From News Desk
Masinde Muliro University of Science and Technology and University of Eldoret, are set to hold its annual student elections tomorrow.
New leaders for MMUSO(mmust) and UESO(uoe) are likely to be known by tomorrow's midnight.
Meanwhile, MUSO chair, Mr. Dhogana, has broken silence on the impending elections. He says he is willing to dissolve the current office come next semester.
"Am going dissolve so long as there is an amicable solution on the matter," he said earlier on. He now wants students and SGC to deliberate on how and when the elections should be held.
"Am opposed to two holding elections as suggested in some querters since there is likelihood of instability, " Mr. Doghana. But he was quick to say that he will respect decision made by students.
The MUSO leader now wants students to give views on how to strengthen the union. Already, he urges student fratenity to visit his office so that they know how to improve on the exercise.
"I will need at least 20-30 bona fide members after 15th of this month to discuss with the current SGC," The senior student concluded.
Currently, the Students Governing Council is made up of 10 elected office bearers. The posts are: Chair, Sec Gen,Vice chair, Finance, Catering, Security and Accommodation, Sports and Games, Health, Academics and Asst. Sec Gen.
However, the post of MUSO's Editor-in-Chief remains vacant, after the controversial cancellation of appointment of a nominee.
Thursday, April 4, 2013
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
DON’T TELL ME WORDS DON’T MATTER
By Governor Joel Evans
Words are so powerful, so much so that they can uplift you from shame to fame and can also bring you down from fame to shame. The best weapon to deal with human nature is words. Comrades have been slaves for so long that they think the state of their slavery in itself is their freedom, but what we are yet to realize is that we need “words” to re-inspire, re-invigorate and re-orient us afresh in order to make us view our day-to-day campus challenges from another perspective.
Words bring hope. Words will make us take up what everyone has given up. Comrades have not failed, they have just gotten another opportunity to begin again more intelligently. Hope is when awareness is made by use of words as the stepping stone to realization. Hope is not sitting down and waiting for change to jet in like manna from heaven, but it is the manipulation of words to engrave vision, vision to enhance focus and focus to ferry all comrades to their desired destiny. That’s what hope is. Don’t tell me words don’t matter!
That a spirit of unity needs to be infused amongst all comrades to eradicate artificial barriers that wreck havoc and cause mayhem in both social and academic spheres, makes no sense to you? Are these just meaningless words?
That every comrade is required to honour financial obligations to the Moi University Students Organization (MUSO) by paying membership fees yet their expectations as students are not met, is nothing but a collection of senseless words? Just words? Just speeches? Don’t tell me words don’t matter!
When comrades residing in the diaspora feel neglected and divorced and persist on frequent treatment of water which they consume and fetch from boreholes, just words? Words with no substance? Words which fail to agitate that sense of humility in you? Don’t tell me words don’t matter!
We couldn’t be where we are today as campus students without the influence of words. Words made us study hard to join a “university with a difference”. Words kept us going; words made us overcome many temptations. We were given protection, health care, basic education and hope in form of words. Words have been the origin of all generational change in the universe. Today, do we mean that we shall contradict this notion and conclude that words don’t matter?
However, I am aware that words cannot bring change and I also know how difficult it is to bring change, for if it was easy then change would have been achieved long ago. But fellow comrades I am also aware that no significant change has ever occurred in human history without the critical role played by words. So next time we meet please don’t tell me words don’t matter…
Words are so powerful, so much so that they can uplift you from shame to fame and can also bring you down from fame to shame. The best weapon to deal with human nature is words. Comrades have been slaves for so long that they think the state of their slavery in itself is their freedom, but what we are yet to realize is that we need “words” to re-inspire, re-invigorate and re-orient us afresh in order to make us view our day-to-day campus challenges from another perspective.
Words bring hope. Words will make us take up what everyone has given up. Comrades have not failed, they have just gotten another opportunity to begin again more intelligently. Hope is when awareness is made by use of words as the stepping stone to realization. Hope is not sitting down and waiting for change to jet in like manna from heaven, but it is the manipulation of words to engrave vision, vision to enhance focus and focus to ferry all comrades to their desired destiny. That’s what hope is. Don’t tell me words don’t matter!
That a spirit of unity needs to be infused amongst all comrades to eradicate artificial barriers that wreck havoc and cause mayhem in both social and academic spheres, makes no sense to you? Are these just meaningless words?
That every comrade is required to honour financial obligations to the Moi University Students Organization (MUSO) by paying membership fees yet their expectations as students are not met, is nothing but a collection of senseless words? Just words? Just speeches? Don’t tell me words don’t matter!
When comrades residing in the diaspora feel neglected and divorced and persist on frequent treatment of water which they consume and fetch from boreholes, just words? Words with no substance? Words which fail to agitate that sense of humility in you? Don’t tell me words don’t matter!
We couldn’t be where we are today as campus students without the influence of words. Words made us study hard to join a “university with a difference”. Words kept us going; words made us overcome many temptations. We were given protection, health care, basic education and hope in form of words. Words have been the origin of all generational change in the universe. Today, do we mean that we shall contradict this notion and conclude that words don’t matter?
However, I am aware that words cannot bring change and I also know how difficult it is to bring change, for if it was easy then change would have been achieved long ago. But fellow comrades I am also aware that no significant change has ever occurred in human history without the critical role played by words. So next time we meet please don’t tell me words don’t matter…
Monday, April 1, 2013
VERDICT
By Wesonga Quintas
I have come up with a unanimous decision of both my heart and mind after the court’s decision on the election petition. I have decided as follows:
1) As to whether I can trust IEBC to conduct a free, fair and credible election where some people are involved, any such imagination has been dismissed.
2) Pertaining the ability of the Attorney General Githu Muigai to perform his roles with impartiality and especially acting as amicus curiae in an election petition where his kinsman is involved, such though will be termed as concurrent with inconsistent reasoning.
3) As to whether to take part in elections in future, the following is ordered: I will only elect where my voice can be heard i.e. the 5 other positions, especially for County Rep and Governor. For presidential election, the role will be delegated to the people of Central & Rift Valley because my voice will never be heard. It is so ordered.
4) Determination as to the extent to which Kenyans can attain justice in Kenyan courts, such thoughts as consolidated stand dismissed.
5) Judgement as to whether there can be confidence in the Supreme Court’s independence, such ruling as sought will be determined after the court issues the reasons as to why they ruled so.
It is also my decision that I will only trust my effort towards events where my input is necessary. Where no hand is sought or where it is sought but decision has already been made, such an input shall not be granted. It is so ordered.
I have come up with a unanimous decision of both my heart and mind after the court’s decision on the election petition. I have decided as follows:
1) As to whether I can trust IEBC to conduct a free, fair and credible election where some people are involved, any such imagination has been dismissed.
2) Pertaining the ability of the Attorney General Githu Muigai to perform his roles with impartiality and especially acting as amicus curiae in an election petition where his kinsman is involved, such though will be termed as concurrent with inconsistent reasoning.
3) As to whether to take part in elections in future, the following is ordered: I will only elect where my voice can be heard i.e. the 5 other positions, especially for County Rep and Governor. For presidential election, the role will be delegated to the people of Central & Rift Valley because my voice will never be heard. It is so ordered.
4) Determination as to the extent to which Kenyans can attain justice in Kenyan courts, such thoughts as consolidated stand dismissed.
5) Judgement as to whether there can be confidence in the Supreme Court’s independence, such ruling as sought will be determined after the court issues the reasons as to why they ruled so.
It is also my decision that I will only trust my effort towards events where my input is necessary. Where no hand is sought or where it is sought but decision has already been made, such an input shall not be granted. It is so ordered.
Friday, March 29, 2013
I WON’T COMPLAIN
By Lau Lawi
I won’t complain if they don’t hold MUSO elections this academic year. I won’t be a mule over the issue of the current SGC remaining in office till July. Furthermore Mr. Dida said that all politicians are the same. No matter how sweet-talking they may be.
The current SGC may be having the most eloquent orators ever to grace the SGC offices since I joined this University with a defect, sorry, I meant a difference. I like the way they represent our issues on Facebook and social sites rather than presenting them before the senate. I just remember the hopes we had in them; hopes of delivering us to the “studental Caanan”. I remember that we were to see changes when ‘the noise goes down’. Up to now the noise is still high I presume.
Their promise of putting up a swimming pool is still a mirage. Currently I have to do with what is available: Kesses Dam and puddles of rain water as I circumvent the muddy road to my Diaspora residence. As I walk I just curse at JAB for the double intake. They didn’t bring any real difference for my university has to send me home for long holidays equivalent to the years I could have stayed at home and waited for the ‘normal’ admission.
Changes in the academic sector are yet to be actuated. I have to move up and down the academic offices armed with my signed exam card looking for missing marks. I thought the Academics director said that will be a thing of the past by the end of his tenure. I still have missing marks in my third year transcript and I just have three months before they tell me to sign out of my cockroach infested room. Who will come to my rescue?
Yes, yes, yes. I won’t complain. All in all I will be disappointed not to see another crop of Moi University Shop Owners in office. I will be disappointed not to hear another set of lies in the form of promises. I will be disappointed not to attend another cross-fire where secrets are revealed and tyranny of communal numbers applies.
I won’t complain but I will be disappointed. Still I have three months of hoping and waiting.
The current SGC may be having the most eloquent orators ever to grace the SGC offices since I joined this University with a defect, sorry, I meant a difference. I like the way they represent our issues on Facebook and social sites rather than presenting them before the senate. I just remember the hopes we had in them; hopes of delivering us to the “studental Caanan”. I remember that we were to see changes when ‘the noise goes down’. Up to now the noise is still high I presume.
Their promise of putting up a swimming pool is still a mirage. Currently I have to do with what is available: Kesses Dam and puddles of rain water as I circumvent the muddy road to my Diaspora residence. As I walk I just curse at JAB for the double intake. They didn’t bring any real difference for my university has to send me home for long holidays equivalent to the years I could have stayed at home and waited for the ‘normal’ admission.
Changes in the academic sector are yet to be actuated. I have to move up and down the academic offices armed with my signed exam card looking for missing marks. I thought the Academics director said that will be a thing of the past by the end of his tenure. I still have missing marks in my third year transcript and I just have three months before they tell me to sign out of my cockroach infested room. Who will come to my rescue?
Yes, yes, yes. I won’t complain. All in all I will be disappointed not to see another crop of Moi University Shop Owners in office. I will be disappointed not to hear another set of lies in the form of promises. I will be disappointed not to attend another cross-fire where secrets are revealed and tyranny of communal numbers applies.
I won’t complain but I will be disappointed. Still I have three months of hoping and waiting.
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