chassing the wind part 1: the exciting day

well,
some months, actually several years ago, i had a dream and it stuck.
the engineer in me work up. i considered RENEWABLE energy as an option to electrical power.

many years later, like many young, vibrant, energetic and dream-full members of my generation, a small piece of shiny material hangs from my mum’s rooftop. i am always striping and connection a wire to get my basic phone or my old blackberry to charge…. i think i have come to love the test of 12VDC on my tongue …

i must say, i celebrated OCTOBER 22nd 11:37AM or there about….
we arrived at the farmhouse, my small dogie aka NASERIAN ( mad luv for her) and a pickup trailing me…. a ( kinda) diesel powered Mitsubishi L200 ( does anyone remember the days we pronounces that name as miSTUbishi?)

the tech team (www.windgenpower.com) was immediately impressed at the speeds of wind ( we counted 9Miles per Hour…. calculated to 5m/s)…. the trick is a simple divide the miles/hour by a factor of 2.2 …. long story of the calculation for another day … not Monday!

so there we were, dreaming of the the height of the tower, the max speed, the max power in WA, KVA etc etc….

OK! enough of the tech stuff.

i had always dreamed of this moment, had even e-bay, Google searched for this wind-speed meter to be spinning next to the roof of the farmhouse…..well, here i was strapping and securing the gadget to the roof….

and… BINGO…. off she went spinning freely as if dancing in the wind….as if smiling back at me.
Average-speed for the 1hr we spent there were about 8m/s ( i wonder how fast she did spin in the eve n mornings), and for the supposed 200w wind turbine, am looking at a about 160WATTs of power, 390WH/day and well this was more than i needed for my immediate load of 6lights, 3sockets, 100W in indoor gadgets, n my laptop.

so am dotting this page, certain of the obligation to put together a
part 2: the search for a wind turbine,
part 3: how much the wind costs
part 4: the experience

i dare not say stay tuned, but more like, keep your eyes open.

i hope that my experience will better your search for renewable energy, for a more independent and a more well inform decision on this and other forms of energy.

for now, spin your head in the direction of the wind… you might generate some WATTS..

*spin*
*spin*

Chasing my Butterfly … :(

best advises under an acacia tree

well,
so this day i find myself seated next to my uncle (more like had my seating-allowances hard-against-a-rock) enjoying the shelter of an acacia tree…

what was i doing? why did i start this topic?
well, my uncle has so been looking for the chance to get this topic off his lips for years… so he finally got his chance.

well, lets just say, i never like discussing my personal issues, or so i hope i always hav it all under control, and hence advises are usually an opinion that i dont have time for. i do however like the chat with my mouth-active aunties who jst see u in the form of what you are missing, “he doesnt have a wife, ” “he isnt driving” “he drinks alot” “i saw him at….”  “he has added alot of weight” “you should see him, amekonda- “   bla bla bla bla….

so the two men sat down, the younger one more talkative, and the elder, looking into the horizon, eyes, hardly blinking, but with his deep voice “umh-h”  his attention is not doubted.

shortly later, the older clears his voice, spits, and categorically gesture that its his time to speak……. i didn’t have a notebook ( i wish i had), i didnt have time to click “record” on my gadget, but i had time to listen, to ingest, and to open my heart for some uncle-son moment.

so? ofcoz he talked, and i listened, but important, is that as i drove, i redid the conversation in points, and do hope the points will be of benefit to you…. yes you…

you who doesn’t, yet wishes you had that frequent chat with an elderly,
you who doesn’t, yet wishes you had an ear to listed to the advises that flood your life,
you, who doesn’t, yet must listen, take heed, n live a better life.

so here go the points:
1. soon you will wish you started early
that we all ( in our generation) seem to want longer time to prepare, invest, save “for a better” future. well, trust my uncle’s scared life to be proof that savings evaporate, get lost, or are simply never enough.
and being prepared? well, he insists, that his best preparation is a clear consience ( which i already have), a determined heart ( that too) and a DETERMINATION (not willingness) to learn OTJ ( on-the-job) … well, i must confess, i aint yet on the job, so am not so good on the last point.

2. stop wasting time
“son, i knw u must have smitted the heart of one too many angel-girls out there… but if so far she hasnt been introduced to us, or you to her parents, you are so wasting her time.(as if i didn’t care wasting mine). that i should only invest time where my heart belongs, where i intend to belong, and most of all, ONLY IN ONE LIFE”.
Him Being a polygamist, <so was dad (RIP)> i sure know how serious he is when he warns on note stretching self to many women/wives/gals/girlfriends.

3. you are
this was hard to conceptualize, but finally i did <clap for me pls>
well, i am the son of the one Great TOIRAI, hero to many, leader to the community, and one of the names that must remain in the lips of the community for generations… that i am not waiting to become, not waiting to be introduced, or even to be circumcised into (did he just ridicule my passage??) being a man.

THAT I AM,
I am a man, and so should be.
I am a father, and so should father,
I am a husband, and so should be with wife,

but, why am i still a boy?
but, why am i still a brother?
but, why am i still a son?

4. desire to learn
“son, we are who we are, not coz i was ready, but just that i had people to advise me, to hold my hand, and to walk  with me through, life… God bless TOIRAI, ( dad, RIP) i offer myself to be available for you… atleast in the few years i still have on earth.”
<gulp>
i didn’t tear-up, i almost did, <i should have>  but i sighed to the emotion.
enough said.
well, i cant exaust all the points, or so goes a proverb, “memuti ironkena tendama nabo” <you cant east all the cake in a day> so i leave some more wisdom for another day.

Uncle,
i wasn’t, till i sat down,
i wasn’t, till i started talking,
i wasn’t, till you started talking,
now i am.

i am, coz you have inpired me.
i am, coz you have shared.
i am, coz you blessed me.
Now i will be.

I will be, the man i am suppose to be.
I will be, the father i am suppose to be.
I will be, for my future is now.
AND SO I AM.

Better Than I Used To Be by Sammy Kershaw

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I know how to hold a grudge
I can send a bridge up in smoke
and I can’t count the people I’ve let down
or the hearts I’ve broke
you ain’t gotta dig too deep if you wanna find some dirt on me
but I’m learnin’ who you’ve been ain’t who you’ve gotta be
It’s gonna be an uphill climb
but honey I won’t lie

I ain’t no angel
but I’ve been sittin’ out a few more dances with the devil
and cleanin’ up my act little by little
I’m gettin’ there
I can finally stand the man in the mirror I see
I ain’t as good as I’m gonna get
but I’m better than I used to be

I’ve pinned a lot of demons to the ground
got a lot of old habits licked
but there’s still one or two I might need you to help me kick
standin’ in the rain so long has left me with a little rust
but put some faith in me
some day you’ll see there’s a diamond under all this dust

I ain’t no angel
but I’ve been sittin’ out a few more dances with the devil
and cleanin’ up my act little by little
I’m gettin’ there
I can finally stand the man in the mirror I see
I ain’t as good as I’m gonna get
but I’m better than I used to be

I ain’t no angel
but I’ve been sittin’ out a few more dances with the devil
and cleanin’ up my act little by little
I’m gettin’ there
I can finally stand the man in the mirror I see
I ain’t as good as I’m gonna get
but I’m better than I used to be

 

There You are by Martina McBride

There you are in the early light of day
There you are in the quiet words I pray
I’ve been blessed by the simple happiness
Of the perfect love we’ve made

Every time I turn around
When I’m lost and when I’m found
Like an angel standing guard
There you are
Every time I take a breath
And when I forget to breathe
You’re watching over me
There you are
When I’m looking for the light
In the middle of the night
Searching for the brightest star
There you are

There you are in standing in a crowded room
There you are the earth and I’m the moon
My desire is to stand by the fire
That burns inside of you

Every time I turn around
When I’m lost and when I’m found
Like an angel standing guard
There you are
Every time I take a breath
And when I forget to breathe
You’re watching over me
There you are
When I’m looking for the light
In the middle of the night
Searching for the brightest star
There you are

When I’m looking for the light
In the middle of the night
Searching for the brightest star
There you are
There you are
There you are

Salty city trip

these will be the start of scripts by a salty city, the ones written with salt pellets dropping on the pages, salty ( kinda like rotten egg) fumes making me sniff n cough,

and inspired by the sight of great migrants to the far n distanced villages of shompole and kiramatian

…write pen, WRITE.
…swing fingers, SWING.

Coins in my room

so here i was, clearing up my Bedsite table, n looking at the many round-things glaring innocently at me….

they varied in size, shape, texture and value.

the coins i throw, dump, drop and forget in my room.

so i took to an exercise of counting, listing them, and seeing if they did tell something about me.

… cant wait to finnish flipping those corners that seem to always have one-more-coin!!!!

this is going to be awesome.