One of the biggest stories in football this year was the announcement of the astronomical TV rights deal signed between sports TV giants Sky Sports & BT Sport and the Premier League, a deal worth 5.14 billion pounds to be exact. This makes an already wealthy league even more filthy rich. And this is only from TV. Adidas famously signed a massive deal with Manchester United to supply kits and equipment, paying the club 75 million pounds per year over 10 years. The result: 8 of the 20 richest football clubs in the world are English. In comparison, 4 are Italian, 3 Spanish, 3 German, and 1 French. All 20 clubs in the BPL are in the top 40. Newcastle and West Ham, in 18th and 19th respectively, are not participants in European competitions, which are the major source of revenue for the 12 non-English clubs in the top 20…
Hey guys, It’s been quite a while I know, but life got hectic after the new semester began. It has been 3 months into the semester and everything is becoming a a blurr. I want to just sit and watch a series the whole day but unfortunately, cant, because I’m studding for the next CAT. 😦 I have a friend X, (Mwangi :D) who this post absolutely relates to… (edited version of another article)
What ‘beauty’sleep does
These are the activities that most of us (especially in Medical School) can relate to.
The first three months after the start of the semester.
7.00 am: Alarm Rings. Snoozes for the first time; Snoozes again. (He has mastered the phone’s shortcut button to snooze); the next thing that wakes him up
…The sun.
9.30 am: Calls a friend and asks that he/she signs for him. He then rushes to the bathroom – Often finds no water. Debates whether he will go downstairs to fetch water (depending on the weather).
10.00 am: Having breakfast.
10.30 am: In the lecture hall, no lecturer is present.
He immediately regrets leaving his bed; tries to console himself; “At least I’m in class; it’s better than staying in the room.”
Why did I wake up in the first place!
11.00 am: Decides to go to the library. Signs and takes five minutes to settle down. Five minutes deciding which book to read.
11.15 am: Gets a call that the lecture has arrived. He goes to class.
11.20 am: The lecturer goes through the slides as if they have to take a pee. He could pass for Eminem in a rap contest – in one minute, five slides.
11.25 am: He is called by a friend seated at the back to check how many slides there are for the lecture – 77 slides. Currently, they are in slide no. 9.
Self-explanatory
12.30 pm: The slides are all covered. His notebook has something the struggles to be legible. He can barely read it. He consoles himself that he will get the slides and go through it, and update the notes.
12.45 pm: Next stop; the bus; he’s forced to be a gentleman (he can’t struggle with a lady for a seat in the bus).
2.00 pm: He’s in the lecture hall for the next lecture. He has just wolfed down four pieces of chapatti, a plate of rice and beans, plus a cup of juice/red bull on a lucky day.
2.05 pm: The lecturer starts the presentation.
2.06 pm: The lecturer is barely visible. Vision is blurry
2.07 pm: Loss of awareness; nodding off.
2.09 pm: He is gone.
3.40 pm: He awakes. The lecture gives the five minute break before continuing with the Power Point presentation.
3.47 pm: Some students ask the lecturer questions. He barely knows what how the question relates to the topic of the day.
3.49 pm: The lecturer replies, “That is a very good question! “
3.50 pm: Confusion.
4.30 pm: He has been struggling to wrap his head around what he has been hearing to from the lecturer and what his immediate neighbour has been writing.
4.40 pm: Struggles and finds the signing sheet and signs for seven other friends.
4.55 pm: He waits outside for the bus to come back, while leading most of the conversations.
5.30 pm: He boards the bus.
6.45 pm: He is dropped by the bus at his hostel. Immediately goes for supper.
7.15 pm: “I’m not planning to sleep today, I must study” He informs me,settling at his study table. He preps for it.
7.30 pm: On his bed – Whatsapp.
8.30 pm: “Janey(that’s me),nisambazie bundles ama cred? I need some.”
8.35 pm: He moves next to the switch and charges the phone as he chats.
8.40 pm: Takes the study seat, in an effort to read. “Janey, where’s my pen? I urgently need it. ” Next to him is his pen and phone. Three textbooks are on the table. All of them are open. He still continues to chat.
9.40 pm: Battery 50%.
9.45 pm: Jumps to his bed.
10.00 pm: “Janey, niamshe matimes zetu”. ‘Matimez zetu’ implies that I should wake him up at around 12 at night.
12.00 am: I prod him to wake up. “Wake up. I’m going to bed”. His reply, “Mzzmunyummwwyuiiii”. He switches to the other side of the bed.
Need to catch some sleep
The cycle continues.
He’s up again at 9.30, maybe 8.00 am on a good day.
Someone once told me that when young people come together something great always results from it. I had the privilege to meet the working and functioning hands behind this story this Saturday. I shock you not they are mere and ordinary students’ hands running the show. These students sat together to come up with the supreme and extra-ordinary idea, hence the birth of the now famous Sanaa culture.
A platform where young people of different race and tribe get to showcase their God-given talent, speak of their values and voice their opinions on the world today . It avails a chance for these young artists to be heard and be seen either through lyrics or just a mere paintbrush.
“This world is but a canvas to our imagination.”
Henry David Thoreau
Their art depicts a peaceful place of no strife but of conquering weaknesses to become better. It is art for change. Of young talent, authentic art and refreshingly good music is just a mere part of the event that was. It all went down at the Michael Joseph centre where young people met to exhibit talent like never before. From spoken word to live music, you name it.
The room full to the brim and good music seething to the top. Dancing and good conversation ruled the day with graceful entertainment.
One artist was after my own heart. She spoke of women. How we are tired of the image we have been forced to compare ourselves to. “If I wear makeup am to plastic if I wear my hair kinky I’m too unkempt!”. Her name, Faith Shikanga, famously known as ‘shikkiey’. Her poise and structure, her voice and word texture left the crowd yearning for more. She possesses great strength in my books, to stand and set the society straight, to air her views publicly caring not of neither rejection nor subjection to the stereotype of the modern African woman. My hands could not have clapped louder and my voice could not have shouted louder than I did that day.
What is an event without good acoustic music? They grasped my attention with the phrase “Mama Kenya amka. Ni wewe na ni mimi.” (Mother of Kenya arise. It is both you and me). Who can forget the four amazing artists that raised their voice to change. ‘Royalty is Black’ is their name. Using their amazing talents and just two guitars, they passed their message across: It’s time we all rose and acknowledge where we are from. “I am African and I am proud”. These are the words that will ring in my head for a very long time. It touched me to see young people embracing their black skin in a time where culture is uprooted and eroded. To stand up and say that I love Africa, in a time where everybody wants to be assimilated to the western culture turning back not to the rich and authentic culture they leave behind. To say I was impressed will be doing a disservice to my heart.
I was thoroughly amazed and utterly impressed on what young people can do given the chance. Putting their time to great use and utilizing the limited resources available to them .I interacted with these young entrepreneurs and I saw vision in their eyes, fire in their hearts and vehemence for what they do. The stereotype and typical misjudgment of the youth was broken. No more sitting down to wait for mum and dad to provide. I salute the sanaa culture and associates team for their great work this past Saturday. I look forward to see more of them and also more of ‘in the closet’ artists showcasing their talent.
To a great weekend that was. Cheers
I am absolutely in love with a blogger by the name Sheila. I must say, her articles amaze me at times. Today I was having a blue day and so I decided to revisit my favorite article from her because I feel I can absolutely relate to it, well, most of it 😉 . Now, I’m not excluding other age brackets with this article but those in their twenties will absolutely relate to it or those who want to reminisce about their twenties 😉 She got this from her cousin via text.
Being in your twenties…
It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start
realizing that there are many things about yourself that
you didn’t know and may not like.You start feeling
insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two,
but then get scared because you barely know where you
are now.
You start realizing that people are selfish and that,
maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close
to aren’t exactly the greatest people you have ever met,
and the people you have lost touch with are some of the
most important ones. What you don’t recognize is that
they are realizing that too, and aren’t really cold, catty,
mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.
You look at your job… and it is not even close to what
you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are
looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have
to start at the bottom and that scares you. Your opinions
have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and
find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly
you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life
and are constantly adding things to your list of what is
acceptable and what isn’t. One minute, you are insecure
and then the next, secure.
You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You
feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is
the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear
life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and
further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where
you are or move forward.
You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you
loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and
wonder why you can’t meet anyone decent enough that
you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love
someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out
why you’re doing this because you know that you aren’t a
bad person. You want to settle down for good because
now all of a sudden that becomes top priority. Getting
wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic.You
begin to think a companion for life is better than a
hundred in the shack and for once you would not mind
standing tall for that special someone which otherwise
you had never thought of until now.
You go through the same emotions and questions over
and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics
because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry
about loans, money, the future and making a life for
yourself… and while winning the race would be great,
right now you’d just like to be a contender!
What you may not realize is that every one reading this
relates to it.We are in our best of times and our worst of
times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing
out.
Today Chronicles 