Top 5 Kenyan Bloggers Who Inspire(d) Me

I read a number of blogs but I must have a very short attention span because the ones I go back to are few so if you capture my attention there is something you are doing right for me. As a result I keep reading the few blogs again and again until I stumble on another ‘interesting’ blog to add to my blogroll. Now, there are many excellent Kenyan bloggers out there, I salute them all.. but this is the story of my journey down the road of blogging and the good blogs I have stumbled upon along the way. And also I’m too lazy to search for good if not better blogs to read, I depend too much on chance to find those.

1. Anyiko

Anyiko’s writing makes me tic, takes me to different places and evokes different emotions in me as I read. And she has managed to be consistent in having this effect on me. Always leading me to want to write some more… to write better. I have once borrowed one of her blog posts and had it posted on my blog here (of course with her permission) and part two of that post here. I liked the post so much I wrote my version here. So when it comes to inspiration, she is at the top on my list.

I’m an avid writer, words mean a lot to me and Anyiko knows how to use words, making your mind stretch and twist in ways that you didn’t figure possible. To add to this she is also very prolific, something I am not. Envy that.

2. ShikoMsa

One part of the duo (you’ll find out who the other part of the duo is, read on) that welcomed me to the universe of blogging this one. I like how she tells her stories, and how she makes her arguments. Her blog has always been nice to look at and always has the most appropriate photos for her posts, very neat. She’s unique like that. I also like how she writes about things that are specifically Kenyan and sometimes.. Kikuyu. Like the gizzard story here, it stuck on my mind that one.

3. Mama

The (d) in inspire above was put for her sake, she seems to have vanished but a part of me wants to believe that she just moved to a new url that i do not know of. She is the other part of the duo I talked about above.

4. Ourkid

He also doesn’t blog nowadays but his presence is still felt from the comments he makes on blog posts. Brutally humourous! Also one of the first bloggers I read. I just don’t know how he did it, he made me literally laugh out loud with his writing, something not so common with most writers. Mostly I giggle or smile at funny pieces of writing. I hope he writes again soon.

5. Bikozulu

A great story-teller with a wide readership. His writing is the type I’d be willing to pay for. Also funny in a clever way. I don’t even think myself fit to write about his writing, he is of another level. I rarely leave comments on his blog because I think he gets enough and someone is most likely to have spoken my mind for me but I always read through the long but captivating posts. It’s always a pleasure.

There, that’s my list. These are the blogs whose url’s are etched in my mind. I visit their blogs anytime anywhere. If you are not on my list don’t fret, I’m most probably not in yours. Again, these are the 5 blogs I most cherish… there are many a few more.

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Soothe My Guilt

A mother gave up her daughter for adoption right after birth because she couldn’t take care of it. She had the baby at 14. Daughter lives most of her life resentful of her mother for giving her up and in an attempt to bury her grief she puts all her mind in her academics and career and excels. Mother lives most of her life with guilt and to ease it off she frequently writes her daughter letters that she does not send and also quietly celebrates her birthdays, a daughter of whom she didn’t know the real name. That is part of the story of the movie, Mother and Daughter. Seems like most of my inspiration comes from movies recently but oh well. I’m somehow itching to tell how it ends but I don’t want to spoil it for those who would end up watching it.

I have a friend, lets name her Julie. Our relationship keeps oscillating between the statuses of friends and non-friends so it’s not even appropriate for me to call her a friend right now, our relationship pendulum points at the non-friends side. The reason; I said an insensitive thing that I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry for it but that’s not my point. The point is I miss her and I have borrowed the mother’s way of dealing with guilt albeit with slight modification. I have decided that I will keep sending my ‘friend’ texts letting her know how I’m doing and what I’m up to every now and then but not expecting any response. That way, my screwed up self thinks that I’ll be paying for my baloney but she won’t have to. Its crazy but I want to pay the price. If I can have my cake and it too then why not? Unless she warns me to stop. I coincidentally loooove cake, I thought I should mention.

Anybody out there suffer from guilt? I can help you soothe it or better yet, get rid of it. Here are my theoretically awesome but practically unproven pointers on how to deal with it.

Strategy No 1: Simply Forget

As Swahili wise men once said; bury it in the grave of oblivion (my translation is accurate, eh?), whatever it is that makes you guilty . Yes, brainwash yourself and allow yourself to undergo selective amnesia BUT, and this is the catch, while applying this strategy never under any circumstances should you apologize! This works well with dudes, just walk up to the guy whom you wronged and start talking like everything is cool between the two of you. He will thank you for it! I don’t know about other men but I find it disturbing for another man to apologize to me. My long time friend tried it on me the other day and I couldn’t kill the conversation any faster. Like; “I know it was my fault and I shouldn’t have done that and I’m very sor…” Dude! Its OK! I don’t even remember what you did.

Strategy No 2: Make It Right

This is where you need to know your flowers, what each colour means. Buy yourself some gifts, pamper yourself.. or sometimes them. If you killed someone (a little extreme I know), make it your business to save lives, trust me it helps. If you were caught cheating with your best friend’s wife, you can let them have yours… kidding lol XD. You generally get my point, you can make your bad deeds seem less deplorable by doing a few good ones. And you have to work hard at convincing yourself that they are. I prefer people to apply this on me, just buy me cake and we are fine.. not less than a kilo, did I mention that I like cake? I like them with lots of cream.

Strategy No 3: Find An Outlet

My first year in high school I was a depressed kid, if it were not for writing I would have exploded or something. It’s the same with guilt, find an outlet. This is best suited for those things you do or don’t do and are not proud of, things that are undoable, like not telling a loved one that you love them enough times, then they die on you. I’m sorry, my examples are just tragic but did the message hit home? Oh, like Jay-Z bought his nephew a car and the nephew died in the same car in a road accident, then he felt guilty like he played a part in it. Such stuff. Find an outlet, for Jigger it’s music. Find yours, it could be boxing.. whatever.

Three is my magic number and my word count is way beyond the minimum that I set for myself for each post so… I end it here. Until next time.

Kenya The Mob

“I’m not being negative, I’m just positive that you’ll screw up!”

-A quote from the movie Fast5

The Mob

We are a mob, that’s what we are us Kenyans. In most things we do including how we think, it has become a part of us to the point it drives us into having latent fears of being ‘lynched’! When engaged in arguments, the mentality is always who wins and not what’s best. The new constitution for example, dare question it and you are an anti-reformist, case closed *bang!*.  That’s just one example and I choose to leave it that, you can spot other examples by yourself if you live in Kenya and are keen enough. 99.9% of the times I correctly predict the outcome of news opinion polls. Now, either I’m just too smart which I doubt, or we are too predictable because we are scared of being in the losing lot and care so much about being ‘right’. A more saddening thing is that we are not so accommodating to people of different opinion, just to put it mildly.

In a totally unrelated issue, I recently read- more like tweavesdropped (eavesdropping on twitter), on two tweeps arguing on a very tricky matter. The subject at hand was the refugee crisis at the Dadaab camp here in Kenya where there are many starving people, Somalis and Kenyans alike. One person commented that if the Government of Kenya had taken any relief food to that part of the country, then starving Kenyans should be given precedence over the foreigners. A few people didn’t take this comment so well. I just enjoyed the exchange of tweets that ensued. I would like to hear what you think.

But Kenyans are my people. I’m behind all my Kenyan people. Our leaders are all good, not perfect but they are all good. The education system could improve but at least we have schools. Super highway on Thika Road didn’t come by itself, my Kenyan leaders made it possible. We are among the first African nations to have fibre optic, we have a new constitution that’s all-inclusive… who did that? That was my people! Touch one of my people and see me get all crazy, we the mob! lol.

Back to planet earth as if I didn’t mean a word of the previous paragraph, no secret that it’s an unpopular opinion that our leaders deserve credit for anything. So either of two things may happen; I’ll have to face the wrath of the mob and be verbally lynched in broad daylight for taking the side of the enemy who for years has imbibed funds from the public coffers for their own good or I’ll not be taken seriously enough because it’s just too ridiculous it only deserves a good laugh. Either way, I’m just trying to be positive for my people! Is it wrong for me to attempt being positive that my leaders are positive enough to make positive decisions, execute positive actions that will have a positive impact on the rest of us? Is that wrong? Well, let me get back to my sleep and dream because I refuse to be ‘right’.

Signed,

The Mob.