Oct 30, 2006

credit galore

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if people were just able to be content with what they have, without resorting to such crazy lengths to acquire what they don't, i think life would be a more beautiful experience. Of coz am not saying you can't have dreamz and aggressively pursue them, but wherever point you are in life, you can't be at any other point - it's a purposeful stage in your timeline and so instead of agonizing on where you should be, analyze where you are. Here's where you make lemonade coz life handed you lemons and so there's no point wishing they were mangoz!

but people would always be discontented. That's why they invented credit for such masses. And from the look of things, quite a multitude has fallen to its clutches. Someone i know learnt this lesson in a rather crude and rude way.

the jama agrees to sign up as a guarantor for an acquaintance.... yea, it's that interesting. The acq was getting himself one of these damn good-looking suave LG fridges that come with preset temperatures for everything under the moon. And to add to it, since the Premier was just about to kick off, the guy thought for good measure (and viewing) he'd also get a new color tv. Flatron.

now that wasn't wrong at all, he was entitled to these finer things in life... as we are constantly told by the bikini-clad chics on ads. But the beef i have is when you go for such things and know dam well, you can't pay for them! Not to mention, you can't pay for them although you're paying in installments. They tell you it's easier, in your mind you think its easier and your salo can handle but little do you realize its much more costly at the end. Not to mention also, you abscond payments and so my friend (the guarantor) was the ultimate guy to pay up or get locked up!

i mean, its funny yet sad. Why would i get into such shitty situations for someone i hardly know, whilst maybe i don't even have that kinda fridge or tv myself? Guarantor indeed!

And why would anyone for that matter want to buy stuff on credit if they know it’s out of their purchasing power? Living beyond your means is like kushindana na ndovu kunya/competing shitting with an elephant! You're bound to lose and look stupid in the process.

Oct 17, 2006

Uncouth

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First all, it'll be uncouth of me not giving dedicated Bongoflava fans like myself this goldmine of a youtube link, it's all here!! - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KjwV-cActa8


So the other day after vehemently and verbally protesting how some people lacked basic manners, my boss put up a sign on his office door thus "Please knock before entering and close the door behind you". This all in a spirit of "open door policy" that was his mantra. And then he tells me,"some people are just outrightly uncouth, walking into people's offices like it was a soko!" Now, the word uncouth caught my ears and took me back to high skul where one odijo used it like a vowel.

I pondered over his statement and couldn't help but partially (80%) agree with him.

The first of many uncouth things i come across happens almost like every morning on my way to jobo. On the way i have to pass this semi-dark kichochoro that cuts my trek there by like half. However, the things you sometimes witness in this short section can make a 12 year old go berserk. I mean, it's just plain uncouth to throw away trust kondomus right in front of the path people walk every morning. Jamaz don't even have the courtesy to wrap them in some very dark black paperbag before disposal!

Then there's the incident i found myself in some many many many years past. i fell for two sisters at the same time. not simultaneously, but you get my drift. now, i don't want to divulge further info detrimental to my life but i learnt it's quite uncouth to date two sisters concurrently.

I’ve seen several discourses on some blogs about the rude and abrasive airing we receive nowadays from these local radio joints. I mean, am in a ma3 sat next to a woman old enuff to be my mum’s elder brother's wife and the radio squeaks a discussion on “What’s the best position he ever did it? How many times do you have “ma rubbings” in a week?........” and so forth. Am so embarrassed, my sony ericcson phone is taking the full brunt of my awkwardness.

It’s uncouth to lead someone on. Really. And also to go clubbin’ without thinkin’ how you gonna buy your own drinks, let alone enter the club. And in the process, inconveniencing every other person you’re rollin’ with.

It’s uncouth to come from clubbin’ and knock at my door 3am in the dead of darkness asking if you can crush away the rest of the night. And you’re accompanied by a chic!

They say it’s global warming effects that chics nowadays dress lightly. But it’s outright uncouth to walk around the streets with more than a sliver of your g-string stickin’ out of there like it was suffocating!

It’s so uncouth to climb the cistern of a public toilet and leaving your safari boot prints on the once speckless white ceramic.

Business deals. My, my, my, here, you get the mothers of all uncouths! Where I come from, it’s uncouth and unbecoming to recruit some naïve jamaz into your get-rich-quick-or-die-trying certificate-selling-pyramidal schemes when you know damn well that s!#% don’t work.

Or hire jamaz when you know very well the company's winding up biz in a few short months.

Which also means it’s very uncouth selling a piece of super polished sprite bottle purporting it to be green granite!

Aaaaaaaaand, its uncouth to charge me 20 bob when I enter a ma3 and the next jama that gets in gets to pay 10! It won’t be considered uncouth if it was the other way round though.

It’s ill-mannered to try and bribe a police officer. In front of the other passengers. At least do it in the back of the Nissan where the purple tint of the windows covers the transaction.

It’s uncouth to hop around from one fad to another just coz everyone else is doing it. I mean, do you have to join the gym and do “step aerobics” coz the rest of your girl crew is rolling that way? Get a punching bag for your room!

Last but not the least of uncouth happenings out here, when someone opens up their heart to you, its uncouth not to respond. Even at least negatively!

So, tell me, what’s the most uncouth thing you ever came across?

Oct 11, 2006

Mo Fotoz

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Due to great public demand (chuckle...), makanga this one's for you. More evidence of my activities during the weekend. Ji enjoy!



some of the paintings i displayed at the Prince Edwards meet-up.


just love her tatoo...


the message is clear. now only to convince bush/joji kichaka


graf artist working his dalmatian magic


part of the above graf with a robo-matatu theme

the tools of the trade

more tools- this sprayer is old but it still performs


jamaz are doing their own tees nowadays. Hakuna kulala!


chilling out at the bc wall


some more graf for your visual eye


big mike rides like that!


serene and afro setting for the evening jig.

There's more but at the rate blogger is uploading these images, i'll be 75 by the time am done! So let's leave it for some that day kenya decides to re-enter the eassy project, we might have enuff bandwidth to do this thing. Adios!


Oct 9, 2006

Visual Poetic Weekend III

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this was one crazily visual, poetic and eventful weekend. there was enuff to see and hear and do. and i swam in mental highness from friday nite to sunday nite. I'll let the images best tell it.
one of my artworks celebrating the matatu/Ma3 culture - Mathree za Nai! Notice how the music is pumped into the ma3 and the phat rims.

doobeez working the crowd. Have to say a word or two on Doobeez. He must be the illest lyricist i've heard coming out of the kenyan hiphop woodwork and although i got mad love for some of the local mcs, he's one of those people you listen and can't help saying "Wo, wo, wo!!" at every punchline. What with gems like "....naleta lyrics mpaka natoboa tonsils" and "you can't walk in my shoes, look at the size of these feet"! His Angerbanger/Angabanga album drops mid-October and its one CD my collection can't miss! Also, he's covered in the SHIKA (Streets Happen In Kenya and Africa) DVD with other underground mcs.



tradition met contemporary with an 8-stringed obokano performance laced with DJ Zaks hiphop scratches.



the east africa theme wasn't faded at all from the event


bob was fully represented in full regalia colours


peace, love and crabs. it's basic. yap! maslow was wrong!


stanton, need i say mo??


wapi graf on this junkyard matatu, done in under 3 hours - my bro hint and phiks collabo


two elements of hiphop - mc and graf fused in the evening sunset. Graf by uhuru.

yours truly collection, i had to come with some of my never-seen-before paintings.... yes, yes, they got accolades but were not for sale. too much sentimental value in them...


setting up lights for the evening cocktail



now that's what i call grafiti - uhuru and phiks collabo!


pointblank fiercely doing his thing under the green lite with a sketch of a lion head!


boy's best friend catching some action - i think it was Snoop playing! Its a doggy dog's world!


dude busy working a matatu culture graf - rebel is the cause of course.

Oct 6, 2006

60+ Years of Degeneration

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sometimes you come across some things and think, damn, good old days those. i was at my mom's some weekend past and pitiad through some old photos that brought quite alot of memories streaming over each other. i laughed looking at my tiny self and although i'd forgotten most of things i did back then, looking at these images pulled me back into the cellulite of my then-so-innocent life.
then there were the photos of my aunts and uncles in their teens, afros, mini-floral skirts and bellybottoms galore.
there was even an image of them at uhuru park - don't laugh - those days, that used to be "the spot" to hang out. it was green, pristine and had (hear this) boats. that's not all, from the image below of Nairobi dam, guess what, people went yatching on what is now a hyacinth paradise! Yatching in 1960, hyacinth in 2006. Na hio ni maendeleo.
i went through Malcolm McCrow's photo gallery of what The City in the Sun used to be in its post-uhuru euphoric-cum-glory days and i only have one thing to reiterate. Najivumilia kuwa mkenya!
yes, the population was minimal those days - both human and vehicles, but logically or as i think progressions should occur, we should be having skyscrapers that put the Petronas Towers to shame and flyovers circumventing the KICC. but we are still struggling with siasa za peni mbili and repairing potholes right outside City Hall.
oh by the way, did you know the top section of the KICC used to be a rotating restaurant? Yes, rotate as in go round, have 360 degrees of magical Nairobi view from that height. i think they lost a bearing so the gears stopped working (pun intended).
somehow looking at the photos from McCrow's site brought me feelings of desperation, hopelessness and mental fatigue. truth be screamed, i get these daily from the kenyan political circus, but these particular feelings were different because they banged in me the truth that once we had hope; nay, beyond hope, we had real things working. Efficiently, diligently, proudly.
Notice how he says "The modern 20th Century Cinema - among the most modern anywhere in the world"....

Oct 3, 2006

SPF50

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If you are reading this and you are a kawaida jamaa/man like me who thinks Vaseline and Blueband should share the same counter over at the local mart, you betta take notes, coz soon you’ll need them. While the world is busy talking of feedburners, RSS, xml, blogosphere, and therefore the digital divide, our can’t-live-with-them-can’t-do-without-them-often-verbose betta halves are churning out new expressions like overfed tennis ball machines.

This should be of great concern for men because soon, not only would we be confounded by hegemony-blasting quips like gender disparity but also what I call Gender Alienation - we’ll be talking a whole different language from the ladies. This time, literally.

This reality hit me when I was talking to some lady colleagues and after the first sentence, I could not keep up. Sasha said, “I was at the beauty shop the other day and got myself an SPF50”. Missal replied, “Oh, I use the same but SPF35 but with toning….”. I went like “Hold up! WTF is SPF?”

Ignorant as I was in this whole technical side of skincare, I was drawn into that conversation mimicking a Spanish-learning Romeo-wanna-be.

Now like any language, you have to be well-grounded in the basic tenets and for this one, they look like this.

Cleansers: Forget Omo and sunlight, those are detergents/soaps. Cleansers purportedly are kinder, gentler and unique to your skin type. You have face washes, cleansing foams, botanical and herbal soaps, washing powder etc! Yes, that’s entirely different from baking, curry, talcum or gun powder.

Toners: Ahem, what can I say. First I thought toners, HP, Canon and Epson printers. Of coz, I was wrong again. So now that you’re in the semantics, cram these. Antioxidant coenzyme Q10, age-defying (LOL), pH balance and splash-ons. These are the kind of words you should drop once in a while when conversing to chics and the topic is toners. Don’t get it confused, its pH not HP!

Moisturizers: I hear these have the power to increase the night hours hence if you’re a sleep addict, more fun! Here you get the Alpha-Arbutin creams and ceramide-enhanced lotions and Vitamin E. Some chics I know wear moisturizers that smell of chocolate…… aaaaah, let’s not go there.

Boosters: Thinking lucozade or those brown bottles? Nope! In Venus, this is the term that refers to anything containing seaweed, collagen, vits A, B, C, E, Hyaluronic acid compounds. Boosters my fellow jamaz can make even a roughed up face (from a fight with Conjestina) look presentable.

Fine Line Fighters: Its fine to enjoy feeling young at heart. However, holding grudgingly to youth has a word in this language. It’s called Age-defying. Under this nomenclature of the language, you’ll find all things that can make grandma look like your small sis. No more wrinkles!

Masks: If you’re an artist like me, what comes to mind is Luba Kifwebe masks from Congo or the Maori carvings. However, when translated into Venusian, it denotes the stuff you apply to recharge, illuminate, nourish or even peel-way your face. Yes, this is a whole new science guys!

Exfoliants: Nowadays, it seems like floors aren’t the only things you can scrub. Here, you’re talking about face scrubs, scrub brushes and AHA creams. Not Ahaa!! But AHA as in Alphahydroxy Acids. Repeat six times, you’ll soon cram it.

UV Care: Here is where the SPFs fall in. They are to our common man language, sunscreens. Even better yet, those liquids you apply on your raw face to prevent sun rays from kissing you. Why anyone would want to do that is another blog all together. And there are all kinds. SPF 25, SPF 50, SPF75 etc. The number indicates your age. Choose wisely.

When I ventured deeper into the language, I learnt more and more new words. Trust me, it’s not easy. This new lingo has its vocab stacked from A to Z. From Aloe Vera, AHA and Age spots to Zinc Oxide. To remember the last, I crammed it as Ox-hide!

Therefore, I urge you, start cracking coz when she gets you a gift of aaaaaaaah, let’s say the Clinique Travel Collection, you’ll be dumbfounded to know where to start…. Or even explain it at the airport when they claim its bomb-making material!

Talking like in any language is the key to learning it. So more often than not, I’d find myself on a roll, “I want to easen my photoaging, I was thinking I get myself an exfoliant with Watercress Extract that suits my skin pH. I think I’ll go for one with a humectant, maybe emulsifier. My collagen isn’t holding up too well….”

Oh, by the way, SPF ain’t for Super Pro Fling, it stands for Sun Protection Factor. And you thought umesoma?!

Dislaimer: If I applied all these things to my face, I think it’ll go into a comma.

Sep 28, 2006

Pope Con

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Am glad to see that am not the only one who escaped the Pope's Con/Scorn the other day. WinstonChurchill once said "Men occasionally stumble on the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing had happened". Are we rushing off from the Truth? This post is a reflection of that and is by Uri Avnery, taken from http://usa.mediamonitors.net/content/view/full/35750

The Pope's Evil Legend - Mohammed's Sword
By URI AVNERY

Since the days when Roman Emperors threw Christians to the lions, the relations between the emperors and the heads of the church have undergone many changes.

Constantine the Great, who became Emperor in the year 306--exactly 1700 years ago--encouraged the practice of Christianity in the empire, which included Palestine. Centuries later, the church split into an Eastern (Orthodox) and a Western (Catholic) part. In the West, the Bishop of Rome, who acquired the title of Pope, demanded that the Emperor accept his superiority.

The struggle between the Emperors and the Popes played a central role in European history and divided the peoples. It knew ups and downs. Some Emperors dismissed or expelled a Pope, some Popes dismissed or excommunicated an Emperor. One of the Emperors, Henry IV, "walked to Canossa", standing for three days barefoot in the snow in front of the Pope's castle, until the Pope deigned to annul his excommunication.

But there were times when Emperors and Popes lived in peace with each other. We are witnessing such a period today. Between the present Pope, Benedict XVI, and the present Emperor, George Bush II, there exists a wonderful harmony. Last week's speech by the Pope, which aroused a world-wide storm, went well with Bush's crusade against "Islamofascism", in the context of the "Clash of Civilizations".

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IN HIS lecture at a German university, the 265th Pope described what he sees as a huge difference between Christianity and Islam: while Christianity is based on reason, Islam denies it. While Christians see the logic of God's actions, Muslims deny that there is any such logic in the actions of Allah.

As a Jewish atheist, I do not intend to enter the fray of this debate. It is much beyond my humble abilities to understand the logic of the Pope. But I cannot overlook one passage, which concerns me too, as an Israeli living near the fault-line of this "war of civilizations".

In order to prove the lack of reason in Islam, the Pope asserts that the prophet Muhammad ordered his followers to spread their religion by the sword. According to the Pope, that is unreasonable, because faith is born of the soul, not of the body. How can the sword influence the soul?

To support his case, the Pope quoted--of all people--a Byzantine Emperor, who belonged, of course, to the competing Eastern Church. At the end of the 14th century, the Emperor Manuel II Palaeologus told of a debate he had--or so he said (its occurrence is in doubt)--with an unnamed Persian Muslim scholar. In the heat of the argument, the Emperor (according to himself) flung the following words at his adversary:

"Show me just what Mohammed brought that was new, and there you will find things only evil and inhuman, such as his command to spread by the sword the faith he preached".
These words give rise to three questions:

(a) Why did the Emperor say them?
(b) Are they true?
(c) Why did the present Pope quote them?
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WHEN MANUEL II wrote his treatise, he was the head of a dying empire. He assumed power in 1391, when only a few provinces of the once illustrious empire remained. These, too, were already under Turkish threat.
At that point in time, the Ottoman Turks had reached the banks of the Danube. They had conquered Bulgaria and the north of Greece, and had twice defeated relieving armies sent by Europe to save the Eastern Empire. In 1453, only a few years after Manuel's death, his capital, Constantinople (the present Istanbul) fell to the Turks, putting an end to the Empire that had lasted for more than a thousand years.
During his reign, Manuel made the rounds of the capitals of Europe in an attempt to drum up support. He promised to reunite the church. There is no doubt that he wrote his religious treatise in order to incite the Christian countries against the Turks and convince them to start a new crusade. The aim was practical, theology was serving politics.
In this sense, the quote serves exactly the requirements of the present Emperor, George Bush II. He, too, wants to unite the Christian world against the mainly Muslim "Axis of Evil". Moreover, the Turks are again knocking on the doors of Europe, this time peacefully. It is well known that the Pope supports the forces that object to the entry of Turkey into the European Union.
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IS THERE any truth in Manuel's argument?
The pope himself threw in a word of caution. As a serious and renowned theologian, he could not afford to falsify written texts. Therefore, he admitted that the Qur'an specifically forbade the spreading of the faith by force. He quoted the second Sura, verse 256 (strangely fallible, for a pope, he meant verse 257) which says: "There must be no coercion in matters of faith".
How can one ignore such an unequivocal statement? The Pope simply argues that this commandment was laid down by the prophet when he was at the beginning of his career, still weak and powerless, but that later on he ordered the use of the sword in the service of the faith.
Such an order does not exist in the Qur'an. True, Muhammad called for the use of the sword in his war against opposing tribes--Christian, Jewish and others--in Arabia, when he was building his state. But that was a political act, not a religious one; basically a fight for territory, not for the spreading of the faith.
Jesus said: "You will recognize them by their fruits." The treatment of other religions by Islam must be judged by a simple test: How did the Muslim rulers behave for more than a thousand years, when they had the power to "spread the faith by the sword"?
Well, they just did not.
For many centuries, the Muslims ruled Greece. Did the Greeks become Muslims? Did anyone even try to Islamize them? On the contrary, Christian Greeks held the highest positions in the Ottoman administration. The Bulgarians, Serbs, Romanians, Hungarians and other European nations lived at one time or another under Ottoman rule and clung to their Christian faith. Nobody compelled them to become Muslims and all of them remained devoutly Christian.
True, the Albanians did convert to Islam, and so did the Bosniaks. But nobody argues that they did this under duress. They adopted Islam in order to become favorites of the government and enjoy the fruits.
In 1099, the Crusaders conquered Jerusalem and massacred its Muslim and Jewish inhabitants
indiscriminately, in the name of the gentle Jesus. At that time, 400 years into the occupation of Palestine by the Muslims, Christians were still the majority in the country. Throughout this long period, no effort was made to impose Islam on them. Only after the expulsion of the Crusaders from the country, did the majority of the inhabitants start to adopt the Arabic language and the Muslim faith--and they were the forefathers of most of today's Palestinians.
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THERE IS no evidence whatsoever of any attempt to impose Islam on the Jews. As is well known, under Muslim rule the Jews of Spain enjoyed a bloom the like of which the Jews did not enjoy anywhere else until almost our time. Poets like Yehuda Halevy wrote in Arabic, as did the great Maimonides. In Muslim Spain, Jews were ministers, poets, scientists. In Muslim Toledo, Christian, Jewish and Muslim scholars worked together and translated the ancient Greek philosophical and scientific texts. That was, indeed, the Golden Age. How would this have been
possible, had the Prophet decreed the "spreading of the faith by the sword"?
What happened afterwards is even more telling. When the Catholics re-conquered Spain from the Muslims, they instituted a reign of religious terror. The Jews and the Muslims were presented with a cruel choice: to become Christians, to be massacred or to leave. And where did the hundreds of thousand of Jews, who refused to abandon their faith, escape? Almost all of them were received with open arms in the Muslim countries. The Sephardi ("Spanish") Jews settled all over the Muslim world, from Morocco in the west to Iraq in the east, from Bulgaria (then part of the Ottoman Empire) in the north to Sudan in the south. Nowhere were they persecuted. They knew nothing like the tortures of the Inquisition, the flames of the auto-da-fe, the pogroms, the terrible mass-expulsions that took place in almost all Christian countries, up to the Holocaust.
WHY? Because Islam expressly prohibited any persecution of the "peoples of the book". In Islamic society, a special place was reserved for Jews and Christians. They did not enjoy completely equal rights, but almost. They had to pay a special poll-tax, but were exempted from military service--a trade-off that was quite welcome to many Jews. It has been said that Muslim rulers frowned upon any attempt to convert Jews to Islam even by gentle persuasion--because it entailed the loss of taxes.
Every honest Jew who knows the history of his people cannot but feel a deep sense of gratitude to Islam, which has protected the Jews for fifty generations, while the Christian world persecuted the Jews and tried many times "by the sword" to get them to abandon their faith.
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THE STORY about "spreading the faith by the sword" is an evil legend, one of the myths that grew up in Europe during the great wars against the Muslims--the reconquista of Spain by the Christians, the Crusades and the repulsion of the Turks, who almost conquered Vienna. I suspect that the German Pope, too, honestly believes in these fables. That means that the leader of the Catholic world, who is a Christian theologian in his own right, did not make the effort to study the history of other religions.
Why did he utter these words in public? And why now?
There is no escape from viewing them against the background of the new Crusade of Bush and his evangelist supporters, with his slogans of "Islamofascism" and the "Global War on Terrorism"--when "terrorism" has become a synonym for Muslims. For Bush's handlers, this is a cynical attempt to justify the domination of the world's oil resources. Not for the first time in history, a religious robe is spread to cover the nakedness of economic interests; not for the first time, a robbers' expedition becomes a Crusade.
The speech of the Pope blends into this effort. Who can foretell the dire consequences?
The Other Israel: Voices of Dissent and Refusal. He is also a contributor to CounterPunch's hot new book The Politics of Anti-Semitism.

Sep 25, 2006

Of Vantage & Vintage

So, i doubt i'll ever be able to pin up photos of my Grahamstown excursion or the WAPI 4 event images coz too much i happening and i find myself popping from one thing to the next - i guess that is the jinx of my life. I intend to still put 'em up, sometime, preferably in the near, near future lakini before i do, here's some snaps of this year's Concours d'Elegance, which was jana. Not to mention, lovely and reminiscent of those swimming galas we used to have in primo and high skul, jamaz come flossin' and alot to see.










The thing about this show is that you certainly (and almost shockingly) realise the disparity between the haves and the have-nots. The advantaged and the regular sukuma-wiki fellas like myself. Most of the crowd here is undoubtedly wanna-be's, but those few who ARE definitely HAVE. To begin with you have X5's and Benz's running the length of the parking lot, while you have come walking. And these are not the cars on display. The one's on display are a 1966 Ford Mustang, a 1951 Rolls Royce, some Alfa Romeos clocking 30+ years, Austin Martin from the days our folks were rockin' and rollin', a 1960 VW Karmann Ghia and the list goes on and on.
These babies have been pampered, pimped, spruced up and diligently maintained, some to over-clinical levels. The Ford Mustang (the only one at this show) had its silver-coated engine sparkling clean, it could easily compete with any bling bling out there.
The thing that took away my admiration though was the 1925 DKW motorcycle from Sati's Classic which had been restored from a scrappy-looking basic skeleton junk to this golden-brown super-glossy-must-have bike. I tell you, the things you can do with money. CREAM is nice, no doubt.

Sep 22, 2006

dci : lessons learnt 2

Okey folks, the last of the lessons learnt. am not sure how these can be clearly articulated into helping the kawa blogger (ubaya ya kuwa spoonfed with this 8-4-4 system), but personally i reckon i can apply the thoughts, ideas and associations learnt from the dci on many different things i do.


Case in point - When someone at the conference said that in Africa we have failed to manage our diversity (the repercussions in form of Rwanda genocide, SA apartheid + the fact that all these East Asian countries like Malaysia, Indonesia etc were at the same par with us economically while we gained independence and somehow did a GebreSelassie on us) i pictured how my blog can be a mouthpiece to celebrate the uniqueness of our people within their diversity. I pictured how different bloggers could come up with their own respective (and respectable) insights and share them with others for the betterment of themselves. I pictured how i could apply these lessons to my blog, my block, my community, my life. Like the butterfly effect, i wishfully think it'll have bigger and better effects if we first own the everyday struggle.
  • Al-Jazeera got props for highlighting "a balanced and unbiased" coverage of middle eastern events - it was applauded as a different view from all the "regular programming" that we are used to from reuters, cnn, sky etc.
  • I was shocked to find out that Ghana has 136 radio stations (12 state-owned, population: 22m) while here am still struggling to chezea this dial ishike Capital and not Kameme! Liberalization means more info reach more people. The trick again is to manage the diversity and not turn each station to be a tribal instigator. Just my thoughts.......
  • For bloggers, it means that podcasting has the potential to convert each blog to a radio station????
  • Also, i found out that when you try to tweng in Ghana, you're called a LAFA (local african, foreign accent!). Now that's a nice deterrent for those of us huku sides of Pumwani kujaribu kuongea ni kama we're from Atlanta.
  • Blogs and online media can be used to enhance participation in vertical dialogues. This is the same point as enabling info to flow bottom-up instead of the traditional top-down.
  • In KE for example, micro-activism on parts of our blogs can (and i believe will) make a difference in how things are run. Getting there means involving ourselves with great initiatives such as mzalendo.com, creating strong linkages that are no push-overs, then demanding for the changes we seek. Check out theyworkforyou.com
  • That although we may be safe thinking "phewx, the dci didn't come up with the dreaded code of conduct for the african blogosphere..." there are concerted efforts by the likes of the Internet Governance Forum to "regulate" - yes expand that idea, the internet. Also, i remember reading somewhere that the US has a scheme to dominate information warfare.
  • If you want to do biashara on the net, start with the end in mind. What are your best opportunities to realise your vision? To minimise costs, use free tools such as Blogger, Wordpress, engage forums and comment functions. Whiteafrican covers some of them.
  • "Everybody owns a Heidelberg now" (Peter Verweij), with personal blogs. I think the question to be asked is "What are you going to print on yours?"

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And, i arrest my case. That was what i learnt from the dci, i made quite a number of contacts (which few shall remain nameless), and i sincerely hope that others can benefit from the summit albeit via proxy. The lessons learnt, both previous posted and this one are available as a PDF for further circulation and am printing it to distribute locally. If you're interested, holla at me and i shall email it to you.

Sep 18, 2006

DCI : Enter Judas

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Black-loving Gtown is tranquil. As tranquil as Nairobi could ever dream of getting. The fresh unfettered misty air pangs you like a native of Chenobil. this is one place where you can feel the ease of life in the midst of birds singing. And at nite, the local swimming pool hosts a charged game of waterpolo, shouts and whistles filling the moon-lit horizon from my room.
The whistles, shouts and clamour instantly remind me of why am here - or more, of why some people have issues with me being here. You see, the way i view it is pretty simplistic.
I applied for the DCI like everyone else, got the scholarship and am here to learn. Moreover, am pressed to think that someone already concluded that we are not representative enuff. Concluded about my intentions or lack thereof to sambaza the knowledge i've acquired from here to benefit others besides myself. But nooooo, that doesn't seem to be a good enuff script for the self-acclaimed Real African Blogger.
Pause.
Ponder for a minute.
Laugh.
The laughter could be out of disrespect but it ain't. I mean, this is just too trivial to have caused this much vitroil. Lakini kwajili alianaza, lazima nijibu.
Let's keep it simple and stupid, shall we? Am not going to qualify what passes as a blog, who passes as an African, a blogger or an African blogger for that matter. You're who you think you are. Jijazie.
Did i gain from this conference? Yes, beyond my expectations. And since am not anywhere playing fiddle to someone's request to wait for the speeches to ".....savage or praise them with due consideration", i will run it personally the same way i envisaged and resort to blog each lesson learnt as way of EMPOWERING and DEVELOPING others skills. Maybe someone else can benefit from these "30 pieces of silver".
But it's got me thinking, so what exactly is the script that the Real African Blogger needs us to play? My questions pop this way, na natumai ntapata majibu za kiutu uzima.
If we all applied at the same time, same place, doesnt that account for a transparent and fair process?
If AB&H received the scholarship, angeikataa on the basis that the panel was predominantly white? Leo hii tukiwa na kiburi kwa walio na elimu/ujuzi kutushinda, tunaenda wapi on the pretext of colour tunaenda wapi?
What is racist if not the above?
If Kipketer is Danish what stops a ........ oh, wait. Let me rephrase. Doesn't a white person born in Africa qualify to be African? Egyptians are super-light in hue, are they Africans? Do you have to be a coal-coloured miro to own that term?
Kwa nini kubomoa badala ya kujijenga hata kama ni kupata mafunzo kwa waliotutangulia kwa elimu kama kublogu?
Kama waweza kufanya zaidi ya waliochukua mkono wa mbele, then do it! Mimi najitolea kujilipia all expenses na nimbebee bag ya 30 pieces of silver kwa kunialika!I came out of Gtown a betta blogger and a BETTA EQUIPPED AFRICAN regardless of who convened the conference. Which part of this sentence doesn't make sense?
As was my intention, I'll redistribute the lessons tenfold. Shouldn't we be concentrating on teaching each other new skills and not kupepeta moto za upuzi? Hii ndio sababu kubwa namheshimu Ndesanjo kwa kuwa anapatiana changa moto na mafunzo muhimu tunazohitaji wakati wa sasa kama Waafrika - weusi au weupe.If am invited or get a scholarship to Gtown again or anywhere else for the intention of advancing my skills, whether its China, Molo, Moshi or Timbuktu, i'll take it. And that's free. What if they add 30 pieces of silver juu yake?

Sep 14, 2006

Heat and Cold at DCI

Damn it's cold! That's all i can think inside the lecture hall at the Digital Citizen Indaba. Am in GTown in the East Cape of South Africa and the weather here takes a backseat to the hot digital citizenry issues that are under discussion today. Bloggers, mobloggers, vbloggers, hactivists are all gathered to brainstorm on the new "journalism" sunami that is raging upon us all. I liked one speaker's comment -
"Whatever threatens journalism is journalism in itself"

Sep 8, 2006

911 : An Afterthought

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I can’t help being a skeptic. I was brought up to question things, chew my food and not just swallow whole. And after seeing so much drama - orchestrated drama on this planet, am left questioning all the minute spaces there may be in “sincerity”. Am actively suffocating any pockets of gullibility left in me coz hey, only dead omena swim along with the current. My mind’s constantly on a roll of questions. What is truth? What is real? Do they matter? If they do, why? And to whom?

Not to sound like a shrink or someone in dire need of one, I don’t contend with issues without trying to understand the facts and build-up behind them. Finite eyes can only visualize finite things and despite this limitation we are still able to dig up the truths about event's pasts and the meaning behind things. More powerful however is an open mind, for it comprehends grander stuff than what meets the eye. It’s the sapien sapiens in all of us that questions, searches, researches, dismantles and constructs meanings.

So am glued in front of this gigantic silver screen watching events of the doomed United Flight 93 Hollywoodly unfold before my finite eyes. Before I came here I had almost 93 reasons why I didn’t feel like watching this flick – from the fact that it’ll be a fiction totally incompatible with the reality that bore it, to the obvious innuendos that will be littered in its scripts to the detriment of some quarters, namely Islam, Arabs etc. But still I always loved a good show; and it’s amazing how much you can see when you want to see. The vice versa is equally true.

So after a sizeable amount of the aforementioned, the movie ends as spectacularly as how real life would if you plummeted over 30,000 feet to the ground. It’s another incredible fiction from the media arm of Propaganda United and from that merit it’s nice to watch if you’re into CG and Visual FX – extraordinary stuff in there. However, I found out that if you’re realistically inclined, the end proves to be the beginning of a stream of mental questions.
Tuanze.

Isn’t it incredible how an entire Boeing 757 – in Kenyan terms, the size of a length stretch of 15 or so Kibera mabati shanties, virtually did a kiini macho stunt right before the fields of Shanksville? To this date, there’s no actual footage of the entire wreckage of this humongous aircraft apart from mabati kidogo kidogo here and there. All these while, the victims’ bodies were being recovered, while the whole plane varnished!! Salaala!

Isn’t it incredible how those America-hating-kamikaze-bedouins managed to pull off such an exploit in the first instance? Picture 19 very-Middle-Eastern-looking jamaz passing undetected with their box-cutters in the jaws of the tightest aviation security, manage to hijack these planes using the same box-cutters (plus bomb hoaxes), still manage to reach the secure cockpits (some manned by ex-military pilots), still manage to effectively take control the planes, still manage to fly them for …… I don’t recall how long but long enuff to hit something as precise as oh, I don’t know, the Pentagon? Here’s the icing, apparently this happened after circling four to five times above the five-sided intelligence headquarters…. aaahm unnoticed and causing no suspicion at all. Climax!

Isn’t it incredible that before The Matrix Trilogy ever came out from Hollywood, here were some real people pulling real-life stunts like these? I mean, its no feat - no photograph of any hijackers boarding the flights, no tickets bought for the flights either yet they still managed to get in. Won’t I love to know how to do that, I can go to all the dream destinations I’ve wanted to. No distress signals sent out of the planes… I mean, what were the pilots/copilots thinking? You have suicidal kurutus banging on the cockpit door (trying to fervently get in using box-cutters) and still you do nothing to alert the authorities of this impending hijack? Lo! Kumekujwo!

Isn’t it incredible that they managed to replicate this drama not once, not twice, not thrice but five times that one single 11th day of September without a whiff from the most articulate intelligence outfits known to present man? I mean, really, don’t you just admire these !@$@#% super-efficient Islamists? At this point, they make Neo look very amateurish! Enda cheza na watoto wadogo!

Isn’t it incredible that 5 years down the line, just about the entire (ok, am hyperbolic) leading academia in the West believe the truth behind 911 was and is still hidden from the public. If you’re skeptical like me, this is a great read to unravel some of those reservations: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/9/11_Truth_Movement, heck, I think this should even be taught in kindergartens! Exactly where we were (reading a book upside down) when it was all unfolding. See how calm we was? You think we knew about the whole mission? Kumbaf!

Then when kids get to K2, we can teach them abit of good old-fashioned truth.
Am trying hard to escape to Zion from this collective unconsciousness of media-driven simulations. Is it simulated? Is it real? What is real? What is truth? Do they matter? If they do, why? And to whom?

Ahhhhhhh, too many questions, why don’t we just believe what we are told! Or read. Or see.

Sep 1, 2006

Complexities I

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It felt like a dream, sweet vanilla ice cream. I got intoxicated by the romantic steam, floating downstream, then we hit the rocks and I didn’t want it no more. I didn’t want to fall in love again because I had learnt that not just rocks break, hearts do too. One mistake is enough to make you leap over the waterfalls so I closed up, wasn’t ready for any plunges yet. Then someone came into my life that I had not planned for. She had no pre-conceptions, no pretensions. It was like the perfect beginning. Or the start of a new beginning. Nothing could come between this thing we were starting. It was meant to be, destiny if you will. One morning I awoke with the sun’s rising on the East and she was at the West. Strange what can happen while you’re having your kawaida forty winks.

How did this happen? How could life go on? If this wasn’t it, what was? I could have packed my bags to join her, yet I didn’t. There was something amiss about my indifference but what was wrong with it I could not tell. The sun’s setting made all the black and whites a lot grayer. This day I had no faith we could survive the cold of the night. We needed more than just a dream to hang onto. Everyone thought it would last but we casually let it slip. We both had too much pride inside, we needed to fly into the open blue and dance among the stars. The sky was calling and I thought if us together was not its limit then ecstasy awaited us somewhere else.

More chaotic days followed, stuck in the dark of what my life had become, stuck in the middle of my life and my dream. I let go of that dream to stick to my life. It was inevitable. The Chinese said if you don’t change your direction, you’re bound to end up where you’re going. So I moved on, stayed true to myself, my ideals, and my reality. I recalled the conversations that I used to have, learning from the old man at the base of the Great Tsavo Baobab tree. I remember him saying, “Son, you can build dreams. Construct them as you would a cowshed. Carve them as you would a mwiko, mold them and even change them”. Each of these lessons was given with a distant look into the outstretching plain giving it the credence of age-molded wisdom. He went on, “Just as long as you don’t lose the essence of your being. I know you don’t know this lesson and you look like you don’t want to learn it, but, in life you have to be willing to learn though you may not be willing to be taught”. With that he took a sip from his calabash and left me to wander in my mental abyss, processing the depth of his words.

I reflected and pondered, pondered and reflected. When I stood up from the ground and began treading, I could feel the ease at which I carried my burdens. I trod on. Same direction. New zeal.

Aug 28, 2006

Mt. Longonot : Conquered

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There's an inimitable natural high that overcomes you when you overcome a natural high. This is exactly the feeling I got on the rim of Mt. Longonot this past Wednesday. It was not the shortness of breath at this height that took my breath away. It was the magnificent, completely astounding sight that greets you when you reach the top after an hour or so of wading through crumbled tufa-filled ravines. From here, you can see the parasitic cone below looking like a kid trying to keep up with the mum, the stretch of Lake Naivasha glittering in the afternoon sun and the openness of the Rift Valley lay open reminiscent of a treasure map – with all the spots clearly visible for miles on end.

Nothing beats a supercharged hike up 2,776 metres topped up with a superdelicious homemade sandwich. It’s your perfect definition of “Climax”.

Up here, if you close your eyes standing at the edge of the knife-edged rim, feeling the swishing breeze lifting your thoughts, you’re united with the drums and fullness of ancient Africa’s life. Further thoughts drift you to the birth of this wonder; you feel the raw heat of red-hot lava souring upwards trying to find expression on the surface. You’re acquainted with images of seething 340 degrees of activity several thousand metres below the serene green surface. Quiet steam escapes from its side vents whispering songs of enchanting majesty and unexplored possibilities which make me wander in my own whispers of self-reflection and realization.

At this height, you rapidly descend into feelings of overpowering irresistibility to nature’s aphrodisiac and the humbling effect of your relative insignificance in the midst of this colossal chasm.

Then the thought that you overcame it makes you high and takes you higher.