REHANA BLOGS

I think the best place is home. My home. I don't mean that as in, home is where the heart is, or all those other idiotic idioms that have no place in this post. I mean that home, my home, is just simply the best place I've ever been to. The best part: The Sunrise and the Sunset. Every day brings different hues brightening up the sky, livening up the horizon, vividly tracing individual cloud linings into a majesty of form and color. I don't know, the imagery does seem very inadequate, but perhaps that's the best I can do. Here it is. A Sunset at my place.

Wanna study, can't. Wanna write, can't. Wanna party, can't. Wanna freak out over something, can't. Lol... Lots of things I can't do at the moment... Hopefully, that will alter in some time (no point in stressing it, right?) :) Whats the probability that a guy wearing a t-shirt that reads 'It's all fun and games till the cops show up' gets caught by the cops for driving without a license? Read: 1 in 200000. So what's the probability that I would know this guy? Nil. You'd think so. You'd be right? Nope.. You'd be wrong.. LOL! What's the probability that in one hostel, two people boiling water in an electric kettle can trip a fuse that causes power to fluctuate and cause one certain person's mobile charger to give up the battle against the sudden infusion of juice into its system? Nil? Wrong. There's no way I can do this to yet ANOTHER phone. First one: Lost. Second: Stolen. Third: Didn't luck out either. Why do I always hear...

As Barack Obama made history by getting elected the 44 th president of the United States , they yelled. They shouted. They cried. They laughed. They sobbed. And they sung. They clapped hands and hugged as Obama was proclaimed the winner. I’m not talking about the African- Americans. Nope. I’m talking about the Africans. The Kenyans. Those chaps who take pride in the fact that Obama is a son of Kenya . That Barack Hussein Obama Sr. was the one person in thirty million who sired the first black president of the United States : the seat of top power. It seems to be somewhat of an irony that the first black president of the US isn’t someone whose family has suffered at the hands of the land or whose ancestors were once slaves but one whose whole life wasn’t governed by the concepts and dynamics of racism and whose roots are firmly entrenched in a small country on that vast continent that was once in the hands of the same white folks who applaud the coming of Obama to the highest s...

I've been reading a lot about Maya Angelou after a new friend from my hostel gave me Maya Angelou's six-pack biography. I loved it. I'm still not finished, but I have read the first two books of the series. The first one, I know why the caged bird sings, really captured my heart. I know its considered inspirational, and truth to tell, it WAS inspirational. I Googled up Maya Angelou, and discovered that she's a much more important person in the history of Black America than I previously thought. She's written quite a bit of poetry, but this one is one of my favorites. I hope you'll enjoy it too. PHENOMENAL WOMAN Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. I walk int...

Wow!!!! I just realized that it's been over 2 months since I last posted here. Well, an interesting tidbit for you guys: I've started an anonymous blog.:) It's quite the latest in political parody and the discrediting of some fellows on the world scene: MY WAY!!! Unfortunately, I've heard quite a bit about blog-haters turned stalkers, and since the situation in Kenya is a bit too volatile for anything of this level, I've had to keep it under wraps. But I do hope you Stumble Upon it someday, and get to enjoy it! As a matter of fact, I've had a few hundred hits already and its only been up a few days!:) Yay... Maybe now, Google Adsense will finally work for me!:) UPDATE: I've been on a travel rampage. Visited Nairobi for a coupla days (it was Fuckin Cold, then!), and went on to Nakuru, where it was remarkably hot! In Nakuru, spent a day at the Nakuru National Park, and if you're a friend, you've heard about the Rhino story. If you're not.. Too bad....

How many of us argue for the sake of arguing? I do it a lot. I don’t know. I just like the concept of knowing more than there is to know. Does that make sense? It’s not like I have fun annoying other people. Although maybe I do. We all do, right? I was having a chat with a friend the other day and he sort of mentioned that he hates arguing with people who think they’re right and aren’t willing to listen to a different viewpoint whatsoever. He feels, apparently, that if you know you’re right, you’ve got to have the facts to back up the fact that you know you’re right. Facts. Plural. Arguing over something when you’ve only one single solitary piece to stand up for you doesn’t count. Cut the crap. Move on. Tell me. Convince me that you’re right. And then maybe I’ll believe you. Or maybe I’ll come up with a stronger argument to support my case. At the very least, I’ll annoy you merely by disagreeing with the fact that you’re right. Wow. That was a lot of you’re right. Actually, the con...

How do you talk to someone about what you’re feeling at any particular moment and expect them to relate to you? How do you start writing a book when you have no idea what its going to be about? How do you meet the person you want to be with for the rest of your life for the first time in your life? How do you judge someone who’s done a horrible thing harshly and not understand the true concept of judgment? How do you ask someone to lie and cover for your mistake when you have no account of the entirety of the repercussions of that mistake? I know. So many questions. So many answers. So many choices. So many decisions. I start a discussion with someone and I know they can’t give me the perspective I want. They just can’t. Because what I’m asking from them is something they can’t give, not because they’ve never experienced it but because they’ve never thought it. I can count on one hand the people I know who are conscious of each decision they make, every time they make it. I’m not one o...