http://muchia.tigblog.org/ What's on the minds of young leaders from around the globe? en-us http://muchia.tigblog.org/post/467043
Love and affection! It is necessity of life, that what we never understood he needed. Because everyone needs a meaningful contact or connection with others. It is through interpersonal relationship that we reach out for others in an attempt to meet each others social life and support through the many curves of life. The need for contact and inclusion is so evident that currently there are more than 10,000 social websites including facebook, TIG, tagged, friendster you name them. With the globalization the mobile technologies, internet and media the interpersonal relationship have gone to a new level, almost heading to an autistic society where the technologies is overtaking face to face relationships.

The inclusion has all to do with the varying degree by which we need to establish and maintain a feeling of mutual interest with other people. We want others to pay attention to us, take time to understand us and be considered normal like others people. Have you ever experienced how it feels to be invited last in a team? Or been ignored in a friends group and conversations? The feeling of rejection critically demoralize our perception of who we are or the self concept. To have a false consciousness that one is unlovable and unfitting leads to personality inferiority complex. That why people will do crazy things just to prove that they are not zombies and that they need attention too, like getting into drugs, aggression or even anti social behaviors, clothing and styles. These are just a few of attention seeking behaviors. The unsatisfying interpersonal relationship leads to loneliness and then depression.

Every human needs to establish and maintain a satisfactory influence and power in any relationship, when the control need is unmet then we feels like the other person doesn’t respect or value our abilities, that they perceive us to be incompetent. And then there is affection, this involves a need to give or receive love and experience emotional close contact. Less than that one feels unlovable and that people avoid us, however if there is a pleasant experience of affection especially during childhood attachment which influences positively the future approach of decision making, self concept and relationship, then it is easy to handle relationship and recognize that not everyone one meet will necessarily care for him/her the same way as others.

Everyone experiences emotions though it varies with it pleasantness or unpleasantness. Chronic intense emotional if not addressed leads to severe psychological disorders e.g frequent episodes of stress leads to depression and uncontrolled anger is mostly deviated to innocent victims “the last straw syndrome”. Our feelings affects relationships for good or worse, only when direct attention is paid to the same are we able to commit ourselves, have courage and skills to express the pleasant or unpleasant feelings that when a healthy relationship is achieved.

By reaching out for someone, having an effective communication, expressing empathic understand and giving support and courage, we enhance the essence of life i.e. love. So next time someone tries to reach out for you, take time to listen and extend a helping hand. You might be breaking someone’s self rejection cycle and probably that is the blueprint for helping the psycho-social products system we label and stigmatize as insane. For sure they lives among us, this people are us.
]]> Sat, 30 Aug 2008 13:02:00 EDT http://muchia.tigblog.org/post/467043 -0.9666667 36.9166667-0.966666736.9166667 http://muchia.tigblog.org/post/443569 The riots in Kenya secondary schools as witness in the past month reflects a need for the society and all the concerned parties to change attitudes and seriously evaluate efficacy of our schools in terms of structural and administration. With more than 300 secondary going on rampage and leaving a trail of damages, one student lost life, and scores injured. This has caused a public outcry with everyone blaming one another. In the wake of the crisis, many factors have been associated as the cause of the mayhem, however some of the recommendation should surely be given a second thought for instance the decision of the minister for education to ban televisions, DVDs and mobile phones can be a good measure but short-lived solution. The copycat phenomenon is probably a major cause as the students copied what others were doing by seeing the news and use of mobile phones, however the mass media have been there and they will still be using the same at homes.

The society has to reinforce good and positive moral development first for the students to conventional air their grievances. If the society is to go by what we witness during the post elections crisis, that now it is an order of the day to use violence and destructions to be heard, then the modeling impels the student to imitate the same.
The changing social roles and social disorganization as a result of unsatisfactory parenting is another cause, the decline of family roles especially the parents in a child primary socialization whereby the children are spend most time in day care center, boarding schools and other institutions provides a ground of differential association. The child learns from diverse environment such as peers, but the major responsibility of such institutions are not based on child development on bases of family oriented values and norms hence not so much effective. By the virtue of a child growing with lack of good models and negative influence increases probability of drug abuse and aggression behaviors in children.

The youths need models, psychological presence of the parents and a working system of administration in schools. The 8.4.4 system should be evaluated and modified to avoid burdening. The relationship between the parents, society, teachers and the students should be enhanced and good communication comes in handy. The moral values and norms enhancement should be aimed at helping individual student to change and have positive self-esteem and good perception. However, there is a need to use effectively rules and regulations in schools just as the laws are used for social control. The indiscipline students should be given a punishment on variation of wrong acts; this will work as deterrence and should be stipulated and reasonable to serve it purpose. The fear of punishment deters criminality behaviors.
]]> Thu, 31 Jul 2008 12:21:00 EDT http://muchia.tigblog.org/post/443569 -0.9666667 36.9166667-0.966666736.9166667 http://muchia.tigblog.org/post/394191 it was a timeless bomb yet when it exploded
i startle woke laughing like a psycho, recalling it
i was a walking in a path trudging on mud
couldn't go for the shortcuts filled with deceits and fallacies.
And i whistled a tune of a nursery rhyme
as words thumped on chest talking of many rivers to cross
bridges to rebuild, of miles of frustrations howling like hyenas
wanted to sing and pledge for hoe to scare famine to history,
threads to mend the stratified society of classes,
and piece of mind least the hard pity logged on my skull got me mad.
I wanted to shout and let everybody know how it feels,
To lack and hate,despair and turn to crime.
And the pleasure and Peace of actualization
but I was muffed and the opportunities placed in a high selves
locked in safes of bureaucracy in our systems.
Yet I was determined to go all the way up with hope and no shortcuts.
It felt like Midnight summer and I was sad to wake to indolent reality.]]> Sun, 22 Jun 2008 10:18:00 EDT http://muchia.tigblog.org/post/394191 -0.9666667 36.9166667-0.966666736.9166667 http://muchia.tigblog.org/post/372817 Sat, 17 May 2008 08:45:00 EDT http://muchia.tigblog.org/post/372817 -0.9666667 36.9166667-0.966666736.9166667 http://muchia.tigblog.org/post/369063 With a voice of man; you built empire on Mt Zion.
Music of your soul like prophesy reveled.
Songs of awe still stirring the bushes like a lion.
Only if we could capture them within our very souls.

If we could understand and take the visions.
And apply the glow within searching a little deeper.
In the soul beneath our skins for redemption.
Know what you stood for and shed that abroad.
With your wisdom logged over our palates for emancipation.

From recurrent grave your voice echoes with blossom.
Stirring it up, jamming as with iron like a lion in Zion.
We shed our gloved grief punched hearts to loom.
Spreading rhymes of liberation in likeness of your kindness.


May there lie within each one of us your soldier heart.
When this is used in teaching and touching others.
Then your great inspirations and dreams overflow.

BOB NESTA MARLEY
You still live in our hearts through your music.
Born Feb, 6th 1945 – Died May, 11th 1981.
]]> Sat, 10 May 2008 04:48:00 EDT http://muchia.tigblog.org/post/369063 -0.9666667 36.9166667-0.966666736.9166667 http://muchia.tigblog.org/post/359703
Mr. Tall Giraffe the managing director,
Would always be late for business meetings.
Tying some hundreds ties on his long neck.

Brigadier Lion would look majestic.
Wearing a military uniform; striped with stars and medals
.walking majestically and been saluted at every corner.

Constable Millipede would never make it in Military.
Thousand blacks boots to polish every morning.
He would always burrow on earth to avoid inspection.

The hippie Monkey would look mischievous.
Wearing in funny places; like inners on the head.
And will have patches; torn while jumping on trees.

A Bat would look cool upside down.
But would have hard time wearing glasses.
Or always wearing clothes upside down.

Sir Buffalo would have a strange hat.
Entwined on the curved horns or wear shades.
Green shaded probably to see green pastures even when drought.

The Snake family would not need a wardrobe.
Shedding their clothes at any place in the jungle.
And would never know Mr. Tortoise the shoes cobbler.

Miss Peacock would be a famous beauty pageant.
Wearing colorful scarlet and proud catwalks.
She would definitely be the dazzling miss jungle world.

What a fashion in the jungle world.
]]> Sun, 20 Apr 2008 12:25:00 EDT http://muchia.tigblog.org/post/359703 -0.9666667 36.9166667-0.966666736.9166667 http://muchia.tigblog.org/post/359701 In a cold evening whistling; me a toddler tagging her.
Every stitch bounded with great love to cover me.
Through stormy nights her heart never changed.
She carried me for nine heavy months.
And wiped tears to get me a home and bread.
With honest hands of lovely caring touch.

She taught me to have good friends.
Respect all ages with no pain and gain.
Even through her pouring she is always there.
Listening to my storms with great understanding.
When my heart wanders and things fall apart.
When soul aches and spirit shut, she is by my side.

I wish I could pay back for she color my world.
But least I can do is to love her more everyday.
And may I inherit just half her caring heart.
As I strive to be the best she wished me.
Mama! I love you; you always touch my soul.
]]> Sun, 20 Apr 2008 12:24:00 EDT http://muchia.tigblog.org/post/359701 -0.9666667 36.9166667-0.966666736.9166667 http://muchia.tigblog.org/post/359699 After impatient months of cradling years.
The sun busted through vaulted azure skies.
Refracting rays of warm hope inclusion.
On my envious face; splendid like the summer.
I spotted you among all else: walking briskly.
With flowing and steady stride: I gaped.

Our eyes meet and mine wouldn’t wander no more.
I trembled and fluttered from an incredible lure.
Like a dejavu or walking back from illus ional dreams.
The sensations pungent plumbing; I had to say hello.
Wanted to catch it and clutch it forever.
The dust turned gold as we patted ways.

If I was Immortelles; I would have flied with you.
Or climb into your mind to make it right and real.
I swim in ocean of visions; curiously wishing the incredible.
That which impels me to know I was not wrong.
For your eyes blazing an effulgent light in my world.
And your soft voice revel your glory and innocence.
Like an incessant song only heard in dreams.
I knew it was true; what I hold inside me.
Only I couldn’t make you see my pure intentions.

Inwardly grateful; my heart pray for patience.
Like a farmer waiting for a fruitful season.
I sworn to cultivate, mould and make it splendid.
My voice stutter; so I write in language of dreams.
Until rivers flows; I wait and I’m okay with that.
For my heart dance like Nairobi gone mad.


]]> Sun, 20 Apr 2008 12:22:00 EDT http://muchia.tigblog.org/post/359699 -0.9666667 36.9166667-0.966666736.9166667 http://muchia.tigblog.org/post/339629 Unstaunched wounds of wars would open fresh.
With memories of pledges and battles of deliverance.
The freedom fighters who sworn patriotism.
Tears would drip from eyes round with amazement.
Brothers fighting one another; what of loyalty?
Had the land not been fought for with enough blood?
Shed by unknown warriors now in unmarked graves.

They hoisted the flag of freedom; A colorful banner.
Red as of gusto blood; shed by unsung heroes.
Green as the lush nature rugged cloak; our Lands.
Black as Jade; for united people blessed with a skin.
White as of the snow on Mt Kenya; for Peace and Love.

Now sad echoes grappling every corner leaves unknown pain.
Gnawing my entity; what happened to the togetherness.
Kenya the land of my birth, bleeds with violence sobs.
Dirty fat hands straddling people with injustice, no nice.
Letting people die for their egocentric missions.

I rise from unnamed grave; with muffled voice.
To be a voice of the voiceless; From Kenya with Love.
If you are with me, take your place besides me.
And rejoice with a perspicuous heart.
Kenya our motherland; Let no Man evil against a kin.
Live in brotherhood; let peace upon Kenya.
]]> Fri, 29 Feb 2008 04:27:00 EST http://muchia.tigblog.org/post/339629 -0.9666667 36.9166667-0.966666736.9166667 http://muchia.tigblog.org/post/335461 Sat, 16 Feb 2008 09:20:00 EST http://muchia.tigblog.org/post/335461 -0.9666667 36.9166667-0.966666736.9166667 http://muchia.tigblog.org/post/321297 Thoughts from the dead silent night.
You cam at my window; poising like a model.
Your eyes scares; big and shining green light.
Flapping as a June bug; on the minds panels.
Me! A young lad, sit on a creaky chair as in flight.
In a self caged mind, with a bulb glaring lonely.
Amazed at your persistence quiver, to be let in.

I shout wishing you were gone to drain.
And fall back to my lazy illusions and dreams.
So agile you dance; like a sycophant on meadow.
Flossing magic colors as on an auditorium showdown.
I opened my heart; to bargain for your offer.
Flood in like a torch beam; taking over in stride.
A dawning realization; you talk jiggling like coppers.

Glinting like cellophane; in a rhythm of impeccable plight.
Then like a flickering candle on a windy desert.
You are gone as you came; into the ghostly night.
Left a web of encryption; ways of hidden treasures.
I sworn to sacrifice your image; on the altar of art.

Doodling like a scalloping eagle; poems of my visions.
Seeking refuge under breasts of they mighty kingdom.
Lost in a maze of dream land; trudging every four seasons.
When imaginations cluster with memories for wisdom.
Softly whispering; the voices of uncelebrated passion.
On the Altar of Poetry; I perish with own reasons.
]]> Fri, 11 Jan 2008 02:51:00 EST http://muchia.tigblog.org/post/321297 -0.9666667 36.9166667-0.966666736.9166667 http://muchia.tigblog.org/post/321295 Silent breeze sweep over blue sky vast.
Sea waves rock from a distance in a hearty dance.
On miles of sandy shores; a man walk in haste.
Calling for an African daughter; carried away by waves.
Over the seas rocking boat; with pads of passion.
Whisperings a sweet name to the monsoon winds.

Soul scarred in vast deserted loneliness.
He weep to miss magi touch of loveliness.
Wishing for wings to fly near
Almond eyes watered looks inside a lone heart.
Tears imbue soul for precious time now hurts.

World is quite; no more melodious laughter.
Neither the plumbing sensation of nature’s violin strings.
Nor half moon smile of an African lass.
Memories embalmed in heart since that day of spring.
Visions and hopes lives on in fading twilights.
]]> Fri, 11 Jan 2008 02:50:00 EST http://muchia.tigblog.org/post/321295 -0.9666667 36.9166667-0.966666736.9166667 http://muchia.tigblog.org/post/321293 As mountains gleam in lush green dawn.
Under bronze Sunshine; listen to rivers flow.
Your name embroiled in a peaceful lawn.
My crumbling faith recovers; from fit blows.
Words tumble in cold prints of memory drawn.
Recording your fame; language of twisted dream.

Kenya ! The humblest pride of Dark Continent .
Who thou art bestowing on us; Our Motherland.
Remember when we marveled at thou calmness.
And danced to nature’s music of calm souls.
Quivering in one rhythm; dancing with our hearts.
And joined hands; brows sweating brown.
Bending as bow; in a willful toil.

Today venturing into now impersonal cities.
Mothers wails; lamenting destroyed creation.
Among debris children’s sobs; lost and orphaned.
Lots of youths turning lost youths; it’s painful.
Brothers hunting other selves; strikes and leave to die.
Clenching wet brown soil; yet sworn forgiveness.


What happened then? That we fight our blood.
Blinded as bat; galloping like wild horses.
Stomping on innocent backs; betting on lives.
Irked with heart refusal, I seek harmony from Above.
Lord! We need you now more than ever.

When Love goes out of gears,
I’m urged to cry on bend- ed knees.
Where on thou Mountains is our Citadel?
What clock shall register our walled patience?
Or which caroling dawn will ripen our hopes.

Like birds hoisting for freedom,
I fly out on vast blueness; chirping music of peace.
Afar beyond skyline; preaching unity and harmony.
In a joy of a dawning new start; reconciliation.
And contemplate on a lone commandment.
“Thou shall Love your Neighbors as Yourself.”

May Peace Reign in My Beloved Country Kenya .]]> Fri, 11 Jan 2008 02:48:00 EST http://muchia.tigblog.org/post/321293 -0.9666667 36.9166667-0.966666736.9166667 http://muchia.tigblog.org/post/321291 Skylarks flying with broken wings; chirping sad music.
Down the valleys; cries evoke usual quite dawn.
A whole village rise to mourn; innocent terror mystic.
Shaking heads in indolence disbelief; like unreal dreams.
Men cry brave tears; sad tales of doom.

Misleader eloquently preach water drinking wine.
Drawing thick line apart and around themselves.
Then bounders among brothers of deed and in need.
When smoke blew down the valleys of shanties.
They took refuge in grandiose secured palaces.
Sleeping in ignorant bliss; drunk with power stupor.
Between two make a clear comparison.

It could have been just marvels of creation.
Being Nilotes, Cushites or Bantus.
Tall or short, black and brown, all as one.
Our image in a mirror. Branches on one tree.
Above all we are of same tribe; Kenyans.



I gazed this sunny morning.
Thinking as a young boy; the intangible dreams.
Wishing armors were farming tools.
Toiling and molding our fertile green earth.
Singing our own songs; working till sun down.
Shaking hands in generous humanity.

Walking down by the riverside at dusk.
Listening to humming bees; birds singing in glee.
Whispering a prayer and Litanies of Love.
“Blessed be Kenya! May Peace be upon you.”
Then wait for glorious day; when all shall unite.
Armed with grace; building what we but dream.

Forever Kenya! Forever Kenyans.
]]> Fri, 11 Jan 2008 02:42:00 EST http://muchia.tigblog.org/post/321291 -0.9666667 36.9166667-0.966666736.9166667