Creationist folly on human diversity


As humans, were we created just as we are? To the creationist, without question, this is biblical truth. To the curious mind, we start looking for answers within the diversity of different species starting with humans. Using the Tower of Babel to explain human diversity is like hoping to get Father Christmas to resolve global hunger. Continue reading “Creationist folly on human diversity”

God of the Gaps – African Religious Delusion

I must admit, as an African, we have been left behind in seeking and searching the real truth about common aspects of our lives, origins and our existence. Worst of all, we have been conditioned to think that it is a virtue to be satisfied with a lack of understanding. Something that we give a righteous name… Faith! Even more preposterous is the fact that intellectual curiosity is frowned upon and stigmatized in the society. It’s a vice, depravity of the highest order. Continue reading “God of the Gaps – African Religious Delusion”

Handcuffs and Stethoscopes cannot co-exist!

It is a sad moment for Kenya. A country where professionals are treated like thugs for standing up for what is right – The right to quality and accessible healthcare for all Kenyans. Doctors are jailed for ‘contempt’ of court when politicians roam freely for blatantly robbing billions of shillings from poor citizens. How ironical that Josephine Kabura publicly narrates how they squandered tens of millions from NYS and still perambulating freely, while Dr. Oluga et al, are thrown to jail for leading a cause that would otherwise transform the national Healthcare System? Continue reading “Handcuffs and Stethoscopes cannot co-exist!”

Why are Blacks Poor? The Jewish Interview!

Borrowed from the Internet:

INTERVIEWER: Why are blacks so behind economically?

JEWISH LEADER: The only aspect blacks understand is consumption. Black people don’t understand the importance of building wealth. The fundamental rule is to keep the money within your racial group. We build Jewish Business, Hire Jewish, Buy Jewish and Spend Jewish.

There is nothing wrong with that, but it is a basic rule that blacks cannot comprehend and follow.

“He kills his fellow blacks daily instead of wanting to see his fellow blacks do well”. 93% of blacks killed in America is by other blacks.

Their leaders steal from their people and send the money back to their colonial master from whom they borrow the same money from – at an interest!

Every successful black wants to spend their money in the country of his colonial masters! They go on holiday abroad, buy houses abroad, school abroad and hospitals abroad… instead of spending the money in their country to benefit their own people.

Statistics show that Jew’s money exchanges hands 18 times before leaving his community, while for blacks it is possibly a maximum of once or zero.

Only 6% of black money goes back to their community. This is why Jews are the top and blacks are at the bottom of every ladder in the society.

Instead of buying Louis Vuitton, Gucci, expensive cars, shoes, dresses, houses, etc. blacks can industrialize Africa, build Africa and get rid of colonial institutions by putting them out of business.

INTERVIEWER: What are your thoughts on failure of blacks economically?

JEWISH LEADER: Well, nothing is the Black Mans fault. His compulsive habit of killing his own, compulsive material consumption, his inability to build businesses or preserve wealth is usually somebody else’s fault!

INTERVIEWER: So what can Blacks do to liberate themselves?

JEWISH LEADER: Blacks must take responsibility. They must unit and vehemently fight corrupt leaders who run down their country! They must run to IMF borrow to build their country as though IMF was father Christmas!

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Kenyan doctors: Patients dying of corruption not strike!

NAIROBI – As the doctors’ strike enters its third day in Kenya, local reports show that scores of patients have died while others continue to suffer after medical practitioners downed their tools countrywide.

Police said over 50 patients out of the 101 who escaped on Monday, from the country’s main mental hospital, Mathari Hospital, are still missing.

However, the doctors are adamant that the deaths have not been caused by the ongoing strike by medics in public hospitals but rather by the “sickening corruption” and looting of public coffers that has left hospitals unequipped and understaffed.

Speaking to African News Agency in Nairobi, Kenya Medical Practitioners and Dentists Union (KMPDU) Secretary Central Branch, Dr. Goody Gor said that the deaths reported in local media and social media were not as a result of the doctors’ strike.

“I feel horrible about these deaths but they have not been caused by the strike but rather because hospitals are under equipped and understaffed,” said Gor.

She illustrated by giving an example of how she lost three patients last week at the government hospital in Nyeri due to under staffing at the facility.

She said the biggest mistake the government made was to devolve the health sector to the 47 Counties. She said the deterioration in facilities and also the political interference from local politicians at county level was extremely frustrating to the medical practitioners.

“Patients have been dying in droves due to poor medical infrastructure but now the media is amplifying deaths and attributing them to the strike. And now they want to arrest our union leaders to arm twist us. It will not work this time,” said Gor.

Meanwhile President Uhuru Kenyatta has pleaded with the doctors to call off the strike and give dialogue a chance. A call which has gone unheeded.

However, the medics are unrelenting and have said that nothing short of a full implementation of the Collective Bargaining Agreement (CBA) that was signed in 2013 would make them return to work.

On Monday, the Kenya Medical Practitioners and Dentists Union (KMPDU), called its over 5,000 members attached to public health facilities across the country to down their tools causing what is being billed as the biggest health crisis in Kenya since the devolution of the health sector to the 47 Counties.

Speaking to African News Agency in Nairobi after a marathon of meetings, the Secretary General Central Branch (KMPDU), Gor said that the government has been frustrating negotiations for three and half years making it impossible to find common ground.

“The meetings that government has been calling have been to threaten us, not to negotiate,” said Gor, adding that time for talk was over and time for action was upon the government.

“We are overworked and underpaid. We went to school for seven years to become doctors and we have nothing to show for it. All this talk about us boycotting meetings called by government is lies. Why call a meeting on a Sunday and at night?”

Normal meetings are held between Monday and Friday, during normal working hours, that is 8am to 5pm, and that is what the court ordered, said Gor.

Gor said that according to a court order issued in October this year, the government and the doctors were directed to resolve the issues pertaining to the implementation of the CBA within 90 days but that the government ignored the court order leaving the medics no option but to strike.

“We now have just four weeks before the courts’ 90 days are over and the government is still not taking us seriously. This time the only ‘return to work formula’ we shall accept is a full implementation of the 2013 CBA. Nothing less,” said Gor.

“Punda amechoka” (Swahili for the donkey is tired) said Gor adding that the adage “Happy doctor, happy patient” has to become a reality in Kenya.

According to the World Health Organisation Kenya has 0.2 doctors per 1000 population making it one of the world’s lowest doctor to patient ratio.

The World Health Organisation (WHO) stats show that about 44 percent of WHO Member States report to have less than one physician per 1000 population, a large percentage of this being in Sub Saharan Africa.

Meanwhile the Kenya Ministry of Health is appealing to the doctors and nurses to reconsider their stand to alleviate the public suffering in public hospitals. In a tweet, the Ministry said they were pursuing talks with the medical practitioners.

Some 5,000 Kenyan doctors, pharmacists, dentists and nurses went on strike on Monday after negotiations between unions and government over a pay rise collapsed on Sunday.

Checkpoint speaks to a mother who’s struggling to cope with her schizophrenic daughter after the Gauteng government introduced a new mental health strategy.

Striking doctors and nurses have paralysed Kenya’s public health system, endangering the lives of critically ill patients, local media reported.


Does the concept of wealth stem from our Culture?

African Culture, Wealth Culture

Culture is a rather complex concept to define and characterize. For the purposes of the wealth context, I’ll constrain myself to shared values and norms between individuals in a society or community.

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Opinion:You Lazy (Intellectual) African Scum!

They call the Third World the lazy man’s purview; the sluggishly slothful and languorous prefecture. In this realm people are sleepy, dreamy, torpid, lethargic, and therefore indigent—totally penniless, needy, destitute, poverty-stricken, disfavored, and impoverished. In this demesne, as they call it, there are hardly any discoveries, inventions, and innovations. Africa is the trailblazer. Some still call it “the dark continent” for the light that flickers under the tunnel is not that of hope, but an approaching train. And because countless keep waiting in the way of the train, millions die and many more remain decapitated by the day.

“It’s amazing how you all sit there and watch yourselves die,” the man next to me said. “Get up and do something about it.”

Brawny, fully bald-headed, with intense, steely eyes, he was as cold as they come. When I first discovered I was going to spend my New Year’s Eve next to him on a non-stop JetBlue flight from Los Angeles to Boston I was angst-ridden. I associate marble-shaven Caucasians with iconoclastic skin-heads, most of who are racist.

“My name is Walter,” he extended his hand as soon as I settled in my seat.

I told him mine with a precautious smile.

“Where are you from?” he asked.


“Zambia!” he exclaimed, “Kaunda’s country.”

“Yes,” I said, “Now Sata’s.”

“But of course,” he responded. “You just elected King Cobra as your president.”

My face lit up at the mention of Sata’s moniker. Walter smiled, and in those cold eyes I saw an amenable fellow, one of those American highbrows who shuttle between Africa and the U.S.

“I spent three years in Zambia in the 1980s,” he continued. “I wined and dined with Luke Mwananshiku, Willa Mungomba, Dr. Siteke Mwale, and many other highly intelligent Zambians.” He lowered his voice. “I was part of the IMF group that came to rip you guys off.” He smirked. “Your government put me in a million dollar mansion overlooking a shanty called Kalingalinga. From my patio I saw it all—the rich and the poor, the ailing, the dead, and the healthy.”

“Are you still with the IMF?” I asked.

“I have since moved to yet another group with similar intentions. In the next few months my colleagues and I will be in Lusaka to hypnotize the cobra. I work for the broker that has acquired a chunk of your debt. Your government owes not the World Bank, but us millions of dollars. We’ll be in Lusaka to offer your president a couple of millions and fly back with a check twenty times greater.”

“No, you won’t,” I said. “King Cobra is incorruptible. He is …”

He was laughing. “Says who? Give me an African president, just one, who has not fallen for the carrot and stick.”

Quett Masire’s name popped up.

“Oh, him, well, we never got to him because he turned down the IMF and the World Bank. It was perhaps the smartest thing for him to do.”

At midnight we were airborne. The captain wished us a happy 2012 and urged us to watch the fireworks across Los Angeles.

“Isn’t that beautiful,” Walter said looking down.

From my middle seat, I took a glance and nodded admirably.

“That’s white man’s country,” he said. “We came here on Mayflower and turned Indian land into a paradise and now the most powerful nation on earth. We discovered the bulb, and built this aircraft to fly us to pleasure resorts like Lake Zambia.”

I grinned. “There is no Lake Zambia.”

He curled his lips into a smug smile. “That’s what we call your country. You guys are as stagnant as the water in the lake. We come in with our large boats and fish your minerals and your wildlife and leave morsels—crumbs. That’s your staple food, crumbs. That corn-meal you eat, that’s crumbs, the small Tilapia fish you call Kapenta is crumbs. We the Bwanas (whites) take the cat fish. I am the Bwana and you are the Muntu. I get what I want and you get what you deserve, crumbs. That’s what lazy people get—Zambians, Africans, the entire Third World.”

The smile vanished from my face.

“I see you are getting pissed off,” Walter said and lowered his voice. “You are thinking this Bwana is a racist. That’s how most Zambians respond when I tell them the truth. They go ballistic. Okay. Let’s for a moment put our skin pigmentations, this black and white crap, aside. Tell me, my friend, what is the difference between you and me?”

“There’s no difference.”

“Absolutely none,” he exclaimed. “Scientists in the Human Genome Project have proved that. It took them thirteen years to determine the complete sequence of the three billion DNA subunits. After they

were all done it was clear that 99.9% nucleotide bases were exactly the same in you and me. We are the same people. All white, Asian, Latino, and black people on this aircraft are the same.”

I gladly nodded.

“And yet I feel superior,” he smiled fatalistically. “Every white person on this plane feels superior to a black person. The white guy who picks up garbage, the homeless white trash on drugs, feels superior to you no matter his status or education. I can pick up a nincompoop from the New York streets, clean him up, and take him to Lusaka and you all be crowding around him chanting muzungu, muzungu and yet he’s a riffraff. Tell me why my angry friend.”

For a moment I was wordless.

“Please don’t blame it on slavery like the African Americans do, or colonialism, or some psychological impact or some kind of stigmatization. And don’t give me the brainwash poppycock. Give me a better answer.”

I was thinking.

He continued. “Excuse what I am about to say. Please do not take offense.”

I felt a slap of blood rush to my head and prepared for the worst.

“You my friend flying with me and all your kind are lazy,” he said. “When you rest your head on the pillow you don’t dream big. You and other so-called African intellectuals are damn lazy, each one of you. It is you, and not those poor starving people, who is the reason Africa is in such a deplorable state.”

“That’s not a nice thing to say,” I protested.

He was implacable. “Oh yes it is and I will say it again, you are lazy. Poor and uneducated Africans are the most hardworking people on earth. I saw them in the Lusaka markets and on the street selling merchandise. I saw them in villages toiling away. I saw women on Kafue Road crushing stones for sell and I wept. I said to myself where are the Zambian intellectuals? Are the Zambian engineers so imperceptive they cannot invent a simple stone crusher, or a simple water filter to purify well water for those poor villagers? Are you telling me that after thirty-seven years of independence your university school of engineering has not produced a scientist or an engineer who can make simple small machines for mass use? What is the school there for?”

I held my breath.

“Do you know where I found your intellectuals? They were in bars quaffing. They were at the Lusaka Golf Club, Lusaka Central Club, Lusaka Playhouse, and Lusaka Flying Club. I saw with my own eyes a bunch of alcoholic graduates. Zambian intellectuals work from eight to five and spend the evening drinking. We don’t. We reserve the evening for brainstorming.”

He looked me in the eye.

“And you flying to Boston and all of you Zambians in the Diaspora are just as lazy and apathetic to your country. You don’t care about your country and yet your very own parents, brothers and sisters are in Mtendere, Chawama, and in villages, all of them living in squalor. Many have died or are dying of neglect by you. They are dying of AIDS because you cannot come up with your own cure. You are here calling yourselves graduates, researchers and scientists and are fast at articulating your credentials once asked—oh, I have a PhD in this and that—PhD my foot!”

I was deflated.

“Wake up you all!” he exclaimed, attracting the attention of nearby passengers. “You should be busy lifting ideas, formulae, recipes, and diagrams from American manufacturing factories and sending them to your own factories. All those research findings and dissertation papers you compile should be your country’s treasure. Why do you think the Asians are a force to reckon with? They stole our ideas and turned them into their own. Look at Japan, China, India, just look at them.”

He paused. “The Bwana has spoken,” he said and grinned. “As long as you are dependent on my plane, I shall feel superior and you my friend shall remain inferior, how about that? The Chinese, Japanese, Indians, even Latinos are a notch better. You Africans are at the bottom of the totem pole.”

He tempered his voice. “Get over this white skin syndrome and begin to feel confident. Become innovative and make your own stuff for god’s sake.”

At 8 a.m. the plane touched down at Boston’s Logan International Airport. Walter reached for my hand.

“I know I was too strong, but I don’t give it a damn. I have been to Zambia and have seen too much poverty.” He pulled out a piece of paper and scribbled something. “Here, read this. It was written by a friend.”

He had written only the title: “Lords of Poverty.”

Thunderstruck, I had a sinking feeling. I watched Walter walk through the airport doors to a waiting car. He had left a huge dust devil twirling in my mind, stirring up sad memories of home. I could see Zambia’s literati—the cognoscente, intelligentsia, academics, highbrows, and scholars in the places he had mentioned guzzling and talking irrelevancies. I remembered some who have since passed—how they got the highest grades in mathematics and the sciences and attained the highest education on the planet. They had been to Harvard, Oxford, Yale, Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT), only to leave us with not a single invention or discovery. I knew some by name and drunk with them at the Lusaka Playhouse and Central Sports.

Walter is right. It is true that since independence we have failed to nurture creativity and collective orientations. We as a nation lack a workhorse mentality and behave like 13 million civil servants dependent on a government pay cheque. We believe that development is generated 8-to-5 behind a desk wearing a tie with our degrees hanging on the wall. Such a working environment does not offer the opportunity for fellowship, the excitement of competition, and the spectacle of innovative rituals.

But the intelligentsia is not solely, or even mainly, to blame. The larger failure is due to political circumstances over which they have had little control. The past governments failed to create an environment of possibility that fosters camaraderie, rewards innovative ideas and encourages resilience. KK, Chiluba, Mwanawasa, and Banda embraced orthodox ideas and therefore failed to offer many opportunities for drawing outside the line.

I believe King Cobra’s reset has been cast in the same faculties as those of his predecessors. If today I told him that we can build our own car, he would throw me out.

“Naupena? Fuma apa.” (Are you mad? Get out of here)

Knowing well that King Cobra will not embody innovation at Walter’s level let’s begin to look for a technologically active-positive leader who can succeed him after a term or two. That way we can make our own stone crushers, water filters, water pumps, razor blades, and harvesters. Let’s dream big and make tractors, cars, and planes, or, like Walter said, forever remain inferior.

A fundamental transformation of our country from what is essentially non-innovative to a strategic superior African country requires a bold risk-taking educated leader with a triumphalist attitude and we have one in YOU. Don’t be highly strung and feel insulted by Walter. Take a moment and think about our country. Our journey from 1964 has been marked by tears. It has been an emotionally overwhelming experience. Each one of us has lost a loved one to poverty, hunger, and disease. The number of graves is catching up with the population. It’s time to change our political culture. It’s time for Zambian intellectuals to cultivate an active-positive progressive movement that will change our lives forever. Don’t be afraid or dispirited, rise to the challenge and salvage the remaining few of your beloved ones.


This article was penned by Field Ruwe.  He is a US-based Zambian media practitioner and author. He is a PhD candidate with a B.A. in Mass Communication and Journalism, and an M.A. in History. !

UNCEA Report – Kenya highest in Poverty Rise over 2 decades!

Even though Africa has made progress towards achieving MDG (Millennium Development Goals), some countries have actually seen a rise in Poverty Levels. Kenya had the highest rise in Poverty Levels in Sub-Sahara Africa in the 2 decades (1990-2010)  with a rise of 28.4%!

This report may have escaped your radar, but would like to bring it to your attention to realise how dire the situation is!


Based on 30 African countries for which at least two data points were available, collective poverty reduction efforts resulted in an 8.7 per cent drop in poverty over a period of eight years. The greatest reduction was in the Gambia,
which achieved a 32 per cent reduction, followed by Burkina Faso, the Niger, Swaziland, Ethiopia, Uganda and Malawi. Poverty declined by varying degrees in 24 out of the 30 countries analysed, from 0.1 per cent in Egypt to 32 per cent in the Gambia. However, poverty rates also increased in 6 of the same 30 countries, from an average of 0.4 per cent in the Central African Republic to 28.4 per cent in Kenya, which represent the lowest and highest increases over the same period. Increases in poverty were also notable in Mauritania, Nigeria and Zambia, whereas Madagascar, Sierra Leone and Tunisia registered significant poverty reduction over a period of eight years.

Kenya – I believe there is hope

It has been 52 years since independence and Kenya has come of age.

5 years ago, we voted for a new constitution. This was a momentous decree that came as hope for millions of Kenyans, young and old. It came as a fresh of breath air to end the long tyranny of dictatorship and authoritarian rule that Kenyans were accustomed to.

Despite this titanic change in our lives, Kenyans have not gained faith in their leaders. We are still crippled by manacles of corruption, venality and bribery. Kenyans are still languishing in poverty, desolate and numbed by our leaders’ greed and insatiable appetite for self-interest. It is a shameful condition where politics and business are so intertwined that the line between public office and interests to channel funds to one’s enterprise cannot be drawn. So insensitized that we poke fun at ourselves when the joke is really on us. The audacity of pricing a ‘biro’ at $85, when close to half of the population receives less than $1 a day in income for living expenses. The nerves and boldness to stay in public offices with such impunity since past regressions set precedence for future ‘convictions’. It is not just unacceptable, but immoral, wicked and iniquitous for any leadership, past or incumbent not to account for public funds, save their source of wealth and opulence.

Kenya has become the true embodiment of the Boiling Frog story. The premise that a frog placed in boiling water will jump out to save its life. However, the same frog placed in cold water that is slowly heated never perceives the danger and is cooked to death. We have become anaesthetized by the daily stories of corrupt leadership that thrives in impunity and lawlessness. The lack of accountability and poor governance has reached unprecedented levels, yet we seem least bothered with the plight of our future and generations to come.

I refuse to believe that this is the Kenya we want. I refuse to suppose that our moral fiber has completely degenerated. The common mwananchi is true to his/her morals, patriotic to their nation and with the correct leadership, I believe Kenya can be great again. All Kenyans want is a prosperous nation where all men and women are treated equal before the law and true governance, prosperity and social cohesion gives future generations hope and opportunity for greatness.

I need to remind Kenyans of the true urgency of now. To quote and adopt from Martin Luther King Jr, ‘There is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of corruption to the sunlit path of good governance and prosperity.’

The uprisings we have seen in Arab countries and other nations of the world are not immune to Kenya. It comes a time when the youth and citizens of our country must stand to true principles and say ‘Enough is enough’. Resourceful protest and activism need not be violent, but a resolution and tenacity in each one of us that this is not what we bargained for from our leadership. This is not what we voted in the new constitution.

I believe Kenya can be great again. A dream that I believe will happen in our generation.

A time when Kenyan leaders will embody the spirit of ‘servant leadership’ and live to their true creed of “Civil Service”; that a visit to a public office will not just be a pleasant experience, but a true service without the need for ‘kitu-kidogo’.

A time when Leaders won’t have to spend millions to get into public office with the single intent of amassing wealth and draining public coffers; that election into public office will be based on ideologies, principles and philosophies well communicated to mwananchi to cast their vote.

A time when Mwangi and Mutisya, Kamau and Kajwang, Kerubo and Keitanny will be able to sit together in brotherhood and sisterhood to celebrate their diversity and culture; that each will embody their cultural differences as a strength and treasure for our great nation.

A time when Kenya’s entrepreneurial nature will be harnessed through formal, legitimate and innovative business philosophy for true economic prosperity of our nation; that this prosperity will make our lives better, offer employment, reduce poverty and give hope for generations to come.

I believe there is hope in Kenya.

Hope that the youth of our nation can make the changes we aspire and live to see them in our generation.

Hope that a new leadership in Kenya will emerge that has more interest in its people than plain egotistical, self-centered and arrogant control that we have seen in the past decades.

Hope that the youthful masses constituting more than 75% of the electorate will heed to wisdom of their conscience and lead at the front-line with their vote as the primary weapon of change.

Hope that Kenyans will see beyond short campaign outbursts of politicians seeking votes during elections and fighting tooth and nail to accomplish their family legacy of ‘aspirational’ leadership.

And when this happens, generations will be grateful for true service leadership of our nation. We will look back and put their ideals together with Dedan Kimathi, Robert Ouko, JM Kariuki, Koitalel Arap Samoei, Tom Mboya, Jomo Kenyatta and others who have left indelible mark of patriotism in our country.

I believe and hope that Kenya will be great again, one day!

Dr Chomba Chuma

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Build a Legacy, Touch Freedom

We are living in a golden age of OPPORTUNITY in South Africa!

Property and Real Estate investments have never been more accessible to the general public than today! It is your time to claim this Right! To do this, you need the knowledge and skills. You need to get this book before you get started on the journey of Property Investment! It is the definitive guide to  investing in Property in South Africa.

Have you ever thought of earning passive income through property? Or building a property portfolio to create wealth? It always sounds hard, intimidating and complex to say the least! You think that this is for the chosen few and you cannot do it on your own. This is a book that will change all that!

In this revolutionary, practical and easy-to-read book, Dr Chomba Chuma guides you through manageable steps on investing in property and building a portfolio. The idea behind the book is to build up passive income using a sustainable wealth to be left for future generations, thereby allowing the reader to leave a legacy that outlives them and benefits not only their children and grandchildren, but their future generations.

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The outline is based on six steps that the reader can follow to build their property portfolio. 

  1. Step 1 – The Property Investment Strategy
  2. Step 2 – Entity of Ownership
  3. Step 3 – Property Presentation
  4. Step 4 – Property/Mortgage Finance
  5. Step 5 – Property Registration
  6. Step 6 – Rental Management of the property.

This guide is incredibly insightful and makes property investment seem so much more approachable, even for the novice.