Did you know you are a stereotype?

For quite sometime, I haven't blogged, forgive my tight schedule. But sometime just happened yesterday that I think has portrayed the stereotype syndrome deeply rooted in us Kenyans. I have always seen tribalism as an end in itself, better put, tribalism is just a by product of stereotype perception. The real product to me is a primitive cross cutting perspective on how we handle matters of national importance.
Just some few weeks ago an urgly incident happened in migori county. It was an urgly incident because it did not just disrespect Uhuru Kenyatta but also the presidential institution. As a matter my disappointment were made worse by the social media outburst that condemned the entire migori community instead of condemning the urgly character. We all played the all righteous and the ever sober self with out regard to our self discovery. One thing I know about you who is reading this post, is that ideologically, politically or even religious you are a stereo type, some would choose to call it conservative.
It is a disease if not an epidermic that is eating down our social fabric. Stereotype is a biased opinion, it is an insensitive phenomena when dealing with issue. It is the syndrome of seing the good and whitewashing the bad. It is the disease of seing the bad and whitewashing the good. Better put, stereotypes have got a narrow prism from which they can pursue issue. Stereotypes in nature do not empathize with the other party, neither do they have the good will. It is a mental deficiency that can explain why some judge people using their community background. I know the fast thing you did when you visited this blog you looked at my sir name and said this imbecile is a cord mouthpiece. Am a proud Kenyan and am will not allow myself be relegated to a tribal charlatan.
A little bit of that, a friend of mine who condemned the heckling of the president was overwhelmed with joy when they learned the whipping of raila odinga. I can't explain why it was so but I guess it is because raila isn't his/ her favorite. The pain that the president and the entire nation got from that heckling in migori cannot be worse than the pain raila got and those who adore him. Both of them are outstanding leaders with great political influence. If we are true to ourselves then the way we treat one leader must be the same way we should treat another, our political differences notwithstanding. Do to others what you would like them to unto you. If you expect the rest of the people to respect the leader of your choice, then it would only be prudent if you can emulate the Same. If you expect people to love you, then must you give that love.
Am not mad, am not partisan, my humble observation is that many of us are stereo types, and worse still we do not acknowledge that fact. You think you are learned and you still cherish tribalism, in the name of nature of the system, then my friend college gave you a piece of paper and left you with a half empty brain. If you are learned and you loved the migori incident and hated the kwale caning, even Harvard college cannot emancipate your mind from mediocre reasoning. If you are learned and you hated the migori incident and loved the caning, then naturally, you are a mediocre. Guess what in any group of people, mediocrity is the most counted, are you one of the many? If yes, then the tribal cancer of this nation begins from you.

For the last couple of days, I have been away, in a rather but an interesting environment altogether. I loved the experience, not because it was good but because it was new and unique.

Wajir: My One Hour Experience

As I write this post, am just taking time on my hotel bed minutes after landing at Wajir international airport. You are surprised its called Wajir international airport, don't be, aircraft from Somali converge here before proceeding to Nairobi. I do not know the reason why but I guess its because of security reasons.
My one hour experience in wajir county is that the only coverage of tarmac is within the airport and not entirely, only the runway, this notwithstanding the international status. As we head outside the airport into the taxi bay, I noticed that the whole place is Sandy. Its hard to differentiate the road and a plain ground. Wondering where we gonna lay our heads for the next one or so weeks, Dula our taxi man comfortably takes us into a cool but bushy vicinity. This will be our domicile for the time being. With regard to our prior experiences, we are not amused by the desolation of this place. But we are just informed that it is the only choice if not the better one.
We book rooms and immediately head to town to quench the pangs of hunger. Don't judge us, we left Nairobi so early. At the restaurant, am fascinated by the swiftness of this waiter. He doesn't take orders, he tables what he thinks befits you. Early this morning it is a norm for any of us to have a cup of tea, but that's not the case here. We are served with roasted goat meat, a delicacy that reminds me of my three days in isiolo. Such are the moments that you wish would last forever. The town is full of donkeys and goats. The car parking is anyway even in the middle of the road. Traveling wagons are what defines the parking lot, this brings up another memory; of eldoret town and the Toyota vits swag.
Am still watching, currently our hotel rooms have no electricity, I really do not know what is happening back there in Kenya, please guys keep me posted. OK

The Ku Klux Clan

The Ku klux clan is at it again. Tearing the flesh of the nation in the quest to quench their untamed greed for material wealth. But what is more, they are not a worried lot, neither are they shaken by some media blackmail and innuendos. Their agent is residing at the house on the hill. He preaches water but his eyes tells you its wine, he talks tough but Lenku does soft and rhetorically, he inspires through public appearances but fails to sustain our high spirits. This is a tale of an average Kenyan, a kenyan who believes that leadership should offer solutions and not create problems, that leadership should spearhead development and not retrogress on the gains already made.

Am a sad man if not a sad Kenyan, ever since the jubilee government took on the mantles of powers, our candles of hope have been dimming, and they have been dimming at an unprecedented rate. Needless to say, the corruption therein, is inherent, but also it goes without saying that the two flamboyant chaps have perfected the art of massaging corruption with well written public speeches. The law is supreme, and the law stipulates clearly how the affairs of the nation are to be carried out, it demarcates delegation of duty from the sovereign power of the Kenyan people. Inasmuch as the back stops at the head of state, he represents the people and that means the back stops at each one of us.His decisions influence the national trajectory, his discretion is a collective sum of the Kenyan people and that should tell Mr. Kenyatta the gravity of the office he has been given by the Kenyan people.

About yesterday's revocation of some 22 company held title deeds, I am glad I did not waste my time listening to what I perceive as a comic moment where the entire nation is to be told lies and propaganda to settle political scores and set another PR mission, I was right he just did. Just like before, Uhuru Kenyatta has done little to convince me that I can sell him my trust. The guy is confident, why lie! But the guy is a propagandist. It defeats the purpose of a nation trying to mine truth from its agent who consistently fabricates findings that implicate his adversaries at the expense of National truth. With the mandate to protect the Kenyan people, his failure so far as always been blamed on the opposition. So funny if not petty.

So, If indeed yesterday's revelations are anything to go by, then it is my belief, that according to the president this explains the Genesis of the Lamu massacre altogether. If this is true then the audit report is long overdue and contradicts any other intelligence information there before. Sometimes back I was shocked to watch the president unequivocally blaming political machinations on the Mpeketon attacks. I wasn't alone, the response from the public was quick and tremendous. The logic at which this allegations were founded on was not even next to academic theories. An intelligence information done too quick within one day and goes on to implicate certain individuals while the Westgate report which took a couple of months is still a myth to a majority of us. Who can be fooled by such mediocre blame games.And now how comes governor Timmammy the victim of all this power tussles was yesterday right behind the president when he was once more lying to the entire nation. Has the new unfolding s, acquitted Timmammy of any wrong doings? Which court has affirmed that?

Now Mr. President, what is it again about land and the Lamu discourse. Now which road shall we take? My choice is at your disposal Mr. President, should we take the political orchestrations or shall we go with the yet to be revealed Ku klux clan of pigs. Another question begs, is this audit report that has exposed this rot in Lamu put into perspective the TJRC findings? Another question begs, According to you, what shall we take seriously, your people's report or the TJRC report? So how logical is it that the TJRC report finds land injustices way back during independence time, while your report finds injustices only when Aggrey James Orengo oversaw the land docket? Does your report highlight the court case on how Jomo allocated thousands of acres of land to your cousin Muigai and Beth Mugo? When are we going to get your apology as required by the TJRC report?

A friend of mine Dr. Ben Osama today in the morning posted on his facebook wall, "It is very hard to take Jubilee seriously. Interrupting #Mary Cruz to tell us land was grabbed(it has been here since 1963), and Orengo was minister as 22 companies grabbed 500k acres when the Judiciary is functional. Such a declaration should come from activists like #Sonko, OkiyaOmtata and the likes. But a Presidential Presser? No" Am not the only one who does not take this regime seriously, and am not the only one who thinks Uhuru Kenyatta is a joke who had no idea about what he was going to state house to do. As a matter of fact, the son of Jomo knows nothing about geopolitical dynamics of Kenya, and according to Cyprian Nyakundi, a wrong advise to this boy, is drastic for this nation, for he doesnt have the discretion to separate good from evil.

Winston Churchill and the Likes

Winston Spencer Churchill was the last person the Britons could think of, to lead them to war against the fast rising Hilter of Germany. The threat of hilter infringing the sovereignty of other nations was apparent. Inasmuch as the world knows hitler as history's worst dictator or a saddist for that matter, there's one thing that we do not appreciate about hitler. Hitler, was a leader, a resounding leader, a charismatic leader who talked to the hearts of the Germans. Hitler goes in record as a non-germany who led germany charismatically and almost made the whole nation believe he was their messiah. In fact before his rise to power, previous governments restricted him from talking in public places, not like he incited people, but because he convinced people and sold his opinion and ideology massively.

Very few in history can match the charisma Hitler manifested in his leadership. Very few world leaders have been able to rally behind themselves a whole nation like Hitler did. Nelson Mandela for instance and Mahathma Gandhi of India. Other world leaders however much the contributions they have made to their nations still remain just but a piece of politicians, struggling to convince their masses to support their course. In Kenya for instance, charismatic people like Tom Mboya attracted love and hate in equal measures. Raila Odinga has got passionate lovers and passionate haters in equal measures. The reigning love child, Uhuru Kenyatta, has got lovers and haters in equal measures, even Obama being among the most powerful faces in the international politics cannot set foot in some of the world's destination. Americans love him, but they hate in equal measures.

Back to my point, Winston Churchill was not a very good orator compared to the likes of Martin Lutherking, JF Kennedy, and Macus Garvey. He was not. His political muscles were wanting if not weak. But he knew one thing, he knew the fears of the britons, their disillusioned soul, he knew that Britons needed a captain to shield them against the aggressing Hitler. This was their fear and whoever could do this was their greatest friend. Him being a combatant and having struggled through a political life-cycle had an opportunity to serve his country at the highest office. He made the world famous maiden speech, tears, blood, sweat and toil.

I really agree totally with what churchill told Britons, that he had nothing to offer them only blood, sweat, tears and toil. That is what he stood for, and there's another thing he didn't mention, he offered them greed too. Having a history in the military and travelling to world destinations like south Africa and even escaping from custody gave him leverage over Hitler. Churchill smarshed Hitler, why lie. The shame of the loss made Hitler not to go for another day of breathing. But again if Hitler was a villain then churchill was also a villain. To affirm victory over the germany territory, Churchill bombed a germany refuge camp that housed over 500,000 peace loving harmless and helpless germans. He was ruthless and heartless.

Churchill ordered the British troops to come to Kenya to massacre our men and women in the pretence of a crackdown on Mau mau. Churchill refused to aid dying Indians who were dying of hunger and Famine. His reason being, Mahathma Gandhi being a dedicated spiritualist who fasted for even more than 7 days was not yet dead. This to churchill implied that the hunger was not serious since Gandhi was still alive. Again this resulted to over five million Indians and Parkistans dying.

Just as Hitler, Churchill was a villain, he was a saddist, heartless, ruthless and mean. But Ironically, Germans acknowledge the atrocities of Hitler, Britons only acknowledge the victories of Winston. Infact he is celebrated as the greatest Briton of all time. This greatest Briton massacred our men and women in Kiambu, this greatest Briton massacred over 500,000 innocent german refugees, this greatest briton watched as millions of Indians died while the remedy was in his right hand. Sir Winston Spencer Churchill did good to write the chronicles of his times with blood on human flesh.

#word, the prism through which we perceive leadership has got an endless wide spectrum. Britons love Churchill, not that he was good, the world hates Hitler, not that he was totally bad, the world loves Obama not that he is that good, the world may hate Puttni, not that he is bad but because they think he is bad. #lesson, love Raila Odinga and Love Uhuru Kenyatta, both of them are good. Hate Raila Odinga and Hate Uhuru Kenyatta, both of them are bad

Chatty chatty mouth

Yesterday while I was getting back home in the evening, just as usual I booked a matatu at the sarit center round-about. I was lucky the rates were still normal because quite oftenly the touts take advantage of us having no other alternative. That is not the point, I happened to sit next to a young flamboyant lawyer, not sure if he was actually a lawyer, but judging from the conversation I was keenly following, I could tell the young man was an intern in one of the leading audit firms in town.

At first, he looked sober, composed and collected. I could tell his suit was either one week old and most probably sourced from one of the upmarket stores in town. The boy was elegantly fitting in a red tie with short hair, shiny shoes and you could tell he had a taste for perfumes. It was needless to say the guy looked corporate, because he dressed and smelt corporate. He sat on the far end of the 14 seater while I chose to sit next to the tout. I guess I did this to remind this tout to give me the bus fare balance because oftenly they pretend to forget. Purposely, such like risks I avoid them in due course. We sat in silence for about two or so minutes.

Then came two fly chic's, I guess that's how Nairobians describe red lipped, light skin & scantly dressed girls. Then again another bunch of fly chic's came in before the last two filled the back seats. We sat in silence perhaps being conscious of the gender forces that could be operating in this PSV. Lackly for this boy his collegemate came and sat at the front seat, just behind the driver seat. But at first he didn't recognize his friend. The car was now full and we were ready to take off. From the headcount, I could tell that there were almost eleven weaves and five Bald-heads the driver n the tout boy included.

There was total silence and seemingly nobody wanted any interruption of his/her peace. Personally, I love this scenario, I just had enough noise in the office, what do I need more noise for. Like it is always the norm with Nairobi touts, we started tithing and offering. The boy in front turned his head and realized his friend just seated right behind him. The greetings that followed were shaky and flowsy, somehow roudy and attension seeking. I could tell it has been a while since these two dudes have hanged out. Just as how warm we men we tend to become when we bump into one of our oldschool boys, the conversation that follows quite oftenly is comprehensive, we only try not to gossip.

 Both boys were in a 5000 or so suit, of course you do not expect anybody boarding this vehicle to be in that 2500 suit from Eastleigh. I could see from the tone and the ascent that the two attended college most probably in the States. Of course I was wrong, it was Kenyans doing what they do best, faking. Given a chance I could fake my ascent better than this two chaps. Don't judge me, am just saying.The advent of the conversation came in fast and furious. My boy lost his cool, the corporate cool, which always guards reputations jealously.There's one thing I know about corporates, reputation is more paramount than character. This is another definition of hypocrisy.

As the conversations kicked, I listened keenly and so did everybody on board, I could tell from the silence. The seat could not hold him any more, he felt like now he could fly. He could not help but shout, he could not hold his hand any-more but throw the hands in the air like little weezy in a rap concert, at one point my nose was almost blown off. As if aware of the loud silence in the room and his conspicuous elegance, my boy raised his voice beyond the roof. My ears were busting and I mean literally.

The conversation was quite interesting. The two work in neighbouring institutions, both of which are international corporates. Within some few minutes I could tell the guy was earning 65,000 and his colleague 70,000. I could also tell that the guy clobbered a first class in law school. I could tell that the guy lives in a two bedroomed apartment in a lower kabete gated community. I could tell that the boy pays 25000 of monthly house rent. I could also tell that his designer suit was sourced from Sanhedrin at the nakumatt junction. Not like am this nosy, they made sure that each one of us are conciously carried along their conversation.

Can I say more, yes I will. I could tell that the boy flies to Mombasa weekly to hang out with his buddies. I could tell that the boy is single and has turned down hot chics who have  come begging for dates. I could also tell the guy doesn't do Kenyan chic's, he prefers Britons over Americans. His latest designer suit was quoted 45,000 I could tell. Waauh, this boy was a fly dude right? His voice was raised to a level of beyond reasonable doubt that the fly creatures behind our backs were capturing every pronunciation of each word as it came. I can't remember all that I captured from this conversation but I also heard him mention that his weekends are fully booked up to December 2014. To this guy a range rover is an ambition of an average mediocre out there. He dreams flying choppers. Come on dude, uko na doo!

All this time I really wondered if we really deserved  to be part of this conversation. Must we know how much you spend on your pants, how many clients you ve represented in a law suit. Must you tease women with how much you earn, and how hard is for any of them to afford you? Must we know how many naked pizzas you stomach in a week? Come on Nairobi, flowsing is a lifestyle I know but please, there's an audience for flowsers. Of course I didnt pretend to be listening, but I could not help but wonder how naughty we sometimes get. Nairobi women love money, that we can take to the bank man, but come on man, approach her silently and tell her, 'hey sweerie, I earn a million dollars from my company, and I would love to take you out", she surely will concept. Stop the broadcasting niggar.

My point is, sometimes we do more harm than good. At times we love it when we are just centres of attention, but in most cases, for the wrong reasons. At times we want to entice interests from certain quarters, however we attract the wrong interest. At times we go for a PR campaign, but it turns out it is a suicidal mission. Normally, my achievements and accomplishments are the affairs of my heart. I share them when need arises and when I think its appropriate. Ladies and Gentlemen, Public relations is not taught in class, but I guess you don't have to attend such a class before you know that certain conversations are to be shut up.

Of women and bikinis

We are living in dangerous times, the times that saint Paul reffered to as the perilous time, where people will grow in wickedness, their love will grow cold, they will be disobedient and lovers of money and themselves. Sadly this people will have a form of godliness but reject the power of God. They will be the kind of people who say, we are living in a modern generation and God should learn to live with that. Hahaha! how funny do we sometimes get?

And these people will be hypocrites. They are the kinds of people who will see the speck in my eye but ignore the log in their own eyes. These are the same people who will compliment a half naked vera sidika on national television with 'ooh you look sexy' compliments but demonize Ruth matete with the same attire! They are the people who will admire Rihanna in a fully naked attire at the same time rebuke any other woman for wearing such attires. But the question is, what is the difference, between Vera sidika and Ruth Matete? What is the difference between Rihanna and any other woman who will want to emulate her wicked dressing? Why is this society turning out to be a double standard society? Are women not of the same anatomy? Or is Rihanna's anatomy up for public consumption unlike any other? Is Vera Sidika's flesh more righteous than any other woman? What is the measure of our morality? Which is the benchmark? Does this benchmark shift standards from individual to individual?

These people are reading this blog now. These people will rebuke a woman who will post her images on social media in bikinis in the comfort of her bedroom and massage another with same attire in the broadness of the sand beaches. These people, I do not understand them, do you? A bikini in the bedroom and a bikini in the sand beach, to me it is just a bikini. And again it remains a treasured attire, secret, private and confidential to the wearer and that other person with rights to touch it.This attire is a seal to the sovereign and treasured zones that should remain sealed until you in the comfort of your bedroom. Now, bikinis on facebook and twitter, is like Bikinis in the streets of Nairobi, there's no difference.

Come on who is fooling who? A bikini in the bedroom and a bikini in the beaches but both of which are posted on Facebook are different? That which was worn on the beach, does it cover a large circumference of the pelvic than that which was taken in the bedroom. On my Facebook wall I see so many of my female acquaintances posing in bikinis on sand beaches. The nakedness of this photos is quite revealing, the compliments that follow is what she really wanted. But am never amused neither am I surprised considering the role most ladies have embarked on in society nowadays; attention seeking. Today you will hate me, but get this point clearly, hoes love exposing the unexposable, don't be one.

I know somebody is asking how old fashion is this fool, doesn't he know that rihanna does the same or lupita nyongo. Oooh yes, rihanna does the same, does it make the wrong right? Absolutely not. If rihanna was to announce today that she was lesbian, will it make the act of lesbianism to be a righteous act? Absolutely not. You fool, why do you then think broadcasting your pelvic ozonals is fashionable. Who cares if you are in the beach or the swimming pool, who cares if everybody in the beach is in the same attire? A beach is a beach, and Facebook is a public street, and so are the other social media platform. If Bikinis are for the pool parties and sun busking in the beach, facebook or twitter is not a beach, it is a street, get that? It seems you just don't understand, do you?

If I were to ask you to walk with a bikini in the streets of Nairobi, I guess everybody will compliment you for being sexy right? You can imagine the reaction of the public, they will be like' wth with this chic, is she nuts'
Just like in the streets, so is Facebook, it is a public place not your bedroom. People desperate for comments and attention will go a mile higher to just get a comment, and sure enough the comments trickle in fast n furious. All this is hypocrisy and double standards of a society. Be kind to yourself and to your mother, if not, at least do this for your father, he might not die a raw analogue person! One day he might visit these social media streets and guess what he will bombard in that photo of you in a scarce bikini, just covering a very narrow element between your thighs! what a shame! Be advised