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KTN’s Larry Madowo interviews Kahenya Kamunyu and Mark Kaigwa on Social Media

In Happenings on November 20, 2009 at 3:34 pm

Last week, Larry Madowo – Business Anchor for KTN, sent out a tweet to his followers on who to bring to KTN’s Sunrise Live show the following morning to talk about Social Media. The said person would accompany Kenyan Twitter Rockstar and techpreneur (not to mention, good friend of mine) Kahenya Kamunyu.

Thanks to the likes of Teddy and many other people on Twitter, I was recommended and got Larry’s call later that evening. I was both humbled and very grateful for those who put in the good word from me, and I hope I did them justice in the interview, of which is an excerpt below via Kahenya.

EXCLUSIVE: @DawaTheFilm and Just A Band (@justabandwidth) (PICS) #Screening #Africa #KenyansOnTwitter

In Perspective on November 16, 2009 at 9:04 am

@DawaTheFilm – Http://Twitter.com/DawaTheFilm visited Just A Band last week for an evening of chilling, lounging and a surprise visit by The Teichmann Brothers who also watched Dawa The Film and gave a good review.

@Jimchuchu @nairobidhobi and @82blink were present with @mbithi @Mugash and @WairimuG were in the building. Not forgetting Njoki Ngumi, who we tried to convince to get on Twitter.

Was great, had a lively discussion and got to listen to the band’s sophomore album (In stores, Amazon, iTunes and Blip.fm)

Mark Kaigwa
Http://Ukwelii.wordpress.com

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We Won 2nd Place at @MarketingAfrica Quiz Night at The Carnivore Restaurant with Team ‘So-Mbili’ Last Night!!!

In Perspective on November 14, 2009 at 6:22 am

———- Forwarded message ———-
From: Mark Kaigwa
Date: Sat, 14 Nov 2009 01:02:10 +0300
Subject: We Won 2nd Place at @MarketingAfrica Quiz Night at The
Carnivore Restaurant with Team ‘So-Mbili’ Tonight
To: post@posterous

Good times!

That’s @WairimuG wit me and Art Director Tony and the rest of the
Crew: Client Service George and Kelvin And Art Director Jeff.

Big up Marketing Africa!

Big up Team So-Mbili!

Mark Kaigwa
- Sent from my Nokia e63 -

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World Cyber Games Kenya Team is here!

In Perspective on October 26, 2009 at 9:22 pm

So, if you’ve been keeping up with things on the Ukwelii Blog, a couple weeks ago, I told you about the WCG Kenya Team Finals happening at the Village Market.

They went down, and we’re pretty successful. For those who were unable to make it, and those who want to cheer the Kenya team, they leave in around 2 weeks for China to represent Kenya at the World Cyber Games.

There’s an official website for Kenya and Facebook group now so you can keep up with all the action.

It was sponsored by D Link, Mecer, The Village Market, and the awesome guys behind The Lwanda Magere Comic,

Don’t forget to check out the video below for all the action from the Village Market.

The event was the first of its kind and is called the NexGen Gaming Tournament.

Seems gaming’s taking good footing in Kenya, I wish Erix, Nathan, Deen and the gang all the best.

WaKenya eeeeeh!!!! WaKenya aaaaaahhhh!!!!

Go Kenya.

Wonder if they’ve got a name – like Shujaa – 7’s team, Chipu – short for Chipukizi – under 20 7’s Rugby team… WCG Gaming Team – Chezo? I don’t know :)

Kibera Kid

In African Filmmaking, Film on October 20, 2009 at 2:49 pm
Screen shot from Kibera Kid, Nathan Collett's ... 

As part of the continuing series on African Filmmaking, we look at a film that’s made acclaim in both filmmaking and development in Nairobi’s Kibera Slum.

We’re looking at Kibera Kid this time. A short film revolving around the choices that people have in Kibera, and one young boy’s choice to change his fate.

Otieno, a twelve year old orphan living in Kibera, Kenya, Africa’s largest slum,  lives with the Razors gang, his substitute family.  Otieno has to choose between a life of crime or redemption. KIBERA KID was shot entirely on location in Kibera, with a cast from Kibera. KIBERA KID has won seven international awards, including the prestigious student EMMY, has been screened at 38 international film festivals and has been featured by media throughout the world.

 

Nathan Collett, the film’s Writer/Director/Co-Producer studied African History at Stanford University, California, USA and completed his Post-Graduate degree in Film Production (MFA) at the University of Southern California Film School. Nathan was a Fulbright scholar (2006-2007), researching storytelling in Nairobi slums.

From this, he founded Hot Sun Films and it’s non-profit arm Hot Sun Foundation, both located in Kibera in Nairobi, Kenya. Hot Sun Foundation started the Kibera Film School to train youth in all aspects of filmmaking. Through filmmaking and cultural exchange, Nathan hopes to change the world’s impressions of Africa. And so far, with the progress Togetherness Supreme is making, they’re getting there.

Hot Sun Films is currently producing the follow up the 12 minute short, Kibera Kid. The first-ever feature film made in Kibera, TOGETHERNESS SUPREME, a story of hope and reconciliation. It’s a fictional feature film made through screenwriting workshops with over 50 young residents of Kibera and examines the events related to the 2008 post-election violence. It’s positive message and unique approach are sure to bring it success similar to the 7 Awards that Kibera Kid was awarded including a 2007 Student Emmy for Best Children’s Film. It’s also been covered extensively by Reuters and The BBC.

A Teaser for the film is out on Youtube and you can keep up with Hot Sun Films on Youtube here

The film’s cast all come from the Kibera Slum and are a part of the Hot Sun Foundation’s initiatives to bring sustainable development projects to Kibera. So far, they’ve kept a pretty detailed log of how things have been going as far as the filming and production of the film on their About Page. They’re shooting on a RED Camera, they’re the only ones at the moment with the RED One camera in East Africa. The first Kenyan film to be shot on a RED was Judy Kibinge’s short film The Killer Necklace a couple years ago.

A great film and an awesome initiative, it’s amazing to see this kind of dedication to developing Kibera, which will finally be known for something other than what’s been making the news recently: Slum Tourism. I can’t wait to watch Togetherness Supreme and all the other films that will come from the Kibera Film School.

 

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World Cyber Games Kenya Team Finals

In Happenings on October 16, 2009 at 2:48 pm

So Kenya’s going to give the World Cyber Games a shot, and they’re putting together a team to represent the nation in the Gaming Olympics, so to speak.

Go Kenya Go!

For any gamers out there, the details below.

Date: 17th of October 2009

Venue:The Village Market Pool Hall

Time: 10 AM to 10 PM

Le Damages:  Ksh. 1,000 for Competitors and Ksh. 100 for Spectators

Games: Starcraft and FIFA ‘09

And they’re seriously looking for the best competitors at both.

There’ll also be a couple rounds of Call of Duty 4 (LAN) with some Xbox 360s for those who want to console themselves (pun intended).

Just to let you know a little about the WCG Games – this year’s Prize money is $500,000 so just the same way Kenyans do the marathon, we’re about to run the Gaming world.

Other games to be played at the WCG include Guitar Hero (Why Kenyans aren’t already going crazy over this game, I still don’t know)

It’s been organised by the most passionate Anime fanatics in East Africa (The whole continent in my opinion) – the Anime Anonymous Group on Facebook, chock full of Bleach, Samurai X and Manga Fanatics (Like you wouldn’t believe)

They meet up monthly and have got over 800 members in the FB Group and even have an Official Facebook App – And a pretty good one I might add.

Did You Know?

In Perspective on October 12, 2009 at 7:17 am

This is a collection of the popular “Did you Know” series of video visualizations on amazing statistics that will amaze you and possibly blow your mind. Plenty to think about when you look at where the world is now, how it got there, and projections for where it’s going. Awesome to watch.

We showed one during TEDxNairobi so thought I would share the whole collection. Enjoy.

Would be great if we could have an Africa-specific one. Would be plenty of food for thought there, don’t you think? And so much to talk about i.e. Dead Aid, Governance, Cultures, Ethnicities,  the list goes on.

Thoughts?

The Dance for Wives by Paul Ekuru

In Film on October 5, 2009 at 11:00 pm

As part of a series of posts on African FilmmakingUkwelii and The Eumagine Factory will be looking at East African Film in the region both those that have been in circulation for a while, and some new content in the region.

Eumagine is doing some great things including the amazing concept for EumagineTV (I found out about them via Twitter) and whatever insight I can lend towards shining a bit of light on the East African Filmmaking industry, I’d be glad to.

In this first instalment of the series, we look at Paul Ekuru’s trailer for his short film The Dance for Wives – who you can fan on Facebook here. Paul Ekuru’s a good friend of mine and a director I respect. He came out of the Maisha Film Lab with this screenplay and got it to shootable and actually shot it. He attended the Maisha Film Lab at the Kenya International Film Festival (I was another one of the participants) and his screenplay was selected from 8 screenplays.

Shooting, he was respectful to all cast and crew and went well out of his way to make sure everyone and everything was well taken care of. A mark of character that will definitely see him succeed in this industry, I believe.

He’s since had the film screened at the Zanzibar International Film Festival and was nominated for two Kalasha Award for Best Short Film (That award went to Judy Kibinge for her short film The Killer Necklace) and for Best Leading Actress – Karen ‘Kaz’ Lucas.

The Poster for the Nairobi premiere which was at Alliance Francaise. And the Cast and Crew in attendance getting recognised for their efforts in putting the film together. From Right to Left: My apologies for not getting all the names during the event. (Sound Guy/Jack of all Trades, Actor (Melvin Alusa), Actress (Mumbi Kaigwa),  Props and Costumes (Bernadette Otieno), Writer/Director (Paul Ekuru) and their Director of Photography)

 

And what you’ve been waiting for…The Trailer.

Any thoughts on the film? How about on Kenyan Film/African Film in General. I’d like to know.

The Career Evolution in Advertising (via KingJamesBlog)

In Perspective on September 29, 2009 at 7:47 am

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Mo Faya The Musical

In Happenings, Perspective on September 26, 2009 at 12:28 pm

Mo Faya The MusicalA couple years ago, I was fortunate enough to attend what I consider one of the greatest Kenyan theatre plays of all time. It blew my mind to possibilities and intricacies in my culture and more specifically Sheng. And in some regard, it paved the way for some of the work I went on to do including working with Warner Bros.

The play was Lwanda: A Ghetto Story. [A review on Mwafrika.Com]

With Eric Wainaina, Dan “Chizi” Aceda, Helen Mtawali, Kiki Mutungi, Jacquie Nyaminde – Wilbroda on Papa Shirandula and two of my favourite characters in the play Karis and Oti played by Sam Kihiu and Joshua Mwai. Mumbi Kaigwa gave a splendid performance as the greedy seductress Anna Mali.

I laughed so hard, so heartily and enjoyed a hot, spicy plate of Kenyan culture, seasoned with song, dance and infectious rhythms. I would call it one of the most remarkable stage performances I’ve ever experienced.

Lwandas also went on a nationwide tour sponsored by Uraia

That play is now known as Mo Faya The Musical. In a couple days,  and is set to tour Broadway at the New York Musical Theatre Festival with 6 shows lined up for them.

The Cast and Crew this time around, include Tim Rimbui (Sound Design), John Sibi Okumu (Director), Mike Inwood (Lighting Designer), Bernita Robinson (Stage Manager), Michael Joseph Ormond (Production Stage Manager) Ken Larson (Set Designer), Daniel Kiwasi (Choreographer), Carol Atemi, Valerie Kimani and Mumbi Kaigwa. Not forgetting Eric Wainaina of course.

I can’t wait to see and hear what comes out of it. See below for the synopsis of Mo Faya. I’m sure it will be just as exhilarating and hilarous as it first was.

DJ Lwanda’s voice rings out daily on local radio, leading and inspiring the Nairobi community of Kwa Maji. But Anna Mali, an avaricious real estate diva, craves the land beneath their slum. She seduces the fiery young DJ away with a job at a top nationwide station, and organizes a violent campaign to terrorize the people of Kwa Maji. When the government and media turn a blind eye to the decapitated bodies in the streets, DJ Lwanda must return home to expose the truth. But at what cost?

You can follow Mo Faya The Musical (Attend it via Facebook, Follow them on Twitter or keep up with them via their blog.

Facebook http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=134456791700&ref=ts#/group.php?gid=134023360673
Twitter http://www.twitter.com/mofayamusical
Show Site http://www.mofayathemusical.com/blog

Any experiences in theatre you would care to share? Any must-see plays you know of? Theatre not really your thing?

The African Filmmaking Diaries: Episode 0

In Film, Happenings, Perspective on September 25, 2009 at 9:21 pm

I had the privilege of attending the Maisha Filmmaking Lab this summer, and the experience was eye-opening, tiring, exhilarating and very rewarding. I went in with a half-baked script (In retrospect, only God knows how it got selected) and I came out with a short film that I’m proud to have my name on.

I learnt a whole lot, and I felt it only fair to share my experiences from Maisha on:

  • Writing – From a concept to a screenplay.
  • Rewriting – The unmistakable process that makes screenwriting what it is.
  • Pitching – The 15 Minute pitch to direct film as experienced by me :)
  • Pre-production – Casting, Reccies and Planning, Planning and some more Planning.
  • Directing – From making short lists to your Shot List. Working with Actors, etc.
  • Editing – Make room for the cutting room.

Now, I am by no means an expert on any of these things, nor do I claim to be, but I want to share my experience and hope it will inspire or teach something to someone. I will be doing this all from the perspective of Dawa, my short film.

Along with my film, I’ll also showcase a couple Kenyan and East African Films that you ought to have a  look at. Some in post-production, some that have been released and some that are ongoing projects. I’ll include videos and hopefully examples that can help inspire and encourage you to do capture light and do something with it. :)

Hope you enjoy the ride over the next couple of blog posts…

Sit tight for the African Filmmaking Diaries!

#Stigvote : A Twitter Story

In History's Future, Perspective on August 31, 2009 at 4:34 pm

Forewarning: You probably need to be familiar with Twitter and The Stig to really enjoy this article…

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The-African-Stig

Some say he’s powered by a warped core, and that he has tyremarks for fingerprints…

Some say he can slam a revolving door and that his premolars are what are commonly referred to as ‘blood diamonds’…

Others claim that his blood type is ‘Unleaded’ and if you tune in to the 1245 MW Frequency, you can hear his thoughts…All we know is that he’s called The Stig.

It was a conspicuously sunny Nairobi afternoon, as @mkaigwa (known from here on out as TheRealStig) walked around in his ‘Oval Office’ pacing the length of the room searching for a corner. He was also pondering all things horse-trading, flea-markets and lampshades. In the midst of his thunderous brainstorm, from the comfort of his umbrella, he sent out a tweet. A tweet that would change the face of the Tweetmosphere…forever. One of the greatest revelations to a modern mystery that has baffled millions of car enthusiasts the world over. He exposed, that He indeed was…The Stig.

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Simple it was. A statement that was true, fair and just (all three words in the Kenyan context). But not so. For soon after this tweet was hurriedly placed behind a cursor and sent at lightening speed through the interwebs to appear to some +350 followers, there would be trouble in paradise.

Meanwhile in a dreary and drizzly London, from a pro-Arsenal cafe, sat @Shaun_g, also known as ‘Leader of the Resistance’ or LoR. As pulses of Arsenal-blood flowed through his body to his fingers, Shaun_G was also to send out a tweet that would shake the foundations of the Twitterverse. He challenged @mkaigwa and claimed HE was The Stig.

It left @mkaigwa disturbed. He paced up and down the halls, with great unease. This prompted him to seek the counsel of one of his wise men. Having been challenged, and the masses being told of this farcical reality, it was the wise words of @alfredmutua that prompted @mkaigwa to find a democratic view to resolving matters.

It was to be decided, who indeed is The Stig. By means of a vote. Not just any vote, but #StigVote.

In The Beginning

The Campaign Trail

And they were off. @mkaigwa began the lobbying for his election (and appropriate renaming) as “The Democratically Elected, People Chosen, Fairly Voted Stig” or TDEPCFVS for short. It wouldn’t be easy, @Shaun_G was prepared, he was poised, and with his international credentials, looked set to mount serious challenge to the incumbent @mkaigwa.

The campaign styles were simple. Get people on Twitter to ‘vote’ for whichever candidate they felt best represented them. Some chose not to vote, others chose to vote either both ways, but there was soon to be a twist.

Watching from his lair, deep in the labyrinth beneath Nairobi (Also known as E-dust-real area). Unbeknownst to the common man, was the coy @intelligensia. At this point, #Stigvote was looking like a two-horse race, a good-old Obama-McCain or an Ali-Foreman. But @intelligensia was having none of it. Needless to say, a large 6 foot tall spanner was tossed into the election and it became a three-legged horse race for the official Twitter Title of TDEPCFVS.

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It seemed that there were plenty who were unaware of this monumental race, it was a Manyoo-Liverpool-Chelsea or in my case, a Inter-AC-Juventus race for the Title. It was big. It was really big. Like El Clasico, only with three teams…so El Grande Classico (Why do I feel that doesn’t make any sense in Spanish?)

This battle, it seemed, was to be won and lost deep in the servers and networks of the interwebs. It was a level playing ground, and @mkaigwa was pulling out all the stops to make sure he would be fairly re-elected. His campaign manager @louizah sent out the word, and was quick to persuade the masses on who to pick. But it was close, @Shaun_G and @intelligensia had soon caught up to @mkaigwa’s supposed lead, and things looked like they would go down to the wire.

Supporters were tense, and this soon showed as ‘deals’ began being struck left, right and centre. The @mkaigwa camp stood its ground as it slipped into last place as @Shaun_G and @intelligensia struck deals in high places with Kenya’s Twitterati. It started off innocently with @swmaina asking if anyone had something for him to eat, but the events that followed shook the walls of twitter integrity for years to come. It soon became apparent that @swmaina was not looking for anything edible.

The Society of Blogs for Better Tweets (or SoBleets) has reserved the right to show this tweets contents.

Retouch

It all went downhill from there, from open e-bribes to cookies, milk and drinks of a markedly higher potency being promised in return for vote. It must be said, however, that @Shaun_G did excellent in this arena, covering his tracks by going to DM Status (The equivalent of door-to-door Marketing) His strategy would soon pay off, as @intelligensia’s house of cards came tumbling down. Messages like this were soon appearing on screens across the world.

Won me over

@intelligensia was not to be outdone so easily and soon began receiving requests of his own…

Widespread Rigging

@intelligensia tried to throw the heat off him and his ‘Electioneering team’ He would soon bite his words, as @swmaina would soon make a confession meant to build @intelligensia’s campaign and give it credibility that hurt @intelligensia’s public image. @Swmaina had confessed to being bought, and was going to use his spare vote (Granted to him on a Stig Pardon by @mkaigwa) to re-vote.

This would lead to a Delegation of a Team of Experts of Prominent Persons Enlisted on a Shortlist or DATEPPES being sent to investigate. But @intelligensia’s light in the race, was fast disappearing. @Shaun_G had overtaken him in the polls, and @mkaigwa held his slender lead. @mkaigwa was hard-pressed by events. Instead of chasing after votes, he sought clout, one vote that would change all votes.

@mkaigwa won @mamajunkyard’s vote and in a change of events (just like when Obama landed a big State and got more points in the Electoral College) He was in the lead again.

There was also the great support of key individuals in Mark’s party.

Mafans Kibaooo

A Timeline was quickly set to 2 PM CAT and as the clock ticked slowly, sweaty fingers typed on keyboards Africa-wide and worldwide urging the masses to vote.

In every election, there are ‘spoilers’ @intelligensia is a spoiler, since this was a two-horse race, but he can be classified as an official spoiler. A last mid-election appearance on the ballot papers was @schunga who sought to clarify some issues.

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Such late entries to the Election were quickly dismissed. At 2 PM CAT, the Official Results Came in…

Sweeping Victory

The Race from here on out, defines words, and can only be described with….Tweets.

Going Ahead with Ceremony

Official Results

The Swearing in Ceremony had started, and it seems while others were being sworn in as Helmet Secretary, others began protesting the outcome.

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But it seemed the decision was final, and though it was a close race, The Winner had been decided.

Rigged out...Awww

Oh, well…You win some you lose some…That’s a #Stigvote for you.

(Stage Directions:) Draw Curtains.

THE END.

Buses, Busia and The Border

In Happenings, Perspective on July 27, 2009 at 4:45 pm

So far, so great in Kampala. I love it here. It’s green like The Hulk and what Al Gore wants the world to look like. Weather’s great too. People are great too.

The trip was equally as ‘enlightening’ I took the night bus with fellow screenwriter and Maisha Finalist Bernadette Otieno for company. We took an Akamba bus to Kampala, and left on Friday at 7 PM. Bus wasn’t that full, which was weird. I soon found out that it would get weirder, people started getting off the bus as soon as Uthiru sides. What I haven’t mentioned is the mad rush I had to make for the bus. I left South B at 6 PM to hopefully get to Lagos Road by 7 PM. During rush-hour. On a Friday. On a rainy evening. *What was I thinking?* Well, God made a way, and I made it on time.

So how it works is that the Akamba bus to Kampala acts as a bus for all the other stops on your way to Kampala. So we also had passengers from Nakuru, Kisumu, Siaya and Busia. We were going to use Busia as our point-of-entry into Kampala. I had nothing to worry about, never been to Western Province in general, so was looking forward to the ride. I also tried to keep people updated via tweets and status updates. Funny thing I noted, though. At 2 A.M in Kisumu, everyone on board looked like a washed up extra on Lost or Pirates of The Carribean…All they needed to say was “Where’s Lock?” or go “Aarrgh, Matey!” It was too funny, obviously I might have been saying this because I was nowhere near a mirror, but that was besides the point.

I slept a good part of the way, something I’m thankful for. But our stops in Nakuru were cool. I’m not a fan of diuretics when travelling, but seems everyone else was – with people having coffees, teas, cokes etc. It was an interesting ride though. Was nice to stand in places I’d never stood before, didn’t eat anything at the stops, though, heard too many stories of  ‘that guy’ and trust me, I don’t (and neither do you) want to be ‘that guy.’ You know how the stories are “ Hey, did you hear about that guy who ate… at the bus stop at… it totally left him… and his road trip ended up being… all because he…” Feel free to fill in the gaps. And I had my chances, dozens of guys shouting “Njugu! Njugu! Njugu! Njugu Karanga! Njugu Chemsha! Njugu Patisha!” (Njugu are groundnuts or as you might call them – peanuts) and plenty other foods you might want to taste on an ordinary day. But this was no ordinary night, so no chances. Stomach trouble on a 12 hour bus ride wasn’t what I signed up for.

The border is probably the most hilarious bit of the story. So the bus stops. It’s 4 AM and we have no idea where we are. We hear a loud voice shout from outside “Passports! Everybody with their passports!” So I had mine safely zipped up in my jacket. Heard plenty of stories from friends who’ve travelled to dozens of countries, the general rule of thumb is that you don’t let go of your passport. Ever. Especially in African countries. At the border. You didn’t just travel all the way to the border, just to get your passport stolen. Nope. Don’t think so.

The Busia Border Post - Yellow Jackets and All

The Busia Border Post - Yellow Jackets and All

I get off the bus, groggy like everyone else and coming to with my new surrounding. The guy in front of me is quickly ushered away by a guy chanting ‘Passport, Boss. Passport.’ He gives the stranger his passport and is led to what could only be the Immigration office around the corner. His accomplice had been eyeing me and the second before my big toe had touched the ground off the bus, he was hounding me. He seemed pretty legit (for 4 A.M – he had a blazer on…), though I only stared at him for half a second before he got my hand and began to tug for my passport as we walked toward the Immigration area. I gave my passport to him, but followed him awkwardly close as he zipped off, quick to put a brother in a choke hold if he tried anything…Politely, though (You know me). He led me to a window with some light and in lightening speed, began to fill out a yellow sheet of paper – my immigration papers. I was surprised, to say the least. “Occupation – he asked me.” I was still in a daze to his ‘hustle.’ It was 4 in the morning and he was as perky, chirpy and zingy as a …tangy pickled pepper served right after some orange juice. In my half-asleep-yet-awake-enough-to-put-a-brother-in-a-choke-hold-if-he-tried-me kinda daze, I muttered Journalist as my foggy memory thought what I was doing at the Busia border (I was going for a Screenwriters Workshop – My mind got as far as Writers Wor…*end of transmission* hence ending up on Writer, Writing, Journalism…Journalist!

Strange but true.

So in (I kid you not) in less than a minute, he pointed me to where I was to stand, and had a good laugh at my passport picture (No, you don’t want to know why.) I stood in line, gave my passport, got a stamp on it and received a blue paper in return. He quickly got my attention and drew me back to where we filled the original one. I stood again in awe as he asked me how long I would be in Kampala, I said 24 days, he put down a month. I was a bit awestruck. He quickly looked at me and with a cheesy salesman smile and beamed “In case of emergency.” I chuckled anxiously. He then smiled and said “ I’m sure you’ve got something for me. You know, for the trouble…” I chuckled again and went back to queue with the same bunch of people. I was confused though. Everyone still had the yellow form and I had a blue one now – all filled out too. I began to circle around the lines of people like a lightening struck moth – looking for a light. This guy, (gosh, I don’t even know his name, we never even got that far) saw me looking confused walking the people and called me. “Mark…Mark! Come here.” I approached. He pointed me to the other side of a gate i.e. The border to where I was supposed to go next. “I’ll take you,” he said. Like I had any other choice.

We approached a policeman who I showed the passport and blue form. He nodded, and sent me through the gate to the Uganda Immigration Office about 50 metres away. I walked with my good friend, thinking of the convenience he had saved me, and how I admired his hustle – for 4 in the morning, he made my day. I gave him something ‘for the trouble.’ He quickly told me he had to get back, he couldn’t get as far as where i was going. I knew he was going to get another ‘customer.’ I didn’t mind. He was good help.

I went on to queue at the Ugandan Immigration Office, a small office, akin to the Busia one. This time, I had company – from the other side of the border. They had yellow jackets – exactly like the City Council Officials in Nairobi – only the City Council officials have ‘Corruption is Evil – Parking Attendant’ on theirs. These fellows each had a wad of cash that if it was in it’s Kenyan equivalent, would have them far from the border at 4 AM but in some lavish hotel in Nairobi. Ugandan Shillings vis a vis Kenya Shillings retail at the ratio of 26:1. Still getting over that. I look at it like the math lesson I never asked for, paying back for any I missed :) These were some dodgy fellows who I’m sure could pull a fast one on me, and from what I heard  now, they pull stuff that ought to be in The Real Hustle.

I forget to mention, as I took in all these sights, Bernadette was on the other side of the border with her blue form wondering where to go. She gave me a call, and I went over to get her. She wasn’t as fortunate with her Immigration Writer Companion or IWC (I just made that up…they need an official name though.). He was a rather dicey character, while he filled out her forms, he chased after a fellow IWC who had a debt of his.

Note to IWC’s: That’s not a good look with the customers, so take notes: Chasing after debtors is a no-no.

(Back to regular programming)

And after helping Bernadette out with the forms, he quickly named his price… 200 Shillings – $2.7 …needless to say, she had to cough it up. He wasn’t smiling. I paid my guy less than half that – which is still quite a bit, but I had some change so I didn’t mind.

Note to IWC’s: Always smile, you can do it, if you’re that perky at 4 A.M. You can do it.

We went on to have the bus searched by ‘Customs Officials’ and trust me – whatever high tech approach you might be thinking now, it was a guy with a flashlight who walked through the bus and combed through luggage. Simple, but effective.

It was an experience I just had to share; too funny and special to keep to myself. So now you have an idea of what to expect when you get to the border…at 4 A.M.

If you have any border stories, I’d love to hear them…

Lola Kenya Screen Preview: Independent Producers in Eastern Africa Workshop

In Film, Happenings on July 20, 2009 at 8:13 am

Those interested in attending a 3-day policy-making brainstorming workshop at Lola Kenya Screen 2009 later this year can send their Application (request one), Motivation and CV to director@lolakenyascreen.org.

Lola Kenya Screen Logo
Deadline is 25 July 2009.

Independent producers from:

  • Eastern Congo-Kinshasa
  • Rwanda
  • Burundi
  • Tanzania
  • Uganda
  • Kenya
  • Sudan
  • Ethiopia
  • Eritrea
  • Djibouti
  • Somalia
  • Return tickets & accommodation for one participant per country available.

    It’s all part of the Lola Kenya Screen 2009 which will host plenty of skill development programmes. It runs from the 10th to the 15th of August Rut Gomez Sobrino of the Barcelona-based UNESCO Centre of Catalonia—UNESCOCAT leads the team of mentor experts who will conduct the programmes. Sobrino shall conduct a round table conference on the UNESCO Audiovisual E-Platform project in the framework of Lola Kenya Screen.

    Also present will be Danish television director, producer and concept-maker Anette Tony Hansen, who will facilitate the Television Drama for children and youth workshop with adults. It is expected that at least five TV drama films targeting children will be realised from this hands-on workshop and that thereafter there will be greater interest among TV practitioners to create more professional TV dramas for children and youth.

    All this and more. See Lola Kenya Screen
    Spread the word.

    Mawulire ki Kampala? Here I Come!

    In Film, Happenings, Perspective, Real Talk on July 9, 2009 at 11:22 am

    It’s been a minute since I hit up the blog, I know…but in case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been pleasantly distracted by Posterous and Twitter, on which I proclaim you can follow me much closer, and much better. Blog is for big news, like this news. With that, I might as well make it formal: I have good news. I’ve been selected as a finalist in the Annual Maisha Filmmakers Lab Program for 2009.

    Maisha lab snippet

    The Maisha Film Lab is arguably the best Filmmaking and Technical Lab in the region and it’s main lab is it’s Annual 23 day lab in Kampala, Uganda. This is one of the greatest stepping stones for filmmakers in Eastern Africa with many Maisha Alumni going on to chart out some serious headway in their respective film industries. Besides the Annual 23 Day lab, they also conduct 4 shorter Screenwriting Labs (8-days) at 4 Regional Film Festivals (I was a part of last year’s at the Kenya International Film Fest in Nairobi.) I’d encourage you, if you’d be interested in filmmaking or writing for screen to participate and apply for one of their labs.

    So I leave for the beautiful city of Kampala from the 25th of July to August 16th. Hopefully, if I don’t actually direct my film, I’ll assist in directing someone else’s. (fingers crossed) Directing is something I’ve really wanted to get into for the past couple months. I’ve been patiently writing, and though I’m yet to see a film through to production, it seems this might be my chance to do both. A quick recap into how I got into screenwriting.
    In December ‘07 I attended a Theatre Company Playwriting workshop with Playwright Roberta Levitow. I wasn’t a selected participant, but with some free time on my hands after finishing uni, I was so glad that Keith Pearson and Mumbi Kaigwa let me attend as the Go-pher :) . I ended up participating and eventually writing a comedic play on an altercation I had with The Kenya Police regarding a safety-belt in what could (only in Kenya) be referred to as ‘The Crackdown Era’ – Where The Great Matatu Reforms of 2007(R) occured. The skills I learnt there were (and continue to be) invaluable to me. They were the best foundation and exposure anyone could ask for. I served some great tea as well, by the way :)
    From then on, I went on to co-write the Warner Bros. Interactive  Project ‘Pamoja Mtaani‘ (Part of the HIV Free Generation Project) and work on 5 Animated Short Films. Cajetan Boy worked with me on Pamoja Mtaani, and he introduced me to Maisha. I sent in an application to the first Maisha Screenwriting Lab at KIFF (Kenya International Film Festival) and was accepted into the week-long screenwriters lab. I kept excellent notes and learnt plenty. I also developed a couple better screenplays, not to mention Radio and TV Scripts for Advertising (The industry, I’m slowly beginning to call House – not Home i.e. you can move house, you can’t move home… But no lie, it’s growing on me. :)
    Of that lab, came out Writer/Director Paul Ekuru’s The Dance for Wives (Which premiered in Kenya at Alliance Francaise on Monday 6th July after screening at the Zanzibar International Film Fest and The Rwanda International Film Fest…I was at the premiere and uploaded pics to my Posterous. View them here) I’m so glad to see Paul’s film get the attention it has had. It was nominated for two Kalasha Awards recently, Best Short Film and Best Leading Actress (Karen Lucas aka Kaz)
    So, long story short, applied as soon as I found out about this years lab, back in May and I got the call on the 2nd of July. Can’t wait to see what will come out of this Lab. I don’t know all of the other finalists personally, but I know that my friend Bernadette, also at last years Maisha Lab @ KIFF and Richard from Big Brother Africa 2 were selected.
    Can’t wait to meet, study, re-write, re-write, re-write and make movies! Wish me luck!

    The Gathering (TED Viewing)

    In Happenings, Perspective, Real Talk on June 15, 2009 at 6:32 pm

    Carrying on from where I left things with the Sneak Peek.

    Planning

    It was slightly hectic for most people who I approached to host the event. It was a week to the date, and most venues were either booked, or had a strict booking policy. All of which was understandable. This was an impromptu event with a minimal budget.

    I hesitated to invite all the people I knew would want to come, partly due to the short notice, and the fact that I hadn’t organised a projector and a sound system yet, let alone get a venue. After Joshua and I sending out emails to all the connections we knew, all that was left was to make phone calls and hope for a confirmation or interest in hosting. They weren’t able to come through.

    Over the weekend, though, I met with  Phares Kaboro, an active member of Skunkworks-Kenya who reminded they would be hosting their weekly meeting the following Tuesday, at Teleposta Towers. I let him know about the impromptu TED Video Screening idea and he seemed interested. He in turn floated it the Skunkworks team and bada bing! We had a venue.

    So, with a venue, and a day to ‘wrap it all up’ it became a matter of arranging for a projector or TV. My brother has an awesome (and quite portable) speaker system he uses in his studio, so I knew I had the sounds, all that was left was to source for the elusive projector. It was time to think on my feet, after placing a number of phone calls to hear people charging alarming rates for projectors I double-checked the situation with none other than my Mom to hear her thoughts. All this time, I had forgotten about the office next door to my Mom’s which rents/sells laptops and projectors – personal friends of ours too. I got a great out-of-this-world deal on a projector, and we were good to go. Only thing was by the time this was ‘landing in place’ it was three hours to the event.

    This partly explains my reluctance to do more than tweet about the event, I apologise to those who I wasn’t able to inform in time.

    The Event

    That evening, it rained. And for anyone in Nairobi, whether you understand Nairobi or not, you understand that rain breeds the longest, noisiest, most disorganized choking and clogging of all arteries out of the Central Business District. Some refer to this as traffic, but the definition of ‘traffic’ doesn’t cut it. Needless to say, the rain didn’t dishearten many a TED fan. I arrived to find Phares making preparations, and we quickly gave the whiteboard a sprucing up. It was to welcome (and direct) guests to the event.

    I got there semi-soaked actually, but in one piece. Luckily, Erik was in Westlands where the sound system and projector were awaiting pick-up from my Mom’s office. He gladly picked them from there that afternoon.

    Guests began streaming in slowly as the downpour outside turned into more of a light drizzle. Things did start a little later than expected, but they began on a good footing. The crowd, for an impromptu event, was impressive. I spotted +25 people there including all of the other TED Fellows I mentioned.

    Quick intros, and with the gadgets fired up, we proceeded to start with Andrew Mwenda’s controversial but very poignant piece on what he calls ‘The African Question.’

    …to look beyond the media’s stories of poverty, civil war and helplessness and see the opportunities for creating wealth and happiness throughout the continent

    This talk was at TED Global in 2007 in Tanzania, and it set the tone for plenty more strong protagonists of the Dead Aid school-of-thought to emerge. It’s an amazing talk that I had watched once, but got plenty of insight this time around, I’m sure you will too.

    It was between Erik and Joshua to pick some of their favourite speakers from TED Long Beach 2009 Next, we watched Nathan Wolfe’s mind-blowing take on pandemics and the micro-biological work he’s been doing. Interesting stuff, lots he

    …outwitting the next pandemic by staying two steps ahead: discovering deadly new viruses where they first emerge — passing from animals to humans among poor subsistence hunters…before they claim millions of lives.

    Following this, was one of Sheila Ochugboju’s favourites, Elizabeth Gilbert’s talk on Creative Genius – a new way to think about it…I don’t really know how to describe this, and I know I don’t want to spoil the surprise. It was one of the highlights of the talks, provoking the most chuckles (several being from me) especially coming out of a creative field, much of what she said resonated with me, and yet she still kept a broad appeal from the audience, while being remarkably unique and genuine.

    …muses on the impossible things we expect from artists and geniuses — and shares the radical idea that, instead of the rare person “being” a genius, all of us “have” a genius. It’s a funny, personal and surprisingly moving talk.

    Erik at this point, challenged the crowd to whether they would prefer to watch a video from TED Global or another one from TED 2009. The crowd was highly in favour of the TED Global Talk. This talk could be considered an African classic by firebrand economist George Ayittey. It is a must-watch if you’ve never heard his talks before. Here he gives his famous Cheetah vs. Hippo Generation Talk, which so happened to be the very first TED Talk I ever watched.

    (When it got to the Fisherman/Boat story, for time concerns, we moved on – though I’d still recommend you have a look at the story) Quite something, isn’t he?

    To cap the night off, was one of the most watched TED Talks around. Bill Gates hopes to solve some of the world’s biggest problems using a new kind of philanthropy. In a passionate and, yes, funny 18 minutes, he asks us to consider two big questions and how we might answer them.

    Great event so far, and I believe the official event will be in July (This was an impromptu gathering, which just so happened to occur when quite a number of TED Fellows were in town)

    But I look forward to your thoughts, if you were there or not, and if you’re new to TED, do let me know what you think. Big thank you to Joshua, Phares, and everyone who came out.

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    #Stigvote: (Teaser Blockbuster Poster)

    In History's Future on June 11, 2009 at 8:17 am
    Coming soon to a blog near you...

    Coming soon to a blog near you...

    See

    #Stigvote : A Twitter Story

    For the actual ‘Movie.’

    A sneak peek post of The Gathering.

    In Happenings on May 27, 2009 at 1:19 pm

    FYI: This is a precursor to the actual blog post that will be up by end-week.

    I threw a curveball to Erik Hersman, known on the interwebs as The White African of Ushahidi (Who just won a Kenyan Open Source Award – Congratulations to them) and Afrigadget fame. Upon getting his tweet that he just got his new set of TED DVD’s.

    I’ve been familiar with the TED Movement for a couple years, and had watched a load of the talks online. And since I don’t happen to be very blessed with the bandwidth on this side (Oh, for the days in The States where I would stream videos… =’(

    TED, beside having one of the coolest Felllowships ever (I ought to mention that we have two East Africans selected this time around, Mobile Technology Evangelist Jessica Colaco and Jonathan Gossier, an American based in Uganda. The founder of AppAfrica Labs) has worldwide conference with some of the most fascinating speakers from around the globe with some of the best ideas around.

    TED stands for Technology Entertainment and Design and they get people from these disciplines to speak and engage the crowd in 18 minute talks.

    At yesterday’s gathering we viewed 4 of the Talks, favourites of the different TED Fellows present. We  laughed, chuckled, nodded heads and networked.

    It was hectic to put together, especially since most of it was out of pocket, but it really was worth it. More on the rollercoaster of bootstrapping together a meetup like this. I know I didn’t invite people, I forgot to tell others…it started a little late, but it happened and people seemed to like what we put together. Big (big) thanks to Skunkworks and The ICT Club for the venue. The notice was very short.

    The TED Fellows who showed up included Ory Okolloh, Erik Hersman , Sheila Ochugboju and Joshua Wanyama

    That’s all for the ’snippet’ sneak peek version. ‘Real’ blog post on events + TED Videos shown will follow. Including a tweet-out to all who showed up (lots of Twitter folk came through, on short notice)

    More to follow.

    See No Evil, Taste No Evil, Shave No Evil

    In Perspective, Real Talk on May 11, 2009 at 12:27 pm

    Every week I head over to Mbugua’s for my ‘cut’ it’s one of the highlight’s of my week. I usually arrive anytime between 8 and 9 PM.  clip_image001

    The fluorescent glow seeps through the chicken wire of Mbugua’s barbershop onto the South B’s macadam road. And like flies to a flame, there’s always activity in the busy nano strip-mall of shacks and hutches. As you already know, Mbugua has his place right next to Sam’s. I tried to be diplomatic, going to Sam’s every once in a while, especially when I saw that Mbugua’s place has one or two customers waiting. But great stories and a guaranteed laugh locked me down at the ‘Good Look Barbershop’ for life.

    It’s funny because Sam’s is actually a better looking barbershop. It has a better sound system, Mbugua didn’t have one for a while, and the collage of 2 inch-thick boards that separate them don’t do much as soundproofing, so if at Mbugua’s you have the pleasure of sharing Sam’s sound. That’s changed recently, with Mbugua getting his own sounds, but his dreams are still a while away. It’s always interesting trying to have a conversation in between two wanna-be sound systems. As if matatus weren’t bad enough. It makes either for an amusing conversation, or a frustating shouting match.

    clip_image002So each week I step into his cozy, yet awkwardly leaning barber chair I ready myself to hear what a week he’s had, and what the latest is. This particular time, I found Mbugua at the video library next door to the butchery playing ‘poker’ with a couple guys. (In Kenya people know ‘Crazy Eights’ as ‘Poker’) I take one look at him and thought ‘Wow, things must be going well for him, he’s put on some weight, his face and his cheeks are looking a whole lot rounder’. I watched the game as he ‘ate’ their proceeds. I went ahead of him to wait for him at his place as he wrapped up the game. I hear an outcry that Mbugua has to come back because this guy has no money left. Mbugua had pocketed a cool Ksh. 800 ($10).

    Mbugua arrives with an awkward smirk on his face. I took a closer look at his face, and saw some disparity. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something looked off. I asked Mbugua how he’d been, and staring at his face through the mirror in front of me I realised one side of his face was swollen. He still had this smile on his face, so I didn’t ask, but it was hard not to stare. There was no visible bruising, so I became curious to what might have caused it.

    " Mzeiah huskii meno yangu ilikuwa imenisumbua.

    (Man, you wouldn’t believe how my tooth was killing me)" He said. "

    Sikuwa nikikula, natafuna na side moja.

    ( I was barely eating; chewing with only one side of my mouth)"

    I proceeded to laugh, he says things in such a farcical way I couldn’t help it. It didn’t take long for me to realise this was a bit of a serious moment, but he’s never to be taken too seriously, so I laughed again.

    I told him I thought he was doing well for himself, putting on weight. He chuckled. Mbugua said he’d not been able to sleep for nights and had trouble eating, as his face got swollen, and the pain got worse. He found himself in a quandary between removing the tooth ‘kienyeji’, which amounted to removing it himself, or going to a dentist. I kept bursting into laughter as he continued to narrate his experience to me.

    " Nilishindwa kulala. Siwezi lalia uso side hii

    (I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t lie down on the swollen side of my face)" He said.

    He had to lie on one side of his face at night, he said. And his mouth became so hot, he had a big jug of water next to where he lay on the floor, waking up every 10 minutes to take another mouthful to cool him. My laughter at this point almost cost me another haircut, he almost made a ‘mistake’ so I decided to hold it in as he continued the story.

    "Eh, sikuwa veri. Asubuhi  Asubuhi nikachukua ma-painkillers na bado. Naskia tu kichwa ni ka inalia ‘pu-pu-pu’"

    (Man, I wasn’t in great shape. In the morning I took some painkillers and I still wasn’t good. I felt like my head would throb ‘pu-pu-pu’."

    He later realised that he had to go to the dentist and proceeded to book an appointment with one. I asked him what kind of dentist this was, he didn’t say much. But I was pretty sure it wasn’t some loony with a couple syringes and some of those ‘toothbrush branches.’ You know, some kook with some mwarubaine for anaesthesia and other ‘herbs’ with a ratchet/secateurs for ‘tools’…Scary.

    So he got the tooth removed, and Mbugua was quick to tell me I hadn’t seen anything yet. Things had looked far worse the day before. I quipped asking if his head felt heavier on one side. He gestured that his clippers could make a couple mistakes on my head to make it ‘heavier on one side.’ I went silent. For that moment.

    He said it was better now; he had become a bit more used to the meds. But for his unlucky clients the day before, he was feeling much drowsier from the first doses of the medicine. It also didn’t help that he didn’t have a mirror up. ( So the clients had no idea what he was doing)

    "Kwanza huskii niliget customer mwingine hapo mpya! Hajainyolewa na mimi. Nikamskiza mastory, nikamweka kut poa.Karibu nimguze maskio. Si ningeitana. Hao wengine hata walisema hawajali, wataniamini tu."

    (Can you believe I got a new client? (with no mirror) He’d never been shaven by me. I talked some stories with him and gave him a good cut. But I almost sliced his ear, aww man, I would’ve had it then. For the other (customers) they said they didn’t care. They would trust me."

    I could imagine going, getting a shave, and trusting him without ever seeing the finished product. I’d trust him. I wouldn’t think twice about it. Don’t know how the new guys felt about it that day.

    This is probably the edited version of his travels, but it was such a hilarious story I was compelled to share. I continue to witness to Mbugua one step at a time. He’s a bit of a showoff and doesn’t hesitate to tell me that he has a sugar-mummy or his total disinterest in marriage. So it’s all baby steps. Baby steps.

    See no Evil. Taste no Evil. Shave no Evil

    Penguins by estherdh

     

    Photos by Oaxania, Lotor-Matic and Esterdh

    Free 3 Day Animation Workshop in Nairobi

    In Happenings on April 30, 2009 at 11:18 am

    The Nairobi Institute of Technology will be hosting a FREE 3-day Animation Workshop on:

    ‘Character Setup for CG Movies’

    Credit: Jimmy Levinsky, Truemax Student

    Credit: Jimmy Levinsky, Truemax Student

    Venue: Nairobi Institute of Technology, Westlands, Narobi
    Dates: May 6, 7 & 8th 2009
    Time: 10:00 AM – 4:00 PM ( 1 Hour lunch break in between)
    Tutors: Founders of Truemax Academy School of 3D, CGI and Animation (http://truemax.com/)

    For more information please call:

    Nairobi Institute of Technology on 020- 375-1636

    or

    Nimu Waweru on 0727-11-33-60

    Feel free to spread the word.

    TRNSMSSN by Just A Band

    In Happenings on April 21, 2009 at 11:42 am

    JAB

    Just A Band, everybody’s favourite band-cum-Kenyan-electronica-amazingness-group have been commissioned by The Goethe Institute with works of video art for their first art show! Here’s a snippet of what’s going down…

    Broken synthesizers and fragmented satellite broadcasts from the future provide a fictionalized Kenyan future;
    panicked astronauts, lovelorn puppets, a flying tortoise, the meaning of life, an experimental boy band and a sprinkling of sparkly stuff…”

    The show runs from Tuesday May 5, 2009 to Saturday May 16, 2009 and will feature premieres of new music videos from Scratch To Reveal and their soon-to-be-released second album – 82 (We now know it’s name!)

    Just A Band will mark the finissage with END_TRNSMSSN, a DJ set of their favourite house, electro, pop and funk tunes! And I’m looking forward to that as well.

    Entry free….You can’t afford not to be there!

    I consider Just A Band as visionaries in the industry and the clearest breath of fresh air in the Kenyan music industry.

    If you’re on Facebook, here the link to the event, you can RSVP and do invite others, they’ll be so mad at you if you go alone!

    A map to the event, courtesy of Google Maps.

    Just A Band: Blog | Youtube | Web | Jim Chuchu |

    “Do Work, Son!”

    In Perspective, Real Talk on April 20, 2009 at 9:26 am

    Do Work by d.danger

    If you’re unfamiliar with the popular phrase, it was coined by a man known as Big Black; real name Chris Boykin. A personal bodyguard to pro-skater Rob Dyrdek.

    You might know them from the MTV show Rob & Big. If you have/had no idea it doesn’t matter much because what I want to talk about has nothing to do with MTV or Rob & Big.

    I was going through 1 Chronicles 28 and 29 and it’s the end of David’s life, and he’s giving out what ends up being his last address to his people, but it’s the very best of his people, among them his famous Mighty Men.

    So it goes that King David was supposed to build a home for The Ark of the Covenant i.e. God’s temple but God said to him ‘You are not to build a house for my Name, because you are a warrior and have shed blood.’

    Great, so here’s an old David who can no longer build the temple, he’d set out to build quite some way back. Instead, it’s his son, Solo (soon to be known as The-wisest-man-on-earth King Solomon) whose job it is to build the temple.

    It’s what David says that I wanted to share. Verse 20 says

    “David also said to Solomon his son “Be strong and courageous, and do the work. Do not be afraid or discouraged, for the LORD God is with you. He will not fail you or forsake you…” 1 Chr. 28:20 [NIV] (emphasis added)

    You can see where I got the title from. King David then goes on to honestly admit (in front of the whole assembly)

    “My son Solomon, the one whom God has chosen, is young and inexperienced. The task is great because this palatial structure is not for man but for the LORD God.”  1 Chr. 29:1 [NIV]

    By the way, King David goes on to make one of the most generous and challenging donations recorded in history. If you wish, read the rest of the chapter and do some pre-recession mathematics here.

    This challenged me. Usually, its way more than easy to let opportunities to reach out, to help, to stand for something or to just believe in God pass us by. I am by no means experienced, though I have learnt my share of lessons; lessons from both action and inaction. The best lessons have come from action, and you could say I’ve been privileged to see God do some great things.

    So my point to you is simple. You heard it: Be strong and courageous, and do the work. Do something for God. Make something count. It’s no secret that there are plenty of people who could do with some cheering up, with you being the bigger person in the relationship, or with you simple taking time to recognize their existence. There’s something you can do, and you know it.

    Get out of your comfort zone.

    This may apply more to me than to you, but neither age nor experience is a factor here. The phrase to sum it up may not be the most politically correct, but “Do work, son!”

    Photo courtesy of d.danger

    Back to the “Old School”

    In Perspective, Real Talk on April 15, 2009 at 7:02 am
    My High School Trunk...Just kidding!

    My High School Trunk...Just kidding!

    Taking it back to when it all began, while rumbling through my casket of a boarding school trunk,and finding the inaugural issue of The Laiser Beam. The very first magazine I ever wrote for, the first place I ever got published.

    Published ‘by students for students’ in July 2005, the copy was an unbelievable 38 -pages long, and the first publication of any kind coming out of the school. Held together by 3 staples along it’s spine, and highly pixelated pictures with plenty of unrecognizable class pictures. It was a smash-hit with the students.

    A budding writer in my final year of government education, I was glad to have two articles published in the issue, a first for the young 17 year-old journalist and soon-to-be blogger. And for your reading pleasure, here is the first one verbatim.

    BREAK-TIME EXPOSED!!! By Mark Kaigwa
    A slight caution before you read this article, what you will read will change you permanently. It will change the way you view the student body completely…Consider yourself warned! There are plenty of sayings to put the point across, “Only the strong survive”…”Survival for the fittest” and “It’s a dog-eat-dog world.” Well, they all apply now.


    Welcome to break-time in Laiser Hill.


    As soon as the bell rings, the mind slows and shuts down and begins calculations as the seat becomes harder and harder to sit on. The second the teacher sets foot outside, it’s a dash for the door. Looking at the tuck-shop all the way from class and it hits you that you’re already too late. People are shouting and squeezing through to give their orders.
    But you don’t stop running, no, you can’t. Lest you have to spend half your break time shouting and jostling to get your order heard by ‘Madam.’ Physical fitness and endurance are a must. Nothing is bought or brought on a silver platter.


    FACT: If you don’t break a sweat, you get no break.


    There are at least 12 people, most being sweatier and of larger stature than you, constantly moving in and out of the window.
    But not so fast, you need to look for a stepping stone or be ready to get your shoes muddy. As soon as you’ve balanced well on a stone, with your money firm in your hand, you need now to get to the window. Not forgetting that time is running out. The hardest is yet to come as you nudge and budge your way through the army of red sweaters you see the window and manage to finally squeeze your hand through one of the bars.


    By then, you realize that you are partially deaf on one side because of someone, lets call him Mr. Pre-mandazi-breath both salivating and shouting into your earlobe trying to catch the attention of ‘Madam’

    FACT: With your soft voice, you will be there until lunch but a deep commanding voice gets you a full stomach.


    After buying, getting out is twice as hard as getting in, with your hands full, you don’t want to drop something or trip. You are now ready to go eat where the boys are at. There are way too many ‘bases’, behind the library, in front of it, under the tree, ‘parents park’…


    With everybody and their own weird mixture of foods, crisps, drinks, powders and biscuits its no surprise that the nurse is always open at lunch time. And she’ll need all the luck she can get.

    The thing I love about this article is the fact that it was sincere, witty and expressed moments that everybody in the school was familiar with. It was probably one of the best received articles I wrote, especially because I never presumed it would garner as much support as it did. Teachers, students, and even ‘Madam’ of the tuck-shop. She secretly thought I was trying to uncover her evil ring of chips-smuggling, where she would bring in French-fries by night and sell them to students, under the administration’s nose…Oops, there I go, ratting her out! How could I when I was one of the people who would leave her with a ‘deposit’ and take things on debit, or credit.

    I need to tell you the names for our food combinations, or “combi’s” as they are referred to. We had “Mo-fire” a thicker type of mandazi made with extra flour, “Ndao” a regular mandazi.

    Definition: Mandazi – A triangular, or rectangular (in Laiser Hill) shaped donut of sorts.

    And the combinations ranged from a mandazi and a sausage, or mandazi and a samosa (both of which are very popular to date), chapati-sausage, to the outrageous ‘budget combi’ which was mandazi-crisps or chapati crisps, or mofire-crisps.

    Definition: Crisps – thin deep fat fried slices of potatoes with added spices, packaged with nuts, and chevda-like additives.

    The crisps-combi’s were hilarious, but became so popular. Started by students trying to be frugal, it caught on and became a fad, much like how ankle socks and slippers became a huge fad in school. Oh, to be young again…

    These are smudges in my memory of high school. What are some of yours?

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    Pecha Kucha Night Nairobi (ii): What you missed.

    In Perspective on March 30, 2009 at 12:31 pm

    I had the pleasure of having lunch with my good uncle, Keith Pearson, Director of The Theatre Company. We went to Parklands Sports Club for their buffet.

    Luck had it that I’d run into Kiran Jethwa, who was also having the buffet at Parklands. We had a great chat on what’s new, his selection for the best job in the world, and how he was faring as in the polls. I guess this is where I tell you to vote for him, so yes, make sure you vote for Kiran, our very own slice of Kenyan talent for The Best Job In The World. He’s a fantastic guy and he deserves it.

    I owe a lot of what I can call my writing to Keith and my Mumbi, who gave me a chance to attend a playwriting workshop of theirs in late 2007, it’s led to working with Warner Bros the following January, and eventually becoming a Maisha Alumnus.

    We had a great lunch, with dessert, don’t know how I lasted the afternoon without a snooze. What was interested is that he had mentioned to me that he was wrapping up his presentation for Pecha Kucha. Slightly surprised, I remembered Dickson Migiro mentioning that he would be presenting at the same event, but I never quite got a date.

    I happened to be in attendance at the first Pecha Kucha (ペチャクチャ) Night which was on the 20th November 2008 and was very impressed with the format of Pecha Kucha, and some of the presentations were remarkable. Not to mention, two of my villagers: Gakunju was presenting his sculptures, and taking people on a trip through his work over the years, and Mumbi, who is the MC for the event.

    Pecha Kucha Night happens 357 times a year, that’s almost a Pecha Kucha Night every night of the year.

    So yet again it happened that to my surprise I would find that it was happening serendipitously, and I had the amazing @louizah for company. We arrived promptly at 7:50, ten minutes earlier than when it’s scheduled to start. It’s 400 Shillings, and 200 Shillings for students.

    Mumbi Kaigwa, the MC, called things to order at around 8:05. I had the pleasure of enjoying finger foods and drinks with my uncle, Gakunju before it started. Had a great couple laughs, looking forward to it starting.

    Pecha Kucha, in a nutshell, it’s a format of presentation  for mostly creative work where you present a Powerpoint slideshow of 20 slides, spending 20 seconds on each slide. It’s mostly for creative work, but has been adapted to the business world. Typically, the crowd represents creative and design fields: architecture, advertising, photography, interior design and other fields.

    So it began with Keith Pearson of The Theatre Company, my uncle, who took us through a project where The Theatre Company has been given a grant to renovate the theatre at The National Museum. Taking us through how it is restoring the dilapidated rooms and halls, and restoring what will surely be a beautiful stage and theatre in the near future.

    Joseph Barasa was next with some of his photography. He presented at the last Pecha Kucha Night as an illustrator, and this time he gave a great presentation with some illuminating photography. From The Nakumatt Fire to lovers in Uhuru Park and a fight in his village upcountry, his photography provoked chuckles and giggles with his  laughable captions.

    Faith Koli went up next, and took us through how she and her 4 friends started Take 4 Productions, with an enlightening look at the risks and jeopardy of starting a business.  She was accompanied by her other associate, Mia, who presented later on how she was the first to quit her full-time employment for the business. It was great to see because, I spoke to Mia afterwards, keen to find out what kind of a production house they are. For a business starting out, they were able to get their name out to a crowd that matters in art circles. That’s forward thinking on publicity, kudos for that.

    Dickson Migiro went up next, taking the audience through ADAM Magazine, it’s inaugural issue, and the thought that went behind Kenya’s first men’s magazine. Christine Gitau followed him. A flowerpot painter, I especially liked some of her more charismatic colour combinations on her pots. She painted with different cultures in mind, from Indo-Asian influenced pieces, to Chinese oriental patterned pots as well as more contemporary palettes, her work was eye-catching. Including her final piece, which was a toilet converted to a flowerpot. Wonderful.

    Rhodia Mann went up next, and totally blew my mind. I had never heard of her or her work, but wow, it was incredible. She’s been doing beadwork and making jewellery for over 35 years. She captivated the audience and took us through her journey across continents in search of beads. With her, we travelled from haggling with bead merchants on the border of Pakistan and Afghanistan, to a striking sunrise in Mali, where she stayed and learnt from a tribe who made their own beads. In 1974 she was featured in The New York Times at her New York home, as one of the 5 Women to Watch, she showed us a clipping with the story.

    Erik Kigada from Planning Systems presented an absorbing look at the Master Plans drafted of Nairobi Province, and how since the last one, drafted in 1975, we’ve exceeded the growth numbers projected and grown in the wrong direction. Instead of growing towards Thika, we’ve grown towards the southern parts of Nairobi, and the projected plan drafted by Erik and others, included The Masai Mara, all the way down to the coast.

    He showed the misuse and mismanagement of the water catchment areas in the cities, and how the river system works, with insight to how bad it could get it we don’t make some key changes in the city’s infrastructure. A stirring awakening to what our city could look like, given Vision 2030 if we implement some changes to our city, making for more accessible water reserves. I later asked him how long the drafts and projections he had shown had taken to create, and he said 8 years, and counting, as they keep working on them. I pray they don’t take 8 years of government red tape to take shape.

    There was a 15 minute potty break, with some of us grabbing snacks and mingling with the people. I enjoyed a couple more laughs with Jacky and Gakunju, looking at the paintings as well. I dashed in to the gallery to see the art.  Otieno Kota has his sculptures being exhibited at RaMOMA, if you get the chance to go, it’s pretty good, and surprisingly affordable.

     

    A Pecha Kucha video for those blessed with the bandwidth.

    Next was tattoo artist Nick, of ‘Tattoos by Nick’, he sent his associate to present on his behalf and she did a good job. They showed tribal, oriental and Maori tattoos. Soon after was Andronico Otieno, who I’m sure many of you might be familiar with. A thespian, appearing frequently for Fanartics, yes fa-nar-tics, Productions, so the theatre crowd, will no doubt recognize him from Phoenix and Alliance Francaise. He presented his work with Eco-sandal and the sandals they make, along with the curious names for their sandals.

    Jason Corder came after Andronico, and according to the program, he defines himself as an ‘Earth Painter.’ Lecturing at the Nairobi University Department of Design, he’s been in Kenya for over a year, and showed his work while describing his intimate connection with the earth, and how as a painter using mixed media, he combines with the earth both spiritually and artistically. He left a couple raised eyebrows in the crowd, and seemed to lose @louizah at some point, but his work was commendable, and his understanding of art unique.

    Finally, Planning interiors had Eryll Jalipa and Emily Odongo up as the final two presenters. Eryll showed us some of the interior work Planning had been doing including Maisha, a spa of The Serena Hotels. The creative concept was borne from the Jasmine flower. She also included the Private Lounge for Kenya Airways at Jomo Kenyatta International Airport. Along with IBM’s Offices here in Nairobi, where they adapted the artwork and ambience to reflect IBM.Using  barcodes and signatures on microchips on glass. Illuminating.

    Lastly (I seem to be doing the ‘In conclusion’…’finally’…lastly…’finishing’) Forgive me, I’m Kenyan. Emily Odongo, a painter with great abstract work, now employed by Planning Interiors, she shed light on where she draws inspiration from and about her style of painting and her work. She’s gathered a following and is known in art circles for her ‘red paintings’ blending elements from crimsons, carmines, rubies and reds in her works. She has now developed her work and works with a wider palette, keeping her unique style and adapting it to the paintings.

    Summing it all up, Pecha Kucha Night was fantastic for inspiration, networking and a night out. Best thing is if you arrive early, and get good seats. If you’re in any of these areas and are thinking of presenting, I’d recommend you attend one, then apply, but if you’d like to wing it, here’s the application form.

    Or you can get in touch with Marta Anna Gloserova on 0733 – 245 – 813 or email her on wateringcanevents {at} gmail {dot} com.The organizers of the event are Kenya Buzz. It’s supported by RaMOMA Gallery of Modern Art, and The British Council.

    If you were there what were your thoughts, what did you like? And if you weren’t, what do you think of the format? Would like to know.

    I’m seriously considering applying to present at the next one, to be held in may, possibly at a larger venue because it was very well attended this time round.

    My serendipitous meeting with ‘The Killer Necklace’

    In Film, Perspective on March 5, 2009 at 8:55 pm

    A couple weeks ago, I happened to be walking from work when I glanced at the chalkboard outside the Goethe Institute. The blurry words ‘Lola Film Screening and Forum’ were out of view before I could make sense of them.

    In the oneirism that is me walking from work, about 5 minutes after walking past Goethe, something ‘clicked’ within me and I began to backtrack towards the sandwich board sign. Reading and confirming it, I entered in. I was 15 minutes late, but it hadn’t started…Gotta love Kenyan time.

    The house lights dimmed, I sat at the back, and there was only one head obstructing me. As the opening credits rolled, I read the words ‘Killer Necklace’ appear and transition off the screen. In case you don’t know about Judy Kibinge’s film ‘Killer Necklace‘ it came about from a comic that appeared in Kwani that was done by Alfred Muchilwa, and was developed for screen by Judy, who wrote the screenplay.

    The movie was amazing, this was the director’s cut that they showed as well and I must say I was really impressed. Without giving too much away, the story revolves around a young Kenyan male who’s good intentions are swiftly put through the wire, as he has to sink or swim through the murky and mucky waters of the crime ridden life his relative-by-association.

    His relative, a slick-talking playboy, is well-versed with iniquity, and leaves Boo to his conscience and inner demons to decipher an ultimatum. Compelling storyline, coupled with a dynamic script interpreted very well make for excellent viewing. The film I believe, has been sent out to quite a couple film festivals and I’m certain it will command several awards at the very least. I believe Judy Kibinge, the writer/director and her producer Appie are in Burkina Faso for FESPACO, an African Film Festival.

    One thing I personally loved about the film is that it was full of relatively new actors, especially in the lead parts. It was, of course, featuring well known faces in cinema and television in supporting roles, but it surely didn’t disappoint in acting.

    The cinematography of it was jaw-dropping, the photography, composure and overall aesthetic makes it in my opinion a hallmark in contemporary Kenyan cinema. This film is historical, in my opinion, because it was filmed on a RED Camera. In short, the RED Camera is the pinnacle, the ‘Don-Dada’ of digital film, better than 35mm Film Cameras, yet still digital and with eons of extendibility as far as the camera and what you can do with it. It doesn’t get more captivating, or amazing than on a Red, here are some things you know which were also shot on a RED. And it shows, with some of the most amazing scenes I have ever seen caught on Kenyan camera (would rather you watch it than I explain.)

    The movie, selected by MNet for their Mnet New Directions Program, is scheduled to air on Mnet sometime in the near future.

    On the whole though, I feel the storyline is captivating and punchy, it transitioned quick and seamlessly between scenes. Dialogue was very well used, with the absence of dialogue put to good effect too. The music set the ambience to scenes well. The translation (because there were subtitles because of the sheng) were done well too. Speaking to Appie after the screening, she informed me that the script went through close to 25 re-writes, which only reiterated to me  the screenwriter’s mantra that Writing is rewriting is rewriting…’ But they did a fantastic job and kudos to Judy, Appie and the cast and crew, who were at the screening. It was a real jump in the benchmark to what is ‘Kenyan Cinema.’

    I had no qualms worth mention, but this was my first time watching it, and as a screenwriter, there’s what you pick out on the first viewing and there’s what you pick on the second. Bravo to Judy, Appie, Seven and to cinema. All we can say is We want more…

    Thank You

    In History's Future, Perspective, Real Talk on March 4, 2009 at 5:11 pm

    I’m broken, weakened, distraught, irritable at times and fickle emotionally from time to time. I’m human. I’ve cried, I’ve sneezed, I’ve blown my nose, I’ve laughed, I burped while laughing which made me laugh even more and I have smiled. From the passing on of my later father, Major (Retired) George Murakaru Kaigwa, it hasn’t been easy. But it has certainly been manageable, thanks in whole to God himself, and in great part to the amazing and inspiring people he’s so warmly surrounded my family with.

    People I never knew cared, people who I thought cared, People I never knew cried, people I never knew, cried. I am humbled beyond measure, because to declare ‘I’ am strong is to err. ‘I’ am only because ‘He’ was before me. By He, I mean the great God I serve, whom is within me, but also the realest example of another human being, otherwise known as my father, he put before me.

    It’s funny how God can prepare you for something. And we all know that death, is tough.I have experienced the death of 4 friends over the past 2 years (all under 22years of age, the youngest being 19), I have had the chance to see and experience, in part, the grieving process. To understand that denial and anger can come before acceptance. It was this whole time that my walk with Christ took more lefts, rights, ups and downs than a Nissan on a Moi-era tarmac road. But He knew this would come, and it was all prepared for.

    But I’m more because of the ‘we’ around me. You, your words, your prayers, your encouragement, your thoughts and your presence. It’s a whole lot easier for me to stand and say I’m strong, because I have strong people all around me holding me up.

    All I can say to you is

    Thank You.

    You pray for me, I am privileged, but I am more honored to also pray for you and encourage you. For you to see this amazing strength in me is not only a testament to who Jesus has been to and through me, but it is also a result of your very prayers. Bless you.

     

    P.S. I couldn’t believe the amazing response from the Tweetmosphere. They really came through with messages, condolences and encouragement. I don’t know most of them personally but PinkM, Intelligensia, Ngeny, EdObie, Miano, Knocternal, SoleAddict1, Kaboro, 69MB, DKomo, SwMaina and others. Thank you all from me.

    The Barbershop Professor

    In Perspective, Real Talk on February 24, 2009 at 12:07 pm


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    I coined a saying, though I might not be the first to have come up with it “There’s a professor in every barbershop.”

    As many as there are stretchered couches that the pyschiatrists and therapists will have you lie on to tell all your problems and dilemmas, there are barber chairs and stools and seating arrangements in barbershops across the neighbourhoods of Nairobi and this African continent.

    Ng’ang’a is my barber-barber. I might do you well to explain just who a barber-barber is: A barber-barber is a man (or woman, these days) who cuts hair and beards as a trade, and has cut a particular customer’s hair for over 10 years. Like I said, Ng’ang’a is my barber-barber. This man has known me longer than I’ve known him. From hi-t0p fades to ‘Jordan’ to Afro trims, from blowouts to curly-kits and those hair-gone-wrong days he’s been there.

    I haven’t been to Ng’ang’a’s for over two years, but it doesn’t erase the fact that he’s been my barber-barber for over 16 years. Giving stories as he cuts my hair, barbers seem to have a savoir-faire that’s pretty darn good. And they need it to stay in business. I have countless recollections of telling Ng’ang’a all that was going on in primary school, all the thrills and spills of pubescent life, not realising he was actually becoming a confidant in some way.

    Ng’ang’a’s was always the place to be in the large neighbourhood, and he moved shop like two or three times, the clientele always remained faithful. Even as his prices went up 200% as he accustomed himself to the new ‘relaxing routine’, that dominates barber-world of haircut, wash, massage, and a rubdown to the head, clientele remained faithful.

    I can be said to be one of the ones who just moved on. With a barber-barber you don’t move on, you just ‘take a break’; it’s strangely like a marriage. No one knows how to cut your hair like he does. Regardless, when he changed to incorporate the ‘relaxing routine’ I changed too. I like all that jazz, but keep it under 100 or 200 bob for me, it’s just a haircut!

    Needless to say I’ve found another barber, and if you read about Mbugua and Sam’s breakup. I went to Sam’s yesterday, since Mbugua’s was a little busy, if you consider two people in line busy. I was only going for a cut-which is where he doesn’t cut the hair, but the edges of the hair along the forehead, down to the ears and round the back of the head. Thinking about it, I don’t know why it’s called a ‘cut’ then…Anyways, he did a good job.

    It was our convo that really got me sure that there is a professor in every barbershop. He always has a story, an analogy or in most cases an allegory -hence my referral to gossip above- to keep the exchange flowing. With me we talked many things, among them death, and passing on, as you’ll find out more in the Thank You post coming soon.

    And if you pick up a phone call in there, it’s likely you’d be grilled or teased (depending on how the barber feels) and the second-hand speech will be used against you by all means.

    I’ve been to a couple different barbershops in my days, I’d say, but in life, it looks like you can’t really have that many ‘barber-barbers.’ If you think of it like a marriage, you want it to all work out the first time, and hopefully things get easier, and hopefully better with time.

    Gents, are you taking lectures and discussions with your ‘professor’? Ladies, is this true for salons? Wouldn’t be surprised if there were similarities.

    The Village Near the Valley

    In Perspective, Real Talk on February 11, 2009 at 11:40 am

    A while back my church had a mission trip to a not-too-distant  slum/village called Mji wa Huruma. The slum is located in the Runda area. A sharp contrast to its’ surrounding area, with lush carpeted and trimmed lawns, fountains and yellow-bricked driveways.

    This is a more humble area, and it’s a village. By village I mean a small community of people who have goings on in, and possibly around, the Runda area. And the dynamic in the village is notable, I would say that possibly 3/5 of the village are children between infancy and teenage years.

    Changaa Brewing

    The mission was simple: For a week, bring the message of Christ: love, forgiveness and redemption to them.

    Forgotten, almost, by their immediate neighbours, the church’s duty was to bring and show love to all, and to bring ties of friendship to the community.

    It was business as usual when they first entered Mji wa Huruma, which when loosely translated means the "Village of Pity". An assessment of needs, engaging the youth through sports, and ladies and mothers speaking to fellow ladies and mothers in the village.

    However, for the men there was also one unique challenge that presented itself. One of the things that goes on in plain sight was the preparation of chang’aa [chah-ng'-aah] which is an illicit brew that’s made and sold within small communities in varying degrees of strength. When I say in varying degrees of strength I mean strenght enough to kill, strength enough to paralyse, and strength enough to blind a man.

    I might rephrase that to say that it doesn’t occur in ‘plain sight’ but rather since it happens at a valley (it must often occur near a river) it’s never really in plain sight, it’s just not hidden from anyone’s attention.

    It’s preparation is simple, but very effective. Mastering the age-old technique of distillery, it’s preparation happens by a river. Always. And at Mji wa Huruma it was no different, a select group of men, 4 of them, taking turns every now and again, on an unwritten rota with an unspoken set of rules.

    Preparation requires a drum, old oil drums made of iron are preferred in this case, their oil-stained insides along with their rusty charred exteriors are perfect, and they conduct heat well. The drums are then cleaned out, or not. But usually an effort is made to ensure that they aren’t poisonous, but not in all cases.

    The oily cask is placed by the river, and stands on a custom-made holder comprised of yet more old iron, or stones, it sits on a tripod of sorts; one that will remain unburned, but can take some heat. Old, metal seat frames are used at times. This is what supports the drum as it’s put upright. Once balanced and supported, the drum is placed a slight angle toward the river.

    Below it is what ought to be a perpetual flame, and an array of items can be used, some being more harmful than others such as plastics or other inflammable objects being burned to keep the heat on the base of the drum. From old foam from retired mattresses, to garbage, though wood is of course the preferred kindling of choice.

    Next, the drum needs contents, the contents that form this wicked concoction vary, but the staple ingredients are usually water, sugar and yeast. The variables include the oil in the drum and what possibly is the most devastative and corrosive element: embalming fluid. Either embalming fluid, or embalming powder, call it what you will. It’s effect is just as potent.

    Oh, and I might just mention, that this is what is known to be in the nefarious potion. No one can know what it doesn’t contain if you catch my drift.

    It is usually served in small (or large doses) about a glass that goes for Ksh. 10 or Ksh. 5, 15, 20.

    You might have wondered at some point about the police. WE’ll they’re in on it. They come down the hill to the bottom where the brew is being boiled and brewed, and as if to literally add fuel to the fire, they pick up a bribe, give a smile or two and leave. This was witnessed unashamedly by our team.

    I did hear, though, in fairness to them, that they came through the place sometime and shot up the drums that make the chang’aa.

    As I wrote this post, someone asked me, Mark what is the purpose of posting such information, intricate and detailed as it is?

    I answer him in the same way I would answer you if you asked me the same. I write this not so I can condone, glorify or justify the creation of such, but if in some way we can provide a sustainable solution, I know people working in places where it has been hard to reverse the culture of such a mind numbing drink.

    What I may not have mentioned here are other examples of people who’ve given more to see people work themselves out of this. The work of another good friend of the church, Dr. Ndung’u who not only pastors and leads a church in Ruaraka, but he also practices dentistry there and treats and heals the physically and spiritually sick, so to speak.

    Or perhaps of the projects going on in churches in and around peri-urban areas and areas afflicted by poverty e.g. goat-rearing, livestock farming and even rabbit-keeping which, along with the Gospel, and great follow-up, has seen men deep in the chasm of such alcohol freed and released with mighty testimonies.

    It is of worthy note, I believe, that at the end of the mission week, we renamed or rechristened the village, ‘Mji wa Baraka’ which means ‘Village of Blessing.’

    I challenge your thinking to give me a way around this practice in some way, something that I could propose.

    Your comments and musings are appreciated.

    Father Chuck Norris had many sons e.g. Tiger Power!!!

    In Ramblings on January 30, 2009 at 12:54 pm

    “Had many sons…Had many sons.. So Father Chuck Norris I am one of them and so are you… “

    You know about Tiger Power? You’d better, lest he let’s you know about him. Then we’ll have known about you.

    He is, in my opinion, one of the greatest and manliest men any Kenyan ever knew. Ha, Chuck’s so invincible. The only guy I know personally who fought Bruce Lee, that’s serious, and he’s still around. Anyway here are some classic Chuck Norris quotes, and just in case it crossed your mind the answer is yes, Chuck does all my stunts. Here they are:

    -Chuck Norris does not sleep. He waits.

    -The quickest way to a man’s heart is with Chuck Norris’ fist.

    -What was going through the minds of Chuck Norris’ victims before they died? His shoe.

    -Chuck Norris does not hunt because the word hunting implies the possibility of failure. Chuck Norris goes killing.

    -Chuck Norris has counted to infinity. Twice.

    -Chuck Norris recently had the idea to sell his urine as a canned beverage. We know this beverage as Red Bull.

    Long live Chuck Norris. I wish we had our own Chuck Norris, this inexorable figure that everyone just seems to almost idolize (idolatry is bad, no really) so it’s the most sincere form of flattery you can find.

    Which brings me back to my original question ‘You remember ‘Tiger Power’? Sure you do! Imagine him lying down, in his wear-it-every-time-but-it-never-gets-dirty-or-smelly costume of an almost skintight red top and grey sweat-pants, don’t forget his leather I-go-to-the-gym-and-I-don’t-got-abs-but-i-got-a-good-belt! I’m not hating, I wore the belt also – briefly-, so I know. Anyway one of his signature moves, or set-pieces if you will, was him getting run over by a tractor. By tractor I mean a Massey-Ferguson tractor, and I’m talking about the back wheels. Oh, wait, no…that’s not right. It was a Land-Rover, yes, a Land Rover. In forward and reverse. Consecutively. Don’t worry, I was eventually able to pick my jaw off the grass after I saw it the first time.

    Now, I wasn’t the greatest follower of Mr. Power, and my recollection is subject to embellishment and misdirected facts but I know one thing, Mama said eat your greens or I’m calling Tiger Power.

    He was many things to us, including chosen son of Chuck Norris. In the same way the President of the U.S. has an indelible link with Kenya, it was chosen before time that through Chuck Norris, we would have a connection to the U.S. through Tiger Power.

    He was actually the Kenyan version of Santa, think about it. A Santa. A Chuck Norris. A Santa who can fight. I know if Chuck was Santa he’d have werewolves for deer and a Ghost-Rider inspired chariot. I digress, moving on though, where did this generation of strong Santa-like Kenyan Chuck Norris-lings go? Anyway, he was an icon, and it didn’t matter how bad you were to your parents, if you went to the show, or to one of these random events and he happened to be there and do a set-piece, he always had some time he’d get the kids all around him and give them a word. The kids listened.

    Their glazed-over eyes peeled, and ears enlarged, lapping up his words amidst his paced breathing thanks to his previous stunt, and “Tiger Power says…” was all they needed to hear. Come to think of it, Tiger Power was more than just a Chuck Norris-ling Santa-like. He had to have some Mr. T DNA inside him. Yes, that’s it. Mr. T.

    Ok, so what do we have here. The affectionate heart and ticklish belly of a Santa, the clout (in every sense of the word) of a Chuck Norris, and all the menace of a ticked off Mr. T. It Makes me teary eyed if you ask me. I feel like I’ve painted the perfect picture of the Mona Lisa, if you know what I mean. Anyway, Tiger Power was like an idol, a Kenyan youth/manly man idol. Middle aged men wanted to be him, kids wanted to sit on his shoulders as he walked (One on each shoulder because he’s strong and balanced like that) and mother’s wanted him to be head disciplinarian of the household.

    He was the answer to the Orie Rogo Manduli derived phrase ‘Total Woman.’ He was the ‘Total Man’

    What were your fond/ not so fond memories of Tiger Power? Let me know.

    “Ignore-guration Night”

    In Poetree on January 27, 2009 at 9:00 am

    Surprise!

    Celebration

    Yoo-loo-loo-loo-lation!

    Jovial Suits and Ties Celebrate

    Gathering. Getting Close.

    Anvils Dropping

    Filled with Helium.

    They prolong their buoyancy

    Time telling ties that

    Gravity will prevail.

     

    Knives. Rushing In.

    Fans Flare

    Push Air

    Back. Forth

    Black Hoarse

    Shouts and Pants

    Stop to Dance

    Yell OoOoOoH

    Increase Vocal Exponentially

    Inversely Reflect Emptiness

     

    Harken. Listen

    Dish out slices.

    Fish out wishes

    Dream dreams

    And stitch back

    Loose seams

    Dark nights and

    White daze.

    Minority Reports

    That my I’s don’t pray

    Ok, I’ll stay awake.

     

    Balloons fall

    Unashamed by the wind

    You pick up ribbon

    I Drop the pen.

    Same Invigilators.

    Different Exam.

     

     

    © 2009 Mark Wambugu Kaigwa

    This Mother Tree – A Poem for ‘Maitu’

    In Poetree, Real Talk on January 23, 2009 at 6:36 am

    This is an original poem I composed and performed at my Great Grandmother’s funeral service.

    ———-This Mother Tree———

    God made a seed.

    He said to himself

    This… will be a great seed.

    God planted the seed.

    This Mother Seed, He said, will truly be a Great Seed.

    He planted it on the most fertile ground.

    Small in size, the seed was.

    God said

    This Mother Seed, will be of great stature of heart.

    God watered the seed.

    With love.

    He fed the seed with faith at His feet.

    And God was happy

    As This Mother Seed flowered and grew

    Fruitful.

    This seed grew to be a tree

    This mother tree, God Said, will be a great tree

    A grand tree for all to see

    This mother Tree bore fruit for all to see

    They bathed in God’s warm light

    And the shade of This Mother Tree.

    Giving shade to new seedlings

    Nuances of light

    Enough to grow strong

    Standing tall, This Mother Tree

    Taught how to thrive and be strong.

    Bringing life to all.

    Yes

    This Mother Tree bore fruit.

    Fruits of laughter.

    Fruits of joy

    Fruits of Girls and Boys

    Fruits of Gifts from Above

    Fruits of Bundles of Love.

    Seasons came and seasons past.

    This mother’s influence and love has last.

    This mother Tree

    Swaying

    Peacefully in the wind.

    In us is a seed.

    And This Mother Tree remains

    Eternally

    In You.

    In Me.

    Thank God for His little seed.

    Love you Maitú Bella.

    © 2008-2009 Mark Wambugu Kaigwa. All Rights Reserved. And all wrongs reversed :)

    Uncovered Roots: The Journey of My Grandparents

    In History's Future, Perspective on January 6, 2009 at 4:42 pm

    Today was an amazing day as far as rediscovering and tracking back in time to find out about the family tree.

    My cucu (grandma) on my Dad’s side took the family on a tour of where life began for her, and how it developed from the 1950’s when they first moved to Nairobi. We visited the very place that my aunt, Tata Bush, was born. Which was a house just off Jogoo Road in Kaloleni at a small 1 bedroom bungalow known as D16. We also went through Ofafa Jericho, Maringo, Buru Buru, Hamza, Maendeleo and a host of other nooks and crannies of Eastlands area of Nairobi.

    It was amazing to see where my grandma first stayed, to see the shop my grandfather first opened here in the city. The story behind that is actually pretty amazing. It goes that they owned one of some 20 shops that form a cul-de-sac  of shops encircling a space that functions as the parking lot. At this shop, my grandfather would sell amenities and kerosene. The shop was called Kaigwa General Stores and sold groceries, sugar, salt, marbles for the kids and everything in between.

    We met a man who was 2nd Generation butchery owner, and he recognized my father, and some of his siblings.  They had been running his butchery for fifty years now, and they had a dark room of sorts on the inside. The dark room being the room we passed through to get through to the back. It was lit by lonely streaks of light through the fifty year old corrugated fiberglass on the roof. It lit conspicuously onto a tray of matumbo that four middle-aged men were happily sharing over banter. We slid through the dim corridoor to the other side where we found the back wall. The story behind the back wall was equally amazing.

    At the famed Kaigwa General Stores and all the other stores like it in the cul-de-sac, there was a practice less spoken of, yet practiced quite regularly. And it ought to be, considering what it was. Back in these days, the mid to late 50’s the sewerage system had not been fully developed in the African quarters that were Eastlands. All Africans would stay in Eastlands, from Kaloleni to Makadara. From what I’m told Makadara was comparable to the finest estates in the city now, and you had to somebody to stay there. Makadara is where the shop was, and remains to this day, though under a different name – Nyagachuhi General Store. The complex where it’s located is now called Hamza Shopping Centre, in Hamza Estate, on Hamza Road, off Jogoo Road. I should Google Map this, just so you can get the aerial view. I will.

    So, back to this practice. Basically all they had for a sewerage system was a bucket. Yes, a bucket. The bathroom contained a bucket, and you would do your business, number 1 or number 2, and leave it be. At the end of the day, a handful of city council men with a truck would come round the back, and collect the buckets. The funny thing, because I asked the stupid question ” What happened if you weren’t done yet?”, was that you had to hold whatever you were doing once they grabbed the bucket. You could never for any reason continue to do your do-do once you heard a hand stick through the wall and grab the bucket.

    The back wall of the complex had about two-by-two bricks missing at the bottom of the wall. They would stick their hands through the wall, mostly  unannounced, to grab your bucket. As I said, if you were halfway, you would hold, and wait until the bucket was returned. If you dared to continue what you were doing, ignored them or told them to wait, you were in trouble, big smelly trouble; they would either throw the bucket back or pour the contents over your floor, and consequently your feet. You didn’t want to mess with them. And so, you didn’t. God forbid you ever, for any reason got anything on the hand that grabs your bucket. You’ll be sorry.

    One of the most amazing stories of the day, was how at the Kaigwa General Stores at Makadara, My late grandfather got the first Kerosene pump in the whole complex and one of the only ones in Eastlands. With it, he got ahead of the curve by creating one of the first neon signs that side of town. Here’s what I mean by neon: it was an electric box that hung from the canopy right outside the door of the store. On the outside it had a message written with little yellow lights and it read ‘Ukai mwone uriru’ which translates from Kikuyu to English to read ‘Come and See the Amazing Wonders’ and it didn’t just bring customers, it helped keep them.

    At the bottom of the electric box were two yellow light bulbs, and these would flicker on and off every couple seconds. The real story comes from how all the kids would react, my father recalls watching a drove of young 3-8 year olds, among them his sister, my aunt, gaze dreamily at the sign for long periods of time. When the light would go on they would all shout ‘Menoooo!!!’ which has no direct English translation, but refers to when something goes bright suddenly.

    When the bulbs would go off momentarily they would then shout ‘Bucha!!!’ which roughly means ‘blink’ in Gikuyu. As soon as dusk would approach, like moths to a lamp as it glows, they would begin to converge around the shop, even before it went on, waiting. They would wait, and then go ‘Meno!!!’ and ‘Bucha!!!’in unison as it flickered on and off. I just imagine it like one of these zombie movies with the last remaining humans, and they converge around the place. They never got tired, and they never got bored of singing.

    Our trip today started with Makadara, went to Ofafa Maringo, where they had the Hodi Hodi Club, which  then Ofafa Jericho, then Bahati, then to Kaloleni where Tata Bush was gone. WE missed out on going to Bondeni, where Cucu and Guka moved to next, then they went to Makadara. From there to Ofafa Maringo, and from Ofafa to Garden Estate. Where we’ve been for the past 20 odd years. When my grandfather changed Kaigwa General stores to a bar – the Hodi Hodi club, he got a pair of gentlemen to run it, and they eventually bought it off him, as he began a farm on the land here in Garden Estate, our current residence.

    It was a great privilege to see where my relatives were born and track the life and times of my grandparents as they began to work their way up in life. My late grandfather became deputy mayor of Nairobi, my grandmother, a businesswoman. All in all it’s been a blessing, and the perfect way to celebrate family in a new way.

    Amen to that.