Oh I am a spirit for sure
Dancing over black holes
Coz no gravity can hold me down
It is nebulous and fantastic
I am beautiful
With eyes that twinkle like stars
My breasts heavy
Two galaxies in space
My waist circled with saturn’s rings
Going for Waldemar’s concert at the museum of Nairobi last Wednesday was definitely a highlight of my life. This song gets my heart on wings.
Michel Ongaro is a Kenyan guitarist and vocalist
You told me
You would rather commit suicide
Than watch me live as I do
Why would you tell me this?
Would you tell me this if you really loved me?
Its not something you did in the past that hurts me
Its what you do now
Those unkind words you so carelessly
shout at me
With you drunken rage
Do you know peace?
Are you really at peace?
Loving you is a war
It is a dictatorial relationship
It oppresses my being
Please come watch the birds with me
Please come see the rain as it softly lands from the sky
And we will have peace
The foundation of all that is beautiful in life
And only then can our nation be at peace
The nation is me and you
How mother and daughter shall choose to live
Is how daughter and her children will live
It is the way of life we will live as a nation
The nation is me and you
I have been quite busy documenting jewellery makers in Kenya of late. This is work I do as part of my content fellowship at soko. An exciting start up that helps craftsmen in Kenya become global entrepreneurs.
This has been a beautiful time travelling to near and far places to see them at work. You would never believe what a willing heart can accomplish when given the right tools and skills. #positivevibes
I am currently working on a story about Ojiko. He has the skill to create beautiful jewellery at his fingertips. Keep looking up the blog at soko for the full story.
I wasn’t at the protest today. My heart was torn between telling a story of struggle we cannot yet see or going to one where the struggle is more agitated.
But the truth is, I do not yet have the courage to protest so violently.
Many thanks to all who took the courage to go for the #FEB13PROTEST!! We all owe wonderful people like you the freedoms we currently enjoy. And you protest against those who are slowly taking them away.
We are not a country that easily recognizes and pays respect to those who really deserve it. Because people like me, privileged and unconscious about the privilege, don’t really understand anger. You don’t really have a reason to have rage when everything goes smoothly.
We never heard what the reverend had to say nor did they let Boniface Mwangi talk, on TV. And news is the god of all that goes on for us. Our eyes are stuck on the TV and we have forgotten to look and understand the world with our own eyes.
People like Boniface Mwangi scare us. Where do they get the energy to be so brave?
When we meet our members of parliament, most of us round our shoulders and stoop low, calling mheshimiwa, while we bitterly call them thieves in our hearts. I wonder what they do to avoid meeting Boniface….A pigs blood bath showed them what they really are.
Photo from here.
Most of us won’t have the courage to protest. I wasn’t there for this protest either.
Nor I guess would I have been a woman of courage like Mekatilili Wa Menza, nor any of the women generals during the struggle for independence nor been a woman like Wangari Maathai.
Througout history, courageous people have stepped and taken the worst, to fight for the freedoms and privileges we enjoy in Kenya. We should at least remember these brave souls and say thank you.
The media did a great injustice in how they choose to report the protest. Find out more for yourself here. This is a dropbox link with all the protest placards and Reverend Njoya’s speech