RISING SEA LEVELS NEGATIVELY IMPACTING THE KENYAN COAST

Kenya’s 600 km coastline is fast succumbing to Mother Nature’s wrath and retaliatory attacks. A single aerial view of the magnificent ocean and sandy beaches can give the false impression that all is well but at a closer look it is possible to see the degradation that is as a result of climate change.

The depletion of the ozone layer by the continued emission of greenhouse gases like carbon has resulted in global warming as the sun rays reflecting from the earth’s surface are blocked by the blanket of gases.

The increased temperature around the earth’s surface has led to the melting of ice caps on mountains and thermal expansion of water masses causing the rise in sea level.

Kenya has two tidal gauges one at the Fisheries jetty in Mkowe, Lamu County and another at the Liwatoni jetty in Kilindini Harbor, Mombasa County which are part of the Global Sea Level Observing System. The gauges that are managed by the Kenya Marine and Fisheries Research Institute (KMFRI) provide high quality standardized data from monitoring the sea levels.

According to KMFRI senior scientist Dr. Charles Magori the gauges have each been fitted with different monitoring systems for redundancy checks and to provide more credible data.

 The set of data recorded by the two tide gauges from 1986-2006 reveals that the sea level along the coastline has had a gradual increase of 1.9 mm.

“Despite the gaps from unprecedented breakdown of the tide gauges there is a continuous set of data that agrees with the global increase trend of 2mm,” he said.

Despite the increase being considered negligible the impacts on a global scale are far reaching affecting both terrestrial and marine biodiversity.

“It may look like a very small increase but oceans account for 2/3 of the earth’s surface and that is an enormous volume of water which is moving inland,” he noted

The most visible of these impacts has been the erosion of land along the coastline. Many residents and hoteliers in low lying areas of north coast and some in the south have experienced loss of land due to erosion.

“Unlike Mombasa the northern banks of Malindi and Lamu are low lying areas and are more vulnerable to the effects of sea level rising,” he explained

Ngomeni in Malindi is one such area with a serious erosion problem. Buildings and trees have literally been swept away as the sea has gotten inland. Accretion has also taken place though on a much smaller scale with buildup of sand in areas that was once covered by the sea.

With each tidal excursion there is a salt water intrusion into the ground water systems.as such those with dug boreholes end up having more saline water than usual. Those dependent on such wells have to seek other sources of water for use.

Marine biodiversity has not been spared either; eggs of turtles that are laid on the sandy beaches are washed away and eaten by predators. Deep sea creatures get stuck along the coastline after being washed ashore during tidal excursions.

The warm temperatures deny the sea the much needed oxygen leading to bleaching of coral reefs and reducing their ability to form limestone skeletons.

Dr. Magori lamented that the impacts of sea level rising are worse during springtide where waves are higher than normal.

“The tidal variation in spring tide is close to 4 meters plus the general rises in sea level then the excursions are likely to be longer with more intrusions inland,” he added.

An Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC) prediction puts the sea level increase in the worst case scenario at 50 cm by 2050 and 100 cm at the end of the century.

This directly means that more water will be displaced inland putting low lying islands across the world at a major risk of disappearance.

This would mean the vanishing of Lamu, Pate,Watamu,Wasini and Kiunga islands which are major tourist attractions. The establishment and enforcement of a comprehensive coastal zone management policy remains to be the only solution for loss of land along the coastline.

Many of the hotels in north and south coast built close to the ocean have already begun constructing sea walls to prevent further loss of land through erosion but this according to Dr. Magori is not permanent reprieve as some of the walls have been built without the consultation of coastal engineers.

“Those sea walls will only help for a time; we need to set up a legal framework that would enforce adherence to set back lines that will prevent people from building too close to the ocean,” he reiterated.

Varying set back lines provide a safe distance for construction and cultivation from the ocean’s high water mark depending on the land’s topography and vulnerability. South Africa has put up one such set back line of 200 meters in Durban  where construction of buildings to close to the sea is not allowed.

Rampant Malnutrition in children

Young Baraka Kitsao struggles to make a meal from the trifling remains in a small purple dish whose contents have been eaten up hastily by those who came before him.

 

His fingers try to scoop the little of what is left of the ugali and boiled greens that are in the bowls.

 

It is evident that the food will not appease his hunger  but it will have to do particularly if this will be the only meal served today.

 

By looking at his frail body it is hard to imagine that he is four years old or that he is older than some of his siblings.

 

He is malnourished and underfed with no comparison to other boys of his age.

 

The Standard made its way to the tiny village of Mizingo in Bamba, Kilifi County just as the children in the Kitsao homestead were having late lunch and witnessed firsthand their daily struggle.

 

And right in time to find a hungry eight month old Salama crying and yelling to get the attention of her older sister at least to have a handful of food diverted to her yearning mouth.

 

Noticing that her pleas are falling on deaf ears, Salama stretches her arm trying to reach into the bowl of ugali.

Salama’s older sibling is prompted by her attempts to reach for the bowl and feeds her.

She stops crying only after she is given a piece of ugali but resumes moments later when she realizes that another serving is not forthcoming.

 

It is no wonder that Salama like her half brother Baraka is underweight.

 

The Kitsao homestead portrays the reality in many homesteads in Kilifi county where food is hard to come by and one has to be content with the little they have.

 According to  Kilifi district nutritionist Ronald Mbunye  malnutrition is common particularly where poverty reigns.

“Many of the children in poor households have to survive on the reality of sharing food because it is a scarce commodity,” he said.

He decried that many of the younger children had to do with the care of their older siblings as the women had to tend to the farms.

“Women here go to the farms to dig after the rains but they hardly benefit because of the inconsistent rains.” he noted

Many of the children have to scramble for their daily rations that hardly meet the nutritional requirements for healthy growth with their siblings.

 

Younger children are fed at the mercy of older siblings and wait until they have had their fill or like Salama protest to have their way.

 

Many of the women have left their homes to dig in their farms with the hope that they will benefit from the inconsistent rains of the recent past.

 

The government supplementary feeding program offers a little help to children like Baraka and Salama by providing them with food rations that meet their nutritional needs twice a month.

 

The prolonged drought has however made it difficult for those on the feeding program as they have had to share their rations with their siblings.

 

And if like Baraka they miss out while the restof the children are feeding they have to do with what is left.

 

The future is bleak for those whose weight has not picked as the feeding program supports malnutrition children for 59 months.

“The supplementary feeding program supports children until they are four years of age,” says Mbunye

 

Baraka was diagnosed with acute malnutrition when he was six months old and has been on the feeding program ever since.

 

He had deviated from the norm in both height and weight by a negative four in the linear scale and put on the high impact nutrition feeding program, first as an inpatient then afterwards during regular visits to the clinic.

 

Children on the feeding program are expected to graduate after four feeding cycles when they have regained their body weight and normal health.

At 51 months he is about to finish his cycle but with little improvement in his health he is faced with the challenge of stunted development throughout his entire life.

 

Malnutrition is a common phenomenon in Mizingo like in many rural areas where poverty reigns and where having unbalanced diet is better than having no food at all.

 

Many families depend on relief foods from the government and donor agency for their daily provisions but poor infrastructure and corrupt individuals have also made the rations minimal.

 

For now Baraka and Salama are counting their luck for being in the system that has provided the food that benefits the hungry mouths around them.

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SICKLE CELL AWARENESS LOW IN COAST PROVINCE

Lack of knowledge about the management of sickle cell among coastal residents has led to the continued suffering of children born with the disease.


Renowned pediatrician Dr. Rachael Kariuki noted that a large number of sickler children particularly those in rural settings continued to suffer in silence because of their parents’ ignorance and misinformation.

“Most parents are too scared to acknowledge the disease and some even lock up their children because they find it too embarrassing,” she said

Dr. Kariuki said that the current situation was unacceptable considering the fact that the region was among the places with high prevalence rates.

“The gravity of the situation is not realized yet people from the Coast and Nyanza regions are more predisposed to have the sickle gene than those in central,” said she

She lamented that though 3 out of every 1000 people suffer from sickle cell coastal superstitions and poverty have restricted the access to healthcare.

“Many children from poor households die of late diagnosis or die without being diagnosed even though sickle cell is an ordinary disease that can be managed like malnutrition and trauma,” she explained.

Though there is no known cure for the disease that causes red blood cells to form a rigid sickle shape and reduces the lifespan from the normal 120 days to between 10 and 20 days, advancement in technology and Medicare has helped bring comfort and normalcy in sickler children

Doctors normally prescribe medication to manage the disease and prevent severe complications. These drugs help increase the production of blood cells, manage pain and reduce the risk of certain infections. Parents are also advised to seek medical attention whenever their children suffer from attacks when the abnormal cells clog blood vessels.

Some developed countries have looked to bone marrow transplants to provide a normal life for sicklers, though the high cost, technicalities of finding the perfect match and the possibility that the child’s body might reject the transplanted bone marrow have made it less appealing.

Dr. Kariuki reiterated that unlike before where sickler children were condemned to dying early, modern medicine available in Kenya can help them grow to lead normal lives with medication and vaccination to prevent attacks.

“The oldest known person living with sickle cell in Kenya is 65 years, so there is hope for the little ones,” she said.

Pivate hospitals urged to care for rape and sodomy victims

Private hospitals within Coast Province have been urged to provide healthcare services to victims of sexually based violence(SBV).


According to a senior official in the Provincial Directo of medical services office,Dr Jenniffer Othigo,many private hospials shy away from offering the services because of the legalities and at times compleixites of the cases.

“ They turn away such patients at their doorstep because of the hospital policies even without caring to give basic first aid,” she said

Dr Othigo noted that many of the private hospitals were in a capacity to offer the best health care services to victims of rape, sodomy and defilement.

“These hospitals are well equipped,have competent staff and are able to secure donor funding easily.So it is not difficult for them to offer such services,” said she.

She added that the increase in sexual based violence cases within the region necessitated the need for an increase in provision of health care services.

“Private hospitals will be able to offer better care to the victims and this will reduce the crowding seen in most public hospitals and ensure provision of better quality of services across the board,” she said.

Othigo decried that a lot of time was lost as patients shuttled between private hospitals before they were reffered to public hospitals.

“The first 24 hours of health care for a sexually based violence victim determines whether or not the victim will survive and as such they should be able to acces the services anywhere,” she said

She revelead that the Coast General refferal hospital had registered 1076 defilement cases,406 rape cases and 311 sodomy cases of persons aged two years and above between 2007 and August 2011.

She further challenged private hospitals to provide the services for free in order to make them accessible to the common man.

“It will beat logic to have the services charged,they would do better in offering them for free on a more humnitarian basis,” she said.

She revealed that many of the victims did not accces health care services for fear of being stigmatised and having private hospitals offering such services would go along way in reducing social stigma.

“Many cases of rape and defilement are reported to the Nairobi women’s hospital because victims are assured of quality health services and it is time we do the same for the coastal region,” added Dr Othigo.

Breast Cancer Awareness

2011 has seen Kenyans become more aware of the adverse effects that cancer can have on one’s health. The year begun with medical services minister Prof. Anyang Nyong’o admitting in the media that he had been diagnosed with prostate cancer and taking time of his ministerial duties to seek treatment abroad.


Then came the 9 year old media magnet princess Rose Nasimiyu who was at that tender cage diagnosed with leukemia or cancer of the blood. The effects of the cancer treatment chemotherapy being evident in every of her appearances until she lost her hair. But the optimism she radiated not only through her song ‘I believe’ put forth her determination to beat the cancer.

Most recently the world mourned the death of the first African woman Nobel Peace prize winner Prof. Wangari Muta Maathai who succumbed to ovarian cancer.

Statistics shows the alarming rate at which cancer is spreading throughout the country.50 people die on a daily basis succumbing to the various forms of cancer while 82,000 are diagnosed with the disease annually.

Cancer treatment is still unaffordable to many of the people particularly those living in rural and urban informal settlements. Worse still there are very few trained oncologists (doctors) to deal with cancer treatment because of the cost involved.

Pressure has been put on the government from all quarters in order to declare cancer a national disaster in order to subsidize cost of treatment and management of patients.

So far a national cancer control strategy was passed in August but the challenge would be for MPs to show their commitment in fighting the scourge by enacting the Draft Cancer Bill and Strategy in order to provide a comprehensive framework for treatment and control of cancer and cardiovascular diseases.

Breast and cervical cancers are the most common forms in women while prostate and stomach cancers dominate among the men.

According to the Nairobi cancer registry breast cancer is the number one killer of women aged between 35 and 55. Between 80% -90% of the patients go for consultations when they are in the advance stages 3 and 4 of the cancer. Much of the appalling treatments like chemotherapy and mastectomy (removal of breast) can be avoided with early diagnosis of the disease.

A tribute to a true heroine

The night was long for her and more so for her family members after she succumbed to the long battle with cancer.

Very few people speak of her fight with cancer perhaps because she always wanted to keep that part of her life secret, perhaps because we all wanted to know her as the brave woman soldier who did more than fight for what she believed in.

Her life has always been about struggles cancer was not the only battle she ever fought. The greatest battle for me would be her achievement of bring the first woman in east Africa to receive a PHD in 1971 a time when very few people considered the education of women as important.

More intriguing is her doctorate specialization in anatomy.at that time teaching nursing and agriculture was the engineering law and medicine of today. Why did she choose to go the anatomy way?

Perhaps because she was different set apart to go against the grain.

Her book Unbowed captures most of her other struggles in politics, activism and environmental conservation.

So strong were her opinions that her husband filed for a divorce in 1979 on the grounds that she was too strong willed and opinionated for him to control her.

Most memorable would be the spirited fight she put against the plans to set up a mighty complex in Uhuru gardens.

Yes or for the times she cried and begged for the conservation of Karura forest. She mobilized women in Kenya not to think ‘traditional’ bowing to the every command of the men. No wander former president dedicated a speech for her to shut up and behave like other women.

Much will be said following her demise but it is best for us to keep the memory of the true heroine alive.

I salute you Prof. Wangari Muta Mathai

BLACK MONDAY

I guess this is the worst part of being a journalist. Seeing people hurting and not being able to do anything about it. Not by choice but forced by circumstances. I watch as scores of people are rushed in ambulances, personal vehicles and matatus to the nearest hospitals for medical attention having sustained up to 90% degree burns. I am not a medic but those kinds of burns a very hard to recover from. Tears are streaming and I can only be glad that I am watching the events of the black Monday unfold while I am 500kms away. Selfish it might seem but, I don’t think that if I were covering that news piece, I would do it objectively. Even the première was devastated by what he saw at the Sinai slums. Today’s tragedy is the worst of fire tragedies that have been seen in a while. Bodies burnt beyond recognition, hundreds left homeless.it is almost time for children to go home from their first day in school after teacher’s called of their strike yesterday, but some of these children will have nowhere to call home and no parent to return to because of the black Monday tragedy. After Sachangwan it would have been evident that Kenyans would learn from it and forget the idea of siphoning fuel altogether. The truth is many of us never learn and if we do we try to rationalize the chances of the events happening to us as very few. Imagine the thoughts of the woman running with a three litre jerican to siphon fuel to sell: at least my children will have food for the next few weeks. She is among the many whose bodies have been burnt beyond recognition. But even then innocent blood was spilled, that of those who had no intentions of getting rich quick from the illicit sale of spilt fuel. The fire caught them of guard in their homes or maybe in their sleep. It is even more tragic that many people will not know if their family members are among those who perished for a little while longer as confirming with the busy hospitals the victims have been referred to will be difficult. The Kenyatta National Hospital is in dire need of blood donation if it is to help the more than seventy people that have been admitted to their hospital from the fire. The least we can do is donate!

BEING A JOURNALIST

When you want something real bad nothing deters you from achieving it even when skeptics say that it is practically impossible.

When I made my first application to the Standard Group, I knew that I was doing the right thing.so right was I that I made three more applications with one being sent by a courier service just in case the others got lost in the mail.

Finally the call for me to go for an interview came, I expected to be heading to Nairobi but that is hard to come by especially if your postal address reads Mombasa.

Nothing I ever learnt in class prepared me for my first day at the bureau. I got to the office and apart from a few pleasantries there was not much that I got form the other journalists.

I sat there in the newsroom keeping myself busy with every newspaper I could get a hold of as journalist after another walked out to an assignment.
In less than half an hour the office was empty, everyone was out in the field but I just sat there all cold and lonely like a mortuary.

But around midday they started streaming in each punching away their stories to beat the newspaper, television and radio deadlines. Everyone seeking their on space if I had made my maiden entrance at that particular time I would have mistaken that office for a madhouse.

When I left the office that evening I prayed to God that the next day would not be another cold room experience. I vividly recall my first day in the field I accompanied one of the journalist to an assignment feeling very accomplished.

When we got to the office he did his story and I was left hanging, someone challenged me to write my story and then later on compare it with his. I wrote it the first time, and rewrote it three more times because I had missed the angle.

I accompanied other journalists to assignments in days that followed and with time learnt how to pick out the most news worthy angles in the story.
Soon I was going on assignments on my own, doing stories for both print and radio used to the pressures of meeting deadlines.

The diary in the office where assignments are noted can helped in planning but there was still a large possibility that a bigger story could break at any minute anytime anywhere and at that moment you would have to drop whatever you were doing, and go for that story regardless.

Working irregular hours for six days a week could not surpass the joy of waking up every morning not knowing what the future holds for that day. The thrill of walking into that office compared only to walking into an abyss of possibilities and uncertainty.

The day my lecturer came to asses me, a big story had broken in the early morning, the police had nabbed a drug haul and arrested suspects. We did not have time to talk for long because my editor sent me for an assignment almost immediately.

For the six months that I was there I was exposed to a lot that goes on in the journalistic world and learnt how to report on different beats from health to business, form courts to science, more so on human interest stories.

It was not always a bed of roses; there were times when I would get to the house at midnight or even later than that because there was a story that need to be covered. Times when I had to give up my off day to go to the office an file a story that I covered late into the night.

I quickly networked with other journalists and joined various media association like Association of Media Women in Kenya (AMWIK), Media for Science Health and Agriculture (MESHA) and the Kenya Correspondents Association which have provided me with numerous opportunities to train and invaluable information which I used in writing stories.

Being a journalist is passion driven and working in any organization let alone mainstream media provides and adequate opportunity for one to expose themselves.

My outfit was the Standard Group which helped expose writing abilities that I hardly knew existed. But even without the outfit I am still a journalist and that is why I am currently freelancing until I get the next outfit that fits perfectly.

I became a journalist the minute I decided to follow my dream and am glad that through it all I never looked back.

GLAD TO BE HOME

She walks with her head high, briskly sauntering through the streets of Mombasa county, taking each step with pride.

27 year old Beatrice Muni Wambua knows quite well how good it is to be home surrounded by loved ones.

The last six months have been the worst of her life an ordeal in the Arab world that she would rather forget.

When an agent who still lives in their neighborhood approached her with a job offer in January as a house help in Saudi Arabia that would pay Ksh 16,000 monthly, Muni jumped for the opportunity.

“I didn’t think twice it seemed like such a lucrative offer after unsuccessfully searching for a job for more than six years,” she said.

She had never been out of the country before and was worried that the opportunity would pass her by because she lacked a passport.

Her agent reassured her that it could be arranged for and managed to secure her one in a week’s time.

“She was very concerned, she got me the passport took me to Nairobi and made sure that I had boarded the plane to Saudi Arabia,” she recalled.

When Muni set foot in the foreign country she realized that she was not the only Kenyan who had sought for those greener pastures.

“When I arrived at the airport, I realized there were several girls like me. We were picked and housed in a big room in Sakaka until each of our employers came to pick us” she says.

The agents who coordinated their arrival ,ensured the househelps were safely delivered to their employers and hers was a two week stay.

She began working for her Arabian employer in the month of February and did all the house chores with much diligence even as the work load became overbearing.

“When I first got into the house I was given long deras and headscarfs that I had to wear every day, you cannot wear jeans you have to wear clothes that hide your figure because the women fear you can seduce their husbands.”

Like other girls, Muni was often scolded by her employer, abused and belittled before guests and children even when the house chores were done to perfection.

“She was quite jealous and would treat me badly, yet I was not interested in her husband.She would quarrel me while I stood their crying until her husband interefered.”

Real trouble began in May when she demanded to be paid her three month salary to send to her parents back in Kenya.

“The mistreatment worsened, the chores increased as she said that she wanted me to finish two years before she could pay my salary in lumpsum,” she says

Muni’s adamant defiant led to another drastic turn in the already strained relationship with her employer.

“I was so frustrated and did not even eat for days, then one morning she just woke up threw all my belongings out from the balcony and kicked me out of her house,” she says.

At that moment the reality of being stranded in a foreign country hit hard.
After two days of seeking directions with the few arabic words she had learnt, Muni managed to get to the police station in Sakaka.

“I recounted my ordeal and stayed in the police cells until the day my employer would come, pay for my air ticket and return my confisticated travel documents,” she said.

According to muni the police station was filled with poor girls of all races,mostly philipinos and Africans who had sought refuge after escaping mistreatment in the hands of employers.

For three weeks Muni stayed at the police station, her family in Mombasa remained worried as there was no way to communicate.

“I talked to my mother last,when I was kicked out,saying I was safe even though I did not know where to goand that my phone would go off because it had no charge,” she says

Her employer finally softened heart and came to the station handing her the passport and airfare but no pay.

Muni had to take three connect flights to get to Kenya and then a bus to reach home but that did not damppen the joy she continued to feel about her homecoming.

“When I got to Nairobi I called home to say I would arrive the following day. It was so overwhelming to see my whole family had come to the bus station that I fainted.”

An Everyday Miracle

Everyone everywhere is searching for a miracle. For doors to open so that they can get their hearts desires. To get a job, to get married, an education, a house, a promotion or the much longed for child to hold in their arms.
Sometimes our desires become the driving force of our religion the basis of our faith. The misconception that if we pray harder, go to church more faithfully, pay tithe then God will be able to meet the desires of our hearts.
Christianity today has been watered down by televangelism that continues to preach the gospel of harvests; you plant a seed for the lord and sow your miracle.
I may not be in a position to talk from a theological perspective neither am I ordained but I hold true the view that at times we struggle too hard to see the presence of God in our lives that we fail to see the evidence that He portrays on a day to day basis.
When our faith is tested we wait to see the one miracle that can prove to us that we are not forsaken, not forgotten that as He promised in His word to never leave us (Joshua 1:5).He is by our side.
We want a constant reassurance that He is somewhere in the background working things out for us because we believe in Him and that all in the end will be well.
But if we take a moment to block out the noises around us, to sit in a quiet place and listen. Then in that moment of silence we will feel the ultimate miracle; the heartbeat.
Even the greatest of scientists cannot begin to comprehend its workings. A heart begins to beat as a child grows in their mother’s womb and only stops at His command.
Every night when we go to bed we have the confidence that we will wake up the following morning and continue with building the nation. But there is no reassurance just hope, because several people( some of whom we might know well about) have died in their sleep.
But each morning when you wake and you can feel your heart beat then you are assured of His presence because He has given you the miracle of seeing a new day.
Even when things seem tough, even when nothing is going your way give thanks because you receive your miracle each day.

LETS SAVE A LIFE

Skin sagging, sunken eyes, bonny cheekbones and frail looking bodies of hunger stricken people have been the headlines for the last five days.
Portraying only a fraction of the grotesque situation of drought that hit Kenya’s arid and semi arid areas. No one has been spared old men, women and children in the northern parts of Kenya savor for just one meal among the many that others gulp in mouthfuls.
A section of the media went further ahead to depict exactly how severe the situation has gotten: a television featured a young child who crawling on dry land that has cracked from loss of moisture under the hot suns’ rays. The child appearing too frail to walk but struggling to crawl perhaps trying to run away from the hungry vulture just waiting for him to die.
Another a photo of a woman who had been the face of the story of hunger when it first broke in the newspapers now deceased after succumbing to hunger.
So moving are the pictures that the journalists through the media owners association and some corporate began an initiative to save the millions of people that are faced with death due the continued lack of food dubbed Kenyans for Kenya.
So far the initiative has managed to raise 40 million shillings in a span of two days making the needed 500 million to save more than 3.5 million people saved with hunger.
The situation is drastic and needs drastic measures yet the persons responsible for undertaking the measures seat in their comfort zones of fill oblivious of the harsh realities.
Perhaps it is the reason for being left out of the campaigns to raise funds for the starving Kenyans.
Perhaps another excuse to abdicate their responsibilities.
Evidently continual blame on wrong policies will not in the immediate future save the lives that are poised with this great threat.
It is time for immediate action, send in your contribution, via MPESA (Pay bill number 111111; account number 11111) or deposit in KCB Account No. 1133333338.
Let’s save a life!

politics' dirty tricks

our politicians keep on proving time and time again to ordinary citizenry that we can not handle our internal affairs.corruption cases continue to be rampant despite numerous promises by to fight it at all costs.
public service officers have been scrambled for and been made partisan with constant referrals to ethnicity
how many times have we seen them saying that their tribes are being targeted that their are political assassins out to end their careers that their tribes have waited so long to have a piece of that national cake
they forget so soon that the path they are taking was what brought about the post election violence and the internally displaced persons who until now have notg yet been ressetled
it is a pity that these politicians view us as puppets to be toyed around with.they group themselves into opposing factions and declare war against each other in the public eye but behind the scenes they wine and dine with each other at any possible opportunity.
the results innocent Kenyans are turned against each other and at the worst end up killing each other.
Kenyans need to rise above this trivial stupidity

education in kenya

with the current comments made by our learned members of parliament in Kenya and most recently by the minister of education there is need for divine intervention.with the introduction of the free primary education eight years ago parents and other stake holders thought it a relief int the provision of the much needed primary education however with time this has come to be a complete contrast.the number of students that have been enrolled into this system of basic education has more than tripled while the necessary support infrastructure has remained stagnant.the result an overstretched teaching staff and students who are barely shifting through school.some ridiculous bill is yet to be placed in parliament in order to abolish the national examination system that allows students to go on to secondary education.if this is done how are we to grade and quantify these students whose numbers continue to increase with time?will there be another examination system that will replace KCPE as was the case in 1984?or will have students aimlessly proceeding from one class to the next without any grading system whatsoever.it is time that Kenyans let professionals handle matters pertaining to ministerial posts and positions.it is embittering to see politicians fight against KCPE when many of their children have either studied abroad or gone through the British curriculum.if the bill is to be passed then children of the common mwananchi will be left to suffer.the move by the minister to reduce the number of private students going to national high schools is absurd.for one most these children come from humble backgrounds and were able to study only because education was free.unless good economic support structures are established these children might end up being kicked from the school due to unpaid fee arrears.locking out students from private schools who have succeeded is punishing the wrong culprit these children are guilty of only working hard and passing their exams so why punish them by not allowing them into their high schools of choice?the ministry should rather focus on reducing the disparity between public and private schools and improving the quality of education.