The Lord is my Sheppard
Hey,
It's me again. I hope you had a good week. This is the 3rd last Monday Morning Jambos (TM). (I've also trademarked "Monday Morning Jambons", and "Monday Morning Hams".
Only 17 more days until I leave Kenya (assuming you're reading this on Monday, if not, figure it out for yourself). You miss me yet?
If you missed my column this past Wednesday in the Post here it is:
http://www.canada.com/nationalpost/news/working/story.html?id=c5ef14da-ddcf-42fd-8bf6-a8bee4d875d6
I actually think it may be the best one I've written for the Post and the best column I've written since Kacob Jojfman Goes to the Formal. I managed to sneak in three (3) of my favorite things into this column: my ties; baseball; and the quote from Jackie Robinson.
I am gunning to have two (2) more columns. One before I leave Kenya and one after I get back. I'm going to try to use this column and the first one I wrote to propel me to more freelance gigs.
I had another mishap this past week and to save myself the embarassment, I'm going to keep the details to myself. By then, all the physical evidence should have mended.
Elton John is right. Saturday night is all right for fighting. I attended the fights last Saturday at the boxing club where I used to train. The guys with whom I used to train were boxing. I went over to wish them luck and one of the guys asks me where the gift I brought for them is. The Nakuru club won 3 (one by default b/c the other club had no opponent) and lost 3. This one guy David, very friendly guy, was fighting in Bantam (64 kg max) and just pummelled his opponent. The ref had to stop the match. Most of the matches were stopped b/c of blood, etc. The boxers have to share gloves and the helmet, and in some cases the shirt. I can only hope that they each had their own mouthguard, otherwise, gross.
After the match, I was waiting outside the bank for my cab to come. The kids from the boxing club came up to me. Dominic, one of the little guys who won his match, asked me where his prize was. He asked for money for a soda. Richard, who has always been quite brazen with asking me for things, asked me for a pen, telling me that he'd remember me by it. I gave it to himi. Then after he walked away I was frustrated with myself for giving him the pen. He didn't win his match and as a matter of fact he got the crap kicked out of him in his match and I just gave him a 'reward'? It's like giving a dog a treat after he pees on your carpet.
So there was a happy reunion in the Jacob household last Friday - I got a new DVD player. The store gave me a new one b/c it didn't get the DVD player repaired in time. To celebrate, I watched Season 1 of 24. Again. Bad mistake. 12 episodes later, at 4am, I finally went to bed. I did realize what made 24 such a great show. It's not the fact that each episode ends on a cliffhanger but how the entire story brings different storylines together to make a really kick ass story.
I managed to make it to ball only one (1) time this week, b/c it rained the other days. I played ball with the little kids again. This time my team dominated, only one game were we in risk of losing. I try to get the kids to shoot and drive as much as possible, and really only score when there's been a drought. I outrebounded all of the kids and out hustled them. They play what I call "sweater D" - the kids just drape the player with the ball, reaching in every time. If there was a ref, the whistle would be blowing every time. Kudos to my lil' buddy Victor who sat out a game so another kid, Chris, could play. That is good sportsmanship.
Magazine wise, it was a very bad week for me. I've been patiently waiting the new Men's Health (North American edition) and when it didn't come as of yesterday, I broke down and bought the UK version with Ryan Reynolds on the cover. The UK edition is the worst of the three that I buy. I couldn't get the Economist until today, and that was only b/c the stockist, who knows me from popping in everday to check up on Men's Health gave me the only issue he had that he was supposed to give to another customer. Yesterday, the guy was going to run me credit b/c I was a few shillings short but I went to the bank machine.
Which nicely segues me to my next point: the Jacob Foundation is back in business. I got my new Visa card last Monday and my bank card on Thursday, so now I can actually afford to buy the street kids meals. I've started to brownbag my leftovers and give them to the street people. It's better than having them go to waste. I gave some rice and beans to a street kid and told him to share with his friend. I felt like a parent yelling at him "Share! Share!"
I was also able to finally mail a letter I'd been sitting on for about a week. I just couldn't run the risk of spending the 95 shillings on a stamp!
I don't know if you know this but I get $200 CDN for each column I write in the Post. The money from this past week's column is going to be used as part of a social experiment. I'm going to leave it with the NGO here to be used for microfinance purposes. Then I'll follow the trail - who uses it, what did they do with it, when they repaid it, and what happens to their business. Then when the money and interest get loaned out again, repeat the process.
On the work front, I spent the week conducting telephone interviews with stockists about the marketing of agricultural products. What a headache. My favorite was the lady who said she could answer my questions and then once I proceeded to ask her, she said that she couldn't and I should wait for the manager.
Two more to go...
If you remind me, next week I'll tell you about the job idea I have. It's my 2nd or 3rd best idea. EVER!
your ever faithful correspondent,
Jacob
It's me again. I hope you had a good week. This is the 3rd last Monday Morning Jambos (TM). (I've also trademarked "Monday Morning Jambons", and "Monday Morning Hams".
Only 17 more days until I leave Kenya (assuming you're reading this on Monday, if not, figure it out for yourself). You miss me yet?
If you missed my column this past Wednesday in the Post here it is:
http://www.canada.com/nationalpost/news/working/story.html?id=c5ef14da-ddcf-42fd-8bf6-a8bee4d875d6
I actually think it may be the best one I've written for the Post and the best column I've written since Kacob Jojfman Goes to the Formal. I managed to sneak in three (3) of my favorite things into this column: my ties; baseball; and the quote from Jackie Robinson.
I am gunning to have two (2) more columns. One before I leave Kenya and one after I get back. I'm going to try to use this column and the first one I wrote to propel me to more freelance gigs.
I had another mishap this past week and to save myself the embarassment, I'm going to keep the details to myself. By then, all the physical evidence should have mended.
Elton John is right. Saturday night is all right for fighting. I attended the fights last Saturday at the boxing club where I used to train. The guys with whom I used to train were boxing. I went over to wish them luck and one of the guys asks me where the gift I brought for them is. The Nakuru club won 3 (one by default b/c the other club had no opponent) and lost 3. This one guy David, very friendly guy, was fighting in Bantam (64 kg max) and just pummelled his opponent. The ref had to stop the match. Most of the matches were stopped b/c of blood, etc. The boxers have to share gloves and the helmet, and in some cases the shirt. I can only hope that they each had their own mouthguard, otherwise, gross.
After the match, I was waiting outside the bank for my cab to come. The kids from the boxing club came up to me. Dominic, one of the little guys who won his match, asked me where his prize was. He asked for money for a soda. Richard, who has always been quite brazen with asking me for things, asked me for a pen, telling me that he'd remember me by it. I gave it to himi. Then after he walked away I was frustrated with myself for giving him the pen. He didn't win his match and as a matter of fact he got the crap kicked out of him in his match and I just gave him a 'reward'? It's like giving a dog a treat after he pees on your carpet.
So there was a happy reunion in the Jacob household last Friday - I got a new DVD player. The store gave me a new one b/c it didn't get the DVD player repaired in time. To celebrate, I watched Season 1 of 24. Again. Bad mistake. 12 episodes later, at 4am, I finally went to bed. I did realize what made 24 such a great show. It's not the fact that each episode ends on a cliffhanger but how the entire story brings different storylines together to make a really kick ass story.
I managed to make it to ball only one (1) time this week, b/c it rained the other days. I played ball with the little kids again. This time my team dominated, only one game were we in risk of losing. I try to get the kids to shoot and drive as much as possible, and really only score when there's been a drought. I outrebounded all of the kids and out hustled them. They play what I call "sweater D" - the kids just drape the player with the ball, reaching in every time. If there was a ref, the whistle would be blowing every time. Kudos to my lil' buddy Victor who sat out a game so another kid, Chris, could play. That is good sportsmanship.
Magazine wise, it was a very bad week for me. I've been patiently waiting the new Men's Health (North American edition) and when it didn't come as of yesterday, I broke down and bought the UK version with Ryan Reynolds on the cover. The UK edition is the worst of the three that I buy. I couldn't get the Economist until today, and that was only b/c the stockist, who knows me from popping in everday to check up on Men's Health gave me the only issue he had that he was supposed to give to another customer. Yesterday, the guy was going to run me credit b/c I was a few shillings short but I went to the bank machine.
Which nicely segues me to my next point: the Jacob Foundation is back in business. I got my new Visa card last Monday and my bank card on Thursday, so now I can actually afford to buy the street kids meals. I've started to brownbag my leftovers and give them to the street people. It's better than having them go to waste. I gave some rice and beans to a street kid and told him to share with his friend. I felt like a parent yelling at him "Share! Share!"
I was also able to finally mail a letter I'd been sitting on for about a week. I just couldn't run the risk of spending the 95 shillings on a stamp!
I don't know if you know this but I get $200 CDN for each column I write in the Post. The money from this past week's column is going to be used as part of a social experiment. I'm going to leave it with the NGO here to be used for microfinance purposes. Then I'll follow the trail - who uses it, what did they do with it, when they repaid it, and what happens to their business. Then when the money and interest get loaned out again, repeat the process.
On the work front, I spent the week conducting telephone interviews with stockists about the marketing of agricultural products. What a headache. My favorite was the lady who said she could answer my questions and then once I proceeded to ask her, she said that she couldn't and I should wait for the manager.
Two more to go...
If you remind me, next week I'll tell you about the job idea I have. It's my 2nd or 3rd best idea. EVER!
your ever faithful correspondent,
Jacob
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