Monthly Archives: January 2016

Of Lavish African loving.

“And remember, as it was written, to love another person is to see the face of God.” — Les Miserable

I’m fascinated by writers. African writers specifically, even those with the charm of a corpse always manage to stir deep feelings of passion within me, anger or even regret, depending on what time in history they wrote. Because the African writers’ calendar dates back to when the colonialists came to Africa, perhaps, when Africans began to write in languages that foreigners could read ad understand.

I’m constantly peeved by the books written about Africa on my humble bookshelf, but my anger, unless countered by a new book written by me or other Africans that scoff at Englishmen of old or backpacking American journalists turned African experts, then I could as well tell it to the birds. It really is our fault that we do not have many African writers who can pen our own stories and help bring to life that now famous line, ‘The African narrative’ which in all fairness has evolved and transformed over time, and Africa, in many ways is rising. Numbers don’t lie, the economists say.

So, I’ve recently stumbled upon one Dunduzu Chisiza, he is described as a Nationalist and early agitator for independence in Nyasaland, now Malawi. Reading about him introduces you to an African that would not be stopped by class, colour or creed. His publications and style of writing literally tug at my heart.

He writes:
” In Africa, we believe in strong family relations. We have been urged by well meaning foreigners to break these ties for one reason or another. No advice could be more dangerous to the fabric of the society. charity begins at home. So does the love of fellow human being. By loving our parents, our brothers and sisters, cousins, aunts, uncles, nephews and nieces, and by regarding them as members of our families, we cultivate the habit of loving lavishly, of exuding human warmth and compassion, and of giving and helping. But I believe that once so conditioned, one behaves in this way not only to ones family, but also to the clan, the tribe, the nation and to humanity as a whole.”

Dunduzu goes ahead and talks about insubordination of national loyalties to international loyalties, referring to foreigners as Individualists who cannot foster internationalism.’

For me, Kenya is at the point where cynicism is the the order of the day. The days of women laughing heartily and young men and women celebrating each other has tapered down to wanton criticism, gossip, negative ethnicity and a uniquely high breed of hatred. We hate everything and anyone that’s Kenyan. The National Football team, The Rugby players, Public personalities, Kenyan firms. Everthing and everyone that’s Kenyan is constantly on the chopping board, it is everything that constructive criticism is not about.

Does this, after reading Dunduzu say something about our social fabric? Is there any more lavish loving that seeps beyond our nuclear family units and into the family next door? Have we tightened the rope too tough to allow cultures that are individualistic in Nature to wear out the African fabric that’s laced with respect and universal love. Deep lavish love.

For many, this may appear simplistic, but I’m student of this assertion, that Maybe, it is all about love.

Why I’m excited about my vision board for 2016

Picture Credits: Google Images

Happy New year from Nairobi!

It’s been an exciting evening, one of those unplanned evenings that is likely to shape my year! I went into a friends house for a quick meeting, and found her with friends working on their vision boards for 2016. I’m quite a sucker for visualising dreams and working towards goals by writing them down. I’m a firm believer in the words ‘seeing is believing’, and oh! what a perfect way start to the new year!

After our quick meet on her balcony, Nakia allowed me to sit amongst her and her friends as they cut out pictures and titles from an array of magazines and wrote down their visions, hopes and dreams using words and pictures, all planning, praying and hoping for an incredible 2016. From writing about their reflections to personal purpose, to relationship goals and personal growth plans, I sat and sucked in the positive energy from these incredible women who are ready to take on the new year with a bang.

I’m excited.

2015 was a ground breaking year on so many levels for me, and when I look at my vision board for last year, I realise I did not get that Range Rover Evoque that sits pretty on my board, but the fruit didn’t fall too far from the tree. There’s a few other things that i didn’t not completely accomplish, they’re a constant reminder that I must get started. For me, seeing what I deeply wish for every morning when I’m up up and getting ready to leave the house, instills fresh passion and an absolute reboot to life, every day.

I’m looking at 2016 as the year of growth. Of finding new passions, writing books, reading, cooking, making new friends and appreciating old friends and family. I’m looking to launch Keyara Organics in a big way and also to grow as a Journalist and as a media expert. I’m looking to be great mother and friend. I’m looking to travel the world and to love, deeply, truly and stupidly.

To have incredible conversations and to laugh, and dance, like no one’s watching.

Here’s to 2016!