you do not till a land by turning it over inside your head

the title is an irish proverb, am never good at giving advice so i will let you dear reader mull over it yourself.....come to think of it the irish have a delightful way of expressing themselves...like this classic...

May the enemies of Ireland never eat bread nor drink whiskey,
but be afflicted with itching without the benefit of scratching

or better still..

Here's to our wives and girlfriends:
May they never meet!

and if i ever met an irish man who could bless me like this...well..

May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields and,
Until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

this one now is a real comforter...

May you have warm words on a cold evening, a full moon on a dark night,
and the road downhill all the way to your door.

inasmuch as they say English is from Britain, the Irish are truly the ones who possess its mastery....i attended a high school headed by an irish master and irish teachers....and from them i learnt interesting facts like...

• there are 30 million irish people in America and only 3 million in Ireland, so if you want to see Ireland you better head to the USA
• The Irish have always hated Britons and thereby encourage each other to procreate so that they can overpopulate Britain and conquer it....my logic was lost somewhere amidst all that Irishness
• it rains constantly ....almost 24 hours..in Ireland...so it is such a relief to be in Kenya
• there are no snakes nor serpents...Saint Patrick..their patron saint chased them away by thumping a stick on top of a hill and they all decided to drown themselves in the sea. ..please try this noble solution if you have snakes in your backyard..just make sure there is a puddle nearby for them to suffocate in
• The is a nasty term known as an irish temper..and irish women have a thing for beating up their husbands if they come home drunk
• there is nothing more miserable than a miserable irish childhood..an irish man wrote that and earned a pulitzer..incidentally, he is american...

all in all, i miss my former irish teachers...bro Ambrose...who emigrated to Papua New Guinea..talk about irish intrepidness...colm o'connell...who mastered the kalenjin language better than me ....and of course Mark Lawler.......who told us to pack our underwears whenever going for a school trip...

and if you love a little pint of history, there was an irish lady in colonial kenya who used to whip railway workers because all the other guys were to shy to do it..thank goodness colonialism is over..