I woke up today feeling hopeful, happy even. That was until I stepped out of my room and tripped on Jake, my roommate’s shoes. What are those old things doing here, I wonder? I don’t take one more step before I bump into my roommate and his unconventional sauce drenched French fries breakfast. There’s only so much I can do. We’re related by blood, so I give him a three-second long disapproving look as he apologized for staining my pajamas and then I moved on.
The only reason I put up with him aside from being related to him is because he cooks like a professional chef and sews like a high fashion designer – no, he’s not gay. If we weren’t related, I might have considered marrying him. Any aspiring performer could do with a designer in their own house; so as annoying as I find him, I consider myself lucky to have him.
This past weekend, I played at a show in Nairobi. The turnout was…well let’s just say there were a bunch of bands playing for other bands. But one thing rocked though, the costumes and the makeup were awe-inspiring. The morning of the show, I had trouble deciding what I would wear. I laid out a number of t-shirts and jeans on my bed and decided to take a walk, hoping it would help me gain some clarity of mind. The smoky Nairobi air does that sometimes; help you gain clarity.
Two hours later, I’m walking into the house and there’s the sound of slashing and tearing. I run through the hall to my room where the sound is coming from and what do I find? Jake holding pieces of the once whole t-shirts, trying to fit one rag to another. I’m about to curse my head off until I see one of my shirts, now sleeveless, rippled with what looks like patches of white, green and denim material. The work of a master artist, I think to myself. He notices me and immediately holds up the nearly finished product confident that I shall be impressed.
I am. Impressed and utterly confused because one, Jake is an accountant by profession and two, naturally, or by virtue of growing up rich turned out to be an unfathomably lazy adult. I can hardly get him to take a shower on a normal day, and then he goes and does this; transforms a perfectly mundane outfit into a glorious award winning wear-only-once kind of garment. It was hard work and painful, judging by the bloodstains on the white parts of the new shirt. He even frayed one of my pairs of jeans to make them look a little trashy for stage. Not only that, he also ‘super-glued’ one of my boots’ gaping soles and all in two hours. Of course, the audience (other bands) loved it.
Later that evening, he came home early from a date so he could moose my hair into a punk-rock Mohawk and transform my face into vampire like shades and shadows before the show. Sometimes he will do absolutely nothing at all, even on his days off or when he’s in between jobs and I have to support him for more than three months. Sometimes he’ll say annoying things that make me want to throw him out of my house.
Sometimes he’ll eat a week’s worth of food in one day. Sometimes he’ll use money intended to clear the electricity bill to buy himself a completely useless secondhand gadget. Sometimes he’ll complain about (how dirty his room is) things that he can fix himself. But then sometimes, he goes and cooks me a meal like he knew I would come home really hungry, or he’ll do my laundry or clear all the bills himself. For that the fire in the pit of my stomach dies out and I can live another day with him in my house forgiving him for every time he raised my blood pressure.
Heck, if he does turn out to be gay, I’ll eventually forgive him, and I won’t even be surprised.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Rock in Kenya
Rock in Kenya
By
You’d think it was something out of a vampire movie set in the middle ages. The black clothes, the white and black facial make up, the silver chains, crosses, studs and rings, spiked arm guards and wrist bands; the marks of a rocker. Though slow, a revolution that’s happening and Kenyan Rock is today what European and American Rock were in the 70’s; unacceptable, deplorable, evil, a bad influence even.
The Rock Culture, in spite of its perception is gradually creeping into the Kenyan music scene.
A monthly Rock event dabbed the Battle of the Bands is held every first Sunday at the Rezorus Bar and Restaurant. It was started exactly one year ago in March by Mukasa Namulanda (Music to Overdrive - M2O) and provides a platform where bands can showcase their talent and compete against each other. Keeping the Battles going month after month are the fans that turn out to cheer their favourites. On Thursdays, the Daas Ethiopian Restaurant (Westlands), hosts a number of rock bands. So far the Go down centre has hosted two rock events, between 2007 and 2008.
To bring every band from every subgenre of Rock and their fans together, a widely attended, yearly shin dig, Rocktober Fest is held at the Carnivore. This is where the crazy meets the crazier as fans mosh (dance in a crazed manner) on the mosh pit (dance floor) to their favourite local bands.
Performing bands at any of those venues have included LYT, Narcissistic Tendencies with Delusions of Grandeur (NTWDOG- Punk Rockers), The Espionage, Awakening, Murfy’s Flaw, M2O, Seismic, Iscariot’s Smile (a side project of LYT), Groove Hogs, Ueta and Rock of Ages, and are all Kenyan.
Just one listen will reveal the amount of preparation that has gone into their performances. Another impressive aspect is the fact that many of the bands perform their own music and only a few covers of better known international bands. If you seek the Kenyan Rockers Living the Rock lifestyle, then Rocktober Fest is the place to be. It is where Rock Culture meets Kenyan Culture and the clash is evident.
John “Tazz” Matasa is a regular at rock concerts all over Nairobi. His Goth-like creations range from silver rings, wrist bands and arm guards to bracelets, necklaces, chains, belts, leather jackets and trousers. His is to provide the rockers with attire for the occasion. He owns a shop on 20th Century Building's fir where all the rock paraphernalia can be found. They do not disappoint.
Those who just love the Rock music but don’t want to mix in that culture, go to places like Choices Club, or others with such theme nights as Rock Night.
In spite of the positivity that Kenyan Rockers exude when they speak of their music, the Rock Culture has been dogged by allegations of negative influence to the youth, some causing suicide, murder and other acts of violence. Rock music has been for years labeled “the Devil’s Music”.
In 1993, Norwegian Kristian Varg Vikernes, a Goth Rock guitar player in the band Mayhem (among many other bands) was charged with murder and Arson. He not only claimed responsibility for burning four churches in Bergen, Norway, but also openly castigated Christians for being pretentious hypocrites and even more openly endorsed Satanism. In an interview for the documentary Head banger’s Journey, he said:
“Satanism represents freedom, that’s why we are burning down churches because Christians are against us.” Vikernes was sentenced to 21 years in prison where the interview was held. He was however released on parole in March of 2009, after serving 16 years in prison.
The situation in Kenya is very different. The slow acceptance of Rock’s genres and sub genres in Kenya has discouraged many musicians from playing their music in public because of the negativity their music is received with. Bands like Last Year’s Tragedy (LYT) however are fighting to change the perception of the heavier more grungy and metallic sounding genres of rock. Ruto Kipkulei a 25 year old classically trained pianist plays Keyboards for LYT. He clarifies what Rock and the Rock Culture and lifestyle in Kenya represent.
“The Rock lifestyle in Kenya as we speak is simply the love of rock music and all its sub genres,” he says. “The claims made about rockers drinking blood and sheep brain, having sex orgies or sniffing and smoking illegal stimulants at Goth parties is absolute nonsense. Kawaida (normal) parties are more likely to have that kind of thing going on than rock parties are.”
He adds that most Kenyan rockers are actually educated, Christian or other religion and would not blindly subject themselves to unnecessary suffering or practice such potentially self destructive behaviour. Kenyans, he asserts, are working towards making their lives better, not worse.
So advanced is the Rock culture in Kenya that they have a website of their own. Once logged onto www.rock.co.ke the discussions include the plan to have a party at the Nyayo Stadium war cemetery! Some say the party must start at midnight sharp; drinks will be blood and sheep brain!
“The chat conversations on the site cannot be taken as gospel truth. Exaggeration happens in every chat room,” says Ruto (LYT).
Rock culture is without doubt here. That which we read about in books, newspapers or even watch on TV is now largely practiced by our Kenyan youth. Started by college students and supported by the young but working class adults. Just as the splash on www.rock.co.ke reads, rock is not just music, it’s a Lifestyle. But are there people who actually live this lifestyle? A lifestyle that many books, documentaries and newspapers have associated with Satanism, death, drug abuse, sex orgies and bloody scenes?
Asked about Goth and the Gothic Lifestyle Shiv Mandavia, a metal head, is quick to explain that Kenyans are yet to fully understand what Goth is. “Most young guys now like to say that they are Goths because they think it sounds cool,” he says. “Kenyan rock lovers have not got to the point where they would do stupid things like burn churches or have orgies just for the heck of it and I don’t believe they will because we are an intelligent people”. The same, he says applies to the extreme make up that many rock fans and performers will wear but only during gigs.
Gothic Rock, considered the darkest of Rock’s subgenres is yet to make its mark in the Kenyan Rock scene. The Ancient Goths who originated from Germany seem to have had some influence on the kind of Gothic Black Metal genre that emerged in the early 80s with bands like Black Sabbath and Iron Maiden. Goths like Varg Vikernes, who was wholly against Christianity, share a lot with the original Goths who were mostly considered either Satanists of Atheists. Goth Rock is characterized by lyrically disturbing and depressing outbursts, harmonic chants, growls against a backing of heavy melodic metal sounding guitars, drums and keyboards and the organ.
Bleed (Martin Kirui) is a die-hard metal head who says that the Kenyan Goth community though minute, does exist. “Goths acknowledge a deep sense of death and the acceptance of it as a normal happening, and that there’s beauty in death as there is in life. They wear black clothes and dark mascara to that effect and to show that they’re not afraid of death.” Bleed who in spite of his name says that he is a deeply spiritual man who sanctifies the life within him. He listens to Goth and appreciates them but is a die-hard metal head (lover of rock metal and it’s subgenres like Viking Metal, Black Metal, Screamo, Emo, Speed and Melodic Metal).
Any Kenyan Rock band will have a list of bands that influence their music. Names like Demon Hunter, Slipknot, Killswitch Engage, Rage Against the Machine, Destroy the Runner, Amon Amarth, Daylight Dies pop up. While that may send shivers up your spine, a little research reveals that Demon Hunter is actually a Christian Heavy Metal band, spreading the Gospel through their grungy sounding guitar riffs and deep guttural vocals. Anyone hearing this kind of music for the first time would quickly dismiss it as ‘devilish’ music. But that is not necessarily so.
“These kinds of negative and misinformed perceptions are what we are trying to correct because we the Rockers know that we are Christians. Rock is such a spiritual kind of music because you really become one with your instrument as your making music,” says Ruto.
“I don’t think Kenyans, because of our bringing up, are capable of going bloody in the name of rock,” says Njeri.
Psychology experts say that most of the rockers who go to the extent of doing extremely dangerous things in the name of rock, are those youngsters who always want to rebel in their homes.
“All they want to do is to go against their parents, either because they have gone through a difficult past with restrictive parents, or they are in the process. They are willing to show rebellion and they feel that rock music will give them the freedom they are looking for,” says Mercy Kemboi, a youth counselor in Nairobi.
While what Kemboi says may be true, the Rock genre cannot be blamed for all acts of rebellion and. The airwaves are currently clogged with R&B idolizing sex and Hip Hop which proposes that murder is cool. There’s definitely a good and bad side to all music but the rockers agree that the work that goes into creating a piece is painstaking and truly spiritual.
All of the interviewees strongly believe that Rockers would not go cutting themselves, filling up on drugs or burning churches or engaging in indiscriminate sex just because their European counterparts did so some 20 odd years ago.
If anything, they all agree on one thing; rock music requires a lot sacrifice, a lot of focus, persistence, patience and time. “With all the practice we do to perfect our skills give to the fans, there is simply no time to engage in drugs or sex orgies. As for the blood drinking, that’s a tradition that many Kenyan communities can identify with. There’s no human blood involved,” says an amused Bleed.
By
You’d think it was something out of a vampire movie set in the middle ages. The black clothes, the white and black facial make up, the silver chains, crosses, studs and rings, spiked arm guards and wrist bands; the marks of a rocker. Though slow, a revolution that’s happening and Kenyan Rock is today what European and American Rock were in the 70’s; unacceptable, deplorable, evil, a bad influence even.
The Rock Culture, in spite of its perception is gradually creeping into the Kenyan music scene.
A monthly Rock event dabbed the Battle of the Bands is held every first Sunday at the Rezorus Bar and Restaurant. It was started exactly one year ago in March by Mukasa Namulanda (Music to Overdrive - M2O) and provides a platform where bands can showcase their talent and compete against each other. Keeping the Battles going month after month are the fans that turn out to cheer their favourites. On Thursdays, the Daas Ethiopian Restaurant (Westlands), hosts a number of rock bands. So far the Go down centre has hosted two rock events, between 2007 and 2008.
To bring every band from every subgenre of Rock and their fans together, a widely attended, yearly shin dig, Rocktober Fest is held at the Carnivore. This is where the crazy meets the crazier as fans mosh (dance in a crazed manner) on the mosh pit (dance floor) to their favourite local bands.
Performing bands at any of those venues have included LYT, Narcissistic Tendencies with Delusions of Grandeur (NTWDOG- Punk Rockers), The Espionage, Awakening, Murfy’s Flaw, M2O, Seismic, Iscariot’s Smile (a side project of LYT), Groove Hogs, Ueta and Rock of Ages, and are all Kenyan.
Just one listen will reveal the amount of preparation that has gone into their performances. Another impressive aspect is the fact that many of the bands perform their own music and only a few covers of better known international bands. If you seek the Kenyan Rockers Living the Rock lifestyle, then Rocktober Fest is the place to be. It is where Rock Culture meets Kenyan Culture and the clash is evident.
John “Tazz” Matasa is a regular at rock concerts all over Nairobi. His Goth-like creations range from silver rings, wrist bands and arm guards to bracelets, necklaces, chains, belts, leather jackets and trousers. His is to provide the rockers with attire for the occasion. He owns a shop on 20th Century Building's fir where all the rock paraphernalia can be found. They do not disappoint.
Those who just love the Rock music but don’t want to mix in that culture, go to places like Choices Club, or others with such theme nights as Rock Night.
In spite of the positivity that Kenyan Rockers exude when they speak of their music, the Rock Culture has been dogged by allegations of negative influence to the youth, some causing suicide, murder and other acts of violence. Rock music has been for years labeled “the Devil’s Music”.
In 1993, Norwegian Kristian Varg Vikernes, a Goth Rock guitar player in the band Mayhem (among many other bands) was charged with murder and Arson. He not only claimed responsibility for burning four churches in Bergen, Norway, but also openly castigated Christians for being pretentious hypocrites and even more openly endorsed Satanism. In an interview for the documentary Head banger’s Journey, he said:
“Satanism represents freedom, that’s why we are burning down churches because Christians are against us.” Vikernes was sentenced to 21 years in prison where the interview was held. He was however released on parole in March of 2009, after serving 16 years in prison.
The situation in Kenya is very different. The slow acceptance of Rock’s genres and sub genres in Kenya has discouraged many musicians from playing their music in public because of the negativity their music is received with. Bands like Last Year’s Tragedy (LYT) however are fighting to change the perception of the heavier more grungy and metallic sounding genres of rock. Ruto Kipkulei a 25 year old classically trained pianist plays Keyboards for LYT. He clarifies what Rock and the Rock Culture and lifestyle in Kenya represent.
“The Rock lifestyle in Kenya as we speak is simply the love of rock music and all its sub genres,” he says. “The claims made about rockers drinking blood and sheep brain, having sex orgies or sniffing and smoking illegal stimulants at Goth parties is absolute nonsense. Kawaida (normal) parties are more likely to have that kind of thing going on than rock parties are.”
He adds that most Kenyan rockers are actually educated, Christian or other religion and would not blindly subject themselves to unnecessary suffering or practice such potentially self destructive behaviour. Kenyans, he asserts, are working towards making their lives better, not worse.
So advanced is the Rock culture in Kenya that they have a website of their own. Once logged onto www.rock.co.ke the discussions include the plan to have a party at the Nyayo Stadium war cemetery! Some say the party must start at midnight sharp; drinks will be blood and sheep brain!
“The chat conversations on the site cannot be taken as gospel truth. Exaggeration happens in every chat room,” says Ruto (LYT).
Rock culture is without doubt here. That which we read about in books, newspapers or even watch on TV is now largely practiced by our Kenyan youth. Started by college students and supported by the young but working class adults. Just as the splash on www.rock.co.ke reads, rock is not just music, it’s a Lifestyle. But are there people who actually live this lifestyle? A lifestyle that many books, documentaries and newspapers have associated with Satanism, death, drug abuse, sex orgies and bloody scenes?
Asked about Goth and the Gothic Lifestyle Shiv Mandavia, a metal head, is quick to explain that Kenyans are yet to fully understand what Goth is. “Most young guys now like to say that they are Goths because they think it sounds cool,” he says. “Kenyan rock lovers have not got to the point where they would do stupid things like burn churches or have orgies just for the heck of it and I don’t believe they will because we are an intelligent people”. The same, he says applies to the extreme make up that many rock fans and performers will wear but only during gigs.
Gothic Rock, considered the darkest of Rock’s subgenres is yet to make its mark in the Kenyan Rock scene. The Ancient Goths who originated from Germany seem to have had some influence on the kind of Gothic Black Metal genre that emerged in the early 80s with bands like Black Sabbath and Iron Maiden. Goths like Varg Vikernes, who was wholly against Christianity, share a lot with the original Goths who were mostly considered either Satanists of Atheists. Goth Rock is characterized by lyrically disturbing and depressing outbursts, harmonic chants, growls against a backing of heavy melodic metal sounding guitars, drums and keyboards and the organ.
Bleed (Martin Kirui) is a die-hard metal head who says that the Kenyan Goth community though minute, does exist. “Goths acknowledge a deep sense of death and the acceptance of it as a normal happening, and that there’s beauty in death as there is in life. They wear black clothes and dark mascara to that effect and to show that they’re not afraid of death.” Bleed who in spite of his name says that he is a deeply spiritual man who sanctifies the life within him. He listens to Goth and appreciates them but is a die-hard metal head (lover of rock metal and it’s subgenres like Viking Metal, Black Metal, Screamo, Emo, Speed and Melodic Metal).
Any Kenyan Rock band will have a list of bands that influence their music. Names like Demon Hunter, Slipknot, Killswitch Engage, Rage Against the Machine, Destroy the Runner, Amon Amarth, Daylight Dies pop up. While that may send shivers up your spine, a little research reveals that Demon Hunter is actually a Christian Heavy Metal band, spreading the Gospel through their grungy sounding guitar riffs and deep guttural vocals. Anyone hearing this kind of music for the first time would quickly dismiss it as ‘devilish’ music. But that is not necessarily so.
“These kinds of negative and misinformed perceptions are what we are trying to correct because we the Rockers know that we are Christians. Rock is such a spiritual kind of music because you really become one with your instrument as your making music,” says Ruto.
“I don’t think Kenyans, because of our bringing up, are capable of going bloody in the name of rock,” says Njeri.
Psychology experts say that most of the rockers who go to the extent of doing extremely dangerous things in the name of rock, are those youngsters who always want to rebel in their homes.
“All they want to do is to go against their parents, either because they have gone through a difficult past with restrictive parents, or they are in the process. They are willing to show rebellion and they feel that rock music will give them the freedom they are looking for,” says Mercy Kemboi, a youth counselor in Nairobi.
While what Kemboi says may be true, the Rock genre cannot be blamed for all acts of rebellion and. The airwaves are currently clogged with R&B idolizing sex and Hip Hop which proposes that murder is cool. There’s definitely a good and bad side to all music but the rockers agree that the work that goes into creating a piece is painstaking and truly spiritual.
All of the interviewees strongly believe that Rockers would not go cutting themselves, filling up on drugs or burning churches or engaging in indiscriminate sex just because their European counterparts did so some 20 odd years ago.
If anything, they all agree on one thing; rock music requires a lot sacrifice, a lot of focus, persistence, patience and time. “With all the practice we do to perfect our skills give to the fans, there is simply no time to engage in drugs or sex orgies. As for the blood drinking, that’s a tradition that many Kenyan communities can identify with. There’s no human blood involved,” says an amused Bleed.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Day 2
Fires have cooled down, the smoldering is no more. And the look I shared, was worthless, imaginary. But what is man without imagination, without dreams? Empty. That's what.
So out goes my soul again, wandering, calling, searching for it's mate and my mind too, wonders whether when the time comes, it will allow me to do what ordinary humans do; let the bloody guy in, figuratively speaking that is. There's a certain level of intimacy that one allows themselves to reach. That is the level I'm not sure I even want to reach. Oh well, here goes the long, long spell of patience that I must endure.
So out goes my soul again, wandering, calling, searching for it's mate and my mind too, wonders whether when the time comes, it will allow me to do what ordinary humans do; let the bloody guy in, figuratively speaking that is. There's a certain level of intimacy that one allows themselves to reach. That is the level I'm not sure I even want to reach. Oh well, here goes the long, long spell of patience that I must endure.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Day 1
My heart is in shambles. Can't get over one man because I'm convinced that I'm in love with him and I can't get over the other one because he just won't leave me alone.
You know that feeling you get when you see someone you like.... or liked? I broke his heart and mine along with it. Why? I didn't like him enough then, I hate the very thought of him now. You know what it's like when you see an ex that you didn't part with on a very good note? That's the pinch I feel every time, sometimes more than others. Most times, I don't feel a thing.
Then there's this man, handsome as hell, brainy but not too much and I'm just head over heels with....
Hmmm.....it's been months since I wrote on this blog, but OMG.
It's at that point when you don't want to show that you feel too much because you don't want to drive the person away and it takes every ounce of energy in your being to be around them and not to show them....Damn! And you don't want to seem like you're not interested at all. Shucks! It hurts. Patience. Whatever is meant to happen will happen no matter what, right?
In my mind, I sit on a black iron bench in the middle of a park, no...a street...or maybe it's just a bench in the middle of nowhere and "Breakeven" by "The Script" is playing from God knows where and I'm just sitting there looking forlorn and damaged and I'm waiting for prince charming to make up his mind....or come to his senses...I don't know...he's just running towards me but I can't see him. And he's running and running. He can't see me either but he knows where I'll be..and then "Breakeven" stops and this time..."The Man Who Can't Be Moved" starts to play and it's sad and piercing...and the first trace of tears appear at the peaks of my eyes and Oh.....
I shower the grass with tears because for the love of me, I can't seem to get anything I ever want. But...as I'm crying my eyes dry and I can't quite catch my breath....and I'm bent over, hands on knees and head on hands, begging the underworld to surface and swallow me whole....a hand touches my hair, smoothing it back as one would a child. I feel warm breath on the back of my neck. I'm afraid to move because I'm convinced that if I do, I might not have the pleasure of just enjoying that moment be it real or imaginary, so I stay put.
I stay put until the hand on my shoulder nudges me to sit up and a voice calls my name. And by God!.... it's the voice and the breath and the hand of the man I was so sure would never be mine....but there he is.
He dries my eyes and in his, I can see clearly that this is just the first of many moments I will share with him.
You know that feeling you get when you see someone you like.... or liked? I broke his heart and mine along with it. Why? I didn't like him enough then, I hate the very thought of him now. You know what it's like when you see an ex that you didn't part with on a very good note? That's the pinch I feel every time, sometimes more than others. Most times, I don't feel a thing.
Then there's this man, handsome as hell, brainy but not too much and I'm just head over heels with....
Hmmm.....it's been months since I wrote on this blog, but OMG.
It's at that point when you don't want to show that you feel too much because you don't want to drive the person away and it takes every ounce of energy in your being to be around them and not to show them....Damn! And you don't want to seem like you're not interested at all. Shucks! It hurts. Patience. Whatever is meant to happen will happen no matter what, right?
In my mind, I sit on a black iron bench in the middle of a park, no...a street...or maybe it's just a bench in the middle of nowhere and "Breakeven" by "The Script" is playing from God knows where and I'm just sitting there looking forlorn and damaged and I'm waiting for prince charming to make up his mind....or come to his senses...I don't know...he's just running towards me but I can't see him. And he's running and running. He can't see me either but he knows where I'll be..and then "Breakeven" stops and this time..."The Man Who Can't Be Moved" starts to play and it's sad and piercing...and the first trace of tears appear at the peaks of my eyes and Oh.....
I shower the grass with tears because for the love of me, I can't seem to get anything I ever want. But...as I'm crying my eyes dry and I can't quite catch my breath....and I'm bent over, hands on knees and head on hands, begging the underworld to surface and swallow me whole....a hand touches my hair, smoothing it back as one would a child. I feel warm breath on the back of my neck. I'm afraid to move because I'm convinced that if I do, I might not have the pleasure of just enjoying that moment be it real or imaginary, so I stay put.
I stay put until the hand on my shoulder nudges me to sit up and a voice calls my name. And by God!.... it's the voice and the breath and the hand of the man I was so sure would never be mine....but there he is.
He dries my eyes and in his, I can see clearly that this is just the first of many moments I will share with him.
Monday, May 12, 2008
THE CURSED TRIBE
Dear, dear, dear. I don't know and I'm not saying what I don't know or haven't noticed but one section of Kenya is very prone to disaster especially when traveling home to bury one of their own.
Now last week, not very long ago, one of those buses that take you to Nyanza and Western Provinces through Naivasha and Eldoret crushed. Again. This is only a few months after another Matatu Van crushed with the same results. A death among the passengers who were going to bury their dead. Is it that they are cursed or is the road bad or is it that the drivers from those areas are always drunk? No. I don't think so. The driver involved in the most recent accident was totally and completely sober. One could tell from the way he was talking on TV. And lucky for him, his time had not yet come. He escaped without a scratch.
These guys were going to bury one body, but by the afternoon, they had to plan for two bodies.
Is there something these people know and are not telling us?
Now last week, not very long ago, one of those buses that take you to Nyanza and Western Provinces through Naivasha and Eldoret crushed. Again. This is only a few months after another Matatu Van crushed with the same results. A death among the passengers who were going to bury their dead. Is it that they are cursed or is the road bad or is it that the drivers from those areas are always drunk? No. I don't think so. The driver involved in the most recent accident was totally and completely sober. One could tell from the way he was talking on TV. And lucky for him, his time had not yet come. He escaped without a scratch.
These guys were going to bury one body, but by the afternoon, they had to plan for two bodies.
Is there something these people know and are not telling us?
ATWOLI, THE MOUTH WITH A MAN
If you ask me, one very talkative Francis Atwoli, is attracting snipers. The COTU Secretary General, spoke on May 1, 2008, Labour Day, bad mouthing Nakumatt Chain of supermarkets. He mentioned that their employees worked overtime, with no lunch and got Kshs, 4,000 salaries. He added that customers were cheated with little blue cards (smart cards) and told that if they used the card, they would be charged less.
Mr. Atwoli then very cheekily said that if anyone comes after him, Baba (President Kibaki) is there to protect him.
In the news, on the evening of Labour Day, a Nakumatt official claimed that employees get breakfast, lunch, and tea in the evening, Nakumatt official clarified that employees get breakfast, lunch and tea at night. The least that anyone earns according to him is Kshs. 16,000 and even more if they work overtime.
The other day, some politician or union worker or other said that what the Nakumatt official had said was false. Who is right? And how much do people at Nakumatt earn?
Atwoli, we love you but I hope no one will dot o you what was done to Chesoni.
Njeri
Saturday, May 10, 2008
The moment has come
Me and David went to Campus. I was meant to go to class but instead, we ended up going to the benches in the parking and taking pictures. My camer only had the capacity for 8 Pictures so I maximised the opportunity by only saving the pictures I though were the best seeing as my memory card was jammed.
This Picture actually looks like a painting. I call it:
Rainy May
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