" are relying </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/5968331485724599112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/5968331485724599112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/05/church-of-scotland-takes-step.html' title='Church of Scotland Takes a Step'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-1297055093851982345</id><published>2011-05-23T11:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T13:58:53.383+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-election Dream a Nightmare</title><summary type='text'>Listening to President Obama in the last few days, once on Jewish Heritage celebrations and the Mid East Policy Speech, the latter reiterating how his meeting with Bibi, Israeli PM, went, I can't help but feel that him seeking a re-election is a mistake. It is a recurring feeling that he should step back and let others roll the White House ball. It is not possible for any Republican or Democratic</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/1297055093851982345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/1297055093851982345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/05/re-election-dream-nightmare.html' title='Re-election Dream a Nightmare'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-8163295121679470648</id><published>2011-05-22T00:47:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T00:42:02.697+01:00</updated><title type='text'>May 22- Testing prophecy</title><summary type='text'>It is way past midnight here and I'm still in the body that asks for food and bathroom use. I even felt pain a few hours ago after I overscratched my foot which means I am still here (in the same old world). Not that I would have minded going somewhere farther than the back yard for a long holiday, say eternity. Well, I am only one of many who did not get the ticket to someplace else this last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/8163295121679470648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/8163295121679470648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-22-testing-prophecy.html' title='May 22- Testing prophecy'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-6859508209839266501</id><published>2011-05-21T12:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T14:02:43.706+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoping Everyone's Not on Abraham's Bosom</title><summary type='text'>If you are a Washington Post reporter, the last thing you want to get wrong, even if today is the last day of human life, is your facts. Take Sally Quinn for example, writing On Faith, highlighting the terror that is May 21st 2011-doomsday creator, Harold Camping. Her last words of the article are, "Keep Flossing" after a comprehensive chat regarding how inaccurate Camping's predictions are if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/6859508209839266501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/6859508209839266501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/05/hoping-everyones-not-on-abrahams-bosom.html' title='Hoping Everyone&apos;s Not on Abraham&apos;s Bosom'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-3000110410415099592</id><published>2011-05-17T18:40:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T18:48:45.203+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid May Windy &amp; Cloudy</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/3000110410415099592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/3000110410415099592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/05/mid-may-windy-cloudy.html' title='Mid May Windy &amp; Cloudy'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PhRwjGwvJR4/TdK0cealFiI/AAAAAAAAAqc/DtY9_p3zmI4/s72-c/Curly%2Bstraight%2B013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-7441125844700853029</id><published>2011-05-16T23:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T00:13:49.382+01:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than Tears for Sammy</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/7441125844700853029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/7441125844700853029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/05/more-than-tears-for-sam.html' title='More Than Tears for Sammy'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RgVjkKqGNIc/TdGpp56xdQI/AAAAAAAAApk/pEwPf5VPRdg/s72-c/Wanjiru%2Bdead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-2825810477511601123</id><published>2011-05-14T10:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T10:14:59.774+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CAPTIVATING</title><summary type='text'>"When you come to the land that I am giving you..."(Leviticus 25:2)Iyar 9, 5771/May 13, 2011Today is Four and Twenty Days of the Counting of the Omer,Three Weeks and Three DaysOsama bin Laden is dead. Obama is the victor. The same question is on everybody's lips: How will Barack Obama spend his newly gained political capital? What will he do with his increased popularity at home and America's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/2825810477511601123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/2825810477511601123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/05/captivating.html' title='CAPTIVATING'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-5430434178161866194</id><published>2011-05-11T22:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T21:34:14.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Abseiling for St.Mungo's</title><summary type='text'>Saturday 14th May 2011, I will be attempting to break my earlier record of climbing down a height considered tall which was set when I was 12, entailed going up a fruit tree for the purposes of making a light meal out of lunch or hiding from an enemy. Thirty something years on, my next attempt has gone up a notch. My heart and eye are set on a higher climb, and more importantly, drop. Abseiling </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/5430434178161866194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/5430434178161866194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/05/abseiling-for-stmungos.html' title='Abseiling for St.Mungo&apos;s'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-8569896034622218789</id><published>2011-05-10T21:11:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T21:50:43.027+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence Day</title><summary type='text'> In many ways, I am raising a flag; one with colours of freedom- not sure you can colour that adequately but I feel inspired enough to try, and that of dried tear tracks. Today is a very important day for me because for the first time in four years, I have seen something which I had to pray for, fast for, cry about, hate others and love some desperately much about. When you sow a seed that takes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/8569896034622218789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/8569896034622218789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/05/independence-day.html' title='Independence Day'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jfFt77PK_-s/TcmcHvEiGiI/AAAAAAAAApM/nmBBL_-B8RY/s72-c/israel%2Bindependence%2Bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-2374175809709486657</id><published>2011-05-10T00:04:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T01:51:15.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Royal Couple</title><summary type='text'> A visit from the royal couple of we-lost-our way-home-can-you-direct-us-to-the-nearest-pond left me smiling but sad the other day. Poor creatures I met on my way "home" after seeing them two nights before lying cosily on a lawn near my joint. My friend said the guy was very cute since "He has all these amazing colours while the girl is speckled with only brown and white" You should see who it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/2374175809709486657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/2374175809709486657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/05/royal-couple.html' title='The Royal Couple'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z8TCm_B6cHo/TciK0IPUPOI/AAAAAAAAApE/dDtAushcduY/s72-c/Osama%2BDead%2B012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-1003799075637872636</id><published>2011-05-09T22:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T22:54:48.824+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mazel Tov Israel</title><summary type='text'>She is 63 on the 10th of May, growing old gracefully, I dare say. Israel, the gem above gems and beauty of all beauties if you consider God's opinion sovereign. I wish for all that her lover wants for her to come speedily. When the invite for the royal celebrations come, I'll go. Some people came to Kate and William's wedding but I'll go to whatever celebrations the King of kings invites me to in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/1003799075637872636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/1003799075637872636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/05/mazel-tov-israel.html' title='Mazel Tov Israel'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-2233810818402255085</id><published>2011-05-08T13:12:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T18:18:25.417+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How Deluded Sounds Like</title><summary type='text'>The Holy Book which this man holds (although he has managed to wear out the word HOLY) does not say anywhere in its many pages that prophets get the priviledge of knowing exact dates and times of the end of the world. Jesus Christ who died for the sins of the world does not know the hour (Matthew 24:36) only the Father does so who (in this case, the hell) is Harold Camping, to talk about May 21st</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/2233810818402255085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/2233810818402255085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-deluded-sounds-like.html' title='How Deluded Sounds Like'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tejCwH6wZCk/TcaJLdicssI/AAAAAAAAAn0/nblGVUPGhMk/s72-c/camping_587187a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-8200886722956666812</id><published>2011-05-03T13:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T13:38:03.410+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Liveliest Operation</title><summary type='text'>The same way Osama sat with his men to watch terrorist acts carried out in other parts of the world. Turn of events. Gruesome but necessary in this case. Pity about the women that such men go for and keep marrying without a real regard for their lives. Men used to be protectors of the women and children but so far, Osama proved they were just production factories for him and the likes of him. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/8200886722956666812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/8200886722956666812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/05/liveliest-operation.html' title='Liveliest Operation'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gb7Li03GAkM/Tb_1uVMa_gI/AAAAAAAAAns/zFmFevJVxss/s72-c/Liveliest%2BOperation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-3066432045526392507</id><published>2011-05-02T18:52:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T19:50:11.172+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Will Their Saviour Rise Again?</title><summary type='text'>Osama, the cute and influencial son of a builder is dead and his face is badly marred, maybe the rest of his body too. Most people say that Jesus could not have risen from the dead and especially if He had been beaten as badly as Isaiah 53 says about his injuries. He was scarred within and without but He rose from the dead as previously predicted by His dad. One of the most influencial (bad) men </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/3066432045526392507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/3066432045526392507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/05/will-their-saviour-rise-again.html' title='Will Their Saviour Rise Again?'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5rkWNgbmiSM/Tb78quH2RRI/AAAAAAAAAnk/m_s9EOUbog0/s72-c/Osama%2BDead%2B003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-68395054259516059</id><published>2011-05-02T13:47:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T14:22:36.752+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama Osama Boxing Ring.</title><summary type='text'>The image all Kenyans remember the most of Osama bin Laden is the one in which his army-like pose mocked the deaths of 212 innocent Kenyans and causing injuries of approximately over 4,000 people. Well, Osama's Al-Kaida network has done other crazy things across the world but Kenyans particularly felt their own pain since 7th August 1998 was not the end of trouble in the land that had its roots </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/68395054259516059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/68395054259516059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/05/obama-osama-boxing-ring.html' title='Obama Osama Boxing Ring.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ICPAXq0cShE/Tb6oLxnhmDI/AAAAAAAAAnM/IGBWVQr3pNw/s72-c/osama-bin-laden-1998-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-6928033277494807395</id><published>2011-05-01T15:14:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T17:34:39.345+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Woman for Kenya's Presidency</title><summary type='text'>What does Kenya have to lose if Raila Odinga, Uhuru Kenyatta or Mwai Kibaki does not warm the seat at Statehouse with their pinstriped suited backsides? Maybe that is what we all need. Both those at home and in the diaspora, a different face in the headlines everyday. A different set of eyes and beer-belly to contend with. A fresher way of looking at things even if they are the same-old-same but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/6928033277494807395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/6928033277494807395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/05/woman-for-kenyan-presidency.html' title='A Woman for Kenya&apos;s Presidency'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F-wUiSRhuK4/Tb1uQkApB7I/AAAAAAAAAm8/eTOfJkvRyrs/s72-c/martha_karua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-5455019387181508888</id><published>2011-04-30T22:58:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T01:15:11.959+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Selfishness</title><summary type='text'> One reads about the pepper spray tactics used on Uganda's opposition leader Kizza Besigye and cannot help but wonder what it is with Africans. We should be the least expected source of unnecessary pressure for our fellow Africans but we seem to make a habit or hobby of it. It is a shame that most of the men who go for political seats have a very small fraction of concern for the country's well </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/5455019387181508888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/5455019387181508888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/04/selfishness.html' title='Selfishness'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oGl8C1uXx2E/TbylyuWOqiI/AAAAAAAAAm0/jhaByEzuQnw/s72-c/Pepper%2Bspray%2Bfor%2BBesigye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-3377658100039300237</id><published>2011-04-30T18:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T18:54:16.777+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Southbank</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/3377658100039300237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/3377658100039300237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/04/southbank.html' title='Southbank'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fQGLJ8wg6z4/TbxMipCBTCI/AAAAAAAAAmM/B31sQw8BR6k/s72-c/mix%2B057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-1401612583967668029</id><published>2011-04-30T01:23:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T01:54:30.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather Effects</title><summary type='text'>"Can you feel the love tonight?" Elton John once asked in a song. Oh, yes I can. I can hear the sound of singing, laughter and something more. People and animals are happy, but so are most plants. The weather allows for love to blossom, even if it is simply toward a long lost passion such as taking notice of what surrounds us- not the negativity............please. We are British, that's the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/1401612583967668029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/1401612583967668029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='Weather Effects'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-67s3vUphLB0/TbtZ7hBu33I/AAAAAAAAAkk/GfLG9YwrOhA/s72-c/Nurita%2Band%2BI%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-4610388227975073947</id><published>2011-04-29T23:31:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T00:10:38.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Unmirrored</title><summary type='text'>To deny you, I have to cryTo behold you takes all of my strengthTo lie in wait for your returnMy heart can barely standYet I desireWith all that's withinAnd all that ever wasTo restore us.To engage youTakes more than I can bareHeld prisoner by the lipsThat say more than I can hearAnd yet never quite enoughTo-be-with-you achescome every dayAnd without youCries of utter painDespair, longing, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/4610388227975073947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/4610388227975073947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/04/unmirrored.html' title='Unmirrored'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-7915978461161266123</id><published>2011-04-29T13:19:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T15:00:27.362+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle-tones</title><summary type='text'>In a little remote place in Kenya, it was a private moment with the wild animals' snores and grunts accompanying the I will of Catherine Middleton's response to Prince William's will you Marry me. But today, the glamour and sleekness of the entire procession, with cries of utter delight (real) from all the people who went to try and witness the moment the couple made vows in the eyes of God and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/7915978461161266123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/7915978461161266123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/04/middle-tones.html' title='Middle-tones'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gNLWTv7kspk/TbwViUPJYtI/AAAAAAAAAlM/pyvrq7-jdYo/s72-c/Kate%2Band%2BWill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-3159632392806161398</id><published>2011-04-29T03:46:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T15:02:26.599+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Springy London</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/3159632392806161398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/3159632392806161398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/04/royal-grounds.html' title='Springy London'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vMTJPWniUyI/TbtHbdvlWwI/AAAAAAAAAh0/GrbLd07dyBs/s72-c/Centre%2BPoint%2Bmoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-927093835955206355</id><published>2011-04-29T01:29:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T14:33:05.287+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I Do- Sometimes</title><summary type='text'>Anyone read the writing on the wall? Something about Easy Taste. Can't be bothered, no glasses or magnifying glass to read the reflected words. It was one of those shots I take as I run for the bus, and my camera is only little.Did anyone honestly expect Prince William to "DO" all the time? Or will future queen Catherine always DO? I mean its April 2011 for the love of life and doing the I do in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/927093835955206355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/927093835955206355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-do-sometimes.html' title='I Do- Sometimes'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--lIa2BpQs5k/TbobmNPUfXI/AAAAAAAAAg8/cpLtxn20uJ0/s72-c/Sun%2BOut%2B008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-2080703209398981069</id><published>2011-04-21T12:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T13:00:26.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Southwark Cathedral</title><summary type='text'>The Cathedral at dusk.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/2080703209398981069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/2080703209398981069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/04/southwark-cathedral.html' title='Southwark Cathedral'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZntLWpOqfic/TbAcIOAZo-I/AAAAAAAAAgk/EN6FjJfVJ3U/s72-c/SC%2Bat%2Bdusk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-1875086343763648677</id><published>2011-04-20T15:46:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T01:05:34.482+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Eye on London</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/1875086343763648677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/1875086343763648677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/04/southwark.html' title='My Eye on London'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--yFFsuMoryg/TbtR-LV1z8I/AAAAAAAAAjs/d3qTsf_TraQ/s72-c/Take%2BMe%2BThere%2B111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-9175390843692166159</id><published>2011-04-12T12:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T12:27:03.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoo-hoo</title><summary type='text'> 35th Paris Marathon. What more can I say. Gold bagged, and our youth, in spite of the unstable political situation in our land, are shining. Long live talent, and the recognition of it. Well done Kiptoo and Prisca Jeptoo. We will beat the odds.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/9175390843692166159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/9175390843692166159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/04/yoo-hoo.html' title='Yoo-hoo'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OStnLytdcgI/TaQ1uyC6e7I/AAAAAAAAAgc/2Ptc_jxHC7I/s72-c/Youth%2BPower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-2082945190170655974</id><published>2011-04-11T18:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T19:13:46.354+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Only a Mother Knows Best</title><summary type='text'> She looks at him and staring back at her is a younger but just as ambitious face, that reminds her of her late husband, Kenya's first president, Mzee Jomo Kenyatta. Mama Ngina Kenyatta would never have thought such a moment would come. A moment when hearts flurried due to politics; again. Born in 1933 and married to Mzee in 1951, becoming Kenya's first, first lady between 1963-78, she has seen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/2082945190170655974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/2082945190170655974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/04/only-mother-knows-best.html' title='Only a Mother Knows Best'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2WJ7uimBX5U/TaM8TfXMeeI/AAAAAAAAAgU/XPvG0V7W0gw/s72-c/Only%2Ba%2Bmother%2Bknows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-4417450178631982450</id><published>2011-04-11T18:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T18:28:44.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jailed for Defiling a Minor</title><summary type='text'> He is 102, serving a three-year sentence for apparently sexually abusing a girl, eighty-three years his junior. This is his prison bowl and uniform. He pleads innocence but the law says he is guilty as charged and that's why he is not sitting on the front yard of his home, but government property set aside for correctional purposes. The world and its marvels! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/4417450178631982450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/4417450178631982450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/04/jailed-for-defiling-minor.html' title='Jailed for Defiling a Minor'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1Pqdc0g-a8/TaM4UqeTIgI/AAAAAAAAAgM/FbOCRVTRBn4/s72-c/prisonerpix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-4232734465631536719</id><published>2011-04-10T10:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T10:12:36.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><summary type='text'> Sunday April 10, 2011Today's Promise: Jesus said unto him, If thou canst believe, all things are possible to him that believeth. With men it is impossible, but not with God: for with God all things are possible.Mark 9:23, 10:27 / KJV </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/4232734465631536719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/4232734465631536719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/04/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-8813046907232889806</id><published>2011-04-06T01:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T02:17:23.158+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Souls</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/8813046907232889806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/8813046907232889806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/04/poor-souls.html' title='Poor Souls'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x9pd9WjE3-Q/TZu45uAFjSI/AAAAAAAAAgE/nbHuiTaYXUQ/s72-c/un392.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-1674897053978833700</id><published>2011-04-05T23:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T00:52:10.702+01:00</updated><title type='text'>UN Induced Flames</title><summary type='text'>How hot is the fire in the Kenyan house of politics for all that have been summoned to the Hague for questioning and microscopic assessment? How cool is the route to a place one has never been to before? How fast can the police of this world catch the "bad guys" of any nation and why does it take a foreign court to determine how guilty or innocent a person really is? Ministers or not, Kenya has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/1674897053978833700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/1674897053978833700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/04/un-induced-flames.html' title='UN Induced Flames'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-361237383710354149</id><published>2011-04-01T20:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T21:51:18.661+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Before This</title><summary type='text'> There was a birth in a rural area of Kenya. There were long treks to and from school. A life not smoothened by pocket money and holidays that give one a real break from school work. There was fighting for a place in seconday school after KCPE. Kakamega High is in a hot area and so is Ruiru, where the Jomo Kenyatta University (JKUAT) is located. But in spite of all the odds, Evans Wadongo rose to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/361237383710354149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/361237383710354149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/04/before-this.html' title='Before This'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JIiqNMvJ7Lc/TZYvRQ9Vu4I/AAAAAAAAAf8/dxAEnE77wGg/s72-c/DNKenya1011d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-6746829035080897279</id><published>2011-03-20T22:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-20T22:16:29.804Z</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/6746829035080897279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/6746829035080897279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/03/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_JKR_Br8cs/TYZ8ZnqzDYI/AAAAAAAAAfs/74RWu0LSDck/s72-c/Pandemonium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-8164499053809735931</id><published>2011-03-20T22:01:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-03-20T22:05:41.962Z</updated><title type='text'>Really</title><summary type='text'>  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/8164499053809735931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/8164499053809735931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/03/really.html' title='Really'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PY48BkwiBQA/TYZ6E8sVqOI/AAAAAAAAAfk/oYlHkVJIOvg/s72-c/Trap%2BDoor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-5895311612340183429</id><published>2011-03-19T16:58:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-03-19T23:04:30.140Z</updated><title type='text'>Unprovoked</title><summary type='text'> It is Purim tomorrow and there is celebration in the air. Also in the air, are the memories of how the event came about those many centuries ago. Equally acknowledged is the fact that plots such as this one have not only surfaced once since the beginning of time. Deutronomy 25:17-19 17 Remember what the Amalekites did to you along the way when you came out of &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/5895311612340183429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/5895311612340183429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/03/unprovoked.html' title='Unprovoked'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f5udXBpKngQ/TYT20ifN7zI/AAAAAAAAAfU/hv9m0-6beDE/s72-c/Purim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-7194419850045793375</id><published>2011-03-19T13:45:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:58:07.290Z</updated><title type='text'>Unrelated</title><summary type='text'>In God's world, every pull and push of the heavenly big-three, the earth,the sea and man, are related. We hurl our batteries anyway we want and we are faced with certain problems years later. We spill oil in the ocean, and we know fish and man suffer as a result. We plan to dump nuclear waste down the throat of the Mariana Trench and hope the shrimps down there ain't allergic to foreign bodies. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/7194419850045793375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/7194419850045793375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/03/unrelated.html' title='Unrelated'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-evQRZMXD4eg/TYTgeNugQKI/AAAAAAAAAfE/1WhOy_8dYIs/s72-c/317748460-world-biggest-full-moon-decades-weekend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-5556297173978234381</id><published>2011-03-19T13:38:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:43:55.861Z</updated><title type='text'>Man</title><summary type='text'>I'm reading CHILD44 and it's hard. It is not hard to read but hard to swallow. I need breaks in order to balance my emotional data sheet. If this book were a financial graph, I would be hitting lows and highs sterner than the Forex Bureau guys have ever seen. I need breaks to stabilise reality/ denial, whatyougonnadoaboutit /helplessness tendencies. To pretend things like that do not happen to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/5556297173978234381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/5556297173978234381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/03/man.html' title='Man'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-8166174373549833253</id><published>2011-03-12T16:08:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-03-12T16:20:31.143Z</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Point</title><summary type='text'>Less than a fortnight ago, there were articles in the papers and  online pictures of computer generated end-of-the-world scenario (s). The big Ben and other landmarks stood in feet upon feet of water, nearly going under. The only difference between those pictures then and what we have now of a smoking and drowning disaster-struck Japan is that the former were clean. The latter are real, not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/8166174373549833253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/8166174373549833253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/03/prayer-point.html' title='Prayer Point'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-00ixyPD6qyc/TXua1BL305I/AAAAAAAAAeM/2WaEpnAbmrM/s72-c/Japan%2BTsunami.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-565608862942815122</id><published>2011-03-09T21:50:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-03-09T22:29:39.497Z</updated><title type='text'>Is Wales in Africa</title><summary type='text'> I thought it was when I read the heading of the story on the Satanic paedophile in the ...eer UK.Clean, with running water and electricity, intellectual trend-setters, economically stable, mostly-white area knows a few things about cults and worse? Well, that is not what is normally seen in these sides of the world. Or so I heard. There is black and then there is white evil- apparently. When </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/565608862942815122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/565608862942815122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/03/is-wales-in-africa.html' title='Is Wales in Africa'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8MqX2MBCZg0/TXf9cXX6eQI/AAAAAAAAAeE/R62KRcLgnHQ/s72-c/Colin-Batley-arriving-at--007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-9209456018368570703</id><published>2011-03-09T11:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-09T11:18:19.055Z</updated><title type='text'>Beauty</title><summary type='text'>Sheer. Period.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/9209456018368570703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/9209456018368570703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/03/beauty.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EGSA6Zko8Yg/TXdh1q6UKVI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mPIeR0vtKDE/s72-c/north2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-3069554198350340105</id><published>2011-03-07T15:00:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-03-07T15:24:45.193Z</updated><title type='text'>Set the Pace</title><summary type='text'>Kenya's own, Wilson Kipsang set the pace in Japan's Lake Biwa Marathon this last Sunday with his 2 hours, 6minutes, 13 seconds' time. According to JapanToday, he outpaced Ethipia's Deriba Merga while Kipsang voiced, " It was very strong battle but I believed in myself (with Merga) because it really forced me to increase the pace."When singer R.Kelly belted out  "I believe I can fly.......if I can</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/3069554198350340105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/3069554198350340105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/03/set-pace.html' title='Set the Pace'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ex7_G2jGUMM/TXT1hv86y7I/AAAAAAAAAd0/oAt-kWIhqiY/s72-c/Set%2Bthe%2Bpace%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-3617801292218931841</id><published>2011-03-05T13:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-05T13:42:22.254Z</updated><title type='text'>Your Vote Counts</title><summary type='text'> www.premiergospeltunebreaker.com/yedashe is my attempt at getting a publishing contract with Premier Christian Radio.It is their songsearch kind of project. There is much talent there but please vote for me. My songs are just plain story telling. And good story telling if you like a song whose first line is a question: "Was that a ghost I saw?" and one that ends with a promise. The tracks are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/3617801292218931841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/3617801292218931841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/03/your-vote-counts.html' title='Your Vote Counts'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pIyCXAA45ms/TXI9eAiELiI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ya1Vxa4mACo/s72-c/artbadge.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-5653211296796895052</id><published>2011-03-05T12:31:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-05T13:02:44.107Z</updated><title type='text'>BUY NONE GET ONE FREE</title><summary type='text'>I'm dusting my hands now after the most amazing task I've undertaken in the recent past. All my 48 copies of the crime-fiction book Dissolution are walking- yeah! They are in people's pockets, cars, homes, shops and offices as I write this. Many copies went to strangers who I met at the corner of Endell Street, opposite Shaftsbury Theatre, Covent Garden this morning. I went to convenient shops </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/5653211296796895052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/5653211296796895052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/03/buy-none-get-one-free.html' title='BUY NONE GET ONE FREE'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-7859016249648541822</id><published>2011-03-04T23:35:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-05T00:32:55.898Z</updated><title type='text'>Launch</title><summary type='text'>Trafalgar Square this Friday the 04th of March 2011 was cold but packed with enthusiasts. Many could be seen sipping different flavours of Innocent smoothies and no   it was not warmed smoothies. But book writers and readers sat and  stood, braving the cold and waiting for anyone at the mega platform to address them.   At some point, someone did, and then someone else- Graham Norton. He said if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/7859016249648541822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/7859016249648541822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/03/launch.html' title='Launch'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TXAAPRk9VhA/TXGAhD_OqII/AAAAAAAAAdc/A0vX7n0AXfE/s72-c/World-Book-Night-Logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-4232212248101786897</id><published>2011-02-23T13:01:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-23T13:36:38.255Z</updated><title type='text'>World Book Night</title><summary type='text'>I am giving out this book by C.J Sansom on Saturday the 5th March 2011 as one of 20,000 volunteers for World Book Night. I have heard some authors and booksellers complain about the event, citing how damaging giving out a million books is to the writer's purse. I sympathise with their pleas but also think it is wrong for someone to say that the event is tailored towards passionate readers giving </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/4232212248101786897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/4232212248101786897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/02/world-book-night.html' title='World Book Night'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tq6A3XCxAXo/TWUFnOwmb8I/AAAAAAAAAdU/D_pOp8kCVn0/s72-c/Dissolution.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-1368630361405661492</id><published>2011-02-12T00:45:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-02-12T04:56:17.432Z</updated><title type='text'>Trust Shoes for Israel</title><summary type='text'>God has a dream, and it is recorded in Micah 7:15. Listening to Barack Obama's speech after Egypt's Hosni Mubarak's resignation, one cannot help but reflect on things past and things foretold about the near future. As a result of Egypt's eighteen-day peaceful democratic demonstrations, the world, according to Obama, will never be the same again- fact.  From Tahrir, the square that spells </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/1368630361405661492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/1368630361405661492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/02/trust-shoes-for-israel.html' title='Trust Shoes for Israel'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-2104179720347503067</id><published>2011-02-07T22:13:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-09-11T19:39:11.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Toto's Homelessness Journey</title><summary type='text'> The homeless people of London and elsewhere face a life of pain, discomfort and terror each day and each night spent at a street corner, on someone's sofa or even in a hospital bed. Their degree of human dignity freezes with the weather and dips lower with every snide comment made by the public who out of ignorance think that "they brought it on themselves". For many years, poverty has been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/2104179720347503067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/2104179720347503067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/02/totos-homelessness-journey.html' title='Toto&apos;s Homelessness Journey'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hit5cAz3y9g/TVB6EPJXKGI/AAAAAAAAAdM/imebf17ZnZI/s72-c/Prince%2Bsleeps%2Brough-ish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-7021575721773719114</id><published>2011-02-06T22:49:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-06T23:06:43.419Z</updated><title type='text'>He Saw it First</title><summary type='text'>In His mind's eye first, before He called it into being. Then when it became, He said it was good. Some say it was not made by any living being, such as God. I wonder why it's taken so long to discover ways of getting such a shot. And why don't more of these "accidents" ain't happening anymore.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/7021575721773719114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/7021575721773719114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/02/he-saw-it-first.html' title='He Saw it First'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hit5cAz3y9g/TU8lsMNKBGI/AAAAAAAAAYE/EumNlooQ2Gg/s72-c/suns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-8124634190847419899</id><published>2011-02-04T23:07:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-06T23:13:27.743Z</updated><title type='text'>Amazing is Love</title><summary type='text'>Its not HaitiOr Congo BrazavilleIt ain't Iran, Egypt or SudanThat brews missiles.Its that a rootRefused to die.That root of hateBorn out of fearIgnorance, thirstNannied by mysteryShould be renouncedThrown out of homeSo we can live as one for goodAmazing is loveUndaunted by painAnger or regretThe perfect fruit treeWe all should growInside ourselvesBeyond the fenceOf colour codesThe river flowsOf </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/8124634190847419899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/8124634190847419899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/02/amazing-is-love.html' title='Amazing is Love'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-1778217576640371609</id><published>2011-01-21T13:01:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-21T20:24:49.157Z</updated><title type='text'>The Flat Lie</title><summary type='text'>According to latest reports from the UN (United Nations), Kenya cannot quench her own tribal fires without the help of the International Community. If we listen to Mr. Francis Deng, special adviser to the Secretary general on the prevention of genocide, the image we conjure up of Kenya is that of an unthinking, but obedient child. There is sibling rivalry amongst Kenyans but which country doesn't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/1778217576640371609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/1778217576640371609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/01/flat-lie.html' title='The Flat Lie'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-6616296957977773729</id><published>2011-01-20T18:07:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-01-21T20:01:08.105Z</updated><title type='text'>Loving the Land</title><summary type='text'>Some of us claim an undying love for the God of Israel. That is legal and makes God smile. Some of us claim we love Israel, the land, and its people. Fine. Some of us read the Word of God and what He says in regards to taking care of the land. Since forever, it is clear that for anyone who falls into either one of these groups, action is what speaks louder than words. How much one loves another </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/6616296957977773729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/6616296957977773729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/01/loving-land.html' title='Loving the Land'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-5451639018834930542</id><published>2011-01-03T10:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-03T11:35:28.404Z</updated><title type='text'>When Money Does Not Count</title><summary type='text'>Kenya is notorious for the business of chasing, overtaking and winning- and sometimes losing. Kenyans run for gold and win in world Marathons. Kenyans do things one way for long and they perfect it. It is a nice thing but needs balance. In the case of pursuing money for profit without minding whose toes one steps on, Kenyans should re-learn a lesson or two.  The lives lost each year as drivers </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/5451639018834930542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/5451639018834930542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-money-does-not-count.html' title='When Money Does Not Count'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hit5cAz3y9g/TSGktl8ey2I/AAAAAAAAAX4/TtmbG1gIhdM/s72-c/Bus%2Bmangled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-8166049266479211803</id><published>2010-12-28T12:35:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-05-29T01:20:46.855+01:00</updated><title type='text'>English Beats Me</title><summary type='text'>I have heard it said that English is an easy language to learn. For many years, I thought that was 80% true. Maybe because I grew up speaking, reading and writing in this foreign language, introduced to Kenya by our colonizers. Or maybe it was because in the last decade, I've tried French, Japanese and Hebrew and know the difference. But now, I'm back to lesson one in the basic English Language </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/8166049266479211803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/8166049266479211803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2010/12/english-beats-me.html' title='English Beats Me'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-2730698379512334540</id><published>2010-12-24T13:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-24T14:06:34.116Z</updated><title type='text'>FEAR</title><summary type='text'>Yes, you better fear oh Cyprus because the naked Aphrodite has escaped prison and is leaping into planes like a bird in flight. The problem is, she is not allowed to be a goddess, even though she is one, because her appearance on passports, has caused a stir. "Diplomats are raising concern that it might offend some Islamic nations." Yahoo News. Alright. Reuters reports it as a concern for the  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/2730698379512334540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/2730698379512334540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2010/12/fear.html' title='FEAR'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hit5cAz3y9g/TRScrX9TfRI/AAAAAAAAAXo/W-1uo44P1PI/s72-c/1582233942-naked-aphrodite-cyprus-passport-causes-stir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-4472110364898671699</id><published>2010-12-21T19:58:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-21T20:22:45.294Z</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Times</title><summary type='text'>It is not just that this year has been good in many ways, it is also the fact that it is a rare one if the skies have anything to do with it. According to today's Washington Post, "The lunar eclipse which occurred on December 21th was not your usual eclipse, as Martin Weil and Debbi Wilgoren explain:There are not many days like Tuesday, Dec. 21, 2010. Take it from people who know: astronomers. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/4472110364898671699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/4472110364898671699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2010/12/interesting-times.html' title='Interesting Times'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hit5cAz3y9g/TREHG-as8dI/AAAAAAAAAXc/-Am0nlA93ps/s72-c/PH2010122101502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-4364625802146011948</id><published>2010-11-25T13:58:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-27T16:01:52.706Z</updated><title type='text'>Height-tiness</title><summary type='text'>David Cameron is tall, but so are many millions more in the whole wide world. He is not the tallest being on earth or Britain, but since the year 2010 kissed his face hello, he has grown horns. Being leader of opposition and then Prime minister somehow makes him feel tall-er than before we knew his second name. He may be a shade taller than most (British) politicians of his time but definately </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/4364625802146011948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/4364625802146011948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2010/11/height-tiness.html' title='Height-tiness'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-8468120318661944831</id><published>2010-11-20T01:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-20T01:43:04.823Z</updated><title type='text'>Let Freedom Ring</title><summary type='text'>I have just finished reading the book, Next Year in Jerusalem by Avita Sharansky. Having read between supper and bed-time, at one stage, I was too overwhelmed by injustice that I did what I do best under such circumtances, slept for a while. Afterwards, I was raw with anger. Not at the past of which this great man and woman, and people of his day lived and fought. Rather, it is that even after </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/8468120318661944831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/8468120318661944831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2010/11/let-freedom-ring.html' title='Let Freedom Ring'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-5692721470698018839</id><published>2010-11-14T12:37:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-11-16T08:52:40.769Z</updated><title type='text'>The Secret</title><summary type='text'> Not in this case. "Lips are meant to be kept sealed" is apparently not in the IDF's I swear allegiance entry level Oath. If it were, girls and boys would not be doing deals using Classified documents as passports to better lives. This is not 1945 but it sure feels like it. Everyone for themselves. It is dog eat dog and individual kill government before government gets to destroy you and your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/5692721470698018839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/5692721470698018839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-secret.html' title='The Secret'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hit5cAz3y9g/TN_ZhfUz93I/AAAAAAAAAXU/4_riKU8Mbxw/s72-c/Anat%2Bkam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-5006487780558461925</id><published>2010-11-14T11:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-14T12:24:08.908Z</updated><title type='text'>I Hear You</title><summary type='text'>She speaks, he listens. And why not. He does the speaking most of the time- for her and for everyone else, both home and abroad. He is the Priest/Pastor of the family so he also is the solicitor who makes points while others sit wanting to correct, remind or shout at for lack of enthusiasm or the need for less of it but cannot afford to. Bibi, the elected mouth of the house- including house of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/5006487780558461925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/5006487780558461925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-hear-you.html' title='I Hear You'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hit5cAz3y9g/TN_N1HuMyFI/AAAAAAAAAW0/GDUYoT1B3_M/s72-c/Bibi%2Band%2Bhis%2BBibi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-8076887183494078630</id><published>2010-11-11T19:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-11T21:01:22.717Z</updated><title type='text'>Consider the Sacrifice</title><summary type='text'>Tesco has not only grown wings with which to fly across pavements but over barriers set up by councils in regards to what can be turned into what. They turned Britons into serious shoppers by lying they would do the dropping (price-wise). We feel the pinch much later for shopping at roller-coaster speeds each time we see red- indicating a 5p price drop. What is amazing nowadays is that even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/8076887183494078630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/8076887183494078630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2010/11/consider-sacrifice.html' title='Consider the Sacrifice'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-6056937472834199345</id><published>2010-11-07T13:30:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-11-07T14:51:19.229Z</updated><title type='text'>Hide the Colour</title><summary type='text'>On Sunday April 16th, the moon was looking like this. I wonder how it will look like tonight, just over 43 years later. On the same day, Tony Blackburn was presenting Field's Fab Forty on Radio London I'm told. Number one hit song was, not a joke, but went by the title of "Ha! Ha! Said the Clown."In a conference held on the same day, Dr. Martin Luther King said that violence in the summer of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/6056937472834199345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/6056937472834199345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2010/11/hide-colour.html' title='Hide the Colour'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hit5cAz3y9g/TNaqYAtZLcI/AAAAAAAAAWs/6HjD9XdE4KQ/s72-c/moon7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-4299730875866461281</id><published>2010-11-05T02:28:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-11-05T03:46:34.936Z</updated><title type='text'>Seasons</title><summary type='text'>Kiss the morning starTwist the fading lightWhen East to sudden WestThe sun rises and dipsWhen shadows short and longUnite to marry nightWe hail the daily wedsWhen from our view they hideIn sky for honeymoonTwelve of twenty-four hours' dayFor rest is given usBefore the call to riseDiscern the vibrant goldIn autumn's breezy daysFrom green, purple and whiteIn spring, that bear the lightSummer wields</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/4299730875866461281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/4299730875866461281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2010/11/kiss-morning-star-twist-fading-light.html' title='Seasons'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079348055024375871.post-8948634839428471348</id><published>2010-10-28T22:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T22:41:56.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail the Human Brain</title><summary type='text'>And the way it works sometimes. I was tickled by an article about one way tickets to Mars for some volunteer scientists. Instead of a cruise around the globe for the same amount of time it takes to conceive and bring a child to this world, a one way trip to final destination is what is being considered by NASA. I love that someone wants to send someone beyond the earth to conquer something. But </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/8948634839428471348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079348055024375871/posts/default/8948634839428471348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherwangui.blogspot.com/2010/10/hail-human-brain.html' title='Hail the Human Brain'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416861026393476136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
