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After vehemently disagreeing to let a portion of their fat salaries go to the tax man,it’s crystal clear that the political class hasn’t got the nation’s best interest at heart. As our MPs hold onto their money bags and loose their souls,ordinary Kenyans struggle to meet their basic needs.Prices of commodities that mean the world to wananchi shoot up like there are invincible forces conducting an infinite chorus of turmoil.
As the representatives that we put into power forget about us… people, the people aren’t just going to let these insults play on and on. Why should the poor pay taxes while our rich MPs bail out on us? Feeling hopeless about the matter? Don’t! There’s something you can do about it on on the Jamhuri day, Stand up for what we believe in!
Follow the link…
http://kikulacho.com/2008/11/the-white-ribbon-campaign-we-must-now-demand-our-rights/
I read a comment made on a blog post about Wahu’s victory at the first ever MTV African Music Awards(The Mamas as they’re known.) The anonymous person who left the comment said something to the effect that Nameless,Wahu and Prezzo are just copy cats of western acts. Every one is entitled to their opinion and there might be Kenyan musicians out there who are more ‘Kenyan’ or are doing more Afrocentric music but it doesn’t mean we shouldn’t appreciate artists doing western like genres.
I don’t mind Wahu,Nameless or any kenyan artist doing the western like sound.All our lives we’ve been exposed to western genres of music,what do you expect… Remember the days of jam-a-delic? I think globalisation/westernization has got everything to do with it.We’ve been bombarded with so much foreign content in the media until we think what’s western/foreign is the in thing.
I like how Wahu influenced by a foreign genre takes it, plays with it and owns it on her award winning song “Sweet Love.” I’m so proud that she won because it’s crystal clear that she put her heart and all in her music. Like the poster of that comment said (and I agree that) there’s good ‘African’ music out there, I thank God for the different genres that Kenyan artists hot or not are working on…that only means 1 thing which I believe is a good thing…Variety.
Big up Wahu 
It’s complicated…what is? Simplify it already…
It’s complicated,
When its not clear what you’re getting yourself into
It’s complicated,
when you don’t know what to expect
It’s complicated
when gravity no longer hold you onto the earth like it should
And you float easily like a balloon in the wind
What I hate about matters like this is,
I don’t know what’s the definition of this damn complication
I certainly don’t like abstract human connections,
Is there a simpler alternative to these complications?
cryptic relations are not my specialty
I like it simple,no bullshit,I don’t want to be a casualty
Fourteen unconventional models graced the catwalk at the Ranger’s club on the 13th of November for charity. The sports aces from various sports disciplines strutted in designs from leading designers Ann McCreath of Kiko Romeo, John Kaveke,Fahari bridal and boutique and also showcased trendy sports wear from nike.
The sports personalities/models included Olympic champion Wilfred Bungei,volley ball queen Janet Wanja,100 meters national record holder Tom Musinde, rugby’s leading men Benjamin Ayimba,Innocent Simiyu,Humphrey Kayange and George Mbaye. Harambee stars Austin Makacha,high jump starlet Ann Akinyi,captain of the national basketball women’s team Angela Luchivya,hockey pros Meshack Senge and Betty Tioni,Basket baller and rugby player Linda Anyango, Annastacia Njeri and Ingrid Auma of basketball were also among those transformed into catwalk kings and queens.
The sports fashion show 2008,a follow up of the premiere event of the same name held last year,was organised by sports marketing guru Martin Keino and Chris Kirwa of Double CK productions. Children from the Dagoretti Children’s home,the beneficiaries of the event gave a touching performance before the fashion show.
The sports fashion show will be an annual event and the organisers promise to make next year’s event bigger and better.
Sometimes we go through dark experiences and we feel overwhelmed by the situation… I hope you’ll relate to this…
When I was sinking fast in the waters of loneliness,
I needed a miracle,a savior to intervene
when anxiety and coldness were kicking in,
I searched desperately without,never looked within
I had a fixed and limited vision
and was blind to the lessons to be learnt from that dark experience
I was overwhelmed by the tyranny of emptiness
yet it was I who gave up my happiness,
gave away the freedom to look at things differently
and fully appreciate the surprises the journey of life brings
My soul was drained from that great depression
My heart ached for a shoulder to lean on
My world quacked,I wanted to yell it all out and I did
I wailed,screamed,broke down on paper
A burden removed,I felt as weightless as vapor
And when I went through the entry in my journal inspired by that plague
I felt a warmth all over me like the kiss of the sun
Ugly life became beautiful art,
Am glad that chapter is done
I got a call at seven o’clock in the morning and my beloved sister yelled into my ear like she was high on something.
“Baarrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! Obama for life…He won yeaaaah!”
I would have been embarrassed if she was hollering about anything else but I was proud that a son of the soil had made history. I must confess that I didn’t believe that he’d pull it off but it’s crystal clear, faith can move mountains.
His win serves as a reminder that no mission is impossible…and we shouldn’t be afraid to dream. I guess that bull set aside at Obama’s granny’s home in Kogello will be slain for a good course.
At work we sipped champagne at 11am looking forward to the limitless possibilities the future holds and the lessons that the skinny boy who became the first black president ingrained in all of us…Yes we can!
I just witnessed a revolution and am beaming with optimism that we can be all that we want to be…Let’s get unrestricted!
Happy celebrations
When going to the club, revelers look forward to a fun filled experience. Some club’s cater to a specific clientèle for example people above a certain age, lovers of a certain genre of music and the like. I tried a new club in town fashioned for the young and the young at heart. The entrance fee/damage was just 20 bob…Zain’s Club 20.
You know I’m down with Zain and they’ve definitely got game but Club 20… is synonymous with club chaos. The super congestion reminded me of the depressing traffic jams on Nairobi roads. It was hard to get through to the people I was trying to call…I dozed off a couple of times but kept at it. Before getting through, I got accustomed to the ridiculous automated responses. One message topped them all “Simu yako imepitishwa kwingine (Your call has been diverted)!!!” Is that Swahili sanifu or is it the way it’s said that sounds off?
If Club 20 was a night spot then there’d be a stampede to get past the entrance, the dance floor would be packed to capacity, inaccessible and open from 10pm to 6 am. Don’t fret revelers, if you don’t get to let loose and banjuka @ the nocturnal Club 20, Jiachilie from 6am to 6pm daily for 65 bob. It’s still a wonderful world.
Once upon a time on facebook, I was driven by the desire to have smothering numbers of friends. As the friend count shot up from adding and being added by all sorts of people, the contentment plummeted.
Most of these so called friends were just silent observers of the emptiness of my facebook existence. The spontaneity of updating my status to tell the world what’s up, transformed into a grueling act of updating the idealistic and doctored reality.
I became a slave of the routine, maintaining the front. The writings on my wall lacked the genuine concern of friends. I had umpteen friends (not by Eric Wainaina’s standards) but didn’t have any ‘friends’. Yes the numbers were impressive but the essential relationships were non existent. The curse of technology made it easy to access large ‘quantities’ of people but made it almost impossible to have quality relations. What’s the need of having a fire if you couldn’t bask in it, I wondered.
Letting these strangers into my life, these silent observers, wasn’t flattering anymore. It was a scary affair because their eyes were watching. I decided that it was better to have two friends who were the real deal than have multitudes who don’t give a damn.
In a bid to stay connected to reality I had to let go of the ghost list of people who never outgrew their virtual limitations…let go of most of the pages from the book of faces that don’t mean a thing.
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