#kungu

[jobskenyaplace]

PROPOSED CONSTRUCTION OF 2NO TOILET BLOCKS EACH 6NO DOORS FOR BOYS AND GIRLS AT KUNGU PRIMARY SCHOOL

NG-CDF MWATATE TENDER FEBRUARY 2024  INVITATION TO TENDER PROPOSED CONSTRUCTION OF 2NO TOILET BLOCKS EACH 6NO DOORS FOR BOYS AND GIRLS AT KUNGU PRIMARY SCHOOL TENDER NO .NG-CDF/MTT/KUNGU/01/2023-2024  The NG–CDF MWATATE invites sealed tenders for the above project 1. Tendering will be conducted under open county Tender using a standardized tender document. Tendering is open to all qualified and…

[jooblognews-blog]

PROPOSED CONSTRUCTION OF 2NO TOILET BLOCKS EACH 6NO DOORS FOR BOYS AND GIRLS AT KUNGU PRIMARY SCHOOL

NG-CDF MWATATE TENDER FEBRUARY 2024  INVITATION TO TENDER PROPOSED CONSTRUCTION OF 2NO TOILET BLOCKS EACH 6NO DOORS FOR BOYS AND GIRLS AT KUNGU PRIMARY SCHOOL TENDER NO .NG-CDF/MTT/KUNGU/01/2023-2024  The NG–CDF MWATATE invites sealed tenders for the above project 1. Tendering will be conducted under open county Tender using a standardized tender document. Tendering is open to all qualified and…

[farmerstrend]

Jamii Coffee’s Mission: Francis Kungu’s Journey to Understanding the Coffee Supply Chain

Francis Kungu can recall his younger days sitting with his friends at a pub across the street from a coffee farm in rural Kenya. Jamii Coffee and Elixior Coffee Founder Francis Kungu. All images courtesy of Jamii Coffee. “We used to swear that we’d never work in coffee because it was almost like a poverty trap,” Kungu said. “I think coffee has always been a part of me, but I never wanted to be in…

[muffa21]

AMALIA

Nel centro della Città Vecchia, a Riga - meno sette gradi sotto lo zero - troviamo un bar per riposarci dal freddo e riprendere fiato. Il bar si chiama Libertà. Esiste. Potete cercarlo sulle mappe, se volete: Kungu iela (il nome della via) o giù di lì.

Per pagare le poltrone e il tepore, ordiniamo due bicchierini del loro balsamo liquoroso, prodotto tipico della città, che odorano di manicomio ed hanno il sapore del metano. Beviamo, e alla radio passano - esperanto della Terra - un pezzo classico del rock anni ’80 e che ai tempi in cui il pezzo è stato scritto, qui lo si poteva ascoltare solo se qualche eroe, in odore di martirio, riusciva a passarti sottobanco la sua cassetta registrata intercettando una radio della Germania Ovest, oppure se eri uno psicopatico al soldo di altri psicopatici che ti avevano assunto nel KGB per mantenere un ordine, che nelle regole dell’universo e nelle fantasie del dio che avevano ammazzato non sarebbe mai potuto esistere. Se avevi questa attitudine per la macelleria industriale, oltre al disco di Under Pressure, ti era concesso anche un hamburger e un pacchetto di Lucky Strike per digerirlo meglio.

Le nostre mani, comunque, al bar Libertà, possono permettersi il lusso di muoversi a inseguire il mistero delle note intrecciate che colano dalla bocca di Bowie e di Mercury quando raggiungono il picco del sublime.

Poi, senza accorgercene, le mani continuano a muoversi e tutti lì dentro capiscono: siamo italiani. I gesti, però, non sono sguaiati. In tono calmo, rilassato, riflessivo, mettono delle linee e pongono degli accenti melodici sotto le nostre parole. Parole sottili, che si raccontano le brutture, le banalità e le meraviglie di un’amicizia pluridecennale.

Le nostre voci, in qualche strano modo, diventano come un caminetto acceso nel pallido pomeriggio di Riga.

E qualcuno sente freddo.

La ragazza che ci ha servito pochi minuti prima i bicchieri di Riga Balzam - un donna che in Italia avrebbe tappeti rossi stesi davanti ad ogni bettola, o casa, o raccapricciante postribolo dove il potere si mesce in carte intestate con lo stemma della Repubblica, e che qui, dove la bellezza sui visi delle donne abbonda, come se a dio fosse scappata la mano, è solo una tra le tante - questa donna di vent’anni, che De Gregori avrebbe descritto come una ragazza la cui espressione del viso somiglia alla frana di una diga, si avvicina.

Inizia con il parlare del liquore che ci ha servito. Dice che ne esiste una versione migliore, benché la ricetta non sia quella della tradizione, che ha un sapore fruttato, più aromatico, più bevibile e che ti trita il cervello allo stesso modo dell’originale. Dice anche che è quello che beve quando stacca dal lavoro.

Lei è rilassata e accogliente, e noi le chiediamo della Lettonia. Le chiediamo come mai alle undici della sera le strade diventano un deserto. E lei risponde che il motivo risiede nel fatto che qui si inizia a uscire e a far baldoria alle due di notte. Poi è lei a chiederci dell’Italia. E noi rispondiamo alla sua domanda. Finisce che passiamo due ore - mentre lei ogni tanto si allontana per lavorare - a conversare, in inglese - esperanto del potere - su Dante, la perestrojka, i russi, di come io sia diventato maggiorenne e del perché lei voglia diventare un medico e come mai, invece, io non ho voluto.

D’un tratto le sorge un dubbio. Ci fa - lei, la donna per cui gli Achei avrebbero spostato le loro navi fino alla cima del monte Olimpo per muovere guerra a Zeus in persona se solo avesse osato violarla, come aveva già fatto con Europa e Aracne - ci fa: non è che forse sono di troppo? Che magari sto violando i vostri spazi e il vostro tempo?

E mentre lo dice, arrossisce; le sue mani bianche e grandi davanti al petto come a volere farsi già lontana. E a noi pare ancora più bella, ed estranea, forestiera, straniera, in una maniera ormai irreparabile, in un mondo di ombre e panini al salmone del baltico e kvas, venduti solo per fottere i turisti. Straniera in Italia, e in Lettonia e sulla Terra e, forse, anche in cielo.

Ma il balsamo finisce.

E’ ora di pagare, ché Riga domani tramonta, e anche Am��lija - questo il suo nome - dietro agli uffici, alle maschere e ai sogni americani.

Non ero mai andato all’estero, prima d’adesso. Mi faceva paura volare, mi faceva paura il mondo. Ma, aprendo finalmente la scatola cranica del pianeta, come prima figura, ci ho trovato dentro questa Elena di Troia che invece di spargere guerre, semina i campi di domande e di risposte feconde.

[livingsecret]

ive been listening to espresso by sabrina for the past hour because of course and as soon as i took my headphones off my stupid dumb dumb brain has been repeating the same "everbody was kungu fighting" line from that one song and i cant take it anymore. like why that song and why when im trying to study😭😭

[semi-imaginary-place]

ffxiv job stuff and more msq procrastination 4.x

unlocked all the jobs and all my gatherers and crafters are at 90!

reaper mentor lady is so cool. ffxiv desperately needed women like her.

I guess warrior questline is just a romcom now. I do love the visual comedy of a row of roe dude and then tink tink tink they all go flying

so the ala mhigan royal line did survive.

widargelt need not choose between reviving the order and helping the resistance. the two aren't mutually exclusive. just like the choice of location isn't that hard. the resistance can use the old temple and you can base the new order of monks in that same temple. the real reason is probably because msq plot happens in rhalgr's reach and that would make the writers' jobs harder.

what ok we're going full royal conspiracy, I'm down. so mad king's theodric's royal purge super failed since his own son and nephew both escaped. oh this questline is going full anti-monarchy. that is a rather long way to make someone come only to make them go all the way back.

i knew monks and ala mhigo had a stong hong kong kungu fu cinema influence but we are going full bruce lee 60s hipee philosophy changing forms mixed martial arts to beats established 1 style masters.

huh this has been better than expected. i liked that all the 3 questlines have carried themes of siblinghood. 1-30 were about the two lalas, 30-50 was what happens when you have no siblings no one, 50-60 is about the cat sisters, 60-70 is about monk brotherhood.

dark knight! ah my soul crystal broke i dont think that's suppose to happen.

myste is the name for orphans. myste claims to be one and sid calls him out on it.

not more ghosts. this better not be another walking corpse.

what authority? is it me or it sid acting more wet cat like than usual.

... did we just kill a legal official? like another one? i dunno im kinda spiteful still haven't forgiven the whole falcons nest thing. then again he was abusing his power to beat a prisoner.

fray 2.0. is wol-kun have another public externalized breakdown?

couldn't we get Gallien some medical attention.

wol-kun really does have the most dramatic and public of mental breakdowns huh. slaps roof of pc this baby can fit so many people in thme

guilt masquerading as sorrow

always knew she had it in her

[raksturakstu]

klusums no manis sūcas

Klusums manā mutē

Klusums uz visām pusēm plūst.

Kā migla apņem mani un visu, kur esmu,

sūcas no manis klusums un nav savācams.

Es esmu aizietu muti,

Aizslēgtu, aizlīmētu,

Katrs mans sejas muskulis

Ir ciets kā akmens,

striķis nospriegots,

Mani pašu spiež un lauž

uz iekšu.

Un zobi kā necaurejami sargi

Nelaiž ārā ne zilbes.

Kas mani ir sasējis?

Kas piedraudējis tā būt?

Kas sasitis sejas muskuļus,

Neļauj tiem brīviem būt?

Es esmu ieslodzīta

Un netieku ārā pati no sevis,

Pati sev esmu ienaidnieks,

Šeit kaut kas

mani pašu vajā un nīst!

Psalmi 56:2-3, 6-7, 9-14 RT65[2]

Apžēlojies par mani, ak, Dievs, jo cilvēki grib mani iznīcināt! Pretinieks man uzmācas ik dienas. [3] Mani ienaidnieki nemitīgi mani vajā, jo daudz ir to, kas saceļas pret mani savā lepnībā. [6] Ik dienas viņi sagroza manus vārdus un pieķeras tiem, visi viņu nodomi pret mani ir uz ļaunu. [7] Viņi sapulcējas, uzglūn man, vēro manus soļus kā tādi, kas tīko pēc manas dzīvības. Vai tie ar tādu netaisnību lai paliktu sveikā? [9] Manas žēlabas un nebaltās dienas Tu esi saskaitījis! Manas asaras savācis Savā traukā! Jā, patiesi, vai tās nav atzīmētas Tavā grāmatā? [10] Bet reiz atkāpsies mani ienaidnieki tai dienā, kad es piesaukšu Dievu; to es zinu, ka Dievs ir ar mani. [11] Uz Dievu, kura vārdu es slavēju, uz To Kungu, kura vārdu es daudzinu, [12] uz Dievu es paļaujos un nebīstos; ko cilvēki man var darīt? [13] Tev, Dievs, es esmu parādā, ko esmu solījis; Tev es nesīšu pateicības upurus, [14] jo Tu manu dvēseli esi izglābis no nāves, manas kājas no slīdēšanas, lai es staigātu Dieva priekšā dzīvības gaismā.**https://bible.com/bible/488/psa.56.2-14.RT65*

[joyinmetanzania]

Dar es Salaad*

A world gateway and major port in the East Indian Trade Co, the food of this East African country whiffs of influence from Asia, Africa, and the the Middle East - taking fusion to a whole new level. It’s the African stew plus the curry spices multiplied by the best forms of carbs this planet has produced - chapati, toasted cumin seasoned rice (pilau), and like every African country has, it’s traditional “swallow” that you eat with your hands, lapping up the vegetables, meat, and textures on your plate. Here, it is ugali, a ground maize that’s thicker than mashed potatoes and grainier than dough. It’s coastal placement, offers daily catch food giving me the most tender octopus I have ever chewed, called pweza in kiswahili. Yummy!

Today, we went on a spice tour in western Zanzibar, tasting our way through the forested plantations. It was fascinating to learn about the herbal medicine that thrives on this land, offering ingredients for 90% of the most common medicines used in the hospital. We saw iodine weep from tree bark, menthol bark, and chewed on karafu clove that numbed our mouths. We had the most succulent pomelos, sweeter than you could ever imagine given its thick white inner skin was 50% of the massive fruit; jackfruit which was sweet, musty, and mild clearly the choice for vegan imitations of meat at the California supermarkets; starfruit, or carambola that was tart and vibrant matching its electric yellow starry look. And of course, there was Jasmine. Perfuming Jasmine flowers amongst ylang ylang used for Chanel #5 and even a strange looking flowery seed use to make lipstick.

Most journeys traveled are sedimented for me in the memories of taste that they offer, but the sensory immersion of Tanzania has been one of the best yet. When asked about my favorite places of travel, Thailand usually wins the food category. Until now. I’m excited to use and build recipes from the many (many!) spices we’re bringing home from cardimomma, the queen of spice, gorgeous nutmeg seed dripping in a natural red wax, and curry blends. My next cook book is on the tip of my tongue.


What we saw & tasted (note: spelling was my best guess)

* Carambola - star fruit, coming in 3 types from small and tart to big and sweet

* Tik trees - used to make furniture

* Kepok - soft cotton producing fruit growing high in the trees

* Aero root - used to make biscuit flour

* Karafu - clove, numbing analgesic for tooth pain, smells so good

* Star fruit B / peacock - sour!

* Iodine tree - cut the bark and the sap that leaches out is iodine a natural disinfectant we use all the time in the hospital.

* Bongo fruit for juice we tried later at Foodhani market, sour and a little sweet. So yum

* Arabica vs Rabusta coffee bean

* Pepper! Green seeds when dried make black pepper, red seeds when boiled make white pepper, also yellow pepper seeds all from one plant!

* Kungu manga - nutmeg - the porridge makes you… happy

* Ylang ylang from comorro island used to make chanel numba 5, the island also makes #0 and #20

* Jackfruit vs Dorian - one musty and mild the other pungent and sweet

* Cardimoma - queen of the spices

* Ananise - pineapple which plant grows only one pineapple a year, they use chilli powder to keep the bush babies away from eating

* Lemongrass / citronella grass - for teas and oils

* Ginger root for literally everything

* Vanilla pods - the second most expensive product of the island (second to saffron). Only the melipona bees can pollinate, which are in South America and not in Africa; each pod must be pollinated one by one by hand.

* Yummy guava.

* Cinnamon to make pilau rice from the bark.

* Menthol plant, cleared the sinuses right up

* Cassava / tapioca, we should try young leaf for spinach paste (kisambo spinach)

* Anasa, a gorgeous alien like seeded flower, the pigment used to make lipstick

* Fruits eaten: green orange (bitter), normal orange (but also green), pomelo (so sweet!), pineapple, jackfruit (first time, mild but yummy), starfruit… the soursop (sitafil) wasn’t ripe yet and mango season was back in December.

Thank you Mr Hatib!

*Authors note: the post is titled Dar es Salaad because finding a true salad here is like trying to find a snowflake in the tropics. Thanks to my partner, Phuthi, who brought my favorite trader Joe arugula salad all the way from Oakland, Ca, the craving has settled and I can carry on my tasting tour of Tanzania. Thank you Phuthi!

[babyawacs]

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[qubixo1]

Roohit Sharma Offer to Kungue DJ Shortly arrived to Miss RCB matches

The ones who started in Mumbai India Rohit Shahit Sharit Currently in the present. When you miss the last games of Mumbai via the highest crops, fans expects a strong return from Indian Overter Courser Coungeruples Benganga Mornings Banguum in Mumbai. Rohit Sharma flops against VCB as a fourth ipl 2025 The Hittman started his innings and a good shot, and beat two other and afternoon. But soon,…

[theankoletimes]

Police Officer Shoots Dead One, Injures Two During New Year's Eve Celebrations in Apac

The territorial police in Apac are investigating a tragic incident where a police officer, identified as PC Ikokole Richard Pius, shot and killed one person, Kabonesa Jesca, 30 years old, and injured two others, Apok Dorish, 28 years old, and Obok Maxwell, 23 years old, during New Year’s Eve celebrations. The incident happened around 00:30 hours at Kungu Ferry landing site in Aganga parish, Ibuje…

[roby1978]

Fortuna chi dell'est a scelto l'occidente

Parlano di sapere le loro culture parlano di sapere i loro originari guerrieri eppure in questi paesi delle dittature non sanno neanche l’origine dell ‘arti marziali piangete lacrime di forza bhe si chiama nel kungu fu mossa del piranha perché  quando divora un suo simile gli lacrimano gli occhi idioti chi si appoggia ancora hai governi oltre l’est orientale vha faranno la fine delle truppe…

[sergejbiohazardov]

Kungu. Originalais. Gaisas Alus. 5.2%

Очень горькое пиво. Но горечь не такая, как у ипы, а с сахарной сладкостью. Мне такой вкус не нравится. Не моё.

2.25

#Kungu #Originalais #GaisasAlus #beer #alcohol #sergejbiohazardovbeer #sergejbiohazardov #быстрыйобзор

[santashiv]

Eminem Made This Song For His Daughter ❤️

Miss my cookie n kungu mol

[divine-messenger]

ungus kungus

What!

[rememberthetruth]

Vai cilvēka sirdij var būt limiti tam, cik ļoti tas mīlēt Rabbi var? Tas noteikti redzams darbībās. Ja mīlestība nav tikai sajūta, bet mīlestība taču ir darbības vārds. Tā vismaz runā tauta. Tad kāpēc viens kliedz ka mīl Dievu, bet tik nepaklausīgs ir? Kas ir Dievs, kura radīti  mēs esam. Dievs ir viens, nav tam ne mātes, ne tēva, ne bērnu, ne iesākuma, ne gala. Saki, viņš ir Dievs, Viens. Dievs, absolūts. Viņš nedzemdē un nav dzimis, Un nav nekā, kas būtu līdzīgs viņam. Dievs mūs radīja no zemes māla. Lai kalpotu vien viņam vienam. Neasociētu viņu ne ar vienu citu, jo viens Viņš ir radījis debesis un zemi. Radīja mūs no spermas lāses, lai pārbaudītu, kurš paradīzes cienīgs. Tas, kurš pazīst Kungu, zina, ka nāve nav beigas. Ka kaps ir tikai guļvieta ķermenim, Un dvēsele tiek nesta uz Barzaka zemi, līdz Pestīšanas diena nāks un viņš radīs mūs no jauna, cels ķermeņus kailus no kapa augšā un mūsu rokas un kājas, acis un mēle runās, ko sadarījuši esam. Ja mēs bieži sakām, ka netaisnīga dzīve uz šīs zemes ir, tad variet būt droši, ka Dievam viss uz piefiksēts un zināms. Tajā dienā, katrs vārds tiks likts priekšā, katrs skatiens tiks atlīdzināts, katrs elpas vilciens tiks svērts. Mūsu nodomi Dievam zināmi. Mūsu Kungs un  pavēlnieks, tas pazīst mūs labāk, kā mēs paši sevi zinām. Kaut pazemības un drosmes mums pietiktu atdoties viņam. Atdoties Dievam, viņa plānam un viņa varenībai. Ceļš atpakaļ pie Dieva nav viegls, kad esam aizgājuši tik tālu, tālu prjoām. Kad likuši šo dunju (pasauli uz zemes) svarīgāku par Dievu, pie kura mums būs atgriezties. Mēs neesam nākuši uz šīs zemes, lai likumus savus radītu un dzīvotu kā mums tīk, bet mūsu vismīlošākais Dievs mums noteikumus ir radījis. Viņš mums ir skaidri noteicis, kas mums jādara uz šīs zemes, deva intelektu, lai izzinātu mūsu mērķi,  uzdevumu un galapunktu uz kuru mēs virzāmies. Tas, kas  mūs radījis, Viņš viens zina, kas mums labs un kas mums postu dara. Pakļauties Dievam. Vienam vienīgam Dievam, debesu un zemes pavēlniekam.