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Friday, January 30, 2009

The Absurdity of Killing Albinos for money




What's gotten into us on this continent? First it was the sexual abuse of toddlers and babies as a way of "curing" HIV/AIDS, then the murdering of boys, men, and women for body parts as a way of getting rich quick. Now, killing Albinos to use their body parts as juju to get rich quickly. My word, this is insane and it's a lie. What enjoyment does one get out of money or a "cure" that has cost someone else their life and/or dignity? We are made in the image of God, remember Abel and Cain. No blood goes unnoticed before the Lord. May this savagery stop.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Throwing all Caution to the Wind

For once the Buckaroo will do what doesn't come naturally with so much ease.

Today I went to a funeral. A dear friend of mine lost his father. As I looked at the casket I thought to myself, "He's gone, forever, that's it." Looking around at his family and the people gathered there it was very clear that he had achieved much before he died.

The Buckaroo then thought to herself, have I accomplished what at my age I should have? This is a new year and I'm setting about to live this year, I mean really LIVE. Of course God is still in control and He won't ever retire or need any advice from me (I do have some tips from time to time though and He throws them all out
:-(, tsk, tsk, tsk). I have learned that I need to do what He gives me to do and not shy away. And one of those things is being REAL to His glory.

For starters I will declare that I have ditched the oh so "careful" life of 2008 and before. I will now tell it like it is, both to myself and to the next person. Some of the things I'm setting out to do (and doing some right now) I will share on here. As I read at Cole Valley so do I want my tombstone to read:

Here lies the Buckaroo
She aspired to inspire
So she inspired until
she expired

And more stuff ofcourse, my quote of the year:

"Don't refuse to go on an occasional wild goose chase. That's what wild geese are for." Anon.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Sore Feet


Some call this BF 1212
some call it the Jesus-mobile
I call it walking
that's what I do

Now more than I did
the distances seem longer
perhaps it's Lilongwe
it's just plain broader

My feet are sore
My legs ache
a bike is better
but it's not fair weather
yet

Some call it BF 1212
some call it the Jesus-mobile
I call it walking
that's what I do

It's a work out alright
much more appreciated
when it's time to stand on the scale
than when it's time to stand up again and face the road

My feet are sore
My legs acheSome call this BF 1212
some call it the Jesus-mobile
I call it walking
that's what I do

Monday, January 12, 2009

e-mail forward...

21 st Century....

We are becoming less by the day

Our communication - Wireless
Our dress - Topless
Our telephone - Cordless
Our cooking - Fireless
Our youth - Jobless
Our food - Fatless
Our labour - Effortless
Our conduct - Worthless
Our relation - Loveless
Our attitude - Careless
Our feelings - Heartless
Our politics - Shameless
Our education - Valueless
Our follies - Countless
Our arguments - Baseless
Our Job - Thankless
Our Salary - Very Very less
Our emails - useless (especially this one)!

source: ffwd

Sunday, January 4, 2009

My 2 ¢ on T.I.'s "Whatever You Like"


I was a disciple of the school of thought that believed cell phones were for one thing, communication so I never did much exploration on these mini computers. During Christmas break a friend of mine suggested I try out a mobile-friendly site that was reputedly good for downloads. Being a newbie, I browsed two sites. My phone was made in the Middle-East so the first site only offered mp3 downloads that I'm not familiar with, they had other stuff too but it was suitable for the Middle-East and South Africa. When I went to the site my homez recommended, it was like wonderland, so much choice! (ofcourse at every 3rd or fourth link there was a questionable link, I suppose that's how they make their money...)

I cringe, sometimes, when there is so much to choose from, in Chichewa we say, "zimalowa m'maso" so I went to "Top Downloads" , the only song that struck my fancy that particular night was "Whatever You Like" by T.I. Now, I'll be frank, I fancied that song for the the beat and the way his voice sounds. It's just so catchy and I thought well, as a woman, who doesn't want a guy that can say, "" I downloaded the song. But then, upon checking out the lyrics though (another good use for the cell phone) I felt ashamed to have downloaded it. Check out the math:

He says:
I said you can have whatever you like/...Anytime you want to pick up the telephone
You know it ain't nothin to drop a couple stacks on
you Wanted you could get it my dear
Five million dollar home, drop Bentley's I swear/...Long as you got me you won't need nobody
if you want it I got it, go get it I buy it
Tell 'em other broke n*##^! be quiet


But notice my selective listenning ignored the part when he said:
Hey Jill
You know the old sugga daddy

there is more he offers the said Jill but what does he want from her, aha, there is a catch, sugar daddy (and in my opinion...the pimp philosophy):
Yeah I want'cho body, I need yo body.

Aint nothing for free. I'm quite sad that in this day women will still fall in love with such song, whether they know the lyrics or not. Is the body really to be traded for fly things. There is no love in this song, just the offer of the high-life from the man and the offer of the body from the woman. If you turn it around, the Jill in question would sound something like:

You can have whatever you like (on this body)
I want 'cho money
Need your money
if you want it you got it, I'll go get it you buy it
Tell 'em other broke n*##^! be quiet (the broke n... part upset my broke cousin so much, i think he broke :-(...)


Shame.

It's not much better in Southern Africa. One of the most popular groups in Zambia, whose songs I have grown to like very much, The Third, released a song that my mind is still trying to justify my singing along to. It's also very catchy and done so well, the chorus in ChiNyanja is:

Ndiwe Charga yanga iwe (whaaat)
Battery yanga ikakhala low, battery yanga ikakhala low

(You are my charger when my battery is low)

I have heard that terminology used in real life and it was not pleasant, who knows, maybe these The Third kids are not referring to anything improper but the fact remains, at least to me, that women should not be compared to a battery charger. And don't get me started on some of the songs I hear on my local radio, what is this wanton obsession with putting women in a bad light. On some of the songs on my local radio, that's a story for another day, Happy New Year!! Kaya mwachilowa bwa?
I apologize for the size of The Third pic, that's the only one I could find.

pix: wordpress and youtube