Jenwaki's Life Bench

Many people wonder if Internet Addiction is real or just some cooked up thing by internet users. It is actually very real. It can mess up your health, relationships and work performance to if you don’t come to the realization that you have a problem and work to overcome it. Case Scenario: Harriet arrives at work at 7.00a.m. one hour before her official time.  She enters her office, turns on the PC and the first thing she opens is the Internet Browser.  She further opens the social media sites (Facebook, Twitter,) and starts punching away addresses, usernames and passwords to access the sites. She smiles as she spots some notifications alerts begging for her attention. She peruses through all and then starts scrolling on the main page. She comments here, tweets there, likes here, shares there and even recommends over here. She continues to read some more comments and depending on the content, she either giggles, curses, laments or just stares back at the screen probably pondering.

When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know. Take it out on someone you don't know, but you know deserves it. I was sitting at my desk when I remembered A phone call I'd forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered, saying 'Hello..' I politely said, 'This is Rick. Could I please speak with Robyn Carter?' Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear 'Get the right f***ing number!' And the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Robyn's correct number To call her, I found that I had accidentally transposed The last two digits. After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again. When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled 'You're an asshole!' And hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'asshole' next to it,

There has been news circulating all over the country that men in Central Kenya specifically in Nyeri are getting twangwad (beaten) by their spouses. At first, it seemed like a unique case when it was reported on our local TV stations that some man had been badly wounded by his wife and was still nursing some nasty wounds. People really sympathized with the situation and wondered how beastly a woman can get. Before the dust could even settle regarding the revelation, other men started confessing publicly that they too had been getting the beatings and even had wounds to show. This is now where I beg to ask. Why are these men being battered by their wives? For one, I do not believe a woman would wake up one day, pick a panga and start slashing the husband for no apparent reason. According to Maendeleo Ya Wanawake Charlady Rukia Subow men will continue being twangwad if they do not put their act together. Women from Nyeri complain that their men no longer support them as a husba

I decided to write this post about my favourite gal and Diva Stella Nyambura Mwangi because she has managed to capture both the local and international audience with her talent and splendor. When she first waltzed into the Kenyan scene, I used to argue with a couple of my friends that she was a Jamaican by origin until I read her profile. My fascination began thereon. Stella Nyambura Mwangi also known for stage name STL was born on 1 September 1986 in Nairobi. She  is a Norwegian-Kenyan Singer, Song Writer and Rapper. In 1991 Stella had to move to Norway with her family due to some political issues in her home country. She started to practice playing music when she was just eight years old. She is not just a singer, but also plays the piano. Kinanda, her latest album that features my favourite song "Lookie Lookie" Stella started her career back in 1998 as a recording artist, by joining African youth group The Rise where she released her first album ever Maroon . S

Dear Mistress, It is after much reflection that I have chosen to write this letter. My hope is that it will get to you and many others who have chosen to break up homes. You see, to you am the faceless woman wife of the man you love so much. I have received your messages through some of my friends who felt the need to confront you about encouraging my husband to move out of his home into yours. The messages that came back to me are “Let anyone who has an issue with me talk to me herself” or “I didn’t even know he was married until it was too late.”  Too late for what? I didn’t send them to you, but now that you’ve chosen to send them to me, a response is inevitable. Not that I think it will make much of a difference to you or him, but your response got me thinking. That man you introduce to others as your boyfriend is my husband. He is the father of my three beautiful children. My children, who at such a tender age are struggling with rejection and an uncertain future.

I know I have been a little bit quiet in posting something for you my dear reader and this is the reason why. I uuuummmm..... am not.....I haven't yet........hhmmm do I really have a reason not to have engaged you with my posts? I actually don't, which for me is such a shame as am sure some of you look forward to my posts, don't you ;-)? Anyway, here is something I thought is quite beautiful and rich for your read and for you to marvel at as you await for my very own. It has become like an anthem in my life and am honoured to share it with you. Read on. " People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that Person.. When someone is in your life for a REASON , it is usually to meet a need You have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with Guidance and support, o aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually.they may seem like a godsend and