Njiwa

Njiwa peleka salamu
Oo kwa yule wangu muhimu
Mueleze afahamu
Kwamba ninapata taabu
Hali yangu mahamumu
Oo maradhi yameni siibu

Chorus
Eewe njiwa x2
Peleka salamu
Kwa yule x2
Wangu muhimu

Usiku kucha nakesha
Oo na yeye ndiye sababu
Ewapo haji maisha
Itamfika aibu
Pendo langu halijesha
Oo ndilo lino niadhibu

Njiwa usi hadhaike
Oo nenda ulete majibu
Nenda upesi ufike
Mkimbilie swahibu
Mbele yake utamke
Oo ni yeye wa kunijibu


Ukifika tafadhali
Oo sema naye taratibu
Ukisema kwa ukali
Mambo utayaharibu
Kamwabie sina hali
Oo kufariki si ajabu

PlayOffs

Playoffs started last weekend and can I just say they have being off the chain. Lets start off with the Western Conference:

Phoenix Suns Vs Lakers (My pick Suns)

LA Clippers Vs Nuggets (Clippers)

Dallas Mavs Vs Memphis Grizzlies (Mavs)

San A. Spurs Vs Sac. Kings (Spurs)

Ron Artest got suspended from a game for his unsportsmanship display against the Spurs. The other suspension to come, due to the opening game of the series, was from Miami Heat (Haslem). This dude threw his mouth piece at the ref. Of all the refs he had to test Crawford. He was tossed out of the game and got suspended for a game. Which leads me to the Eastern Conference:

Detroit Pistons Vs Mil. Bucks (My # 1 D-Town)

Chicago Bulls Vs Miami Heat (Bulls)

Indiana Pacers Vs NJ Nets (Pacers)

Cleveland Cavs Vs Washington Wiz. (Cavs)

It should be a highly charged playoff series and I for one can't wait. I will update time to time with commentaries as it progresses.

Massari ya3ni Money

I don't think this guy is yet in the American market even though he hails from across the border. Trilingual, he speaks arabic, english and french fluently but more than that his ascent into the R&B charts has being astounding. He was already the biggest selling Canadian R&B artist of 2005. I was supposed to get his cd as a gift for my birthday but after realizing that Amazon was asking for $26 for it, I passed. So far I like his arabic influenced songs, though I can't say much for the "thug" influenced ones. Interesting fact about him was he was born in Beirut. You can't tell from listening to him that he is middle eastern even though you can faintly tell he has an exotic accent. At first I thought he is arab muslim but I was thankful when I realized he is arab christian. This is one of his best selling songs;Be Easy.

Tear Jerkers

I just spent three hours watching the diary of Anne Frank instead of catching some zzzzz that I haven't had for a couple days. My roomate felt I needed to finish this story. I had begun to watch the movie a couple weeks ago while I was putting rollers in my hair. At the time, all I wanted was something to keep my eyes occupied. I soon found out that this movie was not a wise choice.

The Diary of Anne Frank is a book that most Americans get to read in their elementary education. Now, since I wasn't privy to American education I didn't pay attention when my sister brought the book home and asked me if I had read it. I told her I hadn't and perused the back of the book. It looked ok but I have this distaste for books that the school assigns for reading. Nevertheless, I bought a copy and placed it in my library to be read on a rainy day. I believe it is still sitting there till now. Anyway, back to my tale. I sat watching the movie for an hour and just as it was getting interesting (read when WWII broke out) I was ushered to bed by my roomate. Today as I lay on the couch trying to coax sleep, Patricia waltzed in offering entertainment (movie) and breakfast. I couldn't say no and so I agreed to continue the movie. Little did I know that within an hour I would be sobbing into my night shirt. My roomate curled up next to me and joined me in the crying fest. I didn't understand why she was crying. She had watched this movie countless of times! Half an hour left on the movie, I couldn' t take it anymore. I was sobbing so hard that my lungs didn't have time to expand to get oxygen. I had a huge lump permanently stuck in my throat. My eyes itched from all the wiping I was doing. I was a mess. I tried to get up so I could compose myself but my roomate was having none of it. She promised it was nearly done and I should wait it out. So there we were, two girls sitting on the couch with a blanket around them and crying like children. The pitter patter of the rain added a touch of dramatism to the whole scene. Finally the movie ended and only one person survived from the FRANK family. **sob sob...........sniffle sniffle**

Speaking of movies that make me cry, I always manage to break down when watching movies yet my mother says I am cold hearted cause in real life nothing moves me to tears unless I have pent up frustration. Here are some of the ones that made me cry: Yesterday, Hotel Rwanda, Constant Gardener (via native female), Sisterhood of Travelling Pants, Kal Ho Naa Ho, Pay it Forward, Boys Don't Cry, Life is Beautiful, The Green Mile, I AM SAM, John Q and finally Notebook. These are the ones I can think of now. I probably have cried while watching others but these are the most memorable.

Chance Meeting II

It had been a year since Mohamed had met Fartun. Their relationship had grown into something beautiful and earthly like a sakura tree. Mohamed had decided to marry this ethereal woman whose eyes hid so much sorrow, whose smile lit a room and whose anger burned whoever it touched. Fartun became his wife a year after the divorce from her estranged husband. Mohamed had legally adopted Kamar and Kay to protect them from their father and to provide them stability. Making our way into the present day lives of Mohamed and Fartun, we walk in on Mohamed staring through a glass door...........


Mohamed watched Fartun turn her back to the class and write something out on the board. It looked like an antiderivative with limits. Mohamed cringed internally remembering nights spent sweating over calculus in his freshman year at school. He sneaked a peek into the classroom to see the students staring enraptured at their teacher. He knew the feeling. Fartun was tall and beautiful but more than that she had the ability to capture your attention and keep it. Mohamed supposed this was what made her a great teacher. She made the subject interesting at times even managing to convince Mohamed to help grade papers. "Mama........MAMA!" squeaked his son. Mohamed looked down at the full head of hair turned to the doorway. His son was learning to talk and had apparently recognized his mother through the glass pane. Mohamed bent down to scoop Khadar into his arms. His son had inherited the wide set eyes from his mother and was staring at him fixatedly. His pudgy hands touching Mohamed's face affectionately, Khadar soon lost interest in what lay on the other side of the glass door. **Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrring......................Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring**

Mohamed stepped away from the door and let the mob make its way to their lockers. Fartun noticed him standing at the door and rushed over smiling broadly. "Hey baby," she cooed. "Hey beautiful,"replied Mohamed. "Erm sweety I was talking to Khadar but I guess you are also my baby," teased Fartun as she plucked Khadar from his arms. As she played with her son she instructed Mohamed in the collection of her papers. All packed up and ready, Mohamed and his family made their way to the parking lot. The crowd has thinned considerably and Fartun was regaling Mohamed with tales of her students. Mohamed opened the car door while listening and proceeded in strapping Khadar into the car seat. From the other side of the parking lot angry voices reached them. A split second later Mohamed noticed that Fartun's voice had stopped. He turned to look over his shoulder to see if she was making her way to the passenger seat, but she wasn't anywhere near the car. Instinctively Mohamed turned towards the angry voices which had now risen to crescendo levels. He saw Fartun's back darting in between the cars in a jog. Cursing under his breath Mohamed started undoing the carseat to get Khadar out. He worked fast as a premonition stole over him. **Crack Crack rang the gunshots**

Mohamed's heart skipped a beat. He undid the last buckle and grabbed Khadar from the car. Not locking the doors or anything Mohamed ran towards the far end of the parking lot. Mohamed couldn't believe it was taking him this long. He was a runner and for once his legs were not moving as fast as he wanted. As he got closer he saw a ring of people around a fallen body. Heart in his mouth, Mohamed pushed his way through the crowd. "Noooooooooooooo............" the carnal voice he emitted was primal in every sense. Lying in a pool of her own blood was Fartun. She held his gaze as he knelt beside her. "Call an ambulance dammit! Someone please call an ambulance...........give her space. Move! Move! Baby...........Xabibi you are going to be fine. Stay awake baby" Mohamed looked at Fartun trying to figure out where she was shot. He lifted her shirt and saw blood spurting from a hole near the edge of her ribs. Her hands reached out to Khadar as she struggled to breath. Her face had the parlor of death stealing over it. Mohamed pulled her up so she could lay on his lap. Khadar touched his mother's face in a playful manner. He pulled at his mother's nose as Fartun quietly smiled through her tears. She kissed Khadar's hands everytime they ventured past her lips. Mohamed couldn't bear looking at the scene any longer. He turned to ask if the ambulance had come even though he could hear the sirens as they drew near. He placed his hands over the hole to try to stem the flow of blood but he could still hear the gurgle of air escaping through the blood. He closed his eyes and prayed for the first time for someone other than him. He earnestly held his child in one hand as his wife's head lay on his lap. He asked and he pleaded and he bartered with God, hoping against all hope that his prayers would be answered. "Mohamed, its alright," whispered Fartun. Mohamed opened his eyes to see her smiling serenely at him. She extended her hands to him as she beckoned him to come closer. Mohamed shook his head side to side not ready to hear anything. He was not ready for her to leave. He had just found her. Fartun tried to raise up on her elbow but she fell back. Her eyes had tears yet she looked happy and at peace. It took Mohamed a minute before he realized that Fartun had breathed her last. Grabbing at her torso, Mohamed lay her on the floor. Setting Khadar on the side he started administering CPR. Everytime he breathed into her, the bubbles emerging from the hole increased. Mohamed lost count of how many minutes he kept pumping at her heart. He felt hands grabbing at him and he fought against them. She was not gone. Fartun was not gone. He could still save her. A needle pricked him and slowly the world dimmed to nothing.

Pwani iwakilishwe

Nostalgia kicked in again because the warm weather is finally here. I picked Mr. Nice's song due to the fact that this guy can shake better than most girls out there! Enjoy.

Madea in Print

Hellerrrr!

This is Madea, how yall doing.(please read this is your most propperrr Madea Voice)

Listen I wrote a book. I got tired of all ya'll asking me all kinds of advice so I wrote down all the advice that I could and put it in this book.It's called it "DON'T MAKE A BLACK WOMAN TAKE OFF HER EARRINGS", and I mean it. It will be on the stands April 11th just in time to make you laugh after paying your taxes.Ya'll got to read this book. I talk about every thing from the miracles of Vaseline to "klink klink lock down". This is my first book and I don't want it to be my last so for all ya'll who like to read, and for ya'll who don't read this is a book you will enjoy. So, pick it up. It is wonderfurr. You can get the book at my favorite store Walmart, or any book store, including that Barney and Nobles place, and all them other places where you readers go to get something to read. I hope you enjoy it and put it on your book club list cause it ain't never gonna make it to Oprah's book club. I guess if Springer had one, this book would be right at home. If you need a laugh or just some advice on relationships, dating, love, money, and raising children Madea style, or killing your husband without getting caught then this is the book for you. So, if you need a laugh or you know somebody that is so stuck up that they look like they been sucking lemons then buy this book for them.They will think you're being nice, but the truth is you want them to relax before you go off on them.

Thank yourrr
Madearrr.


I love Tyler Perry and what he stands for. This guy has stuck to his guns in Hollywood and has kept the main message in his plays and soon to be movies. His plays have a message of faith and forgiveness in them and even though they are primarily directed to Christians I think most of us can do well to learn a thing or two from it. My sister sent me this e-mail because I am a huge fan of the plays. This coming month of May, Tyler Perry arrives in Minneapolis to do his play "Madea goes to Jail". I will be stuck studying for finals and won't be able to make it. I can take solace in knowing that God Willing one of these summery days I can take a trip to the closest venue to watch him live. I am looking forward to getting the book too.

The Champs!!!

FSU wins the NCAA championship game. They won against UCLA bruins. It was a beautifully played game. Brewer made a huge difference with his constant pressure and steals. Joakim made a difference with his blocks. Hodge, Moss, Green, Humphrey and Horford all made a difference. This team walked on that court with their mind set on winning this game. Their coach instilled his competitive nature in them. He stoked the fire and it blazed bright and true on that court.

UCLA was used to holding an opposing team to under 50 points. FSU was having none of that tonite. They gave UCLA no chance of tying the game neither did they let up on the pressure. At times they were half court defence and at times they were full court defence. The thrill in the game was so much that with each basket that UCLA got you wanted to see what FSU's answer was. Absolutely deserving on the championship if you ask me.

Madness that trancendes Self

Collecting information for the tunnel of oppression was a stark eye opener to me. I realized there are many things that are sometimes beyond our scope of empathy. Read on.

"White people are running around trying to save everything including stupid, useless niggers....We need ethnic cleansing on a massive scales in this country. Fcuk sending them back to Africa, we should just sweep them into the sea. Sharks gotta eat too," wrote one white supremacist on VNN about Hurricane Katrina black victims.

On Dec 7th, 1995: Two African American residents of Fayetteville, North Carolina, were brutally and senselessly murdered by three soldiers who apparently identified themselves as Neo-Nazi skin heads. Police said the soldiers were looking for black people to harass and shot the victims as they were walking down the street. Micheal James, 36 and Jackie Burden, 27, were shot down in a city street in the early morning hours.

On Mar 29th, 1996: An African American woman, Bridget Ward and her two daughters, Jamila, 9 and Jasmine, 3 moved into a rented home in the virtually all-white Philly neighbourhood of Bridesburg. Late that night, she heard young people marching down the street, chanting, "Burn, motherfcuker burn." The next morning, Ward, who works as a nurse's aide, found racial slurs smeared on her house, ketchup spilled on the front side walk and back porch, and an oily liquid was splattered in the rear.

1993: In Fairfax County, Virginia, an affluent community near Washington, DC, A 41 year old black woman heard the doorbell ring at the home where she was house-sitting. When she looked out the window, she saw a cross burning 10 feet from the front door.

1994: In Los Angeles suburb of South Gate, the white neighbours of a black woman burned a cross on her lawn, kicked her children, hanged and gassed her puppies and placed "White Power" signs on her property.

Wedowee became the focus of national attention in 1994 when the high school principal threatened to cancel the prom if inter-racial couples planned to attend. He announced to the school that a young woman of mixed race had been a "mistake". The final result of racial tensions provoked by the divided community was a school that was burned to the ground.

A crossburning took place outside a black student's dormitory at LSU in January 1992, and in February, a cross was burned at a black family's home in frisco.In april 1993, the only person of color in a group of youths in New Orleans was struck and dragged by a car occupied by white men who yelled racial slurs at the black college student.

Three inmates of the Picayune jail were visited in July 1990 by men wearing Klan masks. The men placed a knife to the throat of one inmate and threatened to kill him. A police officer and jailer were implicated by an FBI investigation.

Approximately 250 marchers turned out in Meridian and Philly on April 27, 1991, for a march sponsored by the Confederate Knights of America. About 30 skinheads acted as security for the march and later that evening , a triple crossburning was held near Decatur.

The most gruesome of all was the story of Byrd, 49, who accepted a ride from suspects as he walked home from a niece's bridal shower. Police believed that instead of taking him home, the men drove Byrd to a wooded area, beat him, chained him behind Berry's truck and sped down a bumpy road east of town. Allegedly Brewer said that the victim's throat was cut before they dragged him. Byrd's severed head, neck and right arm were discovered about a mile from where his shredded torso was dumped. A trial of blood, body parts and personal effects stretched for two miles, police said. This happened in Texas.

I can understand that these atrocities are far surpassed by the ones commited in our own continent of Africa, but what I fail to see is the logic. USA claims to be a haven of democracy and equal rights. 130 years after the abolishment of slavery and there are still incidences of oppression. How can you be an advocate for human rights when it is not even followed within your borders nor believed by some of your citizens?

Final Matchups

Yea so today I am tired and in a crappy mood. Less than 8 hours of sleep in the past 55 some hours and I am still awake. Wish I knew what kicks my insomnia in high gear some days. Anyway FSU made it against GMU, just like I prefered it. Noah wasn't his full self this game and kept getting benched. Talk about him getting called for travelling calls everytime he got his groove. But they won and with a sizable margin too.



UCLA vs LSU team was a blow out. LSU should have just given up when there was a 10 point diff. UCLA utilized their bench and Hollins got to rest a lot during the game. Their defense was perfect and even though it was a low scoring game, LSU had no hopes of making it.


That leaves FSU and UCLA as contenders for the championship. Come Monday we will see who is the best college BBall team out there.