KICHWANGUMU

Certain proteins within our immune system hold the precise instructions needed to destroy cancerous tumours.   In a healthy body, this inherent ability is always present and always effective without the use of drugs.   However, these proteins can be rendered ineffective if cells experience uncontrolled growth though damage or mutations to DNA or if toxins through food and chemical pollution override the immune system's natural function.   Researchers from Pennsylvania State University have finally helped identify and support previous evidence which demonstrated how foods suppresses tumour development during immune surveillance, the immune system's process of patrolling the body for cancer cells.   Those who subscribe to conventional cancer treatments such as chemotherapy and radiation have little understanding of how powerful the body is at healing itself if left to its own devices with the right nutrition.   Scientists have recently ...

Maud Chifamba, middle, started her studies in accounting September 10 at the  University of Zimbabwe. Aged 14, she is the country's youngest ever  university student. Mtoto huyu ni kichwa. Kasoma Darasa La Tatu akarushwa hadi Darasa la Sita, Kisha akafaulu vizuri sana kuingia Kidato cha Kwanza, Kaka zake ni Manamba wakashindwa kumlipia ada za shule. Kutokana na bidii zake binafsi / akili za kuzaliwa, na msaada wa ada za mitihani na vitabu kutoka kwa kaka zake aliweza kusoma form1-4 kwa miaka miwili tu. Alifaulu saaana na kushindwa kulipa ada za kidato cha 5-6 akaamua kujisomea nyumbani na kupata matokeo mazuri saaana na sasa kapata scholarshipu kutoka TRA ya Zimbabwe kusoma chuo kikuu. This is amazing story...Our God is of great wonders!!  kwa story zaidi, bofya hapa .

A doctor entered the hospital in hurry after being called in for an urgent surgery. He answered the call as soon as possible, changed his clothes & went directly to the surgery block. He found the boy's father pacing in the hall waiting for the doctor. On seeing him, the dad yelled: "Why did you take all this time to come? Don't you know that my son's life is in danger? Don't U have any sense of responsibility?" The doctor smiled & said: "I am sorry, I wasn't in the hospital & I came as fast as I could after receiving the call...... And now, I wish you'd calm down so that I can do my work" "Calm down?! What if your son was in this room right now, would you calm down? If your own son dies now what will you do??" said the father angrily The doctor smiled again & replied: "I will say what Job said in the Holy Book "From dust we came & to dust we return, blessed be the name of God". Doctors...

Edward Moringe Sokoine  01.08.1938 - 12.04.1984

Sending As Received! Please be careful out there! There appears to be a serial killer in Dar. He just did it again. Shot a driver in the neck and the unfortunate driver died instantly at kinondoni, the road between mkwajuni and magomeni. He did the same thing the day before yesterday at bagamoyo road. He is said to be light skinned and drives a motorbike. Please be careful as you drive since this man will purposely cause an accident and then pulls out a gun and kills the driver of vehicle. Kindly Send this information to the ones you care for...

Died on 05th March 2013

A Dictator’s Last Laugh (Ngugi on Kenyan politics) By NGUGI WA THIONG’O,  Published in THE NY TIMES of Friday, March 15, 2013. IRVINE, Calif. I MUST have been about 10 in colonial Kenya when I saw men, women and children in a convoy of lorries being forcibly removed from their land and relocated to some dry plains they called the land of black rocks. They sang a sorrowful melody, but one that described their love and solidarity in hardship: even when they picked a morsel from the ground, they split it among themselves. It was an image that captured vividly the ideals of mutual care and collective hope in the Kenyan anticolonial resistance. In my first trip to Europe, in 1965, virtually the entire village saw me off at the airport. They said: You must return home. But much of my career has been spent in exile. My novel “Devil on the Cross” was scrawled in my mother tongue, Gikuyu, on toilet paper from a maximum-security prison in 1978. That was the last novel I wrote there....