I find fault in the use of ‘African’ as a prefix to words like Alchemist, or Boy, or King. I understand our current predicament. I understand that calling oneself an alchemist only arouses the image of a bearded old man – a white man. Our history was white-washed and our mindsets enslaved by nursery rhymes. It is our identity that was chained and taken away on dhows to the lands we once conquered. We were forced to return as servants. Our gold ornaments hidden away in vaults, our hair called shaggy, our beards trimmed to please the “Suh”. Continue reading WORDS| Black James Bond
Time is of the essence…
Hey there Sir
I want to say hello in a bunch of ways; pleasantries from multiple generations. From a baby screaming her lungs out to a pant-sagging teen saying, “Wassup! ” to the simple, “hallo” from the men of old.
You see, sir, I have a problem addressing you. I can’t quite find the comfort in addressing you by your own terms.
Afternoon? Evening? Good morning?
No. We’re not having any of that. Besides, at twelve minutes to two a.m., there’s no prescribed way of calling your attention to this brief correspondence.
I hope you’re not too sleepy. I hope you’ve had a slow week. I hope you haven’t been too busy. I hope you finally grew weary. I hope the race became too long for you.
I mean, we’re always running against you. We’re always losing – and losing badly – but we never stop trying. We…
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I often find plain spaghetti a little bit of a boring dish, even when had with stew. So here I’ll cook with you a less boring spaghetti dish. Enjoy! Continue reading Simple Kitchen| Simple spaghetti mix
There are times we want to eat our left over food and still have some freshness in our food. My curiosity led to a journey of discovery and I learnt that using an oven is as easy as ABC. This simple recipe is also a way to bring in new skills to the kitchen either at a visit to close family or even at home. I will teach you how to cook some oven baked beef using just honey and salt as my spice. Continue reading Oven Baked Beef
It’s the 31st day of July, eight days from the 2017 general elections. Nairobi is at a partial standstill business-wise, but the music keeps flowing. And it’s better than ever. Continue reading TOP 5 SONGS FROM NAIROBI THIS PAST WEEK
Some days are special. Some days you wake up and you notice the birds chirping outside your window. These are the kind of days when you really feel that the world has the potential to be beautiful. That it was indeed intended to be a garden with rivers of honey and gold flowing freely. That all men were destined to be equal, to eat fruit and to pet cheetahs; to weigh the world between their ears, to mull over the balance that is needed in the animal kingdom and to ponder upon the issues that arose the previous day – the smaller animals’ complaints against the larger ones. To meditate. To reason. To think.
Growing up in Machakos in the early 90s the most revered automotive brand my father would talk to me about was Peugeot. His enthusiasm for the brand ignited a curiosity in me and I began to notice that he had more than enough reason to give the brand so much credit. At the time, the Peugeot 504 had taken Kenya by storm for a few years already. It was the police man’s vehicle of choice, it was a taxi, a family car, a farmer’s best friend, a matatu, a school bus, a van; you name it, it could do it. Continue reading The 504