Hellen Limo is a teacher,Kenya
Monday, September 27, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Rahma, Another Learned Friend;
Rahma Jillo Adhi-Adhan is another Legal Officer on the team; she works with the NGO's Coordination Board, a state agency which Regulates NGO's in Kenya.
Francis, the activist
Francis Kiwanga is The Executive Director of the Legal and Human Rights center, Dar es-salaam, Tanzania.
Sylvia The Journalist
Sylvia Nankya is a Journalist/ Parliamentary Reporter working with the New Vision Printing and Publications Limited in Kampala, Uganda.
Andrew, The PINGO MAN
Andrew Msami is a Monitoring and Evaluation officer, Pastoralist Indigenous NGO forum, Arusha, Tanzania
Meet Maggie
Democracy and Governance section, USAID, Tanzania.
Joy The Lobbyist
The great Lillian
Lillian Mashaka; The Great lady you see is the Deputy Director General, Preventing and Combating Corruption Bureau, Dar es salaam Tanzania;
Meet Chris the TC
Christopher Rusana is the town Clerk for the Municipal council of Kehancha, Kenya.
His Excellency the President
Ronald Wanyamaworks with the Kenya anti-corruption Commission as a senior Prevention Officer
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Les Aspin Cheers- by Hellen Limo
Les Aspin Cheers- by Hellen Limo
We together; eat, dance, despair,
Learn, sleep travel, endure
Nothing was remembered, nothing forgotten
Here I speak a converted poetess
Les Aspin cheers!
Now wondering two things
First why we met
Anti-corruption put us together
Les Aspin?
Les Aspin cheers!
Second cultivating moral courage
Little did I know?
Physical courage is stale
Moral courage now my core value
Les Aspin cheers!
It is little I care what path I take
And where it leads it’s little I care
But out of Les Aspin House, I care our friendship
It was fun to know all you
Les Aspin cheers!
The part of you that made me laugh
Through all the memories I have
The things that made us mad
The pain that made us cry
Les Aspin cheers
From where I started to where I am today
The journey has been long and tiring
From nothing to something I am today
It’s not been easy journey
Les Aspin cheers!
Under safe hands throughout the journey
In the hands of a gifted teacher
Les Aspin House a magical place
Notwithstanding the cigar smoke
Les Aspin cheers!
There is a smile in each face
In the hands of a gifted teacher
Creative energy is everywhere
Desire and wonder is awakened all through
Les Aspin cheers!
Anti-corruption skills modeled
In the hands of a gifted teacher
The best of reality is bottled
All these in Nairobi, D.C. and Milwaukee
Les Aspin cheers!
Gifts and talents are refined
In the hands of a gifted teacher
The willed future is designed
Kenya, Uganda and Tanzania here we come
Les Aspin cheers!
Les Aspin 2010 President Celebrates Birthday today.
Congratulations Ronald Wanyama, the Group wishes you well.
Below is Wanyama's communication to all of us on his Birthday.l
Dear colleagues,
Today is my birth day. It is a very special day that is marked by celebrations. But in some cases, the work pressures make it difficult for one to celebrate properly. I am one person who does not believe in post poning things to a later day. Indeed I would have wished to have all of you to join me in marking this day.
Today, very early in the morning, I received a gracious call from my mom, wishing me a happy birthday. She reminded me of how happy she was the day I was born and how her mother was at hand to receive me. She concluded by telling me to share whatever I have with friends on this great day. I wondered what to do since I have alot of work pending on my desk, ranging from drafting speeches to formulating strategies to prevent corruption in various sectors of our economy. I then said to myself that I have special friends who I can share with a story that teaches what my mom told me to do, a story that teaches us not to be too greedy. And the story goes like this:
''A Holy man was having a conversation with the Lord one day and said, 'Lord, I would like to know what Heaven and Hell are like.'
The Lord led the holy man to two doors.
He opened one of the doors and the holy man looked in.
In the middle of the room was a large round table.
In the middle of the table was a large pot of stew,
which smelled delicious and made the holy man's mouth water.
The people sitting around the table were thin and sickly.
They appeared to be famished. They were holding spoons with very long handles that were strapped to their arms and each found it possible to reach into the pot of stew and take a spoonful.
But because the handle was longer than their arms, they could not get the spoons back into their mouths.
The holy man shuddered at the sight of their misery and suffering.
The Lord said, 'You have seen Hell. They went to the next room and opened the door. It was exactly the same as the first one.
There was the large round table with the large pot of stew which made the holy man's mouth water.
The people were equipped with the same long-handled spoons, but here the people were well nourished and plump, laughing and talking.
The holy man said, 'I don't understand.
'It is simple,' said the Lord. 'It requires but one skill.
You see, they have learned to feed each other.
The greedy think only of themselves.'
When Jesus died on the cross, he was thinking of you.''
Remember colleagues that I would have wanted to share my spoon with you. But it was not possible today. Next time, God willing, I will invite all of you to share my spoon with you.
God bless all of you abundantly on this special day.
With love,
Ronald.
Today is my birth day. It is a very special day that is marked by celebrations. But in some cases, the work pressures make it difficult for one to celebrate properly. I am one person who does not believe in post poning things to a later day. Indeed I would have wished to have all of you to join me in marking this day.
Today, very early in the morning, I received a gracious call from my mom, wishing me a happy birthday. She reminded me of how happy she was the day I was born and how her mother was at hand to receive me. She concluded by telling me to share whatever I have with friends on this great day. I wondered what to do since I have alot of work pending on my desk, ranging from drafting speeches to formulating strategies to prevent corruption in various sectors of our economy. I then said to myself that I have special friends who I can share with a story that teaches what my mom told me to do, a story that teaches us not to be too greedy. And the story goes like this:
''A Holy man was having a conversation with the Lord one day and said, 'Lord, I would like to know what Heaven and Hell are like.'
The Lord led the holy man to two doors.
He opened one of the doors and the holy man looked in.
In the middle of the room was a large round table.
In the middle of the table was a large pot of stew,
which smelled delicious and made the holy man's mouth water.
The people sitting around the table were thin and sickly.
They appeared to be famished. They were holding spoons with very long handles that were strapped to their arms and each found it possible to reach into the pot of stew and take a spoonful.
But because the handle was longer than their arms, they could not get the spoons back into their mouths.
The holy man shuddered at the sight of their misery and suffering.
The Lord said, 'You have seen Hell. They went to the next room and opened the door. It was exactly the same as the first one.
There was the large round table with the large pot of stew which made the holy man's mouth water.
The people were equipped with the same long-handled spoons, but here the people were well nourished and plump, laughing and talking.
The holy man said, 'I don't understand.
'It is simple,' said the Lord. 'It requires but one skill.
You see, they have learned to feed each other.
The greedy think only of themselves.'
When Jesus died on the cross, he was thinking of you.''
Remember colleagues that I would have wanted to share my spoon with you. But it was not possible today. Next time, God willing, I will invite all of you to share my spoon with you.
God bless all of you abundantly on this special day.
With love,
Ronald.
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