Today, exactly one year later, this blog ceases to be.
In retrospect, it's been a great and worthwhile experience for me. It’s been one year of inspiration from so many people, each day for that one year. Not many people who landed on this little corner of my world completely comprehended the intricacy and intimacy in the posts and as a last token of appreciation, am going to walk you through the labyrinth that was Marazzmatazz.
It all began with the Debut on March 15, 2006.
Intending to create a design oriented blog to share my art and design works, but my expressionist side quickly had the better part of me. I penned Serenity in Truth and Letting Go, both relating to the romantic surgery i was going thru at that time. But depicted in poetic prose how love in my life shifts like dragonflies on flight. Slowly over a stretch of time, these posts intertwined into The Question of Hitchin' and if anyone could step up to the Marriage Vacancy, it meant they were fitted with most answers to the 21 Questions. I was ready for this new love. Date You seemed a natural start point.
Dream Come True, Another Dream Come True and We're On Fire explored issues of Letting Go and/or being patient in love. I soul searched when love didn't make sense no more. They eventually lead to the Complexities Series as i came to read the fine lines between situations i was in and began exploring their essence.
Then I found my forbidden love, Gbaby and thru her I burnt as fiercely as a supernova. She inspired GBaby, Gotta Be (Gb), Hikkies for Life, Mia Kwa Mia, mazalicias (to test her attachment), Brink of Your Love, Penzi Hili, Blak Cinderella, Niko Nawe, face the truth and Napagawa.
Yes, yes, so mazalicias! was a hoax; it’s a sample of what Photoshop can do! Arigi and Co. didn’t fall for this! This piece was duo-inspired by Gbaby and 5d.
This blog project was about exploring the truths that elude us daily. Truths like what really cut on 911. Am constantly trying hard to escape from this collective unconsciousness of media-orchastrated theatrics. Y’know, the CNNs, the Reuters. Is it real? What is real? What is truth? Do they matter? If they do, why? And to whom? I guess if you don’t try to sieve the truth from all this junk we are daily bombarded with, you’ll just be another dumb processor. Ati Saddam had WMDs……..
It was about questioning the things we absorb just from skimming the surface, like the Najivunia campaign. It was about absorbing the art and passions in my life, thru the Visual Poetic Weekends. It was about ripping words into lines into poetry.
It was about going back to square one when I thought I was taking some things for granted and so I let these thoughts in Little Things Mean Alot, Little Things Revisited get me back in track. You know the lessons taught to us by Boyz II Men. These two posts together with Romance for Dummies were inspired by my very special friend for the longest time, Tati.
There were many events in this blog, from WSF, to the countless WAPIs to the Concours, to the DCI. It was such fun exposing such going ons to y’all, I guess that’s one bit am gonna really miss. It felt kinda like reporting, kinda like educating.
Admittedly, Chase of the Ex was a below-the-belt at my ex. No regrets! It’s a climax of the blog project that revolved so much on the year me and her were faded most. From serenity in truth when it started to the chase of the ex, you'd think someone would learn a few. But would i be Bitter ama Betta?, maybe it ain't worth it, y’know? That maybe became a fact. And regardless of all these shit I went thru, I kept aiming Above the Rim. I learnt to let go, Press Delete and in between met Gb who blessed me with her mere presence. That post on ex might have been Uncouth, but when you've had enuff lemons and are waiting for the mango, you better be willing to face the truth, be real with yourself so that you can rebirth like the Phoenix. You’ve gotta live and learn (joe public!).
Aissa, my former Bosslady was a Princess Encounter and after she left, I wrote C'est La Vie. She’s one in a million. Word!
I used to think of past loves and why it seemed subsequent ones were becoming duller and duller and wrote Pixel Love of coz inspired by an old flame, R. And so are many other thoughts across the blog. I should have done a Swedish collabo with you!
Some dude I met on the way home one night inspired The Babel Tower Effect whilst he was busy conversing to me in Greek (yes literally) and I was responding in Sheng! We didn’t get anywhere!
In Case You Forgot was intended as a two-edged sword, depending on how you viewed it, it talked of love, but it was also about the glorious past of Islam.
SweetSoul was for my large-hearted and beautiful Aunt Mianda.
The Spider in the Complexities Series and Kwa Shina na Shida was for my Great Grandma.
Mocha! and the one and only Bartholomew/DJ Fisher/Muzungu! inspired Surfacescan. Whist i rediscovered DJ Fisher on Mocha!'s blog, it inspired Press Delete immediately after coz I related to what she was going thru during that time.
Ndesanjo, Akiey and Maitha inspired Vikongwe Vya Blogu! together with many mashairi across the blog. Representing Kiswahili to the fullest – msilale!
Kooko inspired Delectable and 911 : An Afterthought
Sue inspired Massage In a Bottle, teaser and co-wrote dream of you
Mshairi inspired Mshairi Holla! and her style infused into some of the poetry i write now.
Blessing in disguise and Constant State of Unfulfilled Desire were inspired by various unmentioned entities J.
The late Dedan Kimathi inspired 44 Years Later!!
Date You was inspired by Nyaiyaki - she didn't know, until a hint hit her.
Wangari and Wangari inspired Say What? and Unbloggable respectively.
Nur inspired Adrenalin
Ghetto Langu was inspired by Bongo Flava
Amina inspired Alpenglow.
All in all, there were many others who fuelled the blog project. Mo amin, Mr. Softcity, terri, nya, mbua, jq, Acolyte, msanii_xl, bankelele, mental. Thank you all.
A whole cycle of posts from Eight Cow Wife to We're On Fire had subtle but hinting connotations on my different relationships. If you’re curious, yes, the Dream Come True and so did the next Dream, albeit with a funky twist…haha!
After all, this project was Creative Expression with dozes of Reality. Something Mr. Softcity fuelled.
As for myself, its time to redirect my creative energies to other projects, so adios amigos!
Breaker, Breaker One, the GZA blogging out from Nairobi, Kenya. Keep it real y’all – and much Love!
Live, Learn, Love.
Marazzmatazz.
Ides of March, 2007