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The Death Of Morality and the Vaseline Ad

The death of Morality, The Rebirth of Pornography

Back in the year 2009, there was a controversial ad on the billboards of Nairobi and I believe beyond. The ad had a picture of a young girl sitted on the floor, wrapped in a blue towel with three-quarters of her thighs showing. I was at that time was using the product advertised on that advert, Nivea. I took personal responsibility to quit using that product, because I figured, I do not want to be part of that business of nudity. I did not hear a single complain even to the CCK.

 A year or so later, another one was put up, advertising a different product. Just then, Unilever, the manufacturer of Vaseline had just released their new products, Vaseline Cocoa Butter. Their brand ambassador, Sheila Mwanyigah, was pictured half naked on the bill boards and hand bills at the supermarket. The product was a good product, but the advert was abhorrent, at least to those who have a different moral standard. They had another one that was talking about touchable skin, very sensual but it went unnoticed, at least by we, the users of the products.

I do not know whether you remember the other ad on James Gichuru Road that had a topless girl advertising a pair of jeans. Someone, Nick Korir noticed and did a campaign. It was successful; the bill board was brought down. Later on came the products of Pwani Oil, with their sensual ad on a certain brand of oil, I had a few complains. It kept on running; I guess its removal was not as a result of our complaining, but that it had done its time.

Later on, not long ago, an ad at the Westlands Roundabout had a picture of a man and woman, kissing advertising a property company saying something to do with Passion about their work. We did not raise an alarm.

Then they started the controversial ad of weka condom mpangoni. We did not complain about the man who seems to be typing his thoughts on a computer about how he has this other girl and he is not sure whether he is safe. Then came the controversial Mama Michelle ad was on TV at Prime time, we complained, it was withdrawn, with a replacement, this time a man. That one passed, unnoticed. Now Mama Michelle is back, this time the gal does not feature. We were silenced and told those things are happening, why are we burying our heads in sand? They asked.

I do not need to talk about programs that are meant for an audience like High School students, then it is rated 16. We have kept mum on the values the program is impacting on our teenagers, that it is okay to date a teacher as long you are not found out, it is okay to go sleeping around as long you have protection. A parent of teenagers will not bother to know the content of Tahidi High and will be okay if their teenagers watch because anyway, it is their programs. Wondering why the C movement is popular today? I mean, put the contraceptive in the plan, movement? It is because the students think it is normal to go sleeping around, because their role models, on Tahidi High are doing it. What about the rise of rebellion among them? And the rude culture of speaking back to adults especially those in authority like teachers? They are watching too much of your TV. The values thereof, are sickening! We have not said anything about Tahidi High. Not to mention Sugar and its relatives.

Wondering why young girls have no respect for their Mother-in-laws? They have learnt it from the TV. The program portrayed as a family program, has few if any values for any family that wants to be counted after this generation.

Now we are complaining about Sheila Mwanyigah who is all over posing naked on an advert for Vaseline. If we had said it earlier, they wouldn’t have done it this way. She was half naked last time, she has stripped this time round. I am talking about the rebirth of pornography. Pornography is no longer happening on the internet and CDs and Play Boy magazines. It is right in our houses, in our TVs, and now worse still on our bill boards.

Pornography is not just watching nude photos. It is listening to your FM station in the morning to people speaking unprintable words and painting their bedroom pictures for you in the mind. It is watching your soap opera peddling ungodly values about marriage and relationships and unnecessary passions being displayed right on TV at prime time. Pornography is watching that Citizen Radio ad of a man in the shower listening to the radio. Pornography is reading the inserts of our papers today, the Likes of Pulse, Saturday Magazine, Eve Girl and so on. Pornography is walking in town and meeting girls looking like silhouettes dressed to literally kill. Pornography is simply appearing in public dressed like you are going to the shower.

May be these definitions do not shock you, but while the activities may look innocuous they slowly but surely lead the mind to a point of evil being the norm. They slowly blunt the conscience and destroy not only you but the generations that come after you.

It is sad, that we the church have allowed it to get there. No one else is to blame, the watchmen, as God calls us, have left the gate or are sleeping on their job. What really is my responsibility as a Christian concerning the media? How can I make sure that I man the gates as I ought to? The entrant of The Insyder was one saddest phenomenon for this great nation in terms of values and culture. If you have seen that magazine and you are a Christian, your heart MUST weep. Mine did, and I went home and wondered how I can be a gate keeper in the media, and www.timazi.org  was born. We cannot complain for example of the fake preachers that are conning an equally greedy population and just do nothing, what are you doing? Is there someone out there who feels me?

Author of this Post: http://maggiegathuku.wordpress.com/2013/09/17/the-death-of-morality-and-the-vaseline-ad/ 

My name is Maggie, married to one Johnnie. God has blessed us with Three awesome babies. I am a stay-at-home homeschooling mum. I also work with http://www.timazi.org as the content editor. I enjoy writing and reading seriously.

The Death Of Morality and the Vaseline Ad

The death of Morality, The Rebirth of Pornography

Back in the year 2009, there was a controversial ad on the billboards of Nairobi and I believe beyond. The ad had a picture of a young girl sitted on the floor, wrapped in a blue towel with three-quarters of her thighs showing. I was at that time was using the product advertised on that advert, Nivea. I took personal responsibility to quit using that product, because I figured, I do not want to be part of that business of nudity. I did not hear a single complain even to the CCK.

 A year or so later, another one was put up, advertising a different product. Just then, Unilever, the manufacturer of Vaseline had just released their new products, Vaseline Cocoa Butter. Their brand ambassador, Sheila Mwanyigah, was pictured half naked on the bill boards and hand bills at the supermarket. The product was a good product, but the advert was abhorrent, at least to those who have a different moral standard. They had another one that was talking about touchable skin, very sensual but it went unnoticed, at least by we, the users of the products.

I do not know whether you remember the other ad on James Gichuru Road that had a topless girl advertising a pair of jeans. Someone, Nick Korir noticed and did a campaign. It was successful; the bill board was brought down. Later on came the products of Pwani Oil, with their sensual ad on a certain brand of oil, I had a few complains. It kept on running; I guess its removal was not as a result of our complaining, but that it had done its time.

Later on, not long ago, an ad at the Westlands Roundabout had a picture of a man and woman, kissing advertising a property company saying something to do with Passion about their work. We did not raise an alarm.

Then they started the controversial ad of weka condom mpangoni. We did not complain about the man who seems to be typing his thoughts on a computer about how he has this other girl and he is not sure whether he is safe. Then came the controversial Mama Michelle ad was on TV at Prime time, we complained, it was withdrawn, with a replacement, this time a man. That one passed, unnoticed. Now Mama Michelle is back, this time the gal does not feature. We were silenced and told those things are happening, why are we burying our heads in sand? They asked.

I do not need to talk about programs that are meant for an audience like High School students, then it is rated 16. We have kept mum on the values the program is impacting on our teenagers, that it is okay to date a teacher as long you are not found out, it is okay to go sleeping around as long you have protection. A parent of teenagers will not bother to know the content of Tahidi High and will be okay if their teenagers watch because anyway, it is their programs. Wondering why the C movement is popular today? I mean, put the contraceptive in the plan, movement? It is because the students think it is normal to go sleeping around, because their role models, on Tahidi High are doing it. What about the rise of rebellion among them? And the rude culture of speaking back to adults especially those in authority like teachers? They are watching too much of your TV. The values thereof, are sickening! We have not said anything about Tahidi High. Not to mention Sugar and its relatives.

Wondering why young girls have no respect for their Mother-in-laws? They have learnt it from the TV. The program portrayed as a family program, has few if any values for any family that wants to be counted after this generation.

Now we are complaining about Sheila Mwanyigah who is all over posing naked on an advert for Vaseline. If we had said it earlier, they wouldn’t have done it this way. She was half naked last time, she has stripped this time round. I am talking about the rebirth of pornography. Pornography is no longer happening on the internet and CDs and Play Boy magazines. It is right in our houses, in our TVs, and now worse still on our bill boards.

Pornography is not just watching nude photos. It is listening to your FM station in the morning to people speaking unprintable words and painting their bedroom pictures for you in the mind. It is watching your soap opera peddling ungodly values about marriage and relationships and unnecessary passions being displayed right on TV at prime time. Pornography is watching that Citizen Radio ad of a man in the shower listening to the radio. Pornography is reading the inserts of our papers today, the Likes of Pulse, Saturday Magazine, Eve Girl and so on. Pornography is walking in town and meeting girls looking like silhouettes dressed to literally kill. Pornography is simply appearing in public dressed like you are going to the shower.

May be these definitions do not shock you, but while the activities may look innocuous they slowly but surely lead the mind to a point of evil being the norm. They slowly blunt the conscience and destroy not only you but the generations that come after you.

It is sad, that we the church have allowed it to get there. No one else is to blame, the watchmen, as God calls us, have left the gate or are sleeping on their job. What really is my responsibility as a Christian concerning the media? How can I make sure that I man the gates as I ought to? The entrant of The Insyder was one saddest phenomenon for this great nation in terms of values and culture. If you have seen that magazine and you are a Christian, your heart MUST weep. Mine did, and I went home and wondered how I can be a gate keeper in the media, and www.timazi.org  was born. We cannot complain for example of the fake preachers that are conning an equally greedy population and just do nothing, what are you doing? Is there someone out there who feels me?

SEPTEMBER 17, 2013

The Death Of Morality and the Vaseline Ad

The death of Morality, The Rebirth of Pornography

Back in the year 2009, there was a controversial ad on the billboards of Nairobi and I believe beyond. The ad had a picture of a young girl sitted on the floor, wrapped in a blue towel with three-quarters of her thighs showing. I was at that time was using the product advertised on that advert, Nivea. I took personal responsibility to quit using that product, because I figured, I do not want to be part of that business of nudity. I did not hear a single complain even to the CCK.

 A year or so later, another one was put up, advertising a different product. Just then, Unilever, the manufacturer of Vaseline had just released their new products, Vaseline Cocoa Butter. Their brand ambassador, Sheila Mwanyigah, was pictured half naked on the bill boards and hand bills at the supermarket. The product was a good product, but the advert was abhorrent, at least to those who have a different moral standard. They had another one that was talking about touchable skin, very sensual but it went unnoticed, at least by we, the users of the products.

I do not know whether you remember the other ad on James Gichuru Road that had a topless girl advertising a pair of jeans. Someone, Nick Korir noticed and did a campaign. It was successful; the bill board was brought down. Later on came the products of Pwani Oil, with their sensual ad on a certain brand of oil, I had a few complains. It kept on running; I guess its removal was not as a result of our complaining, but that it had done its time.

Later on, not long ago, an ad at the Westlands Roundabout had a picture of a man and woman, kissing advertising a property company saying something to do with Passion about their work. We did not raise an alarm.

Then they started the controversial ad of weka condom mpangoni. We did not complain about the man who seems to be typing his thoughts on a computer about how he has this other girl and he is not sure whether he is safe. Then came the controversial Mama Michelle ad was on TV at Prime time, we complained, it was withdrawn, with a replacement, this time a man. That one passed, unnoticed. Now Mama Michelle is back, this time the gal does not feature. We were silenced and told those things are happening, why are we burying our heads in sand? They asked.

I do not need to talk about programs that are meant for an audience like High School students, then it is rated 16. We have kept mum on the values the program is impacting on our teenagers, that it is okay to date a teacher as long you are not found out, it is okay to go sleeping around as long you have protection. A parent of teenagers will not bother to know the content of Tahidi High and will be okay if their teenagers watch because anyway, it is their programs. Wondering why the C movement is popular today? I mean, put the contraceptive in the plan, movement? It is because the students think it is normal to go sleeping around, because their role models, on Tahidi High are doing it. What about the rise of rebellion among them? And the rude culture of speaking back to adults especially those in authority like teachers? They are watching too much of your TV. The values thereof, are sickening! We have not said anything about Tahidi High. Not to mention Sugar and its relatives.

Wondering why young girls have no respect for their Mother-in-laws? They have learnt it from the TV. The program portrayed as a family program, has few if any values for any family that wants to be counted after this generation.

Now we are complaining about Sheila Mwanyigah who is all over posing naked on an advert for Vaseline. If we had said it earlier, they wouldn’t have done it this way. She was half naked last time, she has stripped this time round. I am talking about the rebirth of pornography. Pornography is no longer happening on the internet and CDs and Play Boy magazines. It is right in our houses, in our TVs, and now worse still on our bill boards.

Pornography is not just watching nude photos. It is listening to your FM station in the morning to people speaking unprintable words and painting their bedroom pictures for you in the mind. It is watching your soap opera peddling ungodly values about marriage and relationships and unnecessary passions being displayed right on TV at prime time. Pornography is watching that Citizen Radio ad of a man in the shower listening to the radio. Pornography is reading the inserts of our papers today, the Likes of Pulse, Saturday Magazine, Eve Girl and so on. Pornography is walking in town and meeting girls looking like silhouettes dressed to literally kill. Pornography is simply appearing in public dressed like you are going to the shower.

May be these definitions do not shock you, but while the activities may look innocuous they slowly but surely lead the mind to a point of evil being the norm. They slowly blunt the conscience and destroy not only you but the generations that come after you.

It is sad, that we the church have allowed it to get there. No one else is to blame, the watchmen, as God calls us, have left the gate or are sleeping on their job. What really is my responsibility as a Christian concerning the media? How can I make sure that I man the gates as I ought to? The entrant of The Insyder was one saddest phenomenon for this great nation in terms of values and culture. If you have seen that magazine and you are a Christian, your heart MUST weep. Mine did, and I went home and wondered how I can be a gate keeper in the media, and www.timazi.org  was born. We cannot complain for example of the fake preachers that are conning an equally greedy population and just do nothing, what are you doing? Is there someone out there who feels me?

THE ME THAT IS NOT

'What have been upto?' - This is one of the gazillion and one questions that I get almost on a daily basis that leaves me blank! Blank not because all I have been doing is staring at the grass outside Rev's house grow or the paint on mama's car waiting for it to dry but because I have no idea how to answer you in a way that will not show you just how broken and exposed this question can leave me. “I have been up and down, events mainly – you know how crazy they can get” . I have said these words so many times that I could say them in Spanish, Greek or Hebrew.

'Show only what the world needs to see.' This has over years become my motto. No one needs to know that I get stage freight each time I have to address a crowd, or confrontations rattle the ever present butterflies in my tummy. No one really needs to know just how personal I take things. Like ask why something is not done, I will own that up, for who else was to do it if not me. Who really cares if I have the capability of doing it or not. It was not done,that is the bottom line, hence your fault Missy. Okay I own that! I am sorry for that, really I am. I could give the reason why it was not done, but I guess it's too late for that.

I am not one to correct you when you call me the errand girl, if that's what you see, fine by me. I would like to tell you that it sucks to put me in a box and put yourself on top of the box, but I will let you be for if I don't confrontations will come knocking and we both know just how much I love them.

Looking for the good in others is what my head is constantly doing. Where many see pride, or arrogance, I see walls put up to hide the brokenness. Where the world sees weak I see greatness and huge potential. I refuse to belief that anyone can be purely evil despite the evidence.

'Who are you?' tell me more about you.' Not that I need to read a book or go through some classes to answer this question, but here is the thing – I am just a girl trying to find my place in the world. I will not hit a note in the keyboard, neither will I leave you awed by my many talents, or the trophies in my possession. I am little ol' me. The only way I can answer this is by giving you a tour into my life, minus the words. For words fail me, the voices in my head have gotten so comfortable with having discussions among themselves that they see no need of having to explain a lifetime series of who they are. Now don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't want to let you know who I am, because I do, I really do but where to start after you have put me in a box is what I am having trouble with. So I will look for words and guaranteed they will fail miserably.

'I'm I okay?' yes! This is the default answer to that question. NO MATTER WHAT! Ask me if I am okay just after I have been run over by a train or I have been chewed up and smacked right across my face and you will get the same answer. Yes I am fine! I will smile at you even when you have pulled the trigger and ended my life, I will say God bless you (and mean it from the bottom of my heart) even when you question my reason of existence. With tears in my eyes flowing I will wish you the very best of life and pray that you find favor in the eyes of man and in the eyes of God.

Silence is golden, even when it's served with bitter herbs on hot iron spoon, I will gracefully take it. Silence is the one friend who has never betrayed me. As we walk together in a world full of opinionated persons who make dirt feel greater than you, I thank God that His opinion of who I am is ALL that matters. So I might look like there is nothing that I am doing in life, but hey I am doing that which I was made for – Praising Him! I will praise Him when you think I am wasting life or that there is nothing I am doing and should be out and about getting busy, I will praise Him when you can't see what I do and I will praise Him when nothing and everything is going right for my/your emotions, mood, thoughts,prejudice have nothing to do with the reason I am here today.

I live, move, breath, exist Because of HIM. 

That's all!


Yes: I confess, If life is a struggle I am a beautiful mess!!

26, UNMARRIED, AND CHILDLESS

posted by Amanda Bast on Monday, September 9, 2013

“What’s Next?”

Both of my brothers recently had kids that more than likely complete their families. They’re both older than me, so it makes sense they’re at a different stage. They met and married their wives, they bought dogs and they had kids, all in a nice little sequence. I love watching them build their lives together. It’s a really good thing. When my last brother got married, I was in my early twenties. No one uttered anything about me getting married then.

But now? I’m 26 years old, unmarried, and childless. The comments are starting.

“What’s next?”

“When are you getting married?”

“Babies look good on you!”

“Better get started!”

I shouldn’t be overly concerned with what they’re saying. They’re only teasing or encouraging me with the next step in my life. It’s harmless! No one means anything by it, it’s just time for me to be heading in the same direction as my peers. It makes sense. I get it.

But it doesn’t feel very nice.

Believe me, I am fully aware that I am unmarried and childless. Heck, I don’t even have a real job at this point in time. I’m aware that I’m getting older. I’m aware that I’m not following the same patterns as my parents or my brothers or many of my peers. I’m aware that my biological clock is ticking. OH MY GOSH I AM SO AWARE.

So when you — friends, family, acquaintances, Twitter followers and blog readers — remind me that I’m far behind where one would expect to be at my age, it makes me feel broken. I feel like I’ve done something wrong. I feel like I’m letting you down or making some horrible mistake.

I am 26 years old.
I don’t have a husband. I don’t have children. I don’t have a career.

Instead of relishing in the freedom, blessings and limitless possibilities that this stage of life offers me, I am left frozen, feeling like I’m not enough. Like what I’ve done doesn’t really matter or that I’ve accomplished nothing. I’m an outcast. I’m defective. I’m panicked. When you comment on my life stage as if there was something I could do to change it, it makes me feel inadequate. Most days I truly do love where I’m at right now, but when people question my marital status, I think I’m messing up my chances to do anything worthwhile with my life.

What if my ultimate goal has nothing to do with marriage or kids or a career? What if my aim was to love people well, and to fully embrace the gifts I’ve been given? Would that be enough? What if my life goal was to simply run the race, to be called a good and faithful servant at the end of it all? Maybe that would mean marriage and children and a thriving career, but maybe it wouldn’t. Is it ok if it doesn’t?

When you ask when I’m getting married, I don’t have an answer for you. When you hint at me having kids, it makes me jealous of new parents. When you prod about my lack of a stable career, I get frustrated. When you ask these questions, it doesn’t help me grow. It doesn’t help me feel content with where I am. It does more damage than you realize. Maybe you’re just trying to make conversation or small talk, or maybe you’re genuinely interested in my life. For that, I’m very appreciative.

I would like to suggest one thing, though: instead of asking me what’s next, ask me what’s now. Ask me what God is teaching me, ask me what I’m struggling with, or what brings me joy. I am learning, I am growing, and I am happy. I would love to tell you all about it.

I am 26 years old. I don’t have a husband. I don’t have children. I don’t have a career. I don’t have what people expect I should have, but I am abundantly blessed with absurd, exhilarating, and fantastic things I would have never dreamed up on my own.

So please, my dear friends, don’t ask me what’s next. Ask me what’s now.


http://convergemagazine.com/26-unmarried-and-childless-8736/

Dr. Kelly Flanagan letter to his daughter about what really matters in a relationship.

Dear Cutie-Pie,

Recently, your mother and I were searching for an answer on Google. Halfway through entering the question, Google returned a list of the most popular searches in the world. Perched at the top of the list was “How to keep him interested.”

It startled me. I scanned several of the countless articles about how to be sexy and sexual, when to bring him a beer versus a sandwich, and the ways to make him feel smart and superior.

And I got angry.

Little One, it is not, has never been, and never will be your job to “keep him interested.”

Little One, your only task is to know deeply in your soul—in that unshakeable place that isn’t rattled by rejection and loss and ego—that you are worthy of interest. (If you can remember that everyone else is worthy of interest also, the battle of your life will be mostly won. But that is a letter for another day.)

If you can trust your worth in this way, you will be attractive in the most important sense of the word: you will attract a boy who is both capable of interest and who wants to spend his one life investing all of his interest in you.

Little One, I want to tell you about the boy who doesn’t need to be kept interested, because he knows you are interesting:

I don’t care if he puts his elbows on the dinner table—as long as he puts his eyes on the way your nose scrunches when you smile. And then can’t stop looking.

I don’t care if he can’t play a bit of golf with me—as long as he can play with the children you give him and revel in all the glorious and frustrating ways they are just like you.

I don’t care if he doesn’t follow his wallet—as long as he follows his heart and it always leads him back to you.

I don’t care if he is strong—as long as he gives you the space to exercise the strength that is in your heart.

I couldn’t care less how he votes—as long as he wakes up every morning and daily elects you to a place of honor in your home and a place of reverence in his heart.

I don’t care about the color of his skin—as long as he paints the canvas of your lives with brushstrokes of patience, and sacrifice, and vulnerability, and tenderness.

I don’t care if he was raised in this religion or that religion or no religion—as long as he was raised to value the sacred and to know every moment of life, and every moment of life with you, is deeply sacred.

In the end, Little One, if you stumble across a man like that and he and I have nothing else in common, we will have the most important thing in common:

You.

Because in the end, Little One, the only thing you should have to do to “keep him interested” is to be you.

Your eternally interested guy,

Daddy

♦◊♦

This post is, of course, dedicated to my daughter, my Cutie-Pie. But I also want to dedicate it beyond her.

I wrote it for my wife, who has courageously held on to her sense of worth and has always held me accountable to being that kind of “boy.”

I wrote it for every grown woman I have met inside and outside of my therapy office—the women who have never known this voice of a Daddy.

And I wrote it for the generation of boys-becoming-men who need to be reminded of what is really important—my little girl finding a loving, lifelong companion is dependent upon at least one of you figuring this out. I’m praying for you.

http://goodmenproject.com/families/a-daddys-letter-to-his-little-girl-about-her-future-husband-aklap/

The Geeky Affair

That guy!

"what is the world?" 

OMG party in Rongai?

Science is beautiful, so much so that the only perfect way to describe it is through it! Okay don't get me wrong I am not one of the awesome people who sit behind their machines with their big weird glasses typing away oblivious of the world that they so much seek to understand. Where the party is, that's where you will find me! Now! now dear imaginary readers, before we all go nose diving jumping into conclusions that I am one of those pretties who walk around like the world is theirs for the taking, or feeling that the world owes them for their existence, I should probably let you know I find coding really fascinating and in all my dreams, I am the world's ill_est hacker. Who goes by the name...HACKER. My opinion (please note it is MY OPINION hence I am ENTITLED to it since it is a democratic country!-well at least I think it is, there we go again with my opinion) we should all be able to do Hello world :), such a happy thing. HTML is like kindergarten, Java has never really raised any eyebrow, VB should be found only in the archives. Python – nothing to say. If you have no idea what I am talking about, GOOGLE is your friend!

Google is your friend! 

My FACT: Anyone who uses Ubuntu/Linux as their platform, RESPECT them! Yani if they want to cross the road when it's green light for the car and stop for human beings– LET THEM if they are crossing the road on a high way and suddenly they stop in the middle of the road , turn back and head where they came from for no reason: drivers on the high STOP YOUR cars and let this great person do as he/she pleases! You have no idea how hard their life is! Aiit? Great! Now I have managed to digress so far that I can't rember what I was talking about! *scrolls up*give me a sec as I get back on track. Eureka! Got it.

Got my train of thoughts :)

How I sees a nerd geek

How the world see a Nerd.

Anyhuuu, I am now sure that I have you confused on where to compatalise me, which is good! You can now read on to find out what I am really about! :). Though I would never give up my day time job I wouldn't mind being one of these exotic breed of human beings (the ones described above and illustrated on the right and left). I mean artists are great, creative,famous, condescending sometimes, sweet, talented, ecetera ecetera, but nerds geeks: Extra-ordinary individuals!

It would be amazing to have an event to honor these great minds. Where they can all come together and do their thing. Show off how to create a volcano, how to defile the ever stubborn gravity maybe explain why it is not an uphill task in some parts of kamba, or explain how diamond is the hardest rock but can be crashed by a hammer! *stands up and raises my glass* A TOAST to all the GreatMinds!