Sunday, August 25, 2013
Sony Sugar Business Analysts (Application Support) Jobs in Sare Awendo Kenya
South Nyanza Sugar Company Limited, a key player in the sugar industry in Kenya wishes to enhance its human capital base by filling the following senior management positions with talented and qualified Kenyan citizens:-
Business Analyst / Application Support
2 Positions
Key Responsibilities
Work with user department to continuously identify changing business requirements and ensure
Marie Stopes Kenya Regional Operations Coordinator Job in Mombasa (KShs 95K - 130K)
Marie Stopes Kenya (MSK) works in partnership with Marie Stopes International (MSI) and is a marketing focused, results orientated social enterprise.
We provide efficient, effective and sustainable sexual and reproductive health services in Kenya through both a commercial and social driven approach.
Our plan is to improve and expand comprehensive sexual reproductive health care all
ICS Evaluation of Input Credit and Nafics Business Cases in Western Kenya Terms of Reference
Evaluation Terms of ReferenceInput Credit and Nafics Business CasesWestern, KenyaICS is seeking the services of a consultant to conduct an evaluation of one of its key business cases being implemented in Western Kenya: Agri-business and Nafics ltd.Background and ContextICS creates change through the promotion of social entrepreneurship and also initiating programmes that are aimed at child and
International Organization for Migration (IOM) Counter Trafficking Consultant Job in Garowe, Puntland
International Organization for Migration
Call for Proposals
Vacancy Number: SVN/IOMSO/058/2013
Functional Title: Counter Trafficking Consultant
Duty Station: Garowe, Puntland.
Duration of Assignment: six months
Closing Date: 02 September 2013
1.0 Project Description:
Under the International Organization for Migration (IOM), Capacity Building for Migration Management (CBMM)
Friday, August 23, 2013
A HERPETIC SAND CASTLE ON THE SHORELINE OF A MISDIRECTED SMILE
I've been feeling lonesome, I think.
I have this intense urge to be around human beings and talk.
Just, you know, converse about reality or something.
I'm a negative asshole with no mutual experiences to share though.
So my potential list of friends is as promising as a nun with a shaved pussy.
Even online there's only one person I talk to regularly.
He's in another country right now.
I'm just trying to not get depressed about life.
I guess.
Yesterday, I stopped to talk to some bums.
The fat one immediately ran away because he was scared of my dog.
The two remaining guys were good dudes.
One was named Shorty, from Georgia.
Fifty-something.
He was black, had a tan fedora tilted on his bald head and expected to be dead in 6 months from liver cancer.
Shorty confided that he didn't want to die on the streets, just wanted a place with a tv and bed; his own warm room.
His facial expression seemed hopeless while saying this.
The other guy, Shane, was comically covered in dirt and looked like a chimney sweep from that stupid disney movie.
He fidgeted around, singing Primus lyrics and sipped from a sprite bottle filled with vodka.
He was very proud of being from South Chicago.
A concession was made that Shane was immortal because he was disease free.
The two men seemed to have a bond.
They insulted each other repeatedly.
'Nigger' and 'cracker' was used often but there wasn't any malice in the connotation.
It felt like home.
Shane insisted he would fight Shorty.
And leaned over with both hands open at his hips while saying this.
Shorty stood up from the bus bench, took off his hat, then said, "shit! y'all better have money in ya pockets before I hit you," and feinted a jab-hook-uppercut combination at Shane.
We laughed together.
Later, when I was home, I felt this horrible emptiness inside of me.
The same feeling I get while washing dishes.
Almost as if the weight of the universe is crushing my head in a vice as a woman weeps from another room.
I have this intense urge to be around human beings and talk.
Just, you know, converse about reality or something.
I'm a negative asshole with no mutual experiences to share though.
So my potential list of friends is as promising as a nun with a shaved pussy.
Even online there's only one person I talk to regularly.
He's in another country right now.
I'm just trying to not get depressed about life.
I guess.
Yesterday, I stopped to talk to some bums.
The fat one immediately ran away because he was scared of my dog.
The two remaining guys were good dudes.
One was named Shorty, from Georgia.
Fifty-something.
He was black, had a tan fedora tilted on his bald head and expected to be dead in 6 months from liver cancer.
Shorty confided that he didn't want to die on the streets, just wanted a place with a tv and bed; his own warm room.
His facial expression seemed hopeless while saying this.
The other guy, Shane, was comically covered in dirt and looked like a chimney sweep from that stupid disney movie.
He fidgeted around, singing Primus lyrics and sipped from a sprite bottle filled with vodka.
He was very proud of being from South Chicago.
A concession was made that Shane was immortal because he was disease free.
The two men seemed to have a bond.
They insulted each other repeatedly.
'Nigger' and 'cracker' was used often but there wasn't any malice in the connotation.
It felt like home.
Shane insisted he would fight Shorty.
And leaned over with both hands open at his hips while saying this.
Shorty stood up from the bus bench, took off his hat, then said, "shit! y'all better have money in ya pockets before I hit you," and feinted a jab-hook-uppercut combination at Shane.
We laughed together.
Later, when I was home, I felt this horrible emptiness inside of me.
The same feeling I get while washing dishes.
Almost as if the weight of the universe is crushing my head in a vice as a woman weeps from another room.
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
THE COLLECTIVE FUCK STAIN OF A GENERATION OF EUNUCHS
I really liked the post titled 7 DIFFERENT SCENARIOS IN WHICH THE SAME RESULT IS ACHIEVED: on this blog.
I can't specifically link it because the blog master is an asshole who doesn't allow direct linking of posts.
I can't specifically link it because the blog master is an asshole who doesn't allow direct linking of posts.
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