It’s Been Real…


There comes a time when the readers are more important than the writer. – The Greatrnk

Once upon a time, long long ago when I was busy doing nothing and basically just minding my own business, my good friend Chiira asked me to check out his blog, The Trot and the Run. So I took like a minute and since I was using my phone, for some reason, it (the blog) did not get my attention. I should mention that at the time, there were like enough bloggers for me to count with my left hand and I had fewer followers on twitter than Ole Kiyapi has teeth. After a time, t, – in which it had passed my mind that the Chiira blogs – he again asked me to check out his blog and I spent the entire afternoon blog whoring on his blog. He is that good!

 

I spent the next three months learning from him by reading everything he was penning down. The problem with the Kenyan blogosphere now, unlike then, is there are people who stumble on a blog post and before they are done reading, they have their own blog, all signed up to wordpress or blogger and a lousy post in which they call themselves writers yet they have the audacity to use ‘am’ as a short form of ‘I am.’ As if that is not nauseating enough, it’s in the title and the post is full of grammatical mistakes and enough typos such that if the typos were votes, they would get Kamenchu elected as President in a landslide first round victory! Story for another day.

 

To circumcise the very long story, I started up The Greatrnk on My Opera and later, my mentor advised me to move to wordpress. Having blogged for a year, earned badges and honours, I called it quits. My mentor told me generals do not quit, they just take a break. Okay, have you ever listened to Kanye’s Big Brother? It is a song in which Kanye goes on and on about Jay, the guy who is legally married to and sleeps with Beyonce. To some point, the song almost makes Kanye look gay. I may be guilt of the same here. Anyways, true to my mentor’s words, I made a comeback from retirement like Jay, only that my comeback has not resulted in me getting a Beyonce for myself but I am working on it.

 

I am afraid, it is time for me to hang the boots again. I would like to thank everyone who took time to read, comment and share. You are all awesome people and I cannot thank you enough. Those who used their precious airtime to text me and tell me they loved my blog or a post, I am so grateful. The critics, I appreciate you too. You are just as important. The bloggers who provided guest posts for my blog, I cannot thank you enough. Basically, anyone who has taken their time for this blog, whether it is reading, commenting, sharing, hating etc, I salute you. I cannot mention all of you because you are too many and mainly because I risk forgetting one or two.

 

PARTING SHOT: Is someone at Ghafla writing about my retirement. I sure hope there is. Okay, I kid! There comes a time when the readers are more important than the writer. Obviously, this quote stolen from the late George, ahem, Saitoti has nothing to do with what I am about to say next. I have hung the boots on greatrnk.wordpress but do check me out on greatrnk.com. The website is still raw, but it is up. A lot is yet to be done, that is just the sketch and you will see many changes as time goes by. Also, everything that is here is also there, except this post. The welcome post is what I never did here. A poem!

 

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE, it’s been real!

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Strawberry Smoothie


By Gatuiri

Greatrnk tells me that I can write a guest post and I get confused, reason being I blog about food. I’m not sure if his readers are interested in food but hey we all eat so it wouldn’t be that bad. Now the next issue was trying to get a recipe that would be appropriate. I settled on making a smoothie, nothing beats this when it comes to healthy and quick breakfast fixes.

You spend more time washing and hulling (removing the green leaves and the top off the strawberries) than making the actual smoothie.

Ingredients:

8-10 medium sized strawberries, hulled and halved

1/2 cup milk

1 cup yogurt, I used vanilla

1 scoop vanilla ice cream

The ingredients

Basically, this is a two step recipe;

Pour all the ingredients in the blender.

strawberries and milk

then I added the yogurt and the ice cream

Blend for about 3 minutes and voila, breakfast!!

Serve chilled.

I topped mine with some vanilla ice cream.

smoothie 🙂

The beauty of this recipe is that you can alter it to suit your tastes buds. You can added chunks of two very ripe bananas and reduce the number of strawberries  to make a banana smoothie.

About the author: Gatuiri aka leotunapika is a newly wed who loves cooking, photography and making cards.

Getting Over Heartbreak


By Potentash

 

My friend on twitter @greatrnk asked me to write a guest post for him on any topic I wanted. After thinking about it I thought let me write about something I know a lot about, heartbreak.

For those who have experienced it heartbreak can be devastating. People go through heartbreak for different reasons. Some of them are infidelity; incompatibility; your partner falls for somebody else and decides you’re not the “one,” physical; emotional or sexual abuse; you find out your partner has been lying to you or keeping secrets; or maybe they are moving away and they aren’t taking you with them.

Whatever the reason heartbreak can make somebody go insane. Swinging on the pendulum between crazy and comatose. Some people experience heartbreak and go crazy. They smash or burn things, probably those of their partner, they cause drama, they go on drinking, eating or drug binges, they go completely off the wall generally. Then there is the other side. Somebody gets into a deep depression. They go quiet, they don’t eat or sleep, they can be suicidal, and the person does not want to talk to anybody. They cry endlessly and can’t stop. Heartbreak can be on any of these levels or none. Everyone is unique and how somebody handles heartbreak is unique to them. It’s also to some extent the reason why their heart was broken.

One of the sad things about heartbreak is that to other people you must go on. If somebody dies your office or school will give you a few compassionate days to stay home. When you get your heart broken you must go to work and behave like everything is normal. Inside something inside you has died and you feel so much pain but no one recognizes that you feel like you are in a tsunami of pain and you do not know when it will end.

So how do you get over heartbreak?

It is not easy to get over a heartbreak. There’s no quick formula for getting over a heartbreak. It’s not like you can go to a doctor and they give you pills to take for five days and abracadabra you are healed. Some heartbreaks can be gotten over in a couple of months, some take years. For me sometimes I can be okay for a long period of time then suddenly it hits me again and I get depressed. Some people go through long periods of depression and others do not. Getting over a heartbreak takes time. But there are things that can help one get over heartbreak.

Cry. If you’re the type to cry do it. This helps release negative emotions and it is a body mechanism to get rid of stress.

Laugh. If you’re like me who finds it hard to cry find something to make you laugh. Read funny books, watch movies or cartoons that make you laugh. Hang out with people who can put a smile on your face.

Talk about it to somebody you trust. Talk it out. Get all the negative emotions out. It’s great to have a sounding board where you can get out all the bitter stuff that’s in you. Women are good at this.

Write. Write it out. You can write letters to yourself or to the person. Say what you feel. You can post these or keep them to yourself. When I think heartbreak I write poetry. See a sample here – Heartbreak Hotel. It helps me get out what I feel.

Keep yourself busy. Do things that keep your mind busy. If you’re doing nothing you tend to think a lot or over think then you get depressed. By keeping yourself busy you are unlikely to do harsh things like keep calling your ex or binge.

Indulge yourself. For me when I feel down I treat myself to chocolate or a great meal. It makes me happy. The thing is do not go overboard. Some of the things you can indulge in can become an addiction. This goes for food not just alcohol.

Exercise. Take up going to the gym or walking or any exercise. This increases mental alertness and stops you from being lethargic. It’s easy to seat in front of the TV and never move. Or stay in your bed crying for days on end. It is also good for your body. There were and are times I wish I could box. Some days I want to get out those emotions and it would be nice to have something to hit. Exercise reduces stress. It also improves your self image as well as body image.

Spend time with your family or the people that love you. They can help you get over the hurt. But if they are causing you grief sometimes its best to stay away.

Do things you love. If you love dancing go dancing. If you love cars go watch the rally or go to motor shows. Doing things that you love increases you happiness and then you are somewhere on the road to healing.

Do not call or text or Facebook the person. Sometimes when hurting you reach out to the person who hurt you. You end up going back to something you swore you will not. It is very easy to get caught up in wishing that things were the same as before and so you go back. It is understandable you loved the person. But do not go back. Wait until you are able to deal logically with your emotions before seeing the person again. Else you will take them back when they say they are sorry or you will go completely psycho and cause drama.

Realize that the relationship ended and that you deserve better. Love yourself. One thing I have learnt that sometimes we give out so much love we forget to love ourselves. We put the other person’s needs first and so when you break up you are running on empty. Learn to love yourself and put yourself first. Pamper and love you. Fill yourself with love. Read books or articles on how to love yourself better. I read The Daily Love on the internet every day. It helps me get positive reinforcement and teaches me to love and appreciate myself. If you’re a Christian you can read the Bible to find out about real love. Other religions also have books about love. Read those. Find your path.

Take up a new project that you have always wanted to do. This builds your confidence, it keeps you busy so your thinking about the person is at a minimum and you’re growing. It’s challenging doing something you have wanted to do but haven’t. But it gives you confidence and it helps you realize that there’s life after heartbreak. It also helps you to realize that you can move on. Accomplishing something new will counteract the feelings of hurt and sadness.

Go out and meet new people. I know what you are thinking. I don’t want to meet new people. I want so and so. I am not saying go out and look for the next person to date. Just go out and meet new people. You may find somebody who will heal your heart maybe. But meeting new people is good. You get to socialize and find out interesting things about others. Maybe you were kissing the wrong frogs. Whatever.

Listen to music that makes you happy or makes you want to dance or inspires you. Don’t listen to sad or romantic songs.

Talking to God. When I feel low and especially when I was first heartbroken I talked to God. I asked God to give me grace and love to get through that hurricane period and he did and still does. I think if there is one “person” who understands how we feel its God. He created us in his image and so he understands us. He understands our anger, pain, disappointment. He understands our hopes and dreams. He more then anybody understands what we felt for the person who broke our heart. And he understands the trust issues thereafter. He is the one who can help us learn to forgive the person (if we can) and move on. I have found that God is the one true rock in heartbreak.

One day you will realize that only time can heal your heartbreak. But in the meantime take care of yourself. Eat. Pray. Love. Do not give up on you. I do not want to say do not give up on love. The jury is still out on that one as far as I am concerned so I won’t tell you something I am not too sure about anymore.

The best thing you can do for yourself during this time to love yourself again and discover who you are again. Sometimes in a relationship you lose yourself and during heartbreak it’s a time for you to find out who you are. Love you.

There are many ways to get over heartbreak. Not everything I have written here will work for you or somebody you love. What worked for you? Or what advice would you give somebody going through heartbreak?

 

About the Author: Potentash is a blogger and writer. She writes on a variety of subjects. You can read more of her work here http://www.potentash.com/

Is it Because I am Weird?


I never set out to be weird. It was always other people who called me weird – Frank Zappa

One day I was busy doing nothing and basically minding my own business as I set my computer to shut down in 321 minutes. Unknown to me, a colleague of mine was also busy minding my business and watching me type “sudo shutdown -h 321” in the terminal. (consult Google if you do not understand, or ask me in person). “Why 321 minutes?” He asked. Of course I did not have an answer but his face had one. “YOU ARE WEIRD!” Luckily for him, he did not tell it to my face like most people do. I have heard those words more times than Einstein was told he was a genius. Make no mistake, I do not really mind being called weird. It is better than being called boring, which I am but the weirdness masks the boring part. Savvy, ey?

 So what’s with 321? To most people, it is just a number. To me, I see it as 3-2-1 which is cool. Someone once did a guest post for one of the blogs I run and named it 345 as in 3-4-5 and boy was I impressed. Whenever I am in social sites, a number is just not a number. I have to make it beautiful. Remember my retirement post? The Greatrnk is now 34,567,890 Seconds Old is what I called it. The number was not random, and you can be sure calculations were done. I love numbers that follow each other, either in ascending or descending order.

 I am not orderly but I love things in a certain manner. I want my pen with the lid on it. I prefer black pens. The lid should not be eaten. I hate people who write in Bibles or text books or who put pens or other things that can damage books in the books then proceed to close them. I hate people who fold books the other way. In the course of my studies right till campus, I preferred squared books for notes. While everyone was busy multitasking between fighting sleep and writing the notes the teacher was dictating, I was making sure three letters fit in one box and/or using one box as space. The main heading had to be in red, in upper case and underlined. The heading after had to be in upper case, in red and not underlined. Then the next one in red, in lower case and underlined with the major words starting in upper case etcetra. I hate people who write everything in upper case.

So what if I am weird? We are okay with gays but not with weird people? I lose friends the same way Harambee Stars losses matches, only a lot more frequently. I am annoying. My presence make people get allergic reactions. I have not seen pests and rodents. Apparently, I scare them away. I am weird, but that is what makes me what I am. And in the words of someone, everything I’m not, makes me everything I am. So just because I hate upper case, should I make manionfire an enemy of the state when I become president for tweeting in upper case? Just because I hate people who put pens in their own books, does it mean that I should not lend them my books just because I am afraid they will do the same and it will infuriate me to the point of my fists almost making contact with their little precious noses before I smile like nothing just happened? Of course not.

 The human race is all about judging others. He is a Muslim, I am Christian. He is Catholic, I am Protestant. He is Anglican or Lutheran, I am from the Free Church. He is Methodist, I am Baptist. He is East Baptist, I am West Baptist so that makes him bad and I am good. I hate tea, he takes tea so he is evil. We judge everything. They are gay or straight or white or black or Asian or superblack or annoying or ugly or fat or anorexic or stupid or geeks or funny or boring or human or alive.

I guess, I am judging too, and that is what makes us who we are.

TODAY’S QUOTES

I have a 12:34 representational time dance. I do it at 3:33 every other Tuesday (twice a day). If you’d like to participate in my choreographed dance routine, bring a football helmet and a half empty can of tuna (keeps the stray cats away, because I perform in a gritty, grimy downtown alley). – Jarod Kintz

 If we could somehow channel the sensitive feelings of fat people into an energy source, we could power every McDonald’s in the world.

ANNOUNCEMENT: Starting tomorrow, I will host posts from bloggers of all kinds writing on different topics. The bloggers are diverse, some have made it already and others are up and coming. If you want your post to be among them, kindly tweet me at @greatrnk or drop me an email at greatrnk@gmail.com. I will be honoured to have a guest post from you on any topic. Moreover, you need not be a blogger or a writer. Looking forward to hearing from you.

The Greatrnk Appraisal


Evaluate what you want – because what gets measured, gets produced – James Belasco

 

One day I was busy doing nothing and basically minding my own business when out of nowhere I realised I had not posted on my blog for a while. After a few minutes of thinking, I would like you to know that I did not come up with a post. It is then that I remembered our company appraisals done towards the end of last year where someone politely said I pissed them off (not exactly in those words, but that is what they meant). Unfortunately, I do not know who it is, so I still suspect everyone and I have made a point of pissing everyone at will since I have to retain the trophy of being the most annoying guy in the office when appraisals are done again.

 To matters at hand, I would like you to help me in doing an appraisal for my blog. Simply, I will nominate posts that I think are nice and you are to vote for the best post. I have divided the posts in terms of the best post, the best guest post and the best post I have done in other blogs. Here are the nominees.

 

Best Posts:

4 Facts about Actuarial Science

The Six Women to Avoid

How To Get A Girl/Guy

Let Me Live Concert

The Score Sheet

Just a Few Rules for Guys and Girls

Is She It?

The Greatrnk is 34,567,890 Seconds Old

East Side Vs West Side

Interview: Savvy Kenya

 

Best Guest Posts:

If My Laptop Could Talk by SavvyKenya

Capital Asset Pricing Model and Its Application to Investment Risk Management by Sam Kiranga

Arsenal Anonymous by Justalffie

Special, Unique, Different – Am I? by the Princess Project

Summer Bunnies Drive Me Crazy by nkirdizzle

What A Dating Site Won’t Do For You by Tonya Vrba

It is Not Easy Being a Senior Bachelor by Deestinguished

Why You Should Go Slow On What You are Smoking by Beenduta

Time To Face Some Harsh Truths by mobkay

 

Best Posts I Have Done In Other Blogs:

The Greatrnk (21 Questions)

Top On Santa’s Naughty List

Fichirenje

Why 2100 Will not be a Leap Year

Review: Twitter App LMAO

An Open Letter to Telkom Kenya Chief Executive

Help Needed

Nice Guys verses Bad Guys

Phone Etiquette

Days of A Thief

 

 

THE DAY’S

Quotes:

Is your girl acting all grumpy and giving you the cold shoulder? Tell her to go away until she learns how to communicate like an adult. – Anonymous

Pain is weakness leaving the body? Go tell that to a person with a terminal disease. Dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. – Anonymous.

PS: For some reason, if you click on hte posts, it will direct you to the particular post in question.

 

Time To Face Some Home Truths


By mobkay

There has been recent drama on the social network site, twitter, – the latest coming yesterday – concerning a certain tweep not adding up to her wealth status, and consequently showing off (rather telling what she owns). Yesterday’s drama, just like the others before, led to different reactions from different quarters. Well that was just it. What made me wonder was the extent to which people milled around the story wanting to get a piece of everything, whether helpful or not. It reminded me of something I read somewhere.

I came across a blog that, while it was hard hitting and uncomfortable at the time, forced me to think about our attitudes to ourselves and the outside world. Written by one Field Ruwe, a US based Zambian media practitioner and author, it recounts – in brutal detail – a conversation he had with a passenger seated next to him on a transatlantic flight.

His companion, a white man, introduced himself with rather startling disclosure that he had visited Zambia three years ago as part of an IMF delegation “that came to rip you guys off!” He went on to say that he was no longer with the IMF but another organization ‘with similar intentions’. He told Ruwe that the broker he worked for had acquired a chunk of the country’s debt.

He then went on to make himself even more pleasant by asserting that all African leaders, bar one or two,” had fallen for the old-carrot-and-stick trick.” Implying that they had been corrupted by organisations such as his.

If this was not enough, he launched into a stinging attack against Africans. “You guys are as stagnant as the water in a lake. We come in with our large boats and fish your minerals and your wildlife and live morsels-crumbs. That’s your staple food, crumbs. That cornmeal you eat, that’s crumbs, the small fish you call kapenta is crumbs. We the Bwanas (whites) take the catfish. I am the Bwana and you are the Muntu. I get what I want and you get what you deserve, crumbs.”

Somehow Ruwe restrained himself from responding much more robustly than with mere words against what seemed clearly a racist attack.

This is when his intercolour seemed to turn turtle. He said he was not racist but only speaking the truth. He said that apart from skin pigmentation, all scientific research has shown that there was absolutely no difference between black and white people. “And yet I feel superior,” he said, adding, ”Every white person on this plane feels superior to a black person. The white person who picks up garbage or the homeless white trash on drugs feels superior to you no matter his status or education. I can pick up a nincompoop from New York streets, clean him up, and take him to Lusaka and you will all be crowding around him chanting mzungu (white person) and yet he’s a riffraff. Tell me why, my angry friend.”

At this point, I had to admit that much as I disliked doing so, he had a point. How many times have we confronted embarrassing situations when Africans, usually the higher –ups, make fools of themselves before white people, no matter what their status? We look away and don’t mention it but in our hearts we know it is true.

The white man then went on to spell out the causes for this deplorable situation. “You and other so-called African intellectuals are damn lazy, each one of you. It is you, not those poor starving people, who are the reason Africa is in such a deplorable state.”

He went on to say that the ordinary African was the hardest working person in the world but was being let down by the elite who spent all their time having a jolly time instead of working hard and using their intellect and education to solve the continent’s problems and change the situation. “Get over this white-skin syndrome and begin to feel confident. Become innovative and make your own stuff, for God’s sake.”

It is tough to take but you have to admit he is right. Why are we not producing our own machines and equipment, why are we not solving our own water and sanitation problems, why is it that we have not yet managed a green revolution? Why do we keep waiting for someone from outside to solve our problems?

Is it not time we stop looking outside for the causes of our problems and their solutions and instead take our own destinies in our hands and go forth and create the world we want? Others have done it, what are we waiting for?

Breath of Life Concert


A man’s true wealth is the good that he does in this world to his fellows – Moliere

Frank Muriuki is a vocalist with the best gospel group of 2012, Adawnage. His father, Josphat Muriuki, 59, has melanoma (skin) cancer. He is currently admitted at MP-Shah Hospital where they are administering Radiotherapy and Chemotherapy. He has also had to undergo various surgeries including lower leg surgery in December 2009; upper (thigh) surgery in December 2010; Head surgery to remove a tumour in February 2012; and a surgery to reduce the size of his prostrate in May 2012. Due to the expenses involved, the family’s accounts and savings have run dry. Frank has had to postpone his wedding twice already due to his dad’s medical condition.

 

Breath of Life Concert


Breath of Life Concert is a fund raiser concert aimed at offsetting the medical bills that have so far been incurred by Josphat. This coming Saturday, 9th June, 2012, make a date with Adawnage Band, Zidi the Band, Dann Number 8, Pitch 5 band, Revelation Crew, Webi, Carlisto among others at St James Buruburu (Multi Purpose Hall) from 3:00 PM to 6:00 PM. The best part is that it will cost you only Kshs. 200 and all proceeds will go towards the payment of Josphat’s medical Bill. St. James Buruburu is situated at the junction just after Safaricom Centre and Equity Bank Buruburu. To get to the venue, use a No. 58 Doubl M bus from the City Centre.

 

You can also support the family pay the bills by sending whatever little or great you may have to these M-Pesa lines: 0720 612 699 (Frank) and 0720 612 698 (Harry, Frank’s brother). For more information, you can get in touch with Frank or Harry (numbers given above). You can also follow the Breath of Life Concert on facebook or tweet @adawnage on twitter.

 

Let us come on board and help the Muriuki’s at this hour of need.

TODAY’S QUOTE:

Flatter not thyself in thy faith in God if thou hast not charity for thy neighbour – Francis Quarles.

Also read Sammy’s post