Kama maelezo ya picha zao yanavyo someka. Hawa wajukuu wa Chief Sarungi Igogo wametengeneza historia ndani ya ukoo wetu kwa mwaka huu! Mnamo tarehe 11 mwezi wa Kumi; Maria Sarungi-Tsehai alikuwa mmoja wa watu walioalikwa kutembelea WhiteHouse ya Marekani chini ya group lijulikanalo Kama Eisenhower Fellowship ambapo walipokelewa na mwenyeji wao Rais Baraka Obama ••••••• Vile vile wiki hii siku ya tarehe 28 Dec Janeth Igogo-Nyagilo alibahatika kumtembelea na kuzungumza kidogo na bibi yake Rais wa Marekani-Baraka Obama huko Kogelo, Kenya ambako bibi huyo anaishi. Janeth yupo huko Kagan, Kenya kwa mapumziko ya Christmas na familia yake. Mumewe Janeth ni mzaliwa wa kijiji cha Kagan, Kenya •••••• ? Haya hongereni kwa kuweka historia hiyo kwenye ukoo wetu kwa kuwa watu wakwanza kufanya hivyo ????
Monthly Archives: December 2016
How do you forget?!
How do you forget?
- The same qualifications you have, diploma, degree, masters, that which gave you that job you have are the same qualifications that your friends have too , but they don’t have the job you have. How do you forget?
- The same pastor who officiated your marriage and blessed it, today you have even children is the same pastor who officiated and blessed even your friend’s marriages but they don’t have children and eventually divorced . How do you forget?
- The same prayer you offered to God and God answered you is the same prayer that your friends have been praying, but up to now they haven’t recieved any answer and still praying , how do you forget?
- The same road you use to travel to places and safely you reach home, is the same road that many people have died on, how do you forget?
- The same church you go to worship God to and God has blessed you, is the same church that your friend goes to worship God too, but up to now his life is still miserable, how do you forget?
- The same bed you used in the hospital and you got healed is the same bed that your friends used too but they died in there ,how do you forget?
- The same voice you have and you can sing songs, you can preach, you can talk and so on, is the same voice that your friends also had but eventually stopped singing,preaching because they had cancer of throat, how do you forget?
- The same rain that made your field to produce good crops and you had bumper harvest is the same rain that destroyed your friend’s fields, how do you forget?
How do you forget, how do you forget?
Come back to your God and thank Him for his kindness. Whatever you have is not by your power, nor your intelligence, nor your qualifications but the Grace of God. Because what made you where you are and what you have today, your friends have them too, but they are still suffering. Remember the Giver of everything you have, don’t just foolishly boast because He can take them away if He so wishes!
Shalom
Kumbe na huyu ni shemeji..!
Kumbe na huyu kimbau mbau mwiko wa pilau ni shemeji yangu ?? Yani wewe Max ndio unasumbua kichwa ya baba yangu Dr Magufuli na #FreedomOfSpeech? Utafikiri unaijua vile ??? Kama kweli wewe unapigania hiyo “huru ya kujielesa” (in Luo’s voice) mbona siku ile yule “mwanaharakati” nyenzio alianika wewe na familia yako aka bandika na picha ya mutoto yako kwa mtandao yake ulipiga magoti yako kwa nguvu sana ukaomba msamaha akutoe kwa blog yake nakuwa hauto rudia tena kumuongelea??? Kwani hile haikuwa #FreedomOfSpeech ?? Au nyie hii ya kwenu ina “discrimination”?? ????? •••••• Anyway pole kwayalio kukuta binafsi sipendi kuongelea mambo ambayo yapo Mahakamani kwani tuache Mahakama zifanye kazi zake bila kuingiliwa na mtu yoyote kwa uhuru na uwazi! Lakini hata hivyo naamini haya yataisha na punde utakuwa huru! And you and your #FreedomOfSpeech can go away ???
“It’s time to change our political culture”
Sent as received. However, I still have so many questions and am yet to get answers. So many sayings come to my mind:
1. If it’s too good to be true probably it is not
2. There is no free lunch
3. Not every kiss represents love, think of Judas when he betrayed Jesus
4. Change begins with me
5. If I can dream it I can achieve it
The list of thoughts is endless. Looking forward to reading different perspectives and probably solutions
Every Patriot in Africa should read this article; penned by US-based Zambian media practitioner and author. He is a PhD candidate with a B.A. in Mass Communication and Journalism, and an M.A. in History.
They call the Third World the lazy man’s purview; the sluggishly slothful and languorous prefecture.
In this realm people are sleepy, dreamy, torpid, lethargic, and therefore indigent—totally penniless, needy, destitute, poverty-stricken, disfavored, and impoverished. In this demesne, as they call it, there are hardly any discoveries, inventions, and innovations.
Africa is the trailblazer. Some still call it “the dark continent” for the light that flickers under the tunnel is not that of hope, but an approaching train.
And because countless keep waiting in the way of the train, millions die and many more remain decapitated by the day.
“It’s amazing how you all sit there and watch yourselves die,” the man next to me said. “Get up and do something about it.
When I first discovered I was going to spend my New Year’s Eve next to him on a non-stop JetBlue flight from Los Angeles to Boston I was angst-ridden.
I associate marble-shaven Caucasians with iconoclastic skin-heads, most of who are racist.
“My name is Walter,” he extended his hand as soon as I settled in my seat.
I told him mine with a precautions smile.
“Where are you from?” he asked.
“Zambia.”
“Zambia!” he exclaimed, “Kaunda’s country.”
“Yes,” I said, “Now Sata’s.”
“But of course,” he responded. “You just elected King Cobra as your president.”
My face lit up at the mention of Sata’s moniker. Walter smiled, and in those cold eyes I saw an amenable fellow, one of those American highbrows who shuttle between Africa and the U.S.
“I spent three years in Zambia in the 1980s,” he continued. “I wined and dined with Luke Mwananshiku, Willa Mungomba, Dr. Siteke Mwale, and many other highly intelligent Zambians.” He lowered his voice. “I was part of the IMF group that came to rip you guys off.” He smirked. “Your government put me in a million dollar mansion overlooking a shanty called Kalingalinga.
From my patio I saw it all—the rich and the poor, the ailing, the dead, and the healthy.”
“Are you still with the IMF?” I asked.
“I have since moved to yet another group with similar intentions. In the next few months my colleagues and I will be in Kenya to hypnotize the Raisi
I work for the broker that has acquired a chunk of your debt. Your government owes not the World Bank, but us millions of dollars.
We’ll be in Lusaka to offer your president a couple of millions and fly back with a check twenty times greater.”
“No, you won’t,” I said. “King Cobra is incorruptible. He is …”
He was laughing. “Says who? Give me an African president, just one, who has not fallen for the carrot and stick.”
Quett Masire’s name popped up. “Oh, him, well, we never got to him because he turned down the IMF and the World Bank. It was perhaps the smartest thing for him to do.”
At midnight we were airborne. The captain wished us a happy 2015 and urged us to watch the fireworks across Los Angeles.
“Isn’t that beautiful,” Walter said looking down.
From my middle seat, I took a glance and nodded admirably.
“That’s white man’s country,” he said. “We came here on Mayflower and turned Indian land into a paradise and now the most powerful nation on earth.
We discovered the bulb, and built this aircraft to fly us to pleasure resorts like Lake Zambia or lake Kenya .
I grinned. “There is no Lake Zambia or lake Kenya
He curled his lips into a smug smile. “That’s what we call your countries . You guys are as stagnant as the water in the lake.
We come in with our large boats and fish your minerals and your wildlife and leave morsels—crumbs. That’s your staple food, crumbs.
That corn-meal you eat, that’s crumbs, the small Tilapia fish you call Kapenta / omena are crumbs.
We the Bwanas (whites) take the catfish.
I am the “Bwana” and you are the “mtu”.
I get what I want and you get what you deserve, crumbs. That’s what lazy people get—Zambians, Kenyans , other Africans, the entire Third World.”
The smile vanished from my face.
“I see you are getting pissed off,” Walter said and lowered his voice.
“You are thinking this Bwana is a racist.
That’s how most Zambians , Kenyans respond when I tell them the truth.
They go ballistic.
Okay. Let’s for a moment put our skin pigmentations, this black and white crap, aside.
Tell me, my friend, what is the difference between you and me?”
I said
“There’s no difference.”
“Absolutely none,” he exclaimed. “Scientists in the Human Genome Project have proved that. It took them thirteen years to determine the complete sequence of the three billion DNA subunits.
After they were all done it was clear that 99.9% nucleotide bases were exactly the same in you and me.
We are the same people. All white, Asian, Latino, and black people on this aircraft are the same.”
I gladly nodded.
“And yet I feel superior,” he smiled fatalistically. “Every white person on this plane feels superior to a black person.
The white guy who picks up garbage, the homeless white trash on drugs, feels superior to you no matter his status or education.
I can pick up a nincompoop from the New York streets, clean him up, and take him to Lusaka and you all be crowding around him chanting muzungu, muzungu and yet he’s a riffraff.
Tell me why my angry friend.”
For a moment I was wordless.
“Please don’t blame it on slavery like the African Americans do or colonialism, or some psychological impact or some kind of stigmatization.
And don’t give me the brainwash poppycock. Give me a better answer.”
I was thinking.
He continued. “Excuse what I am about to say. Please do not take offense.”
I felt a slap of blood rush to my head and prepared for the worst.
“You my friend flying with me and all your kind are lazy,” he said. “When you rest your head on the pillow you don’t dream big.
You and other so-called African intellectuals are damn lazy, each one of you only going for leadership; just to fill their own stomach and steal from poor.
It is you, and not those poor starving people, who is the reason Africa is in such a deplorable state.”
“That’s not a nice thing to say,” I protested.
He was implacable. “Oh yes it is and I will say it again, you are lazy in your minds.
Poor and uneducated Africans are the most hardworking people on earth. I saw them in the Lusaka markets and on the street of Nairobi selling merchandise. I saw them in villages toiling away.
I saw women on Kafue Road crushing stones for sell and I wept. I said to myself where are the Zambian intellectuals? And on kenya l saw women as bricklayers. Where are these intellectual men ?
Are the Zambian or Kenyans engineers so imperceptive they cannot invent a simple stone crusher, or a simple water filter to purify well water for those poor villagers? Or sort out the drainage system to make Biogas or rivers purification systems.
Are you telling me that after thirty-seven years or more of independence your university school of engineering has not produced a scientist or an engineer who can make simple small machines for mass use?
What is the school there for?”
I held my breath.
“Do you know where I found your intellectuals? They were in bars quaffing.
I saw with my own eyes a bunch of alcoholic graduates. Calling themselves policy makers
Zambian , Kenyans , other African intellectuals work from eight to five and spend the evening drinking. We don’t. We reserve the evening for brainstorming.”
He looked me in the eye.
“And you flying to Boston and all of you Africans in the Diaspora are just as lazy and apathetic to their country.
You don’t care about your country and yet your very own parents, brothers and sisters live there.
Many have died or are dying of neglect by you as democratic government .
They are dying of AIDS because you cannot come up with your own preventive measures. To much immoral .
You are here calling yourselves graduates, researchers and scientists and are fast at articulating your credentials once asked—oh, I have a PhD in this and that so what?
What next? Handouts from IMF ? Then repay?
I was deflated.
“Wake up you all!” he exclaimed, attracting the attention of nearby passengers. “You should be busy lifting ideas, formulae, recipes, and diagrams from American manufacturing factories and sending them to your own factories.
All those dissertation papers you compile should be your country’s treasure. Why do you think the Asians are a force to reckon with? They stole our ideas and turned them into their own. Look at Japan, China, India, just look at them.”
He paused. “The Bwana has spoken,” he said and grinned.
“As long as you are dependent on my plane, I shall feel superior and you my friend shall remain inferior, how about that?
The Chinese, Japanese, Indians, even Latinos are a notch better.
You Africans are at the bottom of the totem pole.”
He tempered his voice. “Get over this white skin syndrome and begin to feel confident.
Become innovative and make your own stuff for God’s sake.”
At 8 a.m. the plane touched down at Boston’s Logan International Airport. Walter reached for my hand.
“I know I was too strong, but I don’t give it a damn. I have been to Zambia , Kenya , other African countries and have seen too much poverty.”
He pulled out a piece of paper and scribbled something. “Here, read this. It was written by a friend.”
He had written only the title: “Lords of Poverty.”
Thunderstruck, I had a sinking feeling.
I watched Walter walk through the airport doors to a waiting car. He had left a huge dust devil twirling in my mind, stirring
I remembered some who have since passed—how they got the highest grades in mathematics and the sciences and attained the highest education on the planet.
They had been to Harvard, Oxford, Yale, Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT), only to leave us with not a single invention or discovery.
I knew some by name and drunk with them at the Lusaka Playhouse and intercontinental hotel, safari park Kenya and Central Sports in Lusaka
Walter is right. It is true that since independence we have failed to nurture creativity and collective orientations.
We as a nation lack a workhorse mentality and behave like 13 million civil servants dependent on a government pay cheque.
We believe that development is generated 8-to-5 behind a desk wearing a tie with our degrees hanging on the wall.
Such a working environment does not offer the opportunity for fellowship, the excitement of competition, and the spectacle of innovative rituals.
But the intelligentsia is not solely, or even mainly, to blame.
The larger failure is due to political circumstances.
Knowing well that King Cobra , Kenyatta, and others will not embody innovation at Walter’s level let’s begin to look for a technologically active-positive leader who can succeed them after a term or two.
That way we can make our own stone crushers, water filters, water pumps, razor blades, and harvesters. Or dig our own boreholes without IMF involve.
Let’s dream big and make tractors, cars, and planes,
or, like Walter said, forever remain inferior…
A fundamental transformation of our country from what is essentially non-innovative to a strategic superior African country requires a bold risk-taking educated leader with a triumphalist attitude and we have one in YOU.
Don’t be highly strung and feel insulted by Walter. It is like shooting the messenger.
Take a moment and think about our country.
Our journey from 1963 has been marked by tears. It has been an emotionally overwhelming experience.
Each one of us has lost a loved one to poverty, hunger, and disease.
The number of graves is catching up with the population.
It’s time to change our political culture. It’s time for Zambian , Kenyans and other Africans intellectuals to cultivate an active-positive progressive movement that will change our lives forever.
Don’t be afraid or dispirited, rise to the challenge and salvage the remaining….
Use Africa to substitute Zambia/Zambian in the article and it holds true for all Africa/Africans.
Fact or fiction?
Just ponder.
Christmas moment: The Kimesera!
Wow! Mama na binti zake Kama kawaida yao kupendeza na kucheka ipo ndani ya damu ❤️❤️
Mr Mali na timu yake wakiwa wenye nyuso za furaha kabisa …. kwakweli hii familia ni familia babkubwa sana mie penda wao sana
Linda na binti zake pamoja na rafiki yake hapo wapili kutoka kulia ❤️❤️❤️ Nawatakieni Mwaka Mpya mwema sana!
Kumbe mama Mkamba ni mama mkwe wangu eeh!
Poleni sana wapendwa roho yake bibi iyendelee kupumzika kwa amani!……. Nimefurahi kuona kuwa mama Makamba ni mama mkwe wangu ?? watanijua Mjaluo mie hata kama hawataki ?? Tutafungulia Tanga kwa Mzee Yusuph Makamba halafu tunafungia Kyaka kwa mama Makamba wenye wivu wajinyonge tu maana hamna namna ??……… R.I.P Omukare Ma Eugenia!
Cheka urefushe maisha!
??? jamani si nimempenda kwanini nifiche ??……. Hello wapendwa, nimewa miss humu! Ngoja nishangae kidogo hii dunia ya Waarabu its my first time here ?? ………Ntarejea muda si murefu!
Hongera sana mama Mboni Masimba!
Hongera sanaaaaaa mama Mboni kwa kuonyesha mfano mwema siyo tu kwa watoto wako na jamii inayo kuzunguka bali kwa Tanzania nzima. Ni mfano mzuri sana unaotia moyo kwa wengi! Well done mama! ???? #Inawezekana #ItBeginsWithYou
Womanhood
Our mrembo Jokate Mwegelo look great as always! She got the look, brain, and big heart! Simply beautiful!
Nimependa sana hii nguo japo amekaa. It looks great and the color is beautiful!
HONGERA SANA ANTON H. NGOLI
Hongera nyingi zikufikie mdogo wangu na Kiongozi mwenzangu wa Jukwaa La Watu Wenye Ulemavu Tanzania kwa kuhitimu masomo yako yaliyochukua miaka mitatu ukiwa chuo cha ununuzi na ugavi IPS. Najivunia sana kwa wewe kuwa mmoja kati ya vijana wengi nilikuwa nashauriana nao kipindi nipo IPS. Juhudi zako na uvumilivu wako katika kufuata ndoto yako ndio imekufikisha hapo ulipo. Kila safari ina changamoto na mafanikio, hivyo zidisha juhudi na nia katika kila step utakayo piga kuelekea katika mafanikio yako. Jamii ya watu wenye ulemavu kupitia bodi ya Jukwaa la Watu Wenye Ulemavu Tanzania ina imani na elimu yako pamoja na juhudi zako na tuna imani uta acha alama nzuri katika jukwaa kupitia utendaji wako kama Katibu Mkuu wa Jukwaa.
Mungu akupe maisha marefu yenye furaha, amani na upendo kwa watu wote.Tuendelee kutafuta Maarifa ili kupanua ufahamu wetu tulio pewa na Mungu
Ni mimi kaka yako
P.L. Sarungi
Raisi wa Jukwaa La Watu Wenye Ulemavu Tz.
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Nami naomba nimpe pongezi zangu za dhati! Naomba ukatumie elimu uliyopata siyo tu kwa faida zako binafsi bali jamii inayo kuzunguka na taifa kwa ujumla! Hongera sana!
Dr. Mwele ni hazina ya Tanzania!
Ngoja niende moja kwa moja kwa mada husika! Sina hakika nalo lakini inasemekana kuwa Dr. Mwele hakufuata “protocol” na ndio maana ametenguliwa nafasi yake!……Nakubali hilo ni kosa lakini si kosa la JINAI hivyo naamini bado Dr. Mwele anafasi kubwa sana ya kutumia taifa kupitia serikali ya Dr. Magufuli kwani Dr Mwele IS ONE OF THE VERY FEW BEST ASSETS WE HAVE IN THE COUNTRY! Yani natamani nafasi ya Ummy Mwalimu itenguliwe apewe Dr. Mwele as she deserves it so very much! Watu huwa wanafanya makosa lakini kuna watu wachache sana wanaohitajika kupewa second chance na Dr. Mwele ni mmoja wao! Natumaini my baba Dr. Magufuli ataangalia hili swala kwa maslahi mapana ya taifa letu na dunia kwa ujumla!
LONG WALK TO SUPER CLASS by Sir O.O Igogo
In life from the poorest widower’s son at the age of 15. Having failed to join secondary education, ending up to be employed as Cattle rustler, a butchery labourer at my elder brother’s butcher; inherited from our late father, at a pay of either 50 cents a day or half a pound of beef to bring home. Then a dishes washer, waiter and mishikaki roster at the restaurant of my first cousin JC Igogo. It was until my sister Teddy came for my rescue and took me to Dar for job seeking. That was in 1969, I was 16. I worked in the factories while attending my evening classes to become a professional. I recall when I managed to have our own shelter in 1978.
We were five in the family, fortunately you was the youngest after Elline and Vetto. That was the biggest achievement I had ever had in life. A four wall of cement and sand moulded blocks, with corrugated iron sheets covered our roof; never the less it had no fittings on the doors and window openings. With sandy floor without any cement sand screedning, walls were bare without any plastering, but at least Cecy and I owned a piece of land of our own, built that ugly and hut to live in that was better by far from what my mom had in the village. Though we shared common challenges of having no electricity and running water connection.
On and on, with endurance I furthered my education, and got a better salary job as a Manager at NECO LTD. Then life changed to at least a more decent living, I could drive company vehicles and travelled a lot in the regions. That made me to earn more money as allowances. My hard workmanship, honesty, reliability and a big heart on helping others, got me where I am today after I toiled a lot in life. 
You were there when we moved into our first small hut, and fortunately you will be there when we move into our state of art Villa this month. Though that is not real success in life but I’m proud of you guys who have made me what I am today specifically my spouse, mama Alpha.
Difficulties in life are ladders to bigger achievements in life; if you can allow them to come and go because HARD TIMES NEVER LAST BUT HARD PEOPLE DO. Be like baba, don’t hate your enemies, love them and God will raise you beyond their expectations.
Shukran zangu za dhati kabisa kwa familia ya Aidan na Fina Nyongo!
My forever gratitude! Yani naishiwa na maneno ya kusema juu ya hii familia! The Nyongo’s Family just know nawapenda zaidi ya Uji wa Kijaluo ?? Guys, you know how much I love you! Nawatakieni safari njema see you in a little while! ???
Repost: Our humble beginnings!
Sikutegemea kuweka hapa hii picha siku ya leo. Lakini nimeona moyo wangu umenisukuma kuweka basi ngoja nifanye kile kitu roho napenda! Hii picha tulipigia tukiwa kijijini Utegi, Rorya, Mara mwaka 1987. Tulienda kusherekea siku kuu ya Christmas. Katika hii picha kuna watu wawili ambao hawapo nasi tena.
(1) aliyevaa sandals nyeupe. Yeye alikuwa mama yangu mkubwa mke wa marehemu baba yangu mkubwa mzee alijulikana kama Mama January
(2) Shangazi yangu kipenzi cha roho yangu. Theresia Obuoro Igogo. Ambaye amekaa karibu na mimi. Alikuwa msichana mmoja tu kwenye tumbo la bibi yangu mzaa baba. Yeye ndo mwanangu amepewa jina lake (Theresia Obuoro a.k.a Teddy) in honoring of her. Ipo siku nitamuongelea kwa kirefu zaidi kwani yeye ndio chanzo cha mibaraka yote ambayo watu wanaiyona katika familia yetu!!…….Wengine ni:-
mama yangu mzazi ?
dada yangu ambaye ninamfuata ?
mdogo wangu anaye nifuata kwa mara ya pili ?
na mimi mwenyewe ??? what a massive #TBS
Hilo “banda” la udongo kwa upande wa kushoto lilikuwa ndiyo jiko la marehemu bibi yetu nyakati hizo (baadaye alijengewa lingine). Na kwa upande wa kulia ilikuwa ni sehemu wanalala mbuzi. Everyone starts from somewhere! Anything on this planet has its roots! Hakuna kitu kinacho onekana hapa duniani ambacho hakina mwanzo wake au chanzo chake! #TheRoots Na huwa nikikumbuka tulipo toka then unakuta mtu anataka kuingilia mambo ya familia usizozijua chanzo chake!! I swear, naweza toa mtu ng’eo ya macho! Kama wewe hukuwepo nasi nyakati hizi then keep your nose where it belongs!! ……. ByTheWay, hiyo new house niliwaambia ina “American Eagle” right?! Sasa si unajua mwanangu ni Mmarekani, just go figure ?? mie hapo ni mgeni napita njia tu ???
Nilimtumia mdogo wangu na baba yangu hii picha. Wakashangaa sana. Mdogo wangu alikuwa hajawahi kuona hii picha vile vile maisha yao walivyo kuwa ni tofauti na sisi tulivyo kuwa wadogo. Hivyo hana kumbukumbu ya maisha haya ya hali ya chini. Hapo kwenye picha alikuwa na miaka mitatu (3yrs). Basi hivi ndivyo alivyo sema ……
Na baba yangu yeye nilimtumia muda kidogo na hivi ndivyo alivyo sema (Samahani kwa some typos) …..
Anyway! That’s our humble beginning. I’m glad nime share nanyi kidogo!
Happy birthday binti Ayugi!
Hello Nyaturi, sending you my love on your special day! Wishing you the best of everything you do! Happy birthday Mrs Twaakyondo ❤❤
JINSI YA KUJENGA JAMII DHAIFU NA BONGOLALA- Peter Sarungi
Nchi za Africa bado zitakuwa na kazi ngumu sana ya ki utawala katika kuunganisha jamii tatu katika nchi ambazo ni Wenye Nchi, Wana siasa na Wana Nchi ili kifikia maendeleo ya kweli. Kwa bahati mbaya kumekuwepo na udanganyifu mkubwa unao fanywa na Wana siasa walio pewa wajibu wa kuunganisha na kuleta mahusiano mazuri katika jamii hizi ili ziweze kufanya Kazi kwa ushirikiano hatimaye kuleta maendeleo ya nchi.
Wana Siasa wengi wa Africa wamevuruga nchi zao kupitia mifumo wanayoiweka katika kuongoza nchi. Wana nchi wengi bado hawajui athari za mifumo mbalimbali katika kuendesha maisha yao ya kila siku. Mifumo hii huanza kuathiri maisha ya wana nchi tangu wanapo zaliwa, ukuaji wao, kuelimika kwao, uchumi wao, afya zao, uhuru wao hadi uzee wao. Mifumo hii inaweza kuamua ni kwa kiasi gani wananchi waelimike, wapate afya nzuri, waajiriwe, wajitegemee, wapate uhuru na mengine mengi yakiwemo yanayohusu siasa. Ndio maana kuna msemo unasema ukiona wafuasi ni wabovu basi jua wametengenezwa na kiongozi wao na ukitaka kujua ubovu ama ubora wa nchi basi chunguza athari zinzowapata jamii husika kutokana na mifumo ya kuendesha nchi.
Watawala wengi wa Africa wamekuwa na uturatibu wa kutengeneza jamii dhaifu na masikini katika kuhoji, kushauri, kufikiri, wasi jitambua na wasio jua wanachokitaka. Watawala wamekuwa wakitengeneza jamii hizi ili kuendeleza malengo yao ya kutwala dola kupitia mifumo. Na kwa bahati mbaya mifumo hii imeweza kuwaathiri hadi wenye nchi na kujikuta wakitumikishwa na Wana Siasa, ndio maana utakuta kuna idadi kubwa ya wanajeshi walio ishia darasa la saba na kidato cha nne kuliko wale waliofika kidato cha sita na kuendelea. Wote hawa hujikuta wakitawaliwa na wana siasa kwa maagizo hata ya kutekeleza jambo kwa mnyonge kwa maana mfumo waliofundishwa na kuapa ni wa kutii bila kuuliza.
Watawala wengi wa Africa wameweza kupitisha na kuhalalisha mifumo ya kuzalisha jamii dhaifu na Bongolala kupitia njia tatu….
1. KUDHOOFISHA ELIMU KWA JAMII
Watawala wengi wa Africa wana amini kuwa kutawala jamii iliyo elimika kupitia Elimu bora ni ngumu sana na ina waweka katika riski kubwa ya kutawala milele, hivyo hulazimika kutengeneza jamii kubwa isiyokuwa na elimu ili kudhoofisha uelewa wao na uwezo wao wa kufikiri. Watawala hawa wana vuruga mfumo wa elimu kwa makusudi na kuweka mifumo dhaifu yenye kutoa nafasi ndogo ya wana nchi wachache kupata elimu hadi ngazi za juu na hata hao wanaopata nafasi hiyo hawapati Elimu inayostahili na kumkomboa karika utegemezi.
2. KUDHOOFISHA UCHUMI WA JAMII
Ni ukweli usio pingika kuwa Uchumi imara ni nguvu nzuri kwa jamii. Jamii yenye uchumi imara inaweza kuelimika kwa gharama yoyote ile ikiwa uchumi wao ni imara. Jamii yenye uchumi imara inaweza kuamua kufuatana na maslahi yao hata inaweza kupinga mifumo dhalimu ya nchi na hata kuwapinga watwala. Kwa kuhofia vikwazo hivyo, Viongozi wengi wa Africa wamekuwa wakidhoofisha uchumi wa jamii zao ili kuwafanya wanyonge wasioweza kuhoji ubaya ama uzuri wa watawala. Viongozi wengi wamekuwa wakikusanya pesa nyingi kupitia kodi na kujilimbikizia wao pamoja na utawala wao kama alivyofanya hayati Mobutu Seseko wa Congo. wanapenda sana kuona pesa nyingi zikiwa kwao kuliko kwa wana nchi na ndio maana hata sekta binafsi zina zorota katika kuchangia maendeleo ya jamii.
3. KUDHOOFISHA UHURU WA KUTOA MAONI
Watawala wengi wa Africa hawapendi kusikia maoni tofauti na waliyo nayo wao, hawapendi kusia ukweli walio uficha, hawapendi kupingwa kwa namna yoyote ile. Hivyo watawala hawa wataingiza sheria na taratibu za kuua uhuru wa kutoa maoni kinzani. Inaaminika kuwa kuna watu hata ukiwa dhoofika ki uchumi na ki elimu lakini bado wanaweza kiwa wajasiri wa kutoa maoni yao hata kama ni ya kupinga utawala bila kujali vikwazo walivyonavyo. Hivyo ili kuto ruhusu riski hiyo, watawala huweka mifumo ya sheria za kukandamiza Uhuru wa kutoa maoni na hata Uhuru wa kujieleza kwa jamii.
#MyTake
Africa kama ilivyo nchi ya kisadikika, ina safari ndefu sana ya kubadili mifumo ya nchi. Mabadiko hayo huletwa na jamii iliyovuka vikwazo vitatu hapo juu yaani lazima uwe vizuri kichwani, uwe vizuri mfukoni na uwe na njia nyingi tata za kutoa maoni yako. Kinyume na hapo itakugharimu wewe na familia yako.
Asanteni sana, ngoja niendelee kutunisha mfuko wangu ili itakapo hitajika kubadili mfumo nami niwemo.
Barabara kuelekea kwenye mafanikio siku zote ipo kwenye matengenezo” – Arnold Palmer
“Barabara kuelekea kwenye mafanikio siku zote ipo kwenye matengenezo” – Arnold Palmer
#TBT Ninashukuru kufundishwa na tuongozwa kwa mfano naye.
Arnold Palmer alikua mmarekani mtaalamu wa Gofu ambaye historia inaeleza kuwa ni mmoja wa wachezaji bora wa Gofu. Nilishukuru sana kusajiliwa Kwenye shule yake ya gofu nilipokuwa shule. Uongozi wake ulikua muhimu sana Kwenye maendeleo yangu binafsi. // “The road to success is always under construction.”— Arnold Palmer
#TBT Very grateful to have been trained and mentored by him.
Arnold Palmer was an American professional golfer who is generally regarded as one of the greatest players in the sport’s history. I was fortunate enough to be enrolled his golf academy during high school. His mentoring and coaching was instrumental to my personal development.
“Haya ni maneno yake Mwenyekiti wa Chadema Mbowe”-Lemutuz
“Guys think before you speak” -Lemutuz
“Maisha ni kupanga na kupanga ni kuchagua”-Lemutuz
