“Signing a contract with China is like, ascribing to the boiling frog effect; a fable describing a frog being boiled alive slowly. If you drop a frog suddenly into boiling water, it will jump out, but if you put that same frog in a vessel of water and start heating the water gradually, it will adjust its body temperature accordingly until it reaches a stage beyond its capacity and dies foolishly” Someone noted.
If our bones could talk, how intriguing will it be to listen to the untold stories they carry. The confessions they will make about the many times they struggle to keep us alive. You know that feeling, when you are standing at the edge of a tall building and a screw in your head loosens. For a moment, you sail away with the fairies.
Once upon a time, Nokia was a global market leader boasting a bigger national budget than Finland, the country it was founded. After few years, a source of national pride turned into shame, a story of rise and fall written and orchestrated by technology. Such is the unforgiving and radical-transmutation nature of technology; Impatient and eternally flowering. The future of work is knocking,
It is never an easy ride in Kenya. When it rains, it is tragedy, and when it doesn’t it is still tragedy. Call it the Kenyan Paradox. Agriculture contributes to up to two-thirds (33%) of our GDP, even after considering the fact that a large proportion of agricultural produce is used in the subsistence level. During the launch of the Kenyan Economic Update at the Norfolk Fairmount,
What if this life is a movie, I wonder, and all of us are just in character sticking to a script that has already been penciled down and perfected? What if those of us full of worries and sorrows are just the main protagonist of this fairy tale and the rest of us form part of the cast and extras?
and impunity is no longer considered as ‘breaking news’ in Kenya but rather ‘In
other news’. The ease at which substantial amount of money is lost in Kenya
under the watch of decorated and overrated institutions surprises me. It was
painful to maintain an eye contact with a tax paying ‘Mama Mboga’ when the
Deputy President comfortably claimed that ‘just 7 billion and not 21 billion’
was lost through the dam projects in Arror and Kimwarer.
Midnights, or just late nights. This is when a train of thoughts wrecks my mind. It is when I get a chance to meet the real me, the me that only me would ever know and understand. This particular late-night, however, my life flashes before me. Just Like a movie, the twists, the drama and the suspense plays out before me.
A betting generation, is like a house built on riparian land, it can get demolished at any time. Once upon a time, the society was built on the virtue of hard work. ‘If you shall not work, you shouldn’t eat’, was a slogan echoing in everyone’s mind. Not anymore. Well, just like dinosaurs, this virtue has found its way into extinction.
The author of this article is suffering from a rare condition, humorawesomenessatire, and as such this article does not in any way reflect the opinion and facts of a thinking human being and therefore you may not learn anything from this article. The author is just bitter that he is a living evidence that being tall does not guarantee him ladies.