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WELL APPARENTLY THERE WAS A RUMOUR GOING AROUND YESSIDEH SEH MAVADO GET STAB AND DEAD……DI MAN SEH FI TELL UNNO SEH

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WTF AFRICA- LAMP BREAKER, LOVE OF VENDOR’S LIFE

– Residents of Mjini area in Voi were treated with afternoon drama days ago when a female hawker demanded a commuter to marry her after he broke her lamp.

The woman is alleged to be a hawker in the area and she is known to sell paraffin lamps. On the day of the incident the man was in a rush to board a matatu and in his rush he pushed the woman and one of the lamps fell.

The lamp broke and the irate woman followed the man who boarded a matatu. The woman demanded that the driver stops least she breaks one of the windows. Fearing her wrath the driver stopped and she pulled the man from his seat.

Curious matatu operators and on lookers gathered together to witness the incident but the woman was love stricken when she saw the person responsible for the accident. In a strange twist the woman grabbed the man by his shirt as if trying to remove money from his pockets to pay for the loss.

“mimi nimekupenda wewe, nitakufuata uendako, wewe ni bwana mwenye nimekuwa nikitafuta maishani mwangu…….huniachi.” (I have loved you, I will follow you wherever you go, and you are the husband I have been looking for in my life….. you won’t leave me) she said.

Shuffled by the twist, the man pushed her away and entered a passing matatu but the woman followed suit and hurriedly entered the same matatu. God knows how it ended

Commuters in the area are now practicing caution as they walk around in fear of a similar incident.

NOT SO SILENT NIGHT

Not-So-Silent-Night
by Cara Hanson


I was giving my two sons a bath, happily humming a tune as I scrubbed away the dirt and grime that could only be accumulated by young boys. As I neared the chorus, three-year-old Luke piped up, “Mommy, what we really need right now is some peace and quiet.” It’s a miracle that I did not fall into the bathtub after being hit between the eyes by the Mack truck of irony. THEY needed peace and quiet? My mind did a quick montage of the past few years, a phantasmagoria of all the times my head slammed down on the table as my three young children took turns whining, crying, and screaming and I anxiously watched for our neighbors’ houses to go up for sale. Even with the imprint of the table fresh on my forehead, it never occurred to me that our children desired peace as much as I did.

After having three children in the span of four years, I wasn’t expecting peace and quiet, and I sure didn’t get any by wishing for it. All of our children are highly sensitive [1], which is great when they are older, but extremely challenging during the formative years. Highly sensitive people reflect before they act, so they are often labeled as “shy” when they are merely observing. Since they feel emotions very deeply and cry easily, even from seeing someone else cry, they need to be handled very gently. This means that I have to work extra hard at keeping everyone, including myself, peaceful. Yes, that’s right; peace takes work.

Romans 14:19
Let us therefore make every effort to do what leads to peace and to mutual edification.

In Galatians 5:22, “peace” is listed as a fruit of the spirit. If only this could be like the traditional fruit basket, which shows up one day as a gift in the mail, enticing us to come eat of its appetizing abundance. We can’t just look at peace as if it is an apple that we can select and devour whenever we want to enjoy it. Peace is an end result of spiritual and righteous living. It is not something that we can choose separately from the other spiritual fruit listed in Galatians. When we strive diligently to live a life that is pleasing to God, we get the complete package–peace, joy, love, and so on. It’s more like that ubiquitous fruitcake–the same one that has been passed around the world since the Middle Ages in the spirit of re-gifting. Any way you slice it, one piece of fruitcake will provide a variety of fruit (even if it does look left over from the 15th century). When we get our lives on the right track with God, we not only have inner peace, but a plethora of other delicious benefits.

Mealtimes are not always peaceful in our household. For one thing, there is almost always a complaint from one child about the food selection. I recently watched a film version of A Christmas Carol, and my jaw hit the floor during the scene where Mrs. Cratchit brings the Christmas dinner to the table. With the presentation of each course, the salivating family members erupted into cheers and appreciative applause. “That’s so nineteenth century,” I thought cynically. “That would never happen today.” Nevertheless, the scene boosted my self-confidence; I somehow convinced myself that I would witness the same sort of jubilant reception the next evening at the dinner table. Proving that pride really does go before the fall, I had barely rounded the corner with the meal when I heard, “I’m not eating that.” Then another tiny voice screeched, “Why do you always make something I hate?” An all-out temper tantrum ensued (from the kids, not me), and frankly, I found myself getting irked by Mrs. Cratchit, the Martha Stewart of the Dickens era. I should have rejoiced with her that her children were so thankful and peaceful at the dinner table, but instead I resented her and her fabulous figgy pudding. The fact that she is a fictional character made me feel all the more ridiculous, but at least I finally understood the following:

Proverbs 17:1
Better a dry crust with peace and quiet than a house full of feasting, with strife.

Even though our kids create much of their own chaos, they eventually seek inner peace. After they have a meltdown, they invariably come to me for comfort. Our two year old, Nate, has daily morning temper tantrums as faithful as the sunrise. Yet afterwards, he pleads with me in his adorable toddler lisp to come ‘thnuggle on the couch.” I can tolerate the tantrums, knowing that they will culminate with precious snuggling time.

Sometimes I don’t understand, however, why my kids whine and cry and give me a headache, and then come to ME to provide peace. Could it be that we are all just like that with God? Thankfully, He doesn’t get migraines, but He does tolerate us creating our own mess, whining about it, and then asking Him for peace.

Every church epistle begins with the message of “grace and peace” from God and Jesus. Isn’t that just like a parent, having to repeat something a million times, hoping that eventually it will sink in? The Bible is full of examples of God’s desire for us to have peace. In the Old Testament, He revealed Himself to Gideon as Yahweh Shalom, “The Lord is Peace.” [2] Peace is an integral part of God’s character, and we need to plug ourselves into the source by focusing on Him and trusting Him.

Philippians 4:6 and 7
(6) Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.
(7) And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

The record of Paul and Silas in Acts 16 is a great example of how to have peace in the midst of chaos. After these men had been beaten, imprisoned, and chained, they still managed to keep their focus by praying and singing to God. In order to stay calm in this situation, they had to completely trust that God would deliver them. This tranquility was impressive, but could they have stayed peaceful if three young children were with them in the prison? What if the kids were whining about the bread and water, or suddenly feeling the urge to have to go the bathroom as soon as their feet were locked in the stocks? Judging by Paul’s track record (see 2 Cor. 11:23-28), I’m guessing he could have remained peaceful even during temper tantrums. Once you have the certainty of salvation through Christ, there shouldn’t be much that can rile you from that state of inner peace and quietness.

True peace comes from the knowledge that we have been justified through faith in Jesus Christ.

Romans 5:1
Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ,

If we spend our lives trying to work to be saved, we miss the point of God’s grace. My love for my children does not depend on what they do or do not do. The reason my children can come to me for peace is that they are assured of my unconditional love. They know that no matter what, I will always be their mother. Since we are born of incorruptible seed, God will always be our Father, [3] and He repeatedly refers to His “unfailing love” in the Bible. When we understand and accept God’s grace and live our lives accordingly in holiness and thankfulness, we stand confidently on the firm foundation.

Not only did Jesus make true peace available through his sacrifice, but “he himself is our peace.” [4] The world can only supply anxiety, fear, and pain, but Jesus left us a very precious gift:

John 14:27
Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.

John 16:33
“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.”

Jesus confirmed that we will have trouble, but he made it available to have peace in him, even during chaotic times. On the night Jesus was born, the angels proclaimed, “…peace to men on whom his favor rests.” [5] It was hardly quiet that night, with the heavenly host singing and the townspeople celebrating the birth of a firstborn son. Chaos does not necessarily mean lack of peace, as evidenced during a recent Christmas dinner, when our Nate decided to throw a tantrum. As he was screaming and crying and flopping around like a pancake on a griddle, I started to sing a Christmas carol, “Silent night, holy night, all is calm…” Dave and I started to laugh, and as my heart swelled with love for my husband and children, I learned that even in the midst of turmoil, you can have inner peace and strength. We have been called to a life of peace and thankfulness, even on a not-so-silent night.

Colossians 3:15
Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you were called to peace. And be thankful.

PLEASE HOLD……….DI PERSON SEH : REPLY TO LESBIAN SOAP OPERA

HAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY MY BODDY…SADE IS WHAT HAUL OUT U BOIRL TEET?

whoever put up di dolly…nikki or shade uno badmine like cum off a di ppl dem name,di don fi ova mavalli mi big man fren weh use to fuk har yh di same gal wid di tatoo ina har ed ((Shade)) seh him se har ina gas station an shii look rlly mash up an pop dung,mi hear seh a dip she get mi nuh knw nuo dowmix mi yah lmao…awah do di so-call bestfren weh big like barrel ((Nikki)) uno need fi leff har adi ole slim fast factory cah 1 or 2 backle cah elp har cah di body slim dung an di gutt still big…awah do dem nasty sadamite gal yah dow god, it bad dow wen badmine run in dem way yah cah alla now di lil brown gal nuh see uno mi not evn see har a rd agn aprt 4m dung a negril an mi nah lie di gal did ave a look, lawd jesas di ole a uno need fi guh a chruch all di big belly 1 nikki mi hear seh she nuh leff out fi har obea man mi hear seh she a wicked… the blood of jesas!! mi stilla try undastan dow y nikki nuh leff di gal barbii alone doa everyting barbii do wid har pussy shii mek it mad har a wonda if dem still a giweh free milo a belview my man ded an my pickney den need it,mi wuda hunt di mad big oman an bring ar in…Woii mi knw too much fi a oman weh live ina di garison..yes met let mi in weh yu seh bout the dolly an bestfren??? she did have fren mi hear seh she currup nuh bloodclatt but w8 mi nuh hear seh shade an fi har bestfren deh bout 2 yrs now an a walk a tel ppl how dem a besfren aniway dat a ole news…oman fi sell dem pussy weh god gi dem woi mi gud gud…dah kelly girl deh weh mi hear uno a talk bout shii fabulous mi love a she did fuk weh barbii 4m nikki …dwl mi ed a hurt mi!!! mi gon bak gon cook mi curry chicken bak yah uno doa mixx mi lol…

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