KENYAN AND CRAZY

Greed, hate and envy those are the things we see every day. Sorry for starting this week on such a low note but any true Nairobian knows that wherever they go, they cannot be surprised if they run into this. For anyone who has read my earlier posts you know by know that I have been through all the hood levels and i can say without a doubt that this exists everywhere. I’m gonna back up a bit to explain why i speak of these vices today. I read an article this morning talking about the greed Kenyans have, click here if you would like to read it, it resonated with me because it was all true. I cannot speak for all Kenyans except for the ones I know so Im gonna say that I know not of any greater greed, hatred or envy than what I have seen here in Nairobi. It may be true that I have not lived anywhere else but most of it is directed to the person standing next to you so hate me or love me, it’s all true. So if we were to get down to the facts, we can start with what I believe is th

A Nairobian is someone who has been born and brought up in the great city of Nairobi, such a title is coveted among the rural folk and is used by them to refer to their city dwelling cousins. I have carried and borne that title with as much respect as I could possibly muster and shall continue as such for the rest of my natural life. After that short loyalty pledge to our great city, the truth of the matter is that Nairobi is full of garbage. Not where I live, where I work or even my entertainment spots but where the salt to the earth people of Nairobi live is just full of degrading filth. When I was younger, and that was not too long ago, the best evidence to show that you have indeed visited the city is taking a boat ride through Uhuru Park and having your photo taken at KICC (Kenyatta International Conference Center for those who do not know). The photos are shot to depict the person is actually holding the top of the building. I took a walk down the street where the photogra

All hail Nairobians.   I hail from a diverse, complicated and highly volatile community called Nairobi. Our little city has a population of over three million people that represent every language group on the planet. You will find a member of every known earthly population right here on our very own red volcanic soil, probably except for Eskimos coz of the temperature. I have lived in Nairobi my whole life, all 25 years of it, and I am proud to say that I have experienced all of it. The slums, the high rises and suburbs all have some sort of wisdom to offer any person who ventures into this city hoping to make it big, or at least etch out a living. In those 25 years I have closely observed how the people here make it from one day to another and how the choices they make help shift the next generation to whole new ways of thinking or behaviour. Let’s start with the slums; the origin of the word slum is thought to be the Irish phrase ' S lom é (pron. s'lum ae) mea