Bujibuji Simba Nyamaume
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- Feb 4, 2009
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Be positive!......
Hey ya"ll
Aisee tuweke majungu pembeni really talk----Check it out for Ndugu January Makamba New website Mbunge wa Bumbuli.You got to know who January is in person.This dude is my role model I am going be just like him when i grow up....
This is "My story"....Don't judge the book by its cover you got to read it--right?...so i edge you to check it out without judging.
I was born on 28 January 1974 to a young, polite and beautiful nursing course trainee and a very vibrant, loud and charming local government functionary (Katibu Tarafa): Josephine and Yusuf. Few months after my birth, my father was promoted to become a District Commissioner in Tanga. After three years, my mother went for further studies and my father went to join the military for Officer Cadet course in Tanzania Military Academy in Monduli. Me and my little brother were shipped to our village Mahezangulu, Lushoto, and later to our maternal grandmother who was living alone (my mother is a sole child and my grandma was widowed early) in a village around Kyaka – now Missenyi District – about 20 kilometres between the border of Uganda and Tanzania. After a year, Idi Amin invaded Tanzania and the Ugandan army occupied areas around our village: my grandma, my brother and I became refugees in displaced persons camp in areas further back from the border. Our mother made attempts to come get us but roads were closed around Biharamulo and people were not allowed to travel to the "war zone". When the full war between Tanzania and Uganda broke out in 1978, my father, as an energetic new army lieutenant, was assigned to the frontlines – and therefore could not assist in getting us out of the refugees camp, until one day when he showed up in dirty uniforms soaked with rain commandeering an empty bus and got us permit to travel back to safe zone and reunite with our mother.
And for more about Ndugu January Makamba
check it out his website at January Makamba.com
cheers
xoxo
BM
Wee Binti,
Nakuomba tafadhali huu udaku peleka huko huko kwenye Facebook na Michuzi...:bolt:
acha fitina m2wangu kuwa positive....hata kama you hating the dude man....
Ni rangi ya macho yako tu ndio inayonifanya nikujibu...sio hako kazigua feki...
Hey ya"ll
Aisee tuweke majungu pembeni really talk----Check it out for Ndugu January Makamba New website Mbunge wa Bumbuli.You got to know who January is in person.This dude is my role model I am going be just like him when i grow up....
This is "My story"....Don't judge the book by its cover you got to read it--right?...so i edge you to check it out without judging.
I was born on 28 January 1974 to a young, polite and beautiful nursing course trainee and a very vibrant, loud and charming local government functionary (Katibu Tarafa): Josephine and Yusuf. Few months after my birth, my father was promoted to become a District Commissioner in Tanga. After three years, my mother went for further studies and my father went to join the military for Officer Cadet course in Tanzania Military Academy in Monduli. Me and my little brother were shipped to our village Mahezangulu, Lushoto, and later to our maternal grandmother who was living alone (my mother is a sole child and my grandma was widowed early) in a village around Kyaka – now Missenyi District – about 20 kilometres between the border of Uganda and Tanzania. After a year, Idi Amin invaded Tanzania and the Ugandan army occupied areas around our village: my grandma, my brother and I became refugees in displaced persons camp in areas further back from the border. Our mother made attempts to come get us but roads were closed around Biharamulo and people were not allowed to travel to the "war zone". When the full war between Tanzania and Uganda broke out in 1978, my father, as an energetic new army lieutenant, was assigned to the frontlines – and therefore could not assist in getting us out of the refugees camp, until one day when he showed up in dirty uniforms soaked with rain commandeering an empty bus and got us permit to travel back to safe zone and reunite with our mother.
continue reading "My story" about Ndugu Makamba here January Makamba.com
cheers
xoxo
BM
Holy crap!
Jamani nimeitembelea hii website ya mbunge wa Bumbuli,
Kilichonistaajabisha ni lugha yake aliyoitumia kuwasiliana na wananchi wake.
Siku hizi unaweza kuperuzi intaneti hata kwenye simu ya kiganjani.
mbunge wa bumbuli anaongea na watu wake kwa lugha ya Kiingereza,
sijui ni wananchi wake wangapi wanaielewa kwa ufasaha lugha hiyo?
mi nadhani tovuti hiyo ingekuwa ya lugha mbili Kiswahili na Kiingereza ingefaa zaidi.
Aibadilishe ili iweze kukidhi mahitaji ya wananchi wa Bumbuli wenye kiu ya kujua mipango ya kila siku ya mbunge wao kupitia mtandao wa intaneti.
January Makamba.com
Hey ya"ll
Aisee tuweke majungu pembeni really talk----Check it out for Ndugu January Makamba New website Mbunge wa Bumbuli.You got to know who January is in person.This dude is my role model I am going be just like him when i grow up....
This is "My story"....Don't judge the book by its cover you got to read it--right?...so i edge you to check it out without judging.
I was born on 28 January 1974 to a young, polite and beautiful nursing course trainee and a very vibrant, loud and charming local government functionary (Katibu Tarafa): Josephine and Yusuf. Few months after my birth, my father was promoted to become a District Commissioner in Tanga. After three years, my mother went for further studies and my father went to join the military for Officer Cadet course in Tanzania Military Academy in Monduli. Me and my little brother were shipped to our village Mahezangulu, Lushoto, and later to our maternal grandmother who was living alone (my mother is a sole child and my grandma was widowed early) in a village around Kyaka – now Missenyi District – about 20 kilometres between the border of Uganda and Tanzania. After a year, Idi Amin invaded Tanzania and the Ugandan army occupied areas around our village: my grandma, my brother and I became refugees in displaced persons camp in areas further back from the border. Our mother made attempts to come get us but roads were closed around Biharamulo and people were not allowed to travel to the "war zone". When the full war between Tanzania and Uganda broke out in 1978, my father, as an energetic new army lieutenant, was assigned to the frontlines – and therefore could not assist in getting us out of the refugees camp, until one day when he showed up in dirty uniforms soaked with rain commandeering an empty bus and got us permit to travel back to safe zone and reunite with our mother.
continue reading "My story" about Ndugu Makamba here January Makamba.com
cheers
xoxo
BM