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Yesterday I had a debate with my friend, Tawanda , on the declaration of a no-fly zone and the subsequent allied forces military intervention in the Libyan Arab Jamahiriya.
His sentiments were that the military intervention was a violation of Libya’s sovereignty and that Col. Muammir Al-Qadahfi was not going to give up easily without a civilian war.
Just like Tawanda, there could be people who feel that Col. Qadahfi is loved by his people and has a right to govern Libya until he is in the grave
.The UN Security Council resolution 1973 (2011) adopted by a vote of 10 in favor to none against, with 5 abstentions (Brazil, China, Germany, India and Russia), authorizing Member States to act nationally or in regional organizations or arrangements to take “necessary measures” to protect civilians, has been long overdue.
The League of Arab States also called for the imposition of the no-fly zone on Libya. The Peace and Security Council of the African Union also gave its go-ahead since its effort to find a peaceful solution to the crisis had not borne any fruit yet. Colonel Qadahfi’s actions against his own people drew widespread condemnation from all peace loving people and nations of the world.It is time that the UN, AU and the likes grew teeth and begin to proactively provide solutions instead of being reactionary. It must be borne in mind that these organizations are dealing with stubborn leaders and dictators.
Some of these leaders think they have every right to kill their own people to remain in power. Even though the attack on Libya by the allied forces is condemned, it goes without saying that it is highly unlikely that Colonel Qadahfi and friends will conform to the request of the Libyan people to relinquish power voluntarily.
Military diplomacy must always be the last resort, right? And I believe that this is the time quieten Tripoli into submission before more lives are lost. There should be no occupation of Libya by foreign forces and the Libyans must be assisted to achieve democracy through as peaceful means as possible.
With a character like Qadahfi, where do we draw the line? The thin line exasperates all peace loving people .I’m one of them.
We were at teambuilding workshop. And we got into this topic about friends 
and relationships that made me realize that I actually haven’t had many a friend in a while. Except for two guys that I have spent my time with, I discovered I have not been much of a friend magnet since high school.
Ha-ha. Isn’t it funny that people think that I actually have plenty of acquaintances? This is far for from the truth. One friend said she found it actually awkwardly perplexing that I spend most of my time watching movies [my favorite past time after reading] by myself when I have got more than 300 friends of Facebook. Hello honey! Those are virtual friends!
So back to the point ,I think its been very hard for me to make good friends ever since I got separated from plenty of my good friends along this path we call life. Sometimes one has to ask what’s the point? You meet to part and you part to meet so…? But I must admit that it would be nice to have cool friends whom you can trust with your life.
One friend comes to mind, Eddy (R.I.P son). Actually he never left my mind because he has been irreplaceable. That was a naughty young man who didn’t seem to have a grip on life, but thou shall not speak ill of the dead so I will mumm.
We we
re very good friends .we used to fight but we remained friends like nothing happened. Neither of us used to go hungry because we looked out for each other. I think the most important thing is we trusted each other. How we managed to get along baffled a lot of minds who believed that we were a mis-match. I being that calm, careful guy that I was. And him being a jumpy energetic, all over the place kind of a dude.
So we shared a house and I can still hear our landlord asking “why are you friends with him? “And, “don’t you have better friends?” I would just retort with a “leave him alone”. What they didn’t know is that I and Eddy had been to hell and back as far as working a friendship is concerned, and skipped over a lot of hurdles. That brought us together in an unbelievably strong way than people would have it. We understood each other so well; he knew exactly what my reaction would be to different scenarios.
I recall a moment when I was nursing a major heartbreak, after learning that my girlfriend was actually sleeping with a friend of mine when I had gone to visit them in another town. How or why she did that is still a mystery to date. So there I was drowning in my sorrows “for quite an awfully long time” according to his standards. 
So Eddy did what he knew best, organized me a nice gal, Sandy, to go to the movies with. I think we double dated. It was a nice outing but it did little to my erase sorrows. Poor Sandy, I did not even kiss her forehead. I was just my cold self. But that was my boy looking out for me the way he knows best. We hooked up recently on the net, thanks to social networks, she still looks awesome but of cause she is fully booked, married! Hello? Sorry girl, I was feeling a BIT under the weather that day and you were such a good spot.
Anyways, one day this girl came, knocked on the door, and alas! There she was tearstained cheeks, bag in hand, staring at me. I greeted her but she was already crying and I had to let her in, the neighbors were watching. “I’m pregnant” she said. She was the girl from the double date, hello? How could this be happening? How did she fall pregnant? Where was the contraceptive?
On the other hand I was asking myself, should I let her stay? She is not my burden. And she is the second girl I have seen knocking on my door, with a baby tummy.
So “I’m pregnant” she said. I sat her down, how nice of me. “Tammy ,Eddy isn’t here” I said in a failing voice. I knew better than to turn friend’s girl back on to the street. She had been chased away by her people and she had nowhere to go. And apparently Eddy knew about it because he didn’t bother coming home from work for like two weeks.
So Tammy was my responsibility, I fed her and made sure she was comfortable. Then Eddy came back. And they used to fight like kittens. He made three girls pregnant that season.
“Birds of a feather, flock together?” That’s a lie. Me 
and Eddy, we were opposites andyet we got along very well. Drama or no drama, I miss him and I’m not sure if I could really ever find some one who will understand me the way he did.
“Sob sob”
So back to the workshop, do I have friends?
I’m off it
Cheers
Wonder
Me and my jogging
I didn’t want to go on the run today! But a lot hangs in the balance if I don’t exercise, my health ,my wardrobe, my studies, my work and maybe my life in general.
Ok how do I mean?
My health is affected because I have a crazy metabolism that seems so good at gaining me some weight wily nily! Are we together yet? Ok, let me explain: when its winter, I gain weight, but that also happens in any other season. When I’m stressed I gain, and it’s the same when I’m happy. When I don’t eat, funnily I gain kilos and when I don’t eat or go on a diet, I gain easily. I am beginning to think that my metabolism has a mind of its own. It would seem like my body houses some rebel genes that don’t want to conform.
My wardrobe is affected when I gain because I have to buy new clothes and give a
way a lot of my new smaller size clothes. I don’t like shopping for clothes because I never seem to wear them off. I like giving away but not the whole wardrobe, please! I used to wear size 40-42 now I wear size 36 and I’m loving it but I can feel it tightening a bit around my waist. My shirts are size large but I can’t enjoy some of them because I have tank bulging, like I’m 5 months pregnant. Not that a preg is a bad thing but God didn’t mean for me to carry things in my tummy.
The other good reason for maintaining a toned up physic is for looking good with the fairer sex. They always seem to think I’m six or seven years younger than my age. hahahah. Actually some used to say I’m that younger than my younger brothers. Of course I didn’t complain, obviously that always produced that wicked smile on my face. But that was when I was diligent with my morning jog. I wonder how I would compare now.
If I don’t exercise, I don’t concentrate when I’m studying and I easily fall I asleep. Thandi, has given me the name “malala” which means the one who sleeps efficiently. Now that’s not nice because she can go on and study for hours without a wink of sleep! And I’m jealous.
My work involves a lot of walking about but when I do sit on the toilet seat or by the computer, I feel like I could sometimes just seat, forever, you know! But I have to get some work done so I have to get my moves on!
My life has to be very long so I can’t afford to shorten it by not. Plus you know I have to look and feel good.
I could go on but I have to run now.
cheers
wonder
Julius Malema is highly underestimated!
If last night’s SABC3 [27 July , 2010] interview with ANC Youth League president, Julius Malema , is anything to go by, I think its high time people stopped underestimating Julius. Whoever does, does so at their own, shall I say, “Peril”? Only a few months ago,we were laughing at him, mocking him but if u sat through the two interviews yesterday, he surprised you didn’t he? There he was articulating his position and the position of the ANCYL in a calm, composed manner. My friend on twitter said she was” really shocked” at this public display of composure by Malema.
One would have thought, that’s not Julius since we would expect outbursts and arrogance but maybe the ANC disciplinary machinery works efficiently after all.
I can unashamedly confess that I sat through both interviews by my own free will and I wasn’t paid or bribed or promised a tender!
One angle would be that maybe journalists are now a bit afraid of confronting him since he undressed that BBC scribe at that conference! Whatever the case, we all can agree that he has definitely grown up a bit. If he continues in this form, he could become a minister of state enterprises one day soon. And I will not be surprised if this happens .He packs a lot of potential and could be as good as any of the sitting MPs and ministers. Julius Malema ,a minister ? Don’t laugh, toy toy with that idea in your head.
Meanwhile ,follow the link to see what he was all bout.
Wonder
http://www.timeslive.co.za/incoming/article573197.ece/Malema–No-crisis-in-youth-league
Saudi Arabia’s Challenge at playing Big brother!
I really am not fully convinced that the Saudis, as powerful as they are, can be best placed to play Big Brother in the Arab world. Actually I can’t wait to see hell break loose there as well. Not that it will be of any benefit to me but I know a few who will.
Having a good oily relationship with the USA does not make them a democracy. And when the Saudis do decide to take to the streets, I will not be surprised if NATO throws a grenade or two to smoke out the Princes.
So as the Arab revolution unravels, the Saudis are probably wishing that the winds of change would blow their way, hopefully without having to lift placards. Now as we all know by now ,Arab Monarchs are very reluctant to play the democracy game without being pushed into it.
The NATO family and the USA in particular,might be wishfully thinking that since they have let Saudi Arabia play the role of class monitor,he could then learn from the current events and begin to pro actively put his house into a democratic order. What a dream.
The Saudis might as well , work in Saudi Arabia and raise a family in a new, democratic Egypt or Yemen. Whilst keeping our fingers crossed for Libya, let’s pray for Big Brother Saudi Arabia
http://www.economist.com/node/18805423?fsrc=nwl|wwp|06-09-11|politics_this_week