Wednesday, April 24, 2013
THE MOST LOVING AND PASSIONATE LOVE LETTER FROM GOD
Dear Child,
I am writing this letter in response to the letter that Satan wrote you the other day.
First and foremost you may not know me but I call you my child, I know everything about you; before you were born. In fact I engineered your being when you were in your mother’s womb and I knew the exact time and place where you are going to be born, I know what you think, the hairs on your head and everything that concerns you and this is because I Love you so much.
The thoughts that I have for you are uncountable like the sand of the seashore. What about the plans that I have for you? They are just prosperous and they will give you a hope and a future.
I know sometimes you misrepresent me among your peers, On Monday I saw you getting to work late and lied about it, On Tuesday I noticed that you woke up in morning and rushed to your normal day to day business without giving me the gratitude. OH! On Wednesday as you were getting to back home you showered the conductor with lots and lots of curses because of giving you less change. You then decided to sum up your week by going to your usual club on Friday, got high and did things that I wouldn’t want to remind you.
But then, should I still tell you that I Love you so much. Despite all that, I am not far and mad but am still going to express my Love to you in every way I can. I will still lavish my Love upon your life; I will take care of you as a shepherd takes care of his flock. I will not deter the plans I have for you, I will shield you when your enemies come, when those temptations come your way, I will also provide a way out. When you are in need I will be your Provider, you will not lack anything because I hold you close to my heart. When you heart is at War, I’ll instill Peace in you and grant you the Joy. I really Love you with an everlasting and unfailing Love and I will never stop doing good to you.
My desire is to establish you with all my Heart and Soul and show you great and mighty things that will change your life. I desire to do more for you if you only abide in me. I don’t count or hold anything against you because I sent my only precious and passionate Son Jesus Christ to die for you, so that I may be reconciled to you and that you may be saved and enjoy the goodness and fullness in me. His death was the ultimate expression of my Love to you; I gave you what I valued so that I may have you. You seek me with all your heart and you will find me and I will give the desires of your heart. Delight in me and I will delight in you. When you are broken - heart, I will be next to you. I really Love you so much and I would want you to accept me in your life.
Lastly my child, one day I’ll wipe all the tears in your eyes, no more death on your way, no mourning and no pain, you will sit beside me and I will throw you the biggest Party ever. I really can’t write everything now, but this letter is just a sample of the 66 Love letters that I have designed for you i.e. The Bible.
My Questions is: Will You Accept Me?
Yours Sincerely
Loving God
Friday, April 19, 2013
MY FIRST EVER DATE !!!
THE GENESIS
“You do
dance well, I liked it…..” that was the statement that I heard when I
was chucking off stage after performing a very splendid ragga and hip hop
dance. The year was 2008 and I had joined a dance group in church and we were
just trying to find our footing within the dance industry. Our group was called
ICED (In Christ Ever Dancers).
When I cleared high school, I had started attending CITAM
(Formerly known as NPC). And this happed so when I found out that my mum had
paid a camp for me and I was supposed to attend it in December 2007. Seriously…
the last time I stepped into a church before that day was …eeehhh ... mhmhmhm …
aha!!! …. I can’t even remember. Anyway I did go for the camp which was going
on for one full week. And it was during the camp that I discovered that I can actually
dance. You know, it actually dawned on me that I never had two left feet
subsequent to my earlier beliefs that I had. By the way I think everyone can
dance, it just depends on what you’re dancing with i.e. Legs, head, hands or
even the whole body. He he he!!! And at that time I used to dance to Crunk and
Hip hop music. So after the camp, I decided to join ICED Dance crew in 2007 to
develop my dancing skills and probably showcase them. By the way, did I just
tell you that I was a crowd puller during my solo acts on the stage? Aha …!!! Trust me, people used to cheer and applaud me
while on it, especially girls (just to stress the point). Which dude wouldn’t
want that really? C’mon, at that age? I was no exception and I used to like
that.
THE ENCOUNTER
Anyway flash forward to 2008 in a youth week event in our church.
After we had done our act on the stage and there were cheers all over the place
and I even heard people calling my name like “Val….Val….Val….” I felt being
like I was on top of the world. Feeling of greatness was inside me.
But wait; amid all those cheers, there was only one voice and one statement
that caught my attention. And now this was the statement “You do dance well, I liked it…..” It was a sleek, smooth and soft
voice. I immediately turn on my back to check what or who was that and I was
stunned by what was in front of me. It was the kind of picturesque that could
make tongues wag & wiggle (and probably remain like that forever).
Beauty, Charm and fascination stood in front of me and as a result
of that, I was sent into a world of imaginations for like 30 seconds trying to
swallow what was in front of view. A young lady who was probably 19 or 20 stood
in front of me with her eyes right on mine. Goodness….!!! Her beauty was almost
melting my heart away and at one moment I felt that my life was at a
standstill.
I usually don’t waste a lot of time when I get myself in such
situations, you see, this was an opportunity that had brought itself into my
hands and there was no way I could throw it away.(talk of an opportunistic). So
I stretched my hand to greet her while at the same time thanking her for the
compliment. I proceeded to ask her name. Aha!!! She was called *Joy*. (♪♪♫ Joy to the world the Lord is
coming……♪♪ ♪). (by the way, all this time, everything outside the two of us was moving
forward, the event was going on, it was only me and her who were still in that
“coma’ like situation).
With no words to express ourselves, we decided to part ways;
she went back to her sit and I went outside to get some fresh air. All this
time I was just thinking about her and the whole encounter thing.
I was just making strategies on how I’ll approach her and
probably get to chat with her and see what was in for me.
When the event ended and people were now coming out, I was
busy arranging and rearranging words in my mind. One thing that was hot on me
was getting her phone number. Now guys, this will help for future communication
especially when she says that she’s in a hurry (A lady will use that statement
if she’s avoiding you). Getting her digits was just major in my mind. Then there
she came out. Goodness …!!! I was seriously sweating and my heart was running 3
digits Km/hr.
“Do you remember me? I
was that dude who you…..blah… blah…blah…” Who approaches a lady like that??? …I
should have started with something like “Hey
miss, how are you faring….?” That would even make some sense and sound cool.
Anyway don’t blame me; you have to first understand what I was going through (mental & emotional athletics – a case
of a running heart and mind). We actually got into a conversation and I
kept it well going. I felt like a king in front of 3000 men ready to battle.
Sensing that she was about to leave, I proceeded in to put
up that complex yet easy request. “Would
you mind giving me your digits?” And
you can imagine what the response was; she replied in a soft voice and eloquent
Voice saying “No!” I tried to
convince her to give me her digits but all this ended up in vain. And she did
bid me bye as she walked away with her cousin. Mind you, I have never seen this
lady and this could be the last time to see her. So the only thing is to accept
that she’s gone and move on with life.
And so it happened that I decided to “Accept and move on.”
A week later as I was coming out of the dance practice
session, I met her cousin just outside the gate waiting for me. I just decided to
say hi to her (you know those that you
give with raised eyebrows) and kept walking only to be stopped by her hand.
So stunned I was. Being the kind person I am (Just saying), I decided to attend
to her. And this was the message that she flashed on my face. “Joy said that I give you her phone number…..”
Trust me, this got me by surprise for
the fact that I had moved on. As I decided to move on, there was some good
feeling in my heart because it seemed that the lady went to think about my
request and she gave in. As I said and I’ll say it again, I don’t waste time
with such matters. So I proceeded to call her. We kept calling each other for
one week till we decided to meet. In short we decided to have a Date…!!!
THE DATE
I was coming out of the Railways Training Institute after
collecting my hard earned cash when I received a call from Joy. She was like:
“Do you mind us meeting here in Kasarani” Me: Why” Joy: My mum is sick and she doesn’t want me to go
far away from her……”
I couldn’t disagree because this was that opportunity
that I have been waiting for all that time. Joy’s home was in Kasarani and she only
came to Buruburu after being invited by her cousin who stays there. And she
wanted us to meet in Kasarani, a place that I barely knew well. To be specific
she requested that we meet at Kasarani Sports
view Hotel which got me by surprise. That place by its name looked very
expensive especially for my first date.
But wait, one thing, it so happened that this date was set
up on that day of the week that I was receiving my salary. And so I was loaded,
not with weapons but cash. Ha Ha Ha …!!!
Something that I was taught not by anyone but by experience
is that, you don’t carry all your eggs in one basket. Same thing with cash, you
don’t carry all the cash you have in your wallet especially when going for a date.
You distribute it into other pockets too.
The one in the wallet was to be used to pay for the date.
The one in the back left pocket served as emergency cash for transport. Then I also
put some in the tiny front pocket of my jeans on the right side. That served as
super – emergency cash… (Lol:-D),
just in case I get mugged, I won’t be stranded because I lacked fare. One just
needs to have planned in advance and ladies also like guys who have initiatives
and plans and I was a candidate for that matter. (Free Advice)
And so I proceeded to the famous Kasarani Sport View Hotel
which was not really illustrious with me. Apparently the hotel was like 1Km
from the main road and the road that led there was dusty in a manner not qualified
to be called a murram road .
“How on this planet
was I supposed to walk all that way, seriously? Anyway Love or “Love” has a
price to be paid for and sacrifices have to be made, right? (God had to sacrifice His only Son as the ultimate price for our sins
to be forgiven (John 3:16).
When I got at the gate, I had to behave like someone who
knew where he was going. So I put on my confidence garment so as to easily pass
through that gate that had some mean looking security officers. (I just don’t know
why they all look that way except for the ones who guard estates and courts).
When I entered that gate, on my left was a verandah that had
seats and tables, for patrons, same with my right as I made the conclusion.
Straight in front of me was the patron’s receiving area. I decided to proceed
there as I also considered myself a patron too.
The receiving wardens directed me to a seat and they served
me with the menu. Goodness…!!! I felt like MVP (Most Valuable Patron) Aha!!! Who has their first date at such a hotel? That
was set to be the top stories once I go back home to tell my buddies.
As the man, when you go for a date you need to either have prior
knowledge of where you’re going or arrive early. (Free Advice). And I did
the latter because I had never visited the place before. So I quickly run
through the menu to see how far my pocket will go. HEHEHE!!! First, the French fries
were Kes 100, goodness!!! How now??? Just
some fried potatoes and you add some watery tomato sauce. Secondly the 300ML
soda was Kes 80. This is crazily insane. I did my calculations and saw that my
pocket will part with almost Kes 500. Waaah…goodness!!! And not forgetting if
she decides to ask for chicken, I’ll be doomed. I just kept my fingers crossed
(Does that technique really help???). I sat there patiently waiting for my
date.
And there she was, majestically walking towards me as I had
taken a seat that was conspicuously visible from the main gate.Nothing much had changed from my previous encounter with her. Still stunning she was. There she came.
The lady who had denied me her phone number was here with me. I should consider
myself charming.
As the kind gentleman I am, I stood to usher her to the
table and even pulled the chair for her (This
Part: Ladies would go like “Aaaaaawwwww,” …Lol) Yeah I am gentleman.
And now this is where the date officially starts. Chatted, Chatted,
Chatted, and Chatted only to be interrupted by the warden who went like “Excuse me Sir, have you ordered.” I
actually forgot that I was in a hotel. Anyway I told the warden to give us some
minutes. You can imagine what Joy told me.
“I have just had some lunch;
I’ll just take a drink.” I guess I was the most infuriated man in the
universe at that time. How on this planet do you come on date with your stomach
full? What was I supposed to do with you
seriously? Goodness…!!! After all these preparations??? C’mon.
By the way, just for the record, I never lost my domestic displeasure
on her face. All these were just happening inside of me. I had to take all
that. So she ordered what she wanted and I did order soda too. I can’t just
stay there feasting on some chips yet my date is sitting there just sipping
some colored water and sugar. Yeah, it is colored water (a mixture of weird ingredients.
By the way have you heard that Coke soda is used a as pesticide in some parts
of Asia? Yeah, that should scare you now and this lady too). How will even
people think of me?? … I couldn’t do that to myself. So we kept on our
conversation (getting to know each other) till we left the place to the bus
stage.
The date was over. Then I did something that up to now I find
it very immature. A week after the date, I decided to ask her to officially
date me. In short, I was asking her to be in a relationship with me. Kind of
blunt that was. How now???
First, you don’t ask someone who you barely know to be your
heartbeat (girlfriend or boyfriend). I didn’t even know about her family,
friends and even her past. Most importantly we had only met twice (Church &
that Kasarani place). Secondly, I did that on phone. Goodness…!!! How do you
propose on a phone conversation??
That one shows how scared and coward you’re. (Free
Advice)
Right now I see everything that I did at that time and all I
can say is that I was immature and raw.
Anyway we dated on for barely two years. And all this
happened mostly on phone till she went to Nigeria for studies (As she said, I never
did bid her bye). And that was just how it ended because even after she came back
to Kenya, it wasn’t possible for it to continue due to “irreconcilable differences”
Right now, 4 years after that date, am getting into the dating world in a mature way with full knowledge of what I am engaging in. Promising to keep whatever i have till marriage.
Stay Blessed Y’all. :-) :-) :-)
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
A PASSIONATE LOVE LETTER FROM SATAN
I saw you yesterday as you began your daily chores. You awoke without
kneeling to pray. As a matter of fact, you didn't even bless your meals, or
pray before going to bed last night. You are so ungrateful. I like that about
you.
I cannot tell you how glad I am that you have not changed your way of living. Fool! You are mine. Remember, you and I have been going steady for years, and I still don't love you yet. As a matter of fact, I hate you, because I hate God. I am only using you to get even with God. He kicked me out of heaven, and I'm going to use you as long as possible to pay him back.
You see, Fool, God Loves You and He has great and awesome plans for you. But you have surrendered your life to me and I'm going to make your life a living hell. That way we'll be together many times and this won’t please God! With all these things that we’ve been doing together like watching dirty movies, cursing people out, partying, stealing, lying, being hypocrites, fornicating, telling dirty jokes, gossiping, back stabbing people, disrespecting adults and those in leadership position, no respect for the church, bad attitudes, being greed, idolizing money, swimming in Lust etc.: Wait…!!! All these things, aren’t you really ashamed of yourself; leaving the goodness and joy of living your life in Jesus Christ?
OK then, Fool, let's burn together forever. I've got some Sizzling plans for us. This is just a letter of appreciation from me to you. I'd like to say "THANKS" for letting me use you for most of your foolish life. You are so naive. I laugh at you. When you are tempted to sin, you give in. You make me sick. Goodness!!!
Sin is beginning to take its toll on your life. You look 20 years older. I need new blood. So go ahead and teach some children how to sin. All you have to do is smoke, drink alcoholic beverages, cheat, gamble, gossip, fornicate, and listen to and dance to the top 10 jams in front of them and you’ll be productive. You’ll be able to create your look - alike in plenty. I just Pity them.
Anyway, Fool, I have to let you go for now. I'll be back in a couple of seconds to tempt you again. If you’re intelligent, you would run somewhere and secrete yourself from me.
Now, fool, let me advice you in reference with that little bit of your life that is left. It's not my nature to warn anyone and you know that well, but then, to be your age and still living in sin; it's becoming a bit outrageous and so disgusting.
Don't get me wrong, I still hate you...... or wait… I HATE YOU WITH PASSION.
You deserve better than me and I would request you to: >>>>>>>>
I cannot tell you how glad I am that you have not changed your way of living. Fool! You are mine. Remember, you and I have been going steady for years, and I still don't love you yet. As a matter of fact, I hate you, because I hate God. I am only using you to get even with God. He kicked me out of heaven, and I'm going to use you as long as possible to pay him back.
You see, Fool, God Loves You and He has great and awesome plans for you. But you have surrendered your life to me and I'm going to make your life a living hell. That way we'll be together many times and this won’t please God! With all these things that we’ve been doing together like watching dirty movies, cursing people out, partying, stealing, lying, being hypocrites, fornicating, telling dirty jokes, gossiping, back stabbing people, disrespecting adults and those in leadership position, no respect for the church, bad attitudes, being greed, idolizing money, swimming in Lust etc.: Wait…!!! All these things, aren’t you really ashamed of yourself; leaving the goodness and joy of living your life in Jesus Christ?
OK then, Fool, let's burn together forever. I've got some Sizzling plans for us. This is just a letter of appreciation from me to you. I'd like to say "THANKS" for letting me use you for most of your foolish life. You are so naive. I laugh at you. When you are tempted to sin, you give in. You make me sick. Goodness!!!
Sin is beginning to take its toll on your life. You look 20 years older. I need new blood. So go ahead and teach some children how to sin. All you have to do is smoke, drink alcoholic beverages, cheat, gamble, gossip, fornicate, and listen to and dance to the top 10 jams in front of them and you’ll be productive. You’ll be able to create your look - alike in plenty. I just Pity them.
Anyway, Fool, I have to let you go for now. I'll be back in a couple of seconds to tempt you again. If you’re intelligent, you would run somewhere and secrete yourself from me.
Now, fool, let me advice you in reference with that little bit of your life that is left. It's not my nature to warn anyone and you know that well, but then, to be your age and still living in sin; it's becoming a bit outrageous and so disgusting.
Don't get me wrong, I still hate you...... or wait… I HATE YOU WITH PASSION.
You deserve better than me and I would request you to: >>>>>>>>
CONFESS YOUR SINS, LIVE FOR GOD
NB. And if you really Love me, you won't share this letter with
anyone.
John 14: 6 - Jesus answered, “I am the way
and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.
THE EPIC ADVENTURES OF AN INTERN AT THE UN -HABITAT (PART 1)
Having received a text message reading “Would you
like to do an internship programme at the UN for data……” So unconcerned I
was because I thought it was one of those SMS from people in our prisons. At
that time there was a lot of news about how prisoners are able to sneak in
Mobile phones handsets and laptops into the prisons and they were using them to
commit fraud. Anyway the reason why I never thought of UN was because; UN for
me was a “dream” working place later in my career. It was one of those
places that you only dream especially when you’re walking along a road then you
get to see those big fuel guzzlers vehicles with red number plates and
the only thing running into your mind is “$$$$$$” and a good life. I decided to
contact the number and realized that it was my Lecture in college and she gave
further directions after having decided on it. I sent the CV to the given
address and after one week, I received a call from the Agency that I was to
work for, informing me that I was to attend an interview the following week.
But then one problem still kept on ringing in back
and forth my mind; what was it? I had not invested on official clothes, I
really had very few nice looking official clothes and the reason was because I
had ignored them a lot for the fact that I just don’t like them (I have a
history with them: not really good). Anyway, whatever the case I had to go to
the interview.
The Interview
I arrived at the UN complex main gate at around 8:15 .am smartly and sharply dressed looking as if I am going to one of those top board strategy meetings (don’t even ask where I got the clothes).
The only people I have seen carrying guns in this country are only Police officers and like minded organizations but not securities for companies and NGOs. In this case, I was so shocked to see nicely dressed gentlemen with pistols on their waists supported by holsters. So confused I was, that I didn’t know where to go seriously. Being diplomatic and cool as I am always, I decided to ask one of them who directed me to the point where I am supposed to submit my details (Funny thing is that they also speak fluent and eloquent English, not the ones that I am used to meet in Kenya).
The Interview
I arrived at the UN complex main gate at around 8:15 .am smartly and sharply dressed looking as if I am going to one of those top board strategy meetings (don’t even ask where I got the clothes).
The only people I have seen carrying guns in this country are only Police officers and like minded organizations but not securities for companies and NGOs. In this case, I was so shocked to see nicely dressed gentlemen with pistols on their waists supported by holsters. So confused I was, that I didn’t know where to go seriously. Being diplomatic and cool as I am always, I decided to ask one of them who directed me to the point where I am supposed to submit my details (Funny thing is that they also speak fluent and eloquent English, not the ones that I am used to meet in Kenya).
Now, this place has 3 security
points, The first one is at the main gate where, I was asked for my papers to
confirm that I was invited in that place plus identification documents, then
the second one was where you are given a ground pass with your photo on it which
will grants you access to in the main compound and then there is the third one
which an officer manning there ready to confirm you details (ground pass) and
then swipe a card to allow you to access through the gate. Do you know that
process alone can take you around 45 minutes to even one hour? …. No You Don’t
Wow! I was in the main complex, I can’t believe, I am in the UN Gigiri main complex. On my view the place is wide and open. On my left is a line long path that was leading to the main Lobby and its sides are long flag posts each with a flag that represent every country that is a member of the UN. It really looked cool. On my right was a road leading to a parking with buses from a local transport company ( came to find out later that , those are the staff buses and they pay only Kshs 1500 per month for those services and it takes you to your doorstep; God, I cant believe this, I mean its very cheap). Anyway, I was directed to follow the flag posts to the main lobby and then ask another security person on where I wanted to go (Following the flag posts was the easiest way for visitors because with that you can’t get lost).On the way I met a lot of foreigners or otherwise as they are known locally as “Mzungus”, Now, these are not the typical ones that you find in the streets of Nairobi smiling at you always, they were really serious (Perhaps they were thinking of their families at home or maybe their boss had told them that they had to go to Somali for 3 good months. SOMALI! Guess you know how that place is from watching CNN). I was supposed to go to the “NOF BLOCK 4, LEVEL 2 SOUTHWING’, you know with such a description, I don’t have a clue what it means leave alone where it is. Having been directed, I passed through the first Block labeled “1” and I was to go till I reach where it has been labeled “4” then took a short flight of stairs to what is now called LEVEL 2 then proceeded to the part that is now called South wing, mind you it has not been labeled. A narrow path leads to the main office of that part, Now not knowing definitely where I was going, again I had to ask a man in this late thirties (looking so) to direct me to the office of my future boss for the next 6 months (Initially it was 3 months).
Wow! I was in the main complex, I can’t believe, I am in the UN Gigiri main complex. On my view the place is wide and open. On my left is a line long path that was leading to the main Lobby and its sides are long flag posts each with a flag that represent every country that is a member of the UN. It really looked cool. On my right was a road leading to a parking with buses from a local transport company ( came to find out later that , those are the staff buses and they pay only Kshs 1500 per month for those services and it takes you to your doorstep; God, I cant believe this, I mean its very cheap). Anyway, I was directed to follow the flag posts to the main lobby and then ask another security person on where I wanted to go (Following the flag posts was the easiest way for visitors because with that you can’t get lost).On the way I met a lot of foreigners or otherwise as they are known locally as “Mzungus”, Now, these are not the typical ones that you find in the streets of Nairobi smiling at you always, they were really serious (Perhaps they were thinking of their families at home or maybe their boss had told them that they had to go to Somali for 3 good months. SOMALI! Guess you know how that place is from watching CNN). I was supposed to go to the “NOF BLOCK 4, LEVEL 2 SOUTHWING’, you know with such a description, I don’t have a clue what it means leave alone where it is. Having been directed, I passed through the first Block labeled “1” and I was to go till I reach where it has been labeled “4” then took a short flight of stairs to what is now called LEVEL 2 then proceeded to the part that is now called South wing, mind you it has not been labeled. A narrow path leads to the main office of that part, Now not knowing definitely where I was going, again I had to ask a man in this late thirties (looking so) to direct me to the office of my future boss for the next 6 months (Initially it was 3 months).
The directions led me to an office
labeled the name of my supervisor *Wanda Seaford*). Reading the name instituted
another mindboggling conversation within me as to whether that name belongs to
a Kenyan or a foreigner. Anyway I decided to call her number and the response
was like “We were supposed to meet at 9am, so please wait for me because
it’s not yet….”.”Ok” was my response. So I seated their waiting patiently,
expectantly and anxiously for the interview to start. I kept on reminding
myself about what HABITAT is all about and also some of the Do’s and Don’ts
during an interview.
Suddenly a lady appeared on one of
the doors walking hurriedly (Probably running, Later on I came to discover that
the Lady is very strong despite her age at that time being 60) carrying “Ciondoo”
and a “Kitenge skirt and a sleeveless top”. She came towards me and asked me if
I was that name that she was to interview and I responded with a strong yes.
She told me to give her a few minutes while opening the office. The time has
come for the interview. She called me in, directed me to a chair and asked for
my CV (thank God I had carried it).The first question was “Tell me something
about yourself that is not written in the CV”; this is a question that one
needs to prepare themselves on because every interviewer will ask you that.
Trust me on that.
The interview took around 30 minutes. It really moved from being an interview to a conversation and I liked that. The content was more of the current issues facing city in terms of planning and there possible remedies for all that. I must say that the future boss was really friendly and polite too. After that I was directed to one a young man possible in his mid twenties. He was supposed to direct me on how to fill a central online application site for all the interns coming to UN. I came later to know that his was also working in the same department and I will be working with him too. His name was *John*. He directed me with everything that I was supposed to do. I finished with that and I left the office trying to internalize everything that had just happen all that time. Figured out my way out of the complex and went home to relax myself. I filled the form for one and half weeks (It is a very long form) and waited for around one month before I was called to report to the place.
The Experience
Reporting day for the internship was on 30 th May 2011. Psyched up I was with very many expectations and intentions during my entire time at the UN. Reported to the internship office, took the document which I am supposed to get with the official ground pass. Once I got my official ground pass with my name on it and it also indicates the agency and what my title is e.g. “Intern”. Did I just tell you that we were also entitled to “Courtesy Bus” every evening to the city center? Yeah! It’s called a courtesy bus because it can only accommodate around 30 something people considering that this place has 100 and interns and it’s also on first come first serve basis. I can tell you for real that the bus left me on my first day. Sorry me! Anyway I had to wait after one week to take my orientation; which in sense was supposed to be done in the first day (I don’t know if it served its purpose because it’s like an introductory class session to familiarize oneself with UN.
The interview took around 30 minutes. It really moved from being an interview to a conversation and I liked that. The content was more of the current issues facing city in terms of planning and there possible remedies for all that. I must say that the future boss was really friendly and polite too. After that I was directed to one a young man possible in his mid twenties. He was supposed to direct me on how to fill a central online application site for all the interns coming to UN. I came later to know that his was also working in the same department and I will be working with him too. His name was *John*. He directed me with everything that I was supposed to do. I finished with that and I left the office trying to internalize everything that had just happen all that time. Figured out my way out of the complex and went home to relax myself. I filled the form for one and half weeks (It is a very long form) and waited for around one month before I was called to report to the place.
The Experience
Reporting day for the internship was on 30 th May 2011. Psyched up I was with very many expectations and intentions during my entire time at the UN. Reported to the internship office, took the document which I am supposed to get with the official ground pass. Once I got my official ground pass with my name on it and it also indicates the agency and what my title is e.g. “Intern”. Did I just tell you that we were also entitled to “Courtesy Bus” every evening to the city center? Yeah! It’s called a courtesy bus because it can only accommodate around 30 something people considering that this place has 100 and interns and it’s also on first come first serve basis. I can tell you for real that the bus left me on my first day. Sorry me! Anyway I had to wait after one week to take my orientation; which in sense was supposed to be done in the first day (I don’t know if it served its purpose because it’s like an introductory class session to familiarize oneself with UN.
After week surely, one has already
known the place at least). It was during the orientation that I came to know
about that the UN also houses international interns. I met quite a number of
them during the orientation form different countries. Awesome place it is.
Proceeded to my office met my boss and I was re – introduced to *John who as I
told you will be my direct work colleague. I went through a small job
orientation based on what I was supposed to do.
My first week in UN – HABITAT was one of the worst week I had in my life. I think it was not just one of the, but the worst week I ever had in my life. How can one stay in an office with people and not talk. I stayed in the office and no one is greeting at all. You can’t even greet other people because the facial expression that they give you is just like “try and say hi and you will regret it the rest of your life” hahahaha (Vey funny, Just Kidding). I can tell truly that, that was the attitude exhibited by people. I am very social person and I can’t stay three hours non –stop without talking to someone. Unless you are with them in the same in the same unit or working together I can tell you that no verbal contact will be between the two of you. I spend like three weeks before having that verbal contact with some of them, not that I didn’t want but it was them who seemingly didn’t want.
My first week in UN – HABITAT was one of the worst week I had in my life. I think it was not just one of the, but the worst week I ever had in my life. How can one stay in an office with people and not talk. I stayed in the office and no one is greeting at all. You can’t even greet other people because the facial expression that they give you is just like “try and say hi and you will regret it the rest of your life” hahahaha (Vey funny, Just Kidding). I can tell truly that, that was the attitude exhibited by people. I am very social person and I can’t stay three hours non –stop without talking to someone. Unless you are with them in the same in the same unit or working together I can tell you that no verbal contact will be between the two of you. I spend like three weeks before having that verbal contact with some of them, not that I didn’t want but it was them who seemingly didn’t want.
I think God created us as social
creatures who are supposed to be connecting in whatever ways. By the way the
Unit that I was working in had people of different Nationalities, i.e. Kenyans,
Ugandans, French, Mexicans, West Africans and also Europeans. Such diversity
but no connection; with such a very weird working environment. On that point by
the way, I had someone said when we were having lunch at the cafeteria that
people are reluctant to share their research or discoveries because their
superiors might either plagiarize them or even take credit on them (I don’t
know how true it is)
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