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Oh my God! there are Cockroaches in my house! Ohhhhhhhh i just switched on the lights and they scampered away. What does it mean when you see Cockroaches in your house? The answer is that you are living with one of the most primitive living insects dating back to the time of dinosaurs!
I remember when i was in lower primary, i went visiting a village friend. Those days we lived in mud walled thatched houses, sure bleeding grounds for Cockroaches. On one of the posts i saw a “beautiful” nest of Cockroaches, they were black and glittering in the dim fire light. I was stupidly impressed.
I decided to carry a few to our hut which was about 2km away. Imagine the shock my mother had when after three months a “beautiful” black glittering nest of Cockroaches was sighted on one of the hut posts! I don’t think she ever forgive me on this one. The Cockroaches are still there to date. My other siblings are still amused by this escapade.
There are over 4,500 species of Cockroaches ranging in size from 3cm to 10cm long. Cockroaches are mainly nocturnal and will run away when exposed to light. But when you see them, all have a broad, flattened body and a relatively small head. As they move around, they secrete a chemical trail in their faeces and emit a perfume, which alerts other Cockroaches as to where the party is.
Scientists hypothesize that Cockroaches decide where to go based on just two factors; how dark it is and how many other Cockroaches there are! Unfortunately for us these chemical trails also transmit bacteria, which can mean disease.
Some Female Cockroaches stay fertilized for life:-
Did you know some female species of Cockroaches are known to be parthenogenetic, that is they only mate once and stay pregnant for life! They will reproduce without the need for a male.
Do you try to disguise the fact that you are living with these primitive creatures by buying insect spray, invading the kitchen in the middle of the night then letting loose with the insect spray?
Within no notice came a terrific roar. And then another. The ground shook under our feet and a blast of hot air sent us sprawling. My face hit the concrete surface of the pavement supported by my left hand and I felt blood warm in my nose. There was a horrible splintering noise as the building adjacent began to crackle. The Agony of Poverty sent as to the vicinity of the tragedy hoping for the best. Gone are the days when people did not realize they were poor.
There was long wailing all over the place. I stared at the tragic scenery, emotion strangling any reply, actual tears in my eyes. It was a moment to reckon. We shared various very crucial occasions such us this, it struck me how we managed to overcome the depth of such incidences in the Agony of poverty, the ordeal we had been through –not only facing the prospect of imminent death with my peers, but also loosing all our livelihoods.
The Agony of Poverty not only trained us to rush to fatal scenes to see if we could defeat death but also to gain a dollar or more by salvaging what we thought was manna from Heaven. It isn’t new for petrol tankers to have dropped in ditches or fallen in sharp corners, creating a free flowing sea of petroleum products. Even with well known knowledge of the outcome of similar incidents, the Agony of Poverty became a stronger spirit of control rather than a savior.
Changing Political Agenda !?, As time tickled, I looked at my watch and retired to bed. It reminded me of those days that my dad used to motion us, or rather summon us to our bedrooms, especially after we had had our sumptuous dinner; this was always after the 7 o’clock Kenya Broadcasting Corporation KBC night news. The theme of each broadcasted news, centered and revolved around a Political Agenda.
Our eyes glued on the TV set unperturbed by the surroundings as Baba (Retired former President Moi) uttered the trade mark Harambee! As a unison response of Nyayo! , reverberated the air. He spoke in a unique authoritative and accented crackling voice, obviously advancing both a Political Agenda and some Government position.
I am a proud Anglican Church of Kenya member. Hey! You cannot bully me nor challenge me on that one.’ If you want we can bet, but not with my surly pessimism and paradoxes, what ever it means.’ Wait a minute! Who of you knows the head of the Anglican Church of Kenya? Ooops! I meant the head of the Anglican Communion world wide. Do you have an idea?
Of course, you will tell me that Archbishop Dr Eliud Wabukala is the head of the Anglican Church of Kenya. Yes, yes you are right and, I will score you 100 percent. He is also my diocesan Bishop at All Saints Diocese in Nairobi. Anglican Church of Kenya boosts of several dioceses in its Province. The Archbishop is the notable head of the Communion.
Anglican Church of Kenya and the undercover ‘secret’ visit;
Dr Rowan Williams is the purported world wide leader of the Anglican Communion though, in a ceremonial capacity. Dr Rowan arrived in Nairobi on Saturday 18th June 2011 at the start of a week long visit.
The head of the Anglican Church of Kenya Dr Wabukala while welcoming his brother Dr Rowan said , ‘’Your Grace , I reiterate our welcome and openness in sharing the apostolic faith within the Anglican Communion. This I reckon is the greatest opportunity that we share within the body of Christ; witnessing the Good News of Salvation’’
How many of us who share the Anglican Communion in Kenya at least new of the Archbishop’s visit? Or if we knew, did we take it with the seriousness it deserves? Have you ever noticed when for example a senior Popes representative visit the Catholic Church in Kenya, what do you think will happen?
Anglican Church of Kenya probably had a prominent visitor but it did not make sense why we did not feel the vibrancy or the excitement about this. Ok fine! It might not have been that important to all the membership of the Anglican Church of Kenya but it meant something for some of us.
I attended the evening service held at the National Cathedral in Nairobi in which Dr Rowan attended, and interestingly majority of the congregants were guest clergy within the Anglican Church of Kenya congregations. The local parishioners were not fully enlightened about the visit.
‘Or maybe we were not enthusiastic enough. But why was this? This must have been because of the poor handlers of the visit or a possibility of an intentional error of omission that will make the Primates visit a secret’.