Monday, 8 August 2011
Chritianity and the rehabilitation of offenders
Sebonomoea Rk Ramainoane
MOAFRIKA FM has this past weekend been reporting about a village chief who has been arrested for having sex with a donkey.
When commenting on the news this morning, listeners had differing views to the subject; some for - others against the act. My case here is simply that, if only Lesotho could be declared a Christian state, the right minded people would know that, these matters, which have since been legislated as criminal offences by governments, were thousands of years ago declared so by the Lord God.
One wouldn't need to go to a law school to know that it is wrong for one to opt for sex with animals. Reading the bible would be sufficient.
The difference between the statute and God's ordinance is that, to be safe from state prosecution, one only needs to keep his/her offence secret, if arrested and prosecuted, give an evidence that will convince the court. Convicing evidence does not need to be truthful since the court has no first hand knowledge of what really transpired.
Now in the case of the donkey reported here above, so much evidence will have to be provided to successfully prosecute the old chief in favour the donkey.
But, if the very same matter were to be dealt with, using the Word of God as a catalyst, the offender would be confronted with two things, an offence against God sin and an offence against the state, which is a crime.
In the case of someone acknowledging sin as against a criminal offence, it would be easier to rehabilitae him, which is the prime reason for having re-named Lesotho prisons, Correctional Service institutions.
REMEMBER Christianity is about one acknowledging his short-comings through confession to the Lord Jesus Christ and accepting forginess by faith.
Friends, I didn't mean to bother you with others would call a chapter in a university thesis for a doctorate in divinity. I only thought it would help one understand the importance of the argument on Christianity and the constitution of Lesotho. Now take a look at the following passage of scripture and judge for yourself if the argument that says a bible is an out dated book, is real, also, what Lesotho would be like under a Christian constitution. For the purposes of the old chief and a donkey matter you may wish to go straight to verse 21.
Deuteronomy 27
The Curses of Mount Ebal
1 Then Moses and the elders of Israel charged the people, saying, “Keep all the commandments which I command you today. 2 So it shall be on the day when you cross the Jordan to the land which the LORD your God gives you, that you shall set up for yourself large stones and coat them with lime 3 and write on them all the words of this law, when you cross over, so that you may enter the land which the LORD your God gives you, a land flowing with milk and honey, as the LORD, the God of your fathers, [a]promised you. 4 So it shall be when you cross the Jordan, you shall set up on Mount Ebal, these stones, [b]as I am commanding you today, and you shall coat them with lime. 5 Moreover, you shall build there an altar to the LORD your God, an altar of stones; you shall not [c]wield an iron tool on them. 6 You shall build the altar of the LORD your God of [d]uncut stones, and you shall offer on it burnt offerings to the LORD your God; 7 and you shall sacrifice peace offerings and eat there, and rejoice before the LORD your God. 8 You shall write on the [e]stones all the words of this law very distinctly.”
9 Then Moses and the Levitical priests spoke to all Israel, saying, “Be silent and listen, O Israel! This day you have become a people for the LORD your God. 10 You shall therefore [f]obey the LORD your God, and do His commandments and His statutes which I command you today.”
11 Moses also charged the people on that day, saying, 12 “When you cross the Jordan, these shall stand on Mount Gerizim to bless the people: Simeon, Levi, Judah, Issachar, Joseph, and Benjamin. 13 For the curse, these shall stand on Mount Ebal: Reuben, Gad, Asher, Zebulun, Dan, and Naphtali. 14 The Levites shall then answer and say to all the men of Israel with a loud voice,
15 ‘Cursed is the man who makes [g]an idol or a molten image, an abomination to the LORD, the work of the hands of the craftsman, and sets it up in secret.’ And all the people shall answer and say, ‘Amen.’
16 ‘Cursed is he who dishonors his father or mother.’ And all the people shall say, ‘Amen.’
17 ‘Cursed is he who moves his neighbor’s boundary mark.’ And all the people shall say, ‘Amen.’
18 ‘Cursed is he who misleads a blind person on the road.’ And all the people shall say, ‘Amen.’
19 ‘Cursed is he who distorts the justice due an alien, [h]orphan, and widow.’ And all the people shall say, ‘Amen.’
20 ‘Cursed is he who lies with his father’s wife, because he has uncovered his father’s skirt.’ And all the people shall say, ‘Amen.’
21 ‘Cursed is he who lies with any animal.’ And all the people shall say, ‘Amen.’
22 ‘Cursed is he who lies with his sister, the daughter of his father or of his mother.’ And all the people shall say, ‘Amen.’
23 ‘Cursed is he who lies with his mother-in-law.’ And all the people shall say, ‘Amen.’
24 ‘Cursed is he who strikes his neighbor in secret.’ And all the people shall say, ‘Amen.’
25 ‘Cursed is he who accepts a bribe to strike down an innocent person.’ And all the people shall say, ‘Amen.’
26 ‘Cursed is he who does not confirm the words of this law by doing them.’ And all the people shall say, ‘Amen.’
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Thursday, 4 August 2011
Russia to supply India with fighter jets
Russia to supply new MiG aircraft to India
Tags: Russian-Indian relations, aircraft, aircraft industry, Business, Commentary, Russia, World
Nehay Oleg Aug 4, 2011 16:55 Moscow Time
Photo: RIA Novosti
Russian Aircraft Corporation MiG has started assembling carrier-based MiG-29K/KUB fighter jets to fulfill a contract concluded with India. It will supply a batch of 29 aircraft.
Corporation MiG is a leading fighter jet producer in the world. It produces multi-purpose ship-borne MiG-29 aircraft with one seat or two seats. India shows great interest in these aircraft says, the general-director of the corporation, Sergei Korotkov.
“Two years ago, India requested us to demonstrate the landing of MiG-29K/KUB fighter jets on a carrier cruiser and their attacking capability under a contract signed to purchase 16 aircraft. When we fulfilled it successfully, India gave the green light to deliver them. The corporation has supplied more than half of the consignment and the fighter jets are being used in India. They have over one thousand flight hours altogether. We will supply all aircraft under the contract by the end of the year. We signed another contract with India to supply 29 fighter jets. Today, we launched assembling these aircraft and started carrying out the second stage of the contract,” Sergei Korotkov said.
The MiG-29K/KUB was originally developed under a request submitted by the Indian Defence Ministry. This is a 4 plus-plus generation fighter jet that has an advanced air frame made out of composite materials.
Journalists got an opportunity to watch how the advanced jet is being produced at its presentation. Work is going on in a huge shop to carry out three export contracts. Besides ship-borne aircraft for India, fighter jets are being assembled in the shop for the Myanmar Air Force. The corporation will supply about 20 jets to Myanmar. At the same time, some of the aircraft previously supplied to India are being modernized, says the deputy general-director of the MiG Corporation, Vladimir Barkovsky.
“At present, we are modernizing Mig-29 fighter jets supplied earlier. We delivered more than 60 such aircraft. During the first stage four aircraft are being modernized in Moscow and another two in Nizhny Novgorod. At the same time, we will deliver modernization technology to India, and the corporation will supply complete sets for assembling,” Vladimir Barkovsky said.
The MiG-29 fighter jets are also being modernized for Peru and another two countries. The corporation is examining several other contracts. The modernization of an aircraft will cost up to 30 percent of the price of a new one. During the modernization, avionics will be replaced, new radar and additional weapons will be installed and the fuel tank will be expanded. In short, this trend in cooperation is quite promising and economically expedient.
Tags: Russian-Indian relations, aircraft, aircraft industry, Business, Commentary, Russia, World
Nehay Oleg Aug 4, 2011 16:55 Moscow Time
Photo: RIA Novosti
Russian Aircraft Corporation MiG has started assembling carrier-based MiG-29K/KUB fighter jets to fulfill a contract concluded with India. It will supply a batch of 29 aircraft.
Corporation MiG is a leading fighter jet producer in the world. It produces multi-purpose ship-borne MiG-29 aircraft with one seat or two seats. India shows great interest in these aircraft says, the general-director of the corporation, Sergei Korotkov.
“Two years ago, India requested us to demonstrate the landing of MiG-29K/KUB fighter jets on a carrier cruiser and their attacking capability under a contract signed to purchase 16 aircraft. When we fulfilled it successfully, India gave the green light to deliver them. The corporation has supplied more than half of the consignment and the fighter jets are being used in India. They have over one thousand flight hours altogether. We will supply all aircraft under the contract by the end of the year. We signed another contract with India to supply 29 fighter jets. Today, we launched assembling these aircraft and started carrying out the second stage of the contract,” Sergei Korotkov said.
The MiG-29K/KUB was originally developed under a request submitted by the Indian Defence Ministry. This is a 4 plus-plus generation fighter jet that has an advanced air frame made out of composite materials.
Journalists got an opportunity to watch how the advanced jet is being produced at its presentation. Work is going on in a huge shop to carry out three export contracts. Besides ship-borne aircraft for India, fighter jets are being assembled in the shop for the Myanmar Air Force. The corporation will supply about 20 jets to Myanmar. At the same time, some of the aircraft previously supplied to India are being modernized, says the deputy general-director of the MiG Corporation, Vladimir Barkovsky.
“At present, we are modernizing Mig-29 fighter jets supplied earlier. We delivered more than 60 such aircraft. During the first stage four aircraft are being modernized in Moscow and another two in Nizhny Novgorod. At the same time, we will deliver modernization technology to India, and the corporation will supply complete sets for assembling,” Vladimir Barkovsky said.
The MiG-29 fighter jets are also being modernized for Peru and another two countries. The corporation is examining several other contracts. The modernization of an aircraft will cost up to 30 percent of the price of a new one. During the modernization, avionics will be replaced, new radar and additional weapons will be installed and the fuel tank will be expanded. In short, this trend in cooperation is quite promising and economically expedient.
Wednesday, 3 August 2011
From the desk of Dr John Haggai
Would you not agree that loneliness can threaten the personality much as gangrene can threaten the body?
In a response to my weekly e-mails, an H.I. alumna recommended that I send How to Win Over Loneliness in weekly installments. So, by special request, I will do so, beginning with this longer-than-usual first section.
Alone Together
It may surprise you to read that I’ve known a lot of loneliness in my life.
In my youth, loneliness sprang from being weak and timid. I didn't walk until I was over two, and didn’t talk until nearly three. When I did talk, I was so shy that I remember my father threatening to punish me if I didn’t come out and speak to guests in our home. Some of that shyness has hung on. Even now, if I see a group of friends standing in a hotel lobby — friends I love and respect — I find it easier to slip by unnoticed than go and talk to them.
As a child, timidity cut me off from other people. I was embarrassed by displays of emotion. As a six-year-old, when I walked into the living room to find my parents hugging each other I mumbled, “Oh, excuse me!” and retired in a hurry! If I was the one being hugged, my discomfort was worse still — in fact, my parents became so conscious of this that when it came to physical expressions of love, like kissing and embracing, they treated me with greater caution than they did my brothers, Ted and Tom.
Unaware that I was the cause of the problem, I concluded that since I received the fewest hugs I was the least-loved member of the family and must therefore have been adopted. At eight, I recall, I was spending long, lonely hours comforting myself with the thought that, if I wasn't loved, I sure was fortunate to have such a good home. Adopted I might be, but at least I wasn't out on the street.
And then, in 1932, I got some good news. My teacher in the third grade explained to us that when we were born a birth certificate was made out, giving all the relevant details about our parents, our weight, gender, name, and the time and place of birth. I was overjoyed, and rushed home to confront my mother. But my mother seemed strangely evasive.
“John Edmund,” she said, “it’s interesting you should ask about that because I have been trying to get your birth certificate. You see, the doctor who delivered you has died, and there were some irregularities in the record-keeping. But I have been working for some time on getting the certificate.”
Hope crumbled. “She’s hiding something from me,” I thought. “Now I know I’m adopted.”
I hardly listened to her as she described to me the circumstances of my birth, in the Susan Speed Davis Hospital in Louisville, Kentucky, on February 27, 1924. I wasn’t impressed that she knew the doctor’s name. I felt utterly crushed, and I went on feeling that way until, several weeks later and out of the blue, my mother remarked, “Oh, John Edmund, your birth certificate came in the mail today.” I grasped that piece of paper as though it were a stay of execution. And the next time I looked in the mirror, I noticed for the first time the similarities between myself and my parents.
The Lonely Schoolboy
But that didn’t solve the loneliness problem. At the age of 13, I was sent on a generous scholarship to Stony Brook School for Boys. Only pride prevented me from letting on how frightened I was. Many of the students came from far richer homes than mine. (The Susan Speed Davis Hospital, where I had been born, was run by the Salvation Army for the benefit of the poor.) They had fine clothes. Some even drove automobiles. I hoped my parents were going to stay through the first lunch hour, but while sitting in the Introductory Latin class, I heard the old 1930 Chevrolet grinding away down the drive in second gear.
I don’t think I’d ever been lonelier. My total cash flow was four dollars, and it had to last until Christmas. There was no possibility of buying sports gear, taking bus trips into neighboring towns, or getting tickets for athletic events. When Thanksgiving came around, I was one of the handful of students anchored at school because there was no money for the trip home.
The fact that my roommate was the son of a missionary gave me no consolation. He was five-feet-six and I was four-feet-eleven. I realize now that he was a good boy with high ideals and deep convictions, but at the time his nagging got on my nerves, and during one study time, when he got on to me about something, I ended up landing an uppercut on his jaw. That was the only way I could reach him!
I immediately felt ashamed and humiliated — most of all because I had knocked the gold cap off one of his front teeth. Of course, I offered to pay for the repair. As the son of a minister who worked sometimes at starvation wages, I was sensitive to the economic limitations of missionaries. The boy’s parents graciously agreed to my offer, and I set to work to raise the money. Fortunately I had just begun a little sideline business selling neckties. I still remember the slogan:
BE WISE
ECONOMIZE
BUY A TIE
FROM HAGGAI!
Those early years at the school were trying in many ways. I was physically weak. I had a high, grating voice. I was hopelessly shy. I bore the unmistakable imprint of my father’s Syrian extraction. And on top of everything else I was known as a preacher’s kid. To a boy my age, that spelled one word: loneliness.
One day, the school got a visit from a famous world missionary statesman, Dr. John R. Mott. The address which this 70-year-old man delivered in the chapel, on “The Temptations of Youth,” was utterly humorless. But it held every student on the edge of his seat. The whole school was spellbound. When the dean announced afterward that Dr. Mott had agreed to give counseling in 15-minute slots to as many boys as his schedule permitted him to see, there was a rush to get into the line. I would have given a lot for 15 minutes with Dr. Mott, but being small and slow I came up at the end of the line and never got to see him.
My loneliness deepened.
At last, I decided that the only way to make myself more acceptable to my peers was to get in shape physically. I took up wrestling. It didn’t go well at first. I was light, and an AAU champion in the 145-pound division managed to break my collarbone while teaching me a new hold. That put me out of commission for several weeks. But I persevered, and by the age of 15, I was doing bodybuilding, weight-lifting, and acrobatic gymnastics.
These helped me a lot. The turning point, though, came in my senior year, when I got laid up in bed for several weeks following an automobile accident. My mother gave me a book that changed the course of my life. The writer urged his readers to seek out people of outstanding achievement, to make friends with them, to learn from them and be inspired by them. The thought came to me that I had been trying to develop in a vacuum. So wrapped up had I become in my own sense of inferiority that I had neglected to take the initiative in making friends. I determined to take the writer’s advice to heart, and since that time I have always made it a habit to aggressively develop friendships.
My Deepest Loneliness
Did that put an end to loneliness? Well, not really. One of my young colleagues — in his thirties and the father of three precious children — said to me recently, “John, don’t you get terribly lonesome on your travels? When I’m away from my family for two hours, I get so lonely I can hardly stand it.”
My first response was, “Michael, the Lord has blessed me with so much hay on my fork, so much work to get done, so many deadlines to meet, that I don’t have time to think about it.”
But later, as I pondered his question, I had to confess that there have been times when I felt terribly lonely. My salvation lies in the fact that (as I said to Michael) I am usually immersed in work and service. Nonetheless, if I am honest I cannot deny that even as a Christian, and even after adopting various stratagems against it (such as making friends), I have still been afflicted with the experience of loneliness. It has been there in my constant traveling and my separation from the ones I love. Most of all it has hit me in the death of my son, Johnny, an invalid for 24 years, whose story I have told in another book.
Many times when I was traveling on the other side of the world, I would think about those awful seizures he had. I don’t know how often we had to grab him up, bundle him into a car, and race him to the hospital to get emergency medication. The horror of that experience used to play like a movie on the screen of my mind. Every time it happened a quiet terror plagued me: “What will Chris do if this happens while I’m gone?”
In fact, Chris, my wife, always coped admirably. But somehow that never relieved my own sense of pressure and loneliness. Only God knows the sickness I felt in the pit of my stomach when I had to leave the house on yet another trip. If I were prone to ulcers, my stomach would be full of them by now.
For 24 years we lived like that. I hated to be away from home. I even felt guilty that I wasn't doing for Johnny what I felt needed to be done. But I knew it would neither glorify God nor help Johnny and Chris if I abandoned my spiritual responsibilities. They freed me up to serve God, and I believe that God ministered to them in ways they may not even have realized.
My loneliness with Johnny entered a whole new phase when the Lord took him home, in 1975. Sooner or later everyone has to deal with the loneliness of bereavement. Many would say that it is the deepest kind of loneliness. I must admit I miss Johnny intensely. He was our only child, and although he needed constant attention and never managed to speak more than two intelligible words, I could not have asked for a more loving or supportive son. I found such great release in sharing with him the joys and difficulties of my ministry. I knew I could rely on him to pray for me. Not a day passes now when I do not think of him, or wish I could still share my dreams and watch his eyes light up in response to a new idea. But I can’t. He’s gone. And much of what I have learned about winning over loneliness I have learned by facing this, my own deepest loneliness.
Loneliness and You
So, I’ve been lonely. And you’ve been lonely, too. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Every human being has experienced loneliness at some time. And just as we all lead different lives, so our encounters with loneliness vary. It arises through crises, as well as through the ordinary course of daily life. No two people are lonely in quite the same way or for quite the same reason, though there are common themes in loneliness that we will be looking at.
The point I want to make here is that loneliness simply as an experience — an unpleasant feeling we don’t like — should be classified as a pain. Like every other pain, it came into the world through the fall of man. Like every other pain, it hurts us. We are not necessarily sinning against God or letting Him down if we seek relief in tears; if my background had permitted me to cry, I know that crying would sometimes have brought comfort in loneliness. Loneliness is a pain that we should not have to endure in a perfect world, and, in fact, we shall not endure it in the world to come. Most important of all, it is a pain we can conquer by using the methods which God directed me to employ in confronting loneliness, and which I am going to pass on to you in the weeks ahead.
But there is something else about loneliness that you need to know. Loneliness, per se, is not a sin. But it is a complex phenomenon, often embracing a wide range of other experiences, such as boredom, isolation, frustration, emptiness, and low self-image.
And it is dangerous — a destructive force that can easily bind the sufferer into a state of sin before he or she actually realizes it. When this happens, and loneliness is permitted to persist, to run wild and unchecked, it will destroy the lonely person and greatly harm those who are close by. For that reason, it is vital to confront loneliness; it is a progressive condition that can distort and undermine our personality, and it must be tackled promptly.
[To be continued . . .]
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In a response to my weekly e-mails, an H.I. alumna recommended that I send How to Win Over Loneliness in weekly installments. So, by special request, I will do so, beginning with this longer-than-usual first section.
Alone Together
It may surprise you to read that I’ve known a lot of loneliness in my life.
In my youth, loneliness sprang from being weak and timid. I didn't walk until I was over two, and didn’t talk until nearly three. When I did talk, I was so shy that I remember my father threatening to punish me if I didn’t come out and speak to guests in our home. Some of that shyness has hung on. Even now, if I see a group of friends standing in a hotel lobby — friends I love and respect — I find it easier to slip by unnoticed than go and talk to them.
As a child, timidity cut me off from other people. I was embarrassed by displays of emotion. As a six-year-old, when I walked into the living room to find my parents hugging each other I mumbled, “Oh, excuse me!” and retired in a hurry! If I was the one being hugged, my discomfort was worse still — in fact, my parents became so conscious of this that when it came to physical expressions of love, like kissing and embracing, they treated me with greater caution than they did my brothers, Ted and Tom.
Unaware that I was the cause of the problem, I concluded that since I received the fewest hugs I was the least-loved member of the family and must therefore have been adopted. At eight, I recall, I was spending long, lonely hours comforting myself with the thought that, if I wasn't loved, I sure was fortunate to have such a good home. Adopted I might be, but at least I wasn't out on the street.
And then, in 1932, I got some good news. My teacher in the third grade explained to us that when we were born a birth certificate was made out, giving all the relevant details about our parents, our weight, gender, name, and the time and place of birth. I was overjoyed, and rushed home to confront my mother. But my mother seemed strangely evasive.
“John Edmund,” she said, “it’s interesting you should ask about that because I have been trying to get your birth certificate. You see, the doctor who delivered you has died, and there were some irregularities in the record-keeping. But I have been working for some time on getting the certificate.”
Hope crumbled. “She’s hiding something from me,” I thought. “Now I know I’m adopted.”
I hardly listened to her as she described to me the circumstances of my birth, in the Susan Speed Davis Hospital in Louisville, Kentucky, on February 27, 1924. I wasn’t impressed that she knew the doctor’s name. I felt utterly crushed, and I went on feeling that way until, several weeks later and out of the blue, my mother remarked, “Oh, John Edmund, your birth certificate came in the mail today.” I grasped that piece of paper as though it were a stay of execution. And the next time I looked in the mirror, I noticed for the first time the similarities between myself and my parents.
The Lonely Schoolboy
But that didn’t solve the loneliness problem. At the age of 13, I was sent on a generous scholarship to Stony Brook School for Boys. Only pride prevented me from letting on how frightened I was. Many of the students came from far richer homes than mine. (The Susan Speed Davis Hospital, where I had been born, was run by the Salvation Army for the benefit of the poor.) They had fine clothes. Some even drove automobiles. I hoped my parents were going to stay through the first lunch hour, but while sitting in the Introductory Latin class, I heard the old 1930 Chevrolet grinding away down the drive in second gear.
I don’t think I’d ever been lonelier. My total cash flow was four dollars, and it had to last until Christmas. There was no possibility of buying sports gear, taking bus trips into neighboring towns, or getting tickets for athletic events. When Thanksgiving came around, I was one of the handful of students anchored at school because there was no money for the trip home.
The fact that my roommate was the son of a missionary gave me no consolation. He was five-feet-six and I was four-feet-eleven. I realize now that he was a good boy with high ideals and deep convictions, but at the time his nagging got on my nerves, and during one study time, when he got on to me about something, I ended up landing an uppercut on his jaw. That was the only way I could reach him!
I immediately felt ashamed and humiliated — most of all because I had knocked the gold cap off one of his front teeth. Of course, I offered to pay for the repair. As the son of a minister who worked sometimes at starvation wages, I was sensitive to the economic limitations of missionaries. The boy’s parents graciously agreed to my offer, and I set to work to raise the money. Fortunately I had just begun a little sideline business selling neckties. I still remember the slogan:
BE WISE
ECONOMIZE
BUY A TIE
FROM HAGGAI!
Those early years at the school were trying in many ways. I was physically weak. I had a high, grating voice. I was hopelessly shy. I bore the unmistakable imprint of my father’s Syrian extraction. And on top of everything else I was known as a preacher’s kid. To a boy my age, that spelled one word: loneliness.
One day, the school got a visit from a famous world missionary statesman, Dr. John R. Mott. The address which this 70-year-old man delivered in the chapel, on “The Temptations of Youth,” was utterly humorless. But it held every student on the edge of his seat. The whole school was spellbound. When the dean announced afterward that Dr. Mott had agreed to give counseling in 15-minute slots to as many boys as his schedule permitted him to see, there was a rush to get into the line. I would have given a lot for 15 minutes with Dr. Mott, but being small and slow I came up at the end of the line and never got to see him.
My loneliness deepened.
At last, I decided that the only way to make myself more acceptable to my peers was to get in shape physically. I took up wrestling. It didn’t go well at first. I was light, and an AAU champion in the 145-pound division managed to break my collarbone while teaching me a new hold. That put me out of commission for several weeks. But I persevered, and by the age of 15, I was doing bodybuilding, weight-lifting, and acrobatic gymnastics.
These helped me a lot. The turning point, though, came in my senior year, when I got laid up in bed for several weeks following an automobile accident. My mother gave me a book that changed the course of my life. The writer urged his readers to seek out people of outstanding achievement, to make friends with them, to learn from them and be inspired by them. The thought came to me that I had been trying to develop in a vacuum. So wrapped up had I become in my own sense of inferiority that I had neglected to take the initiative in making friends. I determined to take the writer’s advice to heart, and since that time I have always made it a habit to aggressively develop friendships.
My Deepest Loneliness
Did that put an end to loneliness? Well, not really. One of my young colleagues — in his thirties and the father of three precious children — said to me recently, “John, don’t you get terribly lonesome on your travels? When I’m away from my family for two hours, I get so lonely I can hardly stand it.”
My first response was, “Michael, the Lord has blessed me with so much hay on my fork, so much work to get done, so many deadlines to meet, that I don’t have time to think about it.”
But later, as I pondered his question, I had to confess that there have been times when I felt terribly lonely. My salvation lies in the fact that (as I said to Michael) I am usually immersed in work and service. Nonetheless, if I am honest I cannot deny that even as a Christian, and even after adopting various stratagems against it (such as making friends), I have still been afflicted with the experience of loneliness. It has been there in my constant traveling and my separation from the ones I love. Most of all it has hit me in the death of my son, Johnny, an invalid for 24 years, whose story I have told in another book.
Many times when I was traveling on the other side of the world, I would think about those awful seizures he had. I don’t know how often we had to grab him up, bundle him into a car, and race him to the hospital to get emergency medication. The horror of that experience used to play like a movie on the screen of my mind. Every time it happened a quiet terror plagued me: “What will Chris do if this happens while I’m gone?”
In fact, Chris, my wife, always coped admirably. But somehow that never relieved my own sense of pressure and loneliness. Only God knows the sickness I felt in the pit of my stomach when I had to leave the house on yet another trip. If I were prone to ulcers, my stomach would be full of them by now.
For 24 years we lived like that. I hated to be away from home. I even felt guilty that I wasn't doing for Johnny what I felt needed to be done. But I knew it would neither glorify God nor help Johnny and Chris if I abandoned my spiritual responsibilities. They freed me up to serve God, and I believe that God ministered to them in ways they may not even have realized.
My loneliness with Johnny entered a whole new phase when the Lord took him home, in 1975. Sooner or later everyone has to deal with the loneliness of bereavement. Many would say that it is the deepest kind of loneliness. I must admit I miss Johnny intensely. He was our only child, and although he needed constant attention and never managed to speak more than two intelligible words, I could not have asked for a more loving or supportive son. I found such great release in sharing with him the joys and difficulties of my ministry. I knew I could rely on him to pray for me. Not a day passes now when I do not think of him, or wish I could still share my dreams and watch his eyes light up in response to a new idea. But I can’t. He’s gone. And much of what I have learned about winning over loneliness I have learned by facing this, my own deepest loneliness.
Loneliness and You
So, I’ve been lonely. And you’ve been lonely, too. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Every human being has experienced loneliness at some time. And just as we all lead different lives, so our encounters with loneliness vary. It arises through crises, as well as through the ordinary course of daily life. No two people are lonely in quite the same way or for quite the same reason, though there are common themes in loneliness that we will be looking at.
The point I want to make here is that loneliness simply as an experience — an unpleasant feeling we don’t like — should be classified as a pain. Like every other pain, it came into the world through the fall of man. Like every other pain, it hurts us. We are not necessarily sinning against God or letting Him down if we seek relief in tears; if my background had permitted me to cry, I know that crying would sometimes have brought comfort in loneliness. Loneliness is a pain that we should not have to endure in a perfect world, and, in fact, we shall not endure it in the world to come. Most important of all, it is a pain we can conquer by using the methods which God directed me to employ in confronting loneliness, and which I am going to pass on to you in the weeks ahead.
But there is something else about loneliness that you need to know. Loneliness, per se, is not a sin. But it is a complex phenomenon, often embracing a wide range of other experiences, such as boredom, isolation, frustration, emptiness, and low self-image.
And it is dangerous — a destructive force that can easily bind the sufferer into a state of sin before he or she actually realizes it. When this happens, and loneliness is permitted to persist, to run wild and unchecked, it will destroy the lonely person and greatly harm those who are close by. For that reason, it is vital to confront loneliness; it is a progressive condition that can distort and undermine our personality, and it must be tackled promptly.
[To be continued . . .]
Copyright © 2011 John Edmund Haggai
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Monday, 1 August 2011
MRTO holds government by the horns
MRTO has taken government by the horns.
.by Sebonomoea Rk Ramainoane on Tuesday, 02 August 2011 at 08:18.Your note has been created.
Adv. Letuka Molati (31) has been explaining the interim court order regarding a case that was filed by taxis and buses operators of Maseru, that government erre by increasing fares with any public consutation as required by the statute.
The Maseru Region Transport Operators in court, argued that it is not fair and that it was ultra vires for the government to have increased the fares without any public consultation whatsoever.
Their case therefore, Molati speaking on Pro bono Publico programme this morning , said, is that government should just follow the letter of the Road Traffic Act 1981 which provides for a public consultation with all stakeholders before government could effect any changes in fares.
Further, they argued that already, when the government intends to increase electricity tarrifs, it does hold a public consultation in which the consumers, as individuals or through their organisations have an opportunity to make their subimisions. MRTO, therefore, argued in court that the principle should have been applied in their case, after it is a legal requirement.
Any transport operator who will effect the new tariffs, notwithstanding this courder, Molati said risks being prosecuted for "contempt of court."
Molati said the principle used here is called Mandamus, which has been advocated by MOAFRIKA FM since last year 2010.
The principle of mandamus allows for a peaceful way of forcing the authorities to act on the law, to avoid strikes, which in this country, may lead to destruction of properties and to unnecessary blood shed of the innocent.
It seems Molati at his age should give hope to Basotho that what was discussed on Pusong ea Sechaba ka Sechaba last Saturday: Knowledge Management Paractice, that make use of tacit knowledge and explicit knowledge is achievable. Young people should thereforerise and take their rightful place in all areas of developing their Fatherland.
Similarly, it is high time those in authority recognises the potential of lesotho youth in the planning and development of this kingdom. God bless you friends. I am off to attend a monthly meeting of chiefs in my village, Serooeng. See you in the late afternoon. I love you dearly.
.
.by Sebonomoea Rk Ramainoane on Tuesday, 02 August 2011 at 08:18.Your note has been created.
Adv. Letuka Molati (31) has been explaining the interim court order regarding a case that was filed by taxis and buses operators of Maseru, that government erre by increasing fares with any public consutation as required by the statute.
The Maseru Region Transport Operators in court, argued that it is not fair and that it was ultra vires for the government to have increased the fares without any public consultation whatsoever.
Their case therefore, Molati speaking on Pro bono Publico programme this morning , said, is that government should just follow the letter of the Road Traffic Act 1981 which provides for a public consultation with all stakeholders before government could effect any changes in fares.
Further, they argued that already, when the government intends to increase electricity tarrifs, it does hold a public consultation in which the consumers, as individuals or through their organisations have an opportunity to make their subimisions. MRTO, therefore, argued in court that the principle should have been applied in their case, after it is a legal requirement.
Any transport operator who will effect the new tariffs, notwithstanding this courder, Molati said risks being prosecuted for "contempt of court."
Molati said the principle used here is called Mandamus, which has been advocated by MOAFRIKA FM since last year 2010.
The principle of mandamus allows for a peaceful way of forcing the authorities to act on the law, to avoid strikes, which in this country, may lead to destruction of properties and to unnecessary blood shed of the innocent.
It seems Molati at his age should give hope to Basotho that what was discussed on Pusong ea Sechaba ka Sechaba last Saturday: Knowledge Management Paractice, that make use of tacit knowledge and explicit knowledge is achievable. Young people should thereforerise and take their rightful place in all areas of developing their Fatherland.
Similarly, it is high time those in authority recognises the potential of lesotho youth in the planning and development of this kingdom. God bless you friends. I am off to attend a monthly meeting of chiefs in my village, Serooeng. See you in the late afternoon. I love you dearly.
.
Ending Procrastination
Ending Procrastination by Jim Rohn
Perseverance is about as important to achievement as gasoline is to driving a car. Sure, there will be times when you feel like you're spinning your wheels, but you'll always get out of the rut with genuine perseverance. Without it, you won't even be able to start your engine.
The opposite of perseverance is procrastination. Perseverance means you never quit. Procrastination usually means you never get started, although the inability to finish something is also a form of procrastination.
Ask people why they procrastinate, and you'll often hear something like this: "I'm a perfectionist. Everything has to be just right before I can get down to work. No distractions, not too much noise, no telephone calls interrupting me and, of course, I have to be feeling well physically, too. I can't work when I have a headache." The other end of procrastination—being unable to finish—also has a perfectionist explanation: "I'm just never satisfied. I'm my own harshest critic. If all the I's aren't dotted and all the T's aren't crossed, I just can't consider that I'm done. That's just the way I am, and I'll probably never change."
Do you see what's going on here? A fault is being turned into a virtue. The perfectionist is saying that his standards are just too high for this world. This fault-into-virtue syndrome is a common defense when people are called upon to discuss their weaknesses, but, in the end, it's just a very pious kind of excuse-making. It certainly doesn't have anything to do with what's really behind procrastination.
Remember, the basis of procrastination could be fear of failure. That's what perfectionism really is, once you take a hard look at it. What's the difference whether you're afraid of being less than perfect or afraid of anything else? You're still paralyzed by fear. What's the difference whether you never start or never finish? You're still stuck. You're still going nowhere. You're still overwhelmed by whatever task is before you. You're still allowing yourself to be dominated by a negative vision of the future in which you see yourself being criticized, laughed at, punished or ridden out of town on a rail. Of course, this negative vision of the future is really a mechanism that allows you to do nothing. It's a very convenient mental tool.
I'm going to tell you how to overcome procrastination. I'm going to show you how to turn procrastination into perseverance, and if you do what I suggest, the process will be virtually painless. It involves using two very powerful principles that foster productivity and perseverance instead of passivity and procrastination.
The first principle is: Break it down.
No matter what you're trying to accomplish, whether it's writing a book, climbing a mountain or painting a house, the key to achievement is your ability to break down the task into manageable pieces and knock them off one at one time. Focus on accomplishing what's right in front of you at this moment. Ignore what's off in the distance someplace. Substitute real-time positive thinking for negative future visualization. That's the first all-important technique for bringing an end to procrastination.
Suppose I were to ask you if you could write a 400-page novel. If you're like most people, that would sound like an impossible task. But suppose I ask you a different question. Suppose I ask if you can write a page and a quarter a day for one year. Do you think you could do it? Now the task is starting to seem more manageable. We're breaking down the 400-page book into bite-size pieces. Even so, I suspect many people would still find the prospect intimidating. Do you know why? Writing a page and a quarter may not seem so bad, but you're being asked to look ahead one whole year. When people start to look that far ahead, many of them automatically go into a negative mode. So let me formulate the idea of writing a book in yet another way. Let me break it down even more.
Suppose I were to ask you: Can you fill up a page and a quarter with words, not for a year, not for a month, not even for a week, but just today? Don't look any further ahead than that. I believe most people would confidently declare that they could accomplish that. Of course, these would be the same people who feel totally incapable of writing a whole book.
If I said the same thing to those people tomorrow—if I told them, "I don't want you to look back, and I don't want you to look ahead, I just want you to fill up a page and a quarter this very day"—do you think they could do it?
One day at a time. We've all heard that phrase. That's what we're doing here. We're breaking down the time required for a major task into one-day segments, and we're breaking down the work involved in writing a 400-page book into page-and-a-quarter increments.
Keep this up for one year, and you'll write the book. Discipline yourself to look neither forward nor backward, and you can accomplish things you never thought you could possibly do. And it all begins with those three words: Break it down.
My second technique for defeating procrastination is also only three words long. The three words are: Write it down. We know how important writing is to goal-setting. The writing you'll do for beating procrastination is very similar. Instead of focusing on the future, however, you're now going to be writing about the present just as you experience it every day. Instead of describing the things you want to do or the places you want to go, you're going to describe what you actually do with your time, and you're going to keep a written record of the places you actually go.
In other words, you're going to keep a diary of your activities. And you're going to be amazed by the distractions, detours and downright wastes of time you engage in during the course of a day. All of these get in the way of achieving your goals. For many people, it's almost like they planned it that way, and maybe at some unconscious level they did. The great thing about keeping a time diary is that it brings all this out in the open. It forces you to see what you're actually doing—and what you're not doing.
The time diary doesn't have to be anything elaborate. Just buy a little spiral notebook that you can easily carry in your pocket. When you go to lunch, when you drive across town, when you go to the dry cleaners, when you spend some time shooting the breeze at the copying machine, make a quick note of the time you began the activity and the time it ends. Try to make this notation as soon as possible. If it's inconvenient to do it immediately, you can do it later. But you should make an entry in your time diary at least once every 30 minutes, and you should keep this up for at least a week.
Break it down. Write it down. These two techniques are very straightforward. But don't let that fool you: These are powerful and effective productivity techniques that allow you put an end to procrastination and help you get started achieving your goals.
When it comes to productivity, time management and beating procrastination, Brian Tracy is one of the most in-demand speakers in the world. His Doubling Your Productivity seminar can help you manage and organize your most important priorities and develop a game plan for your life that works! Click here now for complete details or to order.
Perseverance is about as important to achievement as gasoline is to driving a car. Sure, there will be times when you feel like you're spinning your wheels, but you'll always get out of the rut with genuine perseverance. Without it, you won't even be able to start your engine.
The opposite of perseverance is procrastination. Perseverance means you never quit. Procrastination usually means you never get started, although the inability to finish something is also a form of procrastination.
Ask people why they procrastinate, and you'll often hear something like this: "I'm a perfectionist. Everything has to be just right before I can get down to work. No distractions, not too much noise, no telephone calls interrupting me and, of course, I have to be feeling well physically, too. I can't work when I have a headache." The other end of procrastination—being unable to finish—also has a perfectionist explanation: "I'm just never satisfied. I'm my own harshest critic. If all the I's aren't dotted and all the T's aren't crossed, I just can't consider that I'm done. That's just the way I am, and I'll probably never change."
Do you see what's going on here? A fault is being turned into a virtue. The perfectionist is saying that his standards are just too high for this world. This fault-into-virtue syndrome is a common defense when people are called upon to discuss their weaknesses, but, in the end, it's just a very pious kind of excuse-making. It certainly doesn't have anything to do with what's really behind procrastination.
Remember, the basis of procrastination could be fear of failure. That's what perfectionism really is, once you take a hard look at it. What's the difference whether you're afraid of being less than perfect or afraid of anything else? You're still paralyzed by fear. What's the difference whether you never start or never finish? You're still stuck. You're still going nowhere. You're still overwhelmed by whatever task is before you. You're still allowing yourself to be dominated by a negative vision of the future in which you see yourself being criticized, laughed at, punished or ridden out of town on a rail. Of course, this negative vision of the future is really a mechanism that allows you to do nothing. It's a very convenient mental tool.
I'm going to tell you how to overcome procrastination. I'm going to show you how to turn procrastination into perseverance, and if you do what I suggest, the process will be virtually painless. It involves using two very powerful principles that foster productivity and perseverance instead of passivity and procrastination.
The first principle is: Break it down.
No matter what you're trying to accomplish, whether it's writing a book, climbing a mountain or painting a house, the key to achievement is your ability to break down the task into manageable pieces and knock them off one at one time. Focus on accomplishing what's right in front of you at this moment. Ignore what's off in the distance someplace. Substitute real-time positive thinking for negative future visualization. That's the first all-important technique for bringing an end to procrastination.
Suppose I were to ask you if you could write a 400-page novel. If you're like most people, that would sound like an impossible task. But suppose I ask you a different question. Suppose I ask if you can write a page and a quarter a day for one year. Do you think you could do it? Now the task is starting to seem more manageable. We're breaking down the 400-page book into bite-size pieces. Even so, I suspect many people would still find the prospect intimidating. Do you know why? Writing a page and a quarter may not seem so bad, but you're being asked to look ahead one whole year. When people start to look that far ahead, many of them automatically go into a negative mode. So let me formulate the idea of writing a book in yet another way. Let me break it down even more.
Suppose I were to ask you: Can you fill up a page and a quarter with words, not for a year, not for a month, not even for a week, but just today? Don't look any further ahead than that. I believe most people would confidently declare that they could accomplish that. Of course, these would be the same people who feel totally incapable of writing a whole book.
If I said the same thing to those people tomorrow—if I told them, "I don't want you to look back, and I don't want you to look ahead, I just want you to fill up a page and a quarter this very day"—do you think they could do it?
One day at a time. We've all heard that phrase. That's what we're doing here. We're breaking down the time required for a major task into one-day segments, and we're breaking down the work involved in writing a 400-page book into page-and-a-quarter increments.
Keep this up for one year, and you'll write the book. Discipline yourself to look neither forward nor backward, and you can accomplish things you never thought you could possibly do. And it all begins with those three words: Break it down.
My second technique for defeating procrastination is also only three words long. The three words are: Write it down. We know how important writing is to goal-setting. The writing you'll do for beating procrastination is very similar. Instead of focusing on the future, however, you're now going to be writing about the present just as you experience it every day. Instead of describing the things you want to do or the places you want to go, you're going to describe what you actually do with your time, and you're going to keep a written record of the places you actually go.
In other words, you're going to keep a diary of your activities. And you're going to be amazed by the distractions, detours and downright wastes of time you engage in during the course of a day. All of these get in the way of achieving your goals. For many people, it's almost like they planned it that way, and maybe at some unconscious level they did. The great thing about keeping a time diary is that it brings all this out in the open. It forces you to see what you're actually doing—and what you're not doing.
The time diary doesn't have to be anything elaborate. Just buy a little spiral notebook that you can easily carry in your pocket. When you go to lunch, when you drive across town, when you go to the dry cleaners, when you spend some time shooting the breeze at the copying machine, make a quick note of the time you began the activity and the time it ends. Try to make this notation as soon as possible. If it's inconvenient to do it immediately, you can do it later. But you should make an entry in your time diary at least once every 30 minutes, and you should keep this up for at least a week.
Break it down. Write it down. These two techniques are very straightforward. But don't let that fool you: These are powerful and effective productivity techniques that allow you put an end to procrastination and help you get started achieving your goals.
When it comes to productivity, time management and beating procrastination, Brian Tracy is one of the most in-demand speakers in the world. His Doubling Your Productivity seminar can help you manage and organize your most important priorities and develop a game plan for your life that works! Click here now for complete details or to order.
Knowledge management practice made easy for a Mosotho
Sehlooho: Tacit Knowledge VS Explicit Knowledge within the Context of Lesotho
Ke papiso ea lintlha tse peli:
“Tsebo /leseli le sa hlapanyetsoang (informal/Personal knowledge) khahlanong le Tsebo/leseli le hlapanyelitsoeng ka molao re ipapisitse ka tse etsahalang Lesotho ka kotloloho”.
Ntumelle ke hlalose lintlha tsena ka bo’ngoe:
Tacit Knowledge :( informal) ke thuto /Tsebo e tho’ngoeng ke Professor Micheal Polanyi (1891-1976) bukeng ea hae e ngotsoeng ka 1966 e bitsoang: “The Tacit Dimension” ore “we can know more that we can tell”. “Re ka tseba haholo seo re ka se bolelang ka molomo”. Puisanong ea hao moqebelong o mong le Ntate ‘Mokela ho ile hoa hlahella taba eo le sa e lemohang bobeling ba lona hore e bohlokoa lenaneong lena, ha Ntate ‘Mokela are: “in every person there is a potential”. Tacit knowledge ke Tsebo e ikhethang enang le libopeho tse patehileng. Motho ha a lemohe bohlale boo anang le bona bo nang le ts’usumetso le bohlokoa ho batho ba bang. Bohlale ba tlhaho bo se nang bopaki bo ngotsoeng. Re ka rehella motho ka hore ona le boiphihlelo, bohlale, maqiti le malebaleba empa ho se letho leo re ka le supang le ngotsoeng. Tacit knowledge e ka pakahatsoa ka “the Know-how”- as opposed to “the know-what” (facts), “the know why” (science) or “the know who” (Networking). E theha “ knowledge carriers”
Explicit knowledge-(Formal training) - Tsebo e hlophehileng ka molao ka tatellano, e tsoalang khokahano ea lintlha tse itseng ho bopa moelelo oa ntho tse peli ho isa ho tse ngata li hlaloseha e le ketane e bopang Tsebo ea moshoelella. Feela phapano ea teng le tacit ke moo re fumanang litaba tse ngotsoeng le tse bolokehile hantle molemong oa ho libala ka nako e telele. Lingoliloeng/libuka, li-recoto ka lipalo, moliko oa libuka, lipalo ha li hokahantsoe ha ‘moho( mathematical formulas) –li-data-base joalo joalo. Explicit knowledge is easy to communicate, store and distribute. Bohlale ba sekolo le litsi tsa thupelo ea boemo bo holimo ba thuto. Explicit e theha “Knowledge assets”. Information available 24/7. Letlotlo la Tsebo/leseli
Sehlooho sena ke motheo oa ntho e bitsoang: “The Knowledge
Management approach”. Ha ke tsebe haeba li-Company tsa Lesotho li nale “the Knowledge Management approach”.
Libuka tse ka bang hlano kaofela li ka thusa boemong bona.
Haeba u ntumella: ke arolelane le oena taba tsa Obama: tsa Mantaha oa la 13th July 2009 Republic of Ghana( Parliament): “Development depends on good governance, and that is the ingredient which has been missing in far too many Countries in Africa. That’s change which can unlock African potential through the effective combination of tacit competencies and explicit competencies, but that is the responsibility which must be met by Africans. Africa’s future is up to Africans”.
E hlophisitsoe ke Ts’olo oa Mafeteng.
Ke papiso ea lintlha tse peli:
“Tsebo /leseli le sa hlapanyetsoang (informal/Personal knowledge) khahlanong le Tsebo/leseli le hlapanyelitsoeng ka molao re ipapisitse ka tse etsahalang Lesotho ka kotloloho”.
Ntumelle ke hlalose lintlha tsena ka bo’ngoe:
Tacit Knowledge :( informal) ke thuto /Tsebo e tho’ngoeng ke Professor Micheal Polanyi (1891-1976) bukeng ea hae e ngotsoeng ka 1966 e bitsoang: “The Tacit Dimension” ore “we can know more that we can tell”. “Re ka tseba haholo seo re ka se bolelang ka molomo”. Puisanong ea hao moqebelong o mong le Ntate ‘Mokela ho ile hoa hlahella taba eo le sa e lemohang bobeling ba lona hore e bohlokoa lenaneong lena, ha Ntate ‘Mokela are: “in every person there is a potential”. Tacit knowledge ke Tsebo e ikhethang enang le libopeho tse patehileng. Motho ha a lemohe bohlale boo anang le bona bo nang le ts’usumetso le bohlokoa ho batho ba bang. Bohlale ba tlhaho bo se nang bopaki bo ngotsoeng. Re ka rehella motho ka hore ona le boiphihlelo, bohlale, maqiti le malebaleba empa ho se letho leo re ka le supang le ngotsoeng. Tacit knowledge e ka pakahatsoa ka “the Know-how”- as opposed to “the know-what” (facts), “the know why” (science) or “the know who” (Networking). E theha “ knowledge carriers”
Explicit knowledge-(Formal training) - Tsebo e hlophehileng ka molao ka tatellano, e tsoalang khokahano ea lintlha tse itseng ho bopa moelelo oa ntho tse peli ho isa ho tse ngata li hlaloseha e le ketane e bopang Tsebo ea moshoelella. Feela phapano ea teng le tacit ke moo re fumanang litaba tse ngotsoeng le tse bolokehile hantle molemong oa ho libala ka nako e telele. Lingoliloeng/libuka, li-recoto ka lipalo, moliko oa libuka, lipalo ha li hokahantsoe ha ‘moho( mathematical formulas) –li-data-base joalo joalo. Explicit knowledge is easy to communicate, store and distribute. Bohlale ba sekolo le litsi tsa thupelo ea boemo bo holimo ba thuto. Explicit e theha “Knowledge assets”. Information available 24/7. Letlotlo la Tsebo/leseli
Sehlooho sena ke motheo oa ntho e bitsoang: “The Knowledge
Management approach”. Ha ke tsebe haeba li-Company tsa Lesotho li nale “the Knowledge Management approach”.
Libuka tse ka bang hlano kaofela li ka thusa boemong bona.
Haeba u ntumella: ke arolelane le oena taba tsa Obama: tsa Mantaha oa la 13th July 2009 Republic of Ghana( Parliament): “Development depends on good governance, and that is the ingredient which has been missing in far too many Countries in Africa. That’s change which can unlock African potential through the effective combination of tacit competencies and explicit competencies, but that is the responsibility which must be met by Africans. Africa’s future is up to Africans”.
E hlophisitsoe ke Ts’olo oa Mafeteng.
Saturday, 30 July 2011
Hybrid of knowldge for Lesotho to prosper
Sebonomoea RK Ramainoane
I thank you friends for participating in today’s programme, those who posted their views a few days ago, here, are the real heroes, they give me the wisdom that was necessary for to navigate the Pusong ea sechaba ka sechaba talk-show.
I like the conclusion reached at the end of the show, that Lesotho needs to concoct her own hybrid of tacit knowledge and explicit knowledge in order to prosper and probably catch up with Botswana and Swaziland in all areas of economic development.
The intervention of Mr Tšeliso ’Mokela Principal Secretary in the Ministry of Gender, Youth, Sport and Recreation gave the programme the imputus needed to make it a real information and education channel in the area of development and empowerment.
He humbly acknowledged that Lesotho is not doing enough in the field of knowledge management. Only, 150 young intellectuals are beneficiaries to government programme aimed at equipping youth with tacit knowledge.
Models from Botswana, Germany and Japan were discussed and found to be good examples for Lesotho to copy, modify and implement. Participants, did indeed suggest models suitable for this kingdom.
President Barrack Obama is said to have advised Africans to have a hybrid of tacit competence and explicit competence in order to be competitive.
Participants said institutions such as MOAFRIKA FM which have since made a name for themselves in the area of community empowerment and development should be exempted from tax for them to be able to give more learning opportunities to young Basotho.
Keep the culture of sharing information and knowledge alive, we need more of it. Let us take this culture to whatever level, place, occasion and/or event.
God bless you. Take care of yourselves, your loved ones, the young and the elderly. I honestly love you.
I thank you friends for participating in today’s programme, those who posted their views a few days ago, here, are the real heroes, they give me the wisdom that was necessary for to navigate the Pusong ea sechaba ka sechaba talk-show.
I like the conclusion reached at the end of the show, that Lesotho needs to concoct her own hybrid of tacit knowledge and explicit knowledge in order to prosper and probably catch up with Botswana and Swaziland in all areas of economic development.
The intervention of Mr Tšeliso ’Mokela Principal Secretary in the Ministry of Gender, Youth, Sport and Recreation gave the programme the imputus needed to make it a real information and education channel in the area of development and empowerment.
He humbly acknowledged that Lesotho is not doing enough in the field of knowledge management. Only, 150 young intellectuals are beneficiaries to government programme aimed at equipping youth with tacit knowledge.
Models from Botswana, Germany and Japan were discussed and found to be good examples for Lesotho to copy, modify and implement. Participants, did indeed suggest models suitable for this kingdom.
President Barrack Obama is said to have advised Africans to have a hybrid of tacit competence and explicit competence in order to be competitive.
Participants said institutions such as MOAFRIKA FM which have since made a name for themselves in the area of community empowerment and development should be exempted from tax for them to be able to give more learning opportunities to young Basotho.
Keep the culture of sharing information and knowledge alive, we need more of it. Let us take this culture to whatever level, place, occasion and/or event.
God bless you. Take care of yourselves, your loved ones, the young and the elderly. I honestly love you.
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