TBT Msedes edition
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August 30 1904, two Tswana tribesmen, Len Tau (Len Taunyane) and Yasmani ( Jan Mashiani), they were referred to as LenTau and Yasmani because officials could not pronounce their surnames, became the first black Africans to compete in the modern Olympics when they ran in the Summer Olympics men's marathon held in St Louis. They had been in St Louis on a Boer Ear Exbibit in Louisiana Purchase Exposition held alongside games when they decided to enter the marathon at the last minute.
Tau ran barefoot on an insuitable course and over dusty roads, so dusty that it caused many of the athletes to collapse. Tau finished ninth and Mashiani came twelfth. This was a disappointing to Tau as many observers were sure he could have done better if he had not been chased nearly a mile off course by aggressive dogs.
Fresh from a "Boer War Exhibit joined the race at the last minute chased nearly a mile off course by aggresive dogs but still managed to finish the race''. these where warrior war soldiers (being Exhibited as weapons of war in a museum), who ever had them enter the race new they where going to win it and some one (SMFH) decided to set the dogs on them.
Tau ran barefoot on an insuitable course and over dusty roads, so dusty that it caused many of the athletes to collapse. Tau finished ninth and Mashiani came twelfth. This was a disappointing to Tau as many observers were sure he could have done better if he had not been chased nearly a mile off course by aggressive dogs.
Fresh from a "Boer War Exhibit joined the race at the last minute chased nearly a mile off course by aggresive dogs but still managed to finish the race''. these where warrior war soldiers (being Exhibited as weapons of war in a museum), who ever had them enter the race new they where going to win it and some one (SMFH) decided to set the dogs on them.
Magendo.
C. 1970s. Police inspect coffee suspected to have been smuggled from Uganda. The illegal trade in the commodity was fuelled by soaring global prices and an economic embargo on Kenya’s neighbour Ugnada. The epicentre of their black market trade was a small village in Bungoma on the Uganda border called Chepkube.
Every night, between 1974 and 1978, trucks weighed down by thousands of bags of smuggled coffee rumbled along Chepkube’s narrow roads.
The coffee market usually opened at midnight to the wee hours of the morning. By sunrise, it was over.
As the illicit trade boomed, a new breed of carefree millionaires emerged in Kenya. They snapped up upper class properties in Nairobi and Mombasa, bought brand-new vehicles, flew first class, and uncorked extravagant wines at overnight parties for their friends and smuggler-equals.
The smugglers — a coterie of senior politicians, administrators, and traders — all hooked together by the cash-minting thrill at night, turned the once-sleepy village of Chepkube into a paradise — or simply, Black Gold City, as one newspaper called it.
Chepkube, with an estimated population of 2,400 in 1975, was a relatively easy crossing point for the smugglers. But it was not the only one.
Other black-markets had emerged at Sio Port and Alupe in Busia, creating a smugglers’ basin of fortune.
Jomo told his ministers and govt officials "kanyoni gakwa wihithahithe na wonwo nduri wakwa"
C. 1970s. Police inspect coffee suspected to have been smuggled from Uganda. The illegal trade in the commodity was fuelled by soaring global prices and an economic embargo on Kenya’s neighbour Ugnada. The epicentre of their black market trade was a small village in Bungoma on the Uganda border called Chepkube.
Every night, between 1974 and 1978, trucks weighed down by thousands of bags of smuggled coffee rumbled along Chepkube’s narrow roads.
The coffee market usually opened at midnight to the wee hours of the morning. By sunrise, it was over.
As the illicit trade boomed, a new breed of carefree millionaires emerged in Kenya. They snapped up upper class properties in Nairobi and Mombasa, bought brand-new vehicles, flew first class, and uncorked extravagant wines at overnight parties for their friends and smuggler-equals.
The smugglers — a coterie of senior politicians, administrators, and traders — all hooked together by the cash-minting thrill at night, turned the once-sleepy village of Chepkube into a paradise — or simply, Black Gold City, as one newspaper called it.
Chepkube, with an estimated population of 2,400 in 1975, was a relatively easy crossing point for the smugglers. But it was not the only one.
Other black-markets had emerged at Sio Port and Alupe in Busia, creating a smugglers’ basin of fortune.
Jomo told his ministers and govt officials "kanyoni gakwa wihithahithe na wonwo nduri wakwa"
kwani what salt do you use if not this one?
Dr. Taitta Arap Towett, was the minister for Education in Kenya between 1969 and 1979. He maintained his trademark spectacles on the forehead until his death in a road accident on the outskirts of Nakuru Town on 8th October 2007 at the age of 82.
He was an enigma who had peculiarities that one would find intellectually difficult to rationalize.
In June 1961, and while serving as the Minister for Lands Settlement and Housing, the 4ft 10 diminutive politician bravely told a huge crowd during a political rally in Kericho that those who wanted land for free should as well go to the Sahara Desert where there was plenty of land for free.
In the 1980’s he conducted a study on the sleeping habits of moles and went further to establish the effects on human beings if someone ate the mole. He had first wanted to use cats for the study but abandoned the feline animals because he discovered their ineptness. The cats were naturally heavy sleepers and he settled on the moles.
In 1981, Towett revealed that he had written a will, indicating his corpse should be preserved for human anatomy studies.
His Mashimoni residence was not visible at ground level because it was built below ground level, hence the name 'Mashimoni' (bunker).
His vehicles either had the front passenger seats removed or turned backwards so that the person occupying them faced him. His reasoning was so that he could look at the person talking to him in the eye.
His 26 children and wives could not just walk into his house. He always insisted that they book an appointment with him.
Even in his old age, Towett always kept time and often chided latecomers.
Which of his peculiarities have I mis-represented and which have I forgotten.
He was an enigma who had peculiarities that one would find intellectually difficult to rationalize.
In June 1961, and while serving as the Minister for Lands Settlement and Housing, the 4ft 10 diminutive politician bravely told a huge crowd during a political rally in Kericho that those who wanted land for free should as well go to the Sahara Desert where there was plenty of land for free.
In the 1980’s he conducted a study on the sleeping habits of moles and went further to establish the effects on human beings if someone ate the mole. He had first wanted to use cats for the study but abandoned the feline animals because he discovered their ineptness. The cats were naturally heavy sleepers and he settled on the moles.
In 1981, Towett revealed that he had written a will, indicating his corpse should be preserved for human anatomy studies.
His Mashimoni residence was not visible at ground level because it was built below ground level, hence the name 'Mashimoni' (bunker).
His vehicles either had the front passenger seats removed or turned backwards so that the person occupying them faced him. His reasoning was so that he could look at the person talking to him in the eye.
His 26 children and wives could not just walk into his house. He always insisted that they book an appointment with him.
Even in his old age, Towett always kept time and often chided latecomers.
Which of his peculiarities have I mis-represented and which have I forgotten.
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What brand of salt is in your area? Kensalt is the only brand I know.
KAYSALT from Malindi
When doctors used one syringe on all
There used to be an electric urn boiling with hot water with needles inside... Just the sight coupled with the constant smell of procein antibiotics would make me bolt only to be caught at the gate if your legs weren't fast enough
There used to be an electric urn boiling with hot water with needles inside... Just the sight coupled with the constant smell of procein antibiotics would make me bolt only to be caught at the gate if your legs weren't fast enough