WORLD’S FIRST SOLAR PATHWAY

The energy generated from the road is intended to be used to power things like street lights, traffic lights and households according to the company officials. “

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By Akatu Jackson

Netherland has launched the world’s first solar bike pathway which will soon be available for use in the Netherlands. This bike pathway is a 70-meter path of solar-powered roadway connecting the Amsterdam suburbs of Krommenie and Wormerveer and it was set to open to the public on 12th, November, 2014.

The road capable of turning sunlight energy into electricity thereby turning highways into power plants. The test route developed is 230-foot-long and was developed by the company Solar Road. Solar Road is a world first and has put the Netherlands on the map as a leader in sustainable innovation. Continue reading “WORLD’S FIRST SOLAR PATHWAY”

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In Search of Peace… 

​Time seems to be in a race against itself. One day you are the cock of the walk (and I don’t mean literally) then the next you are a feather duster. Remember the days when Maths was the Science of numbers, a loaf of bread retailed at 15 bob and VoK was the only trusted news source (actually the only news source)? You don’t? Well, neither do I but all evidence points towards that. Like all good things, it all faded away. Alphabets decided to spoil the party of Maths and the economy slumped to a Trump-moral low, or so I am told.

Then there is us. We don’t quite need radio carbon dating to show us that we are aging. Soon, we will stop introducing ourselves with numbers and move on to the ‘tuko pamoja’ intro. Then comes the scary part: when our introductions will contain a certain phrase, “…and I am saved.” I am not against warriors of the cloak, or those that don the cloak but truly speaking, that has to be the scariest moment, second only to the apocalypse.   

I do not go to church. It is not a statistic I can proudly update as a facebook status but it is a statement of fact. My resume in bible study does not quite catch the eye (maybe for only the wrong reasons) but the last time I checked, the good book advocates for honesty. I am being honest. Still, I am not an atheist. It is only that I have my reasons to spend my Sunday morning listening to a gospel playlist rather than going to church. 

Church happens to be the place where all temptations get heightened. For instance, you get a back bench at the CU service and then wifi happens. Infinix is screaming for updates and you are curious to see what changes after updating. Secretly, you hope it upgrades to an iPhone. You know that with such hopes you need The Man Upstairs on your side so you concentrate on the homily. Somehow, the metallic seats feel cozy. You are woken by the lady beside you. She probably has the last natural pair of eyebrows on campus. A man has his weaknesses.

Remaining in your room with the playlist only presents one major temptation- Rebekah Dawn’s Kutembea Nawe is too slow and you haven’t really heard the last of DNCE’s Body Moves. In addition, it is in the comfort of your weekend’s patchy shorts and orange vest, or am I the only one who has those? See? My reasons to abscond the house are justified. For any neutral mind I stand a chance of reason. To most, my reasons are the best excuses since the typing error in the 2008/9 Kenyan budget. At least you have heard of that surely.

Then comes a time when you have to come out of your comfort zone. You fear that the neighbours might soon classify you in Moi’s top 10 illuminati, never mind your perennial beyond zero M-Pesa account. Also, you want to try your luck. Maybe the VC might pop in again and announce a new wifi hotspot. You like your news hot, not spicy. So, you’d rather not read it from 3-eyed witnesses (not the one you are thinking). 

You make early preparations: get loose change for the offering, download the latest version of the bible app and sleep early enough for the first service. May the two-horned slayer keep off his temptations from this guy, Freak.Continues…

Call me Freak

REALITY CHECK

Am a student engineer. Cool right? I must be so smart to pick such a profession. Madam engineer, that’s what my friends call me. My ego is on the roof. Am doing a ‘hard’ course. And if I graduate I’ll earn a lot of money. I’ll be solving your electrical and telecommunication needs. I’ll change our Kenya country and get it on the map technology wise. Am building castles in the air again! I got to stop this, it won’t do me any good anyway. Pause.

Back to reality. The 2016/2017 academic year results have just been released. It’s not that good. Where did the missing marks come from. I did my exams, I collected the papers. What carelessness?What went wrong? Maybe the marks decided to go on vacation. Maybe the marks are still in the oven. It’s baking for too long these, marks of mine, I hope they don’t get burnt. Am trying to be funny again. Am not Eric Omondi I need to stop this. Pause.

Let me be serious now. THE FOLLOWING STUDENT IS RECOMMENDED TO REPEAT :

1.AUMA LYDIA VERA –  TLE/03/15 percentage fail 30%

What did I do wrong? It must been those Five hard courses. I used to be good in maths. The best in my region. I was excellent in physics. I was undoutfully the best student in my school. I’ve never repeated before. Why now in university? I blame my bad karma. What will I do now? How will I tell my Parents? Their bright girl is repeating. Can I appeal? How do I even appeal? Why did I pick this hard profession? Am stupid? Am a failure? How will my friends and classmates see me? What will I do now? Why am I feeling hot? This heat is too much. Where is this headache coming from? Am feeling stressed. My mind is wondering off again. I need to stop this it won’t change my situation. Pause.

Let me ‘still’ my mind now. Am a student engineer! AUMA LYDIA VERA – TLE/03/15 ;THE FOLLOWING STUDENT HAS BEEN DISCONTINUED ON ACADEMIC GROUNDS!…. Discontinued? Why? How?. I totally didn’t expect it. What course will I do now? My parents will kill me. My friends will laugh at me. My classmates will degrade me. I need to see the exam coordinator. I should have cheated in the exams when I had the chance. Maybe it’s time for me to choose a profession in line with my passion. Talent, that’s is something that is in the back of my mind. I want to be an engineer, then my parents will be happy. Now that I’ve been discontinued should I pick an easy course? Am totally screwed. My life is a wreck. My A plain of 82 points has played me. I feel cheated, I’ve duped myself. Am overthinking again . I need to stop this what’s done is done. Pause.

My mind is back on track again. I’ve been approved by the Engineers board of Kenya. I didn’t get any supplementary. I passed. Am so happy. My parents will be proud. All my classmates will want to sit next to me during exams. My Mwakenya and PDFs was a sure thing. They served me right. Am a student engineer. I earned my respect. Now bow down before me. I’ll get a good job. I’ll have a big house. I’ll buy my mum a car. May God be good to me so that I may get a first class honors. Maybe even get post graduate scholarship abroad. Those people who think I’ll help them during exams should think twice, they might hate me for it but my brain is mine and mine alone. They should read more if they want to pass. They should concentrate in class. They should attend the labs. They should do their assignments. Am a clever girl. May I serve my country right. Am day dreaming again. I need to stop this I can’t tell what tomorrow holds. Pause.

REALITY CHECK :

Being a graduate doesn’t guarantee employment. First class honors doesn’t guarantee success in life. Repeating doesn’t mean you are a failure. It’s a second chance, it’s a free do over. Being discontinued doesn’t mean you are not good enough. It’s a chance to explore your passion and talent. A chance to do right by you. Even an opportunity to start that business you have been thinking of. We give a certificate way too much power over our futures.

Vera