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ELOQUENT IN ENGLISH? For Who!
Polished leadership communication –B. Njeru, Ph.D. THERE ARE FEW things you and I have, over recently nominated Nyandarua MCA, Milka Muthoni, beyond taught and/or learnt English pronunciation. Milka’s videos had been trending on social media, albeit with a lot of sarcasm and even hate, because she struggled to fluently read her written speech in English.…
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“Mommy I’m growing!”
On our way to Church last Sunday, Wanja, my 9-year-old, alluded to her growth as we ‘gossiped’ and laughed about her father who has been away on an assignment. Wanja had not cried over his absence. She reminded me she would cry if we visited a relative and had to leave, and how she would…
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My friend Wambui read my work!
Wambui is a different kind of girl. She is a girl who speaks with emotion and to my pleasant surprise, she writes with emotion. I realise, with this journey, there are moments that I am full of confidence about what I am finding out, and about the data collection process, and the writing process, but…
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Why research is ‘interesting’
I had come to not like the word interesting. Usually, it is dropped everywhere. I tell people what I do, and they say it is interesting. I tell others what my name is, and they say interesting. It seems like it has been the buzzword, and I do not know who to blame, but I…
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People must ask where you are.
I get tickled when people ask me where I am at with the thesis, and before I can answer their question, they either say that they know it is a bad question, or that I must be nearly done, because “they heard about my good progress a while back.” I know they say this in…
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My help
There’s a verse in the Bible that describes what I see as the cry of an overwhelmed man. This man looks around him and all he sees is a metaphorical ‘flood of stuff’. Stuff that doesn’t seem to go away. Stuff that that increases by the day when he would rather it decreases. Stuff that…
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My cousin Njenga
I lost my cousin Wairimu, this week on Tuesday. She had had a long struggle with cancer and she died a real warrior. Her brothers and sisters, needless to say, were heroes and heroines in their own right, and as we sat in My aunt Milka’s house recounting the last days of her daughter Wairimu,…
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I am not ‘there’ yet
I have not written a thing in the past few days, but I have been thinking deeply about my data and now watching videos on and reading about coding. Then last week, I went to see my supervisor in his capacity as registrar, not supervisor, and certainly, he asked me how my coding was coming…
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Yet a little while
While I prepared to write my research proposal, which took months, even though I had developed it from an assignment we did during course work, I loved reading blogs. Ideas from random people, who were not taking an expert stance yet, but only explaining their views, perspectives and interpretations of sometimes complex ideas. I also…
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Mum’s illness
There is a way in which things that are not supposed to happen, happen when they are not supposed happen. To be honest, I do not think I ever can recommend when they are supposed to happen. Mum’s illness is one of those. There was no and will never be a right time for it.…
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