Friday, 26 October 2007

Kwa Marafiki Wangu


Kwa Marafiki Wangu...

Asante kwa kuvumilia mambo yangu...asante kwa kunipa moyo nikijazwa namawazo chungu nzima. Wajua jinsi ya kunituliza,kunipenda na kunipa uhuru ya kukuelezea yaliomo moyoni...hata kama siyo mambo ya maana.....

Shukran kwa utulivu ambaye unaye wakati kila kitu insambaratikia...na hiyo ujasiri yako wakati giza imenizingiria na ni mejazwa na uwoga...

Asante kwa kunishika na kunibusu..kunipa nafasi ya kutulia wakati shida na machozi yamenijaa

Mola awe nawe...akupe amani na baraka chungu nzima...

~Siki~

Hot Cops, Tributes and Random Rants



Its Friday, am lonely and I am pining for some attention. But knowing that history repeats itself I am probably going to spend it alone indoors reading a book, baby sitting or watching TV. Don’t get me wrong I love my own company …but I have my moments where I wish I could stop in the streets and ask for a hug….hahaha

As I was walking down the safe (ok safe-ish) streets of down town Nairobi the other day….I came across an old cop friend …I had forgotten all about him when I mentioned the Kenyan and Senegalese cop comparisons…hahaha I mean he is a gorgeous 6 and a half footer toothy grinned cop who arrests who firmly but politely…he is honest and helpful but you wont want to mess with him. When I see him I am usually in awe...mixed with some kind fear, a very strange mix. Anywayyyyyyyyy my point was….if all Kenyan cops were like him then we would be in a much happier place…and let me hope this cop issue of mine does not develop to an obsessive thing…

I am back in the city with a myriad of things to do...I spent an amazing week training on script writing with Charles Liburd .The class is amazing where my mama- drama temperament that my loved ones really hate was very welcome..only thing is being a little fire ball is one thing but writing that drama out in a script and having enough relevant ideas to make some producer interested in funding it is another totally different ball game…Any whoooo am working on faith and a lot of mustered courage …

Besides that, we are just waiting with bated breath for the intrigue that is the General Elections. Frankly I have already made my choice on who I want to be my next president I did it earlier to avoid the hassle of changing my mind each time a new propaganda strategy hits the headlines....people literally sway from one extreme to the other at each news bulletin or rumor (or both!)…its tiring…enough already!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now I must point out a few acknowledgments which is something I never do but I think I can make an exception today…in the past few months there are people who have touched my life is great and small ways and let me take a few minutes....

AK (Houston) – we all know you’re a geek but a very cute one, Happy Belated Birthday (ok am like one a half months too late) woiyeeeee! Mapenzi mob sana…and make sure you get on that flight to cast your vote and make Kenya proud!!! And don’t forget to pinch that hotel oatmeal soap I told you about sawa?

PAD(Dakar) – thanks for being sweet and great..and thanks for the presents. I hope you get to enjoy my country as much as I enjoyed yours. A kiss!

FF ( Dakar) – you are an amazing and beautiful person. Somehow I think you will soon wow the world with your immense power and psyche. And it helps that you are bill board material doesn’t it….Happy belated birthday pretty and thanks for all the help in Dakar.

WM (Toronto) – what can I say, you are like some angel sent to make sure I when I trip you get my ass up, I can wait to see you in Nairobi soon…A kiss and hug and know your always on my mind. Bless ya!

Mama(Heaven) –Mum, I miss you so much. My memories of you are so vivid even after 7 years…and by the way, you were right about men, they are all the same! Hahahaha…please don’t say, I-told-you-so….

I go to church a bit these days, I know you’d like to hear that. I was surprised that I can sing so many hymns still. The church goers still sing off key though….you know maybe if I pray real hard, a miracle can happen and you walk though the door and talk to me again. I really do miss you… Much love, your daughter…

.........And so I must wish to you my dear great readers a super weekend. Sleep a bit more if you can…what the heck….eat a bit more….have an extra beer if you think you should….snuggle closer to your loved one…then when you regret your weekend excesses on Monday, write me and let me know….

A kiss

~Siki~

Chairs in the Sea (Only In Senegal)

Thursday, 25 October 2007

Lonely Dinners


So day after day the fisherman load up and leave hoping that the day's catch will build him a fortune of sorts......

It must take so much optimism to be up at 3am. and sit and wait for the fish to swim by and bite the bait or get trapped in the nets...come rain, sunshine, a green moon, hormonal mood swings, sickness, laziness these guys go out each day no matter what.

There are no traffic jams to cover up your lateness...I am not sure what they do when they have a tummy upsets out there...Pee breaks I can imagine (but may not want to for purposes of keeping my appetite for lunch)....

This kind of seeming unending strength and commitment is something I admire...People who take very seriously what they do...whether they are in a lowly or a grand a day kind of job…

But you know sometimes I wonder…

My dad did this for 40 years at the expense of family coziness in the evening to make sure he got our bills paid, food on the table and a decent education for which I am wholly grateful (Thanks Baba!)…He would come home late and eat his dinner alone kept warm in the oven as my mother watched (she always patiently waited up for him) and he only got to see us when we were fast asleep…..I missed him sorely when he was nose deep in paperwork and in endless work crisis's…To get attention I had several attempts of naughtiness just to get him out of the office early to whip my ass after a looooooooooooong lecture and cross my fingers and hope that maybe he would come home early the next day....

Eventually, I got tired of the whippings and at some point and got busy with my school work, boys, fashion, boarding school and subsequent life and all the shit that comes with it…But even with that, now that he is retired and I am almost 30 the pregnant silences are too awkward to fill up when I ring him up or visit him…..The times apart from him while I was growing up made us grow too far apart to hope to recover…..I still love him anyway….


~Siki~

Tuesday, 23 October 2007

Fuschia Fever.....

Frothing Waters of the Atlantic

Sea Shore of Almadies - Dakar, Senegal

Sticky Heart Matters


In the sticky matters of the heart...and those horrible vague feelings that come with it that people call love...All you really need is to hope against hope is that fate fixes you up with someone who..............


You are really keen on


Understands your jokes


Reaches out to hold your hand in public without shyness or shame


Has a picture of you in his wallet


Knows how to make you feel guilty when you're wrong (or right?)


Is less lazier than you


Can brew good tea


Makes you feel rather important


Wakes up with you by his side


Wakes up with you in his mind when you're not by his side


Loves you no matter what


Always takes your side with others whether your right or wrong


Is not confused about what he feels for his ex's


Is not married to someone else


(You're not married to someone else!!!!)


Still thinks your beautiful than the women around you


Or is at least subtle about the fact that he finds your sisters, friends and neighbours much prettier than you…


Has the ability to laugh and laugh and laugh


Mostly with you and not at you


Is not an alcoholic


Only gambles at the stock exchange


And lives within kissable reach


~Siki~

Thursday, 18 October 2007

Single Horned Cutie

Baboon Cliff - Lake Nakuru

She Sells Sea Shells at the Sea Shore

Some Odd Colour Frenzy.....



The Colour Test....





A pink and lilac flower...

Lets study then and see which is BRIGHTER (pun intended) ...

~Siki~

Race and Intelligence Whats up with that???






What would the colour of my skin have to do with my intelligence (or lack of it..)

~Siki~


Get Rich Die Trying





Dear People and Martians..


Today I heard the most ridiculous thing from a friend....all of us being broke at the moment …were talking and wallowing in the yucky state...I absolutely abhor the state and this twit said to me its better to be poor but happy...

I respectfully disagree….am horrified at the thought that I can fathom any form of happiness when my bank account is dwindling...and I cant put food on the table...the thought makes me break into a cold sweat wake up at night and get sick with worry….

Maybe we need to readjust the notion that money isn't everything...the fact is at this time and point MONEY IS EVERYTHING...

Money is food on the table, money is decent housing and decent health care, education, peace, fuel, gas and err... yes...love...happiness and all these other flighty but useful things….

You can't eat love...

You can't pay bills with happiness..


That's a fact…


I think we should quit being complacent with our status in this sordid world and work hard each day to rid our selves of this stupid insane cycle of chronic poverty

I am gonna die rich or die trying...that is my happiness....

Peace...


~Siki~

Sunday, 14 October 2007

I am Human....



Do you sometimes wish that a hand, warm and pleasant, caressed your face traced your lips and lingered on your chin...
Do you at times crave to hear a husky whisper on your ear lightly saying sweet nothings that make you smile and giggle?
Do you long for foot rubs, hugs, kisses, hand shakes that linger for a second more, licks..sucks...
I am hankering for some attention; it reminds me I am still human....
~Siki~

Saturday, 13 October 2007

Small Town Girl


I am just back from a trip from the big bad (good?) city called Nairobi...am all wide eyed, jaw-on-the-floor and that kind of thing….the improvements since I last went there are amazing...
Guess what...motorists are stopping at zebra crossings...the streets are swept clean every morning, the street lights are working...no runny-nosed street kids high on something begging and harassing on the streets...no hawkers on the footpath pissed if you accidentally step on her tomatoes...WOOOOOOOOOOW....
But as I got back home and smelt the nice clean air and non-significant traffic....cheap cabs and every two people greeting me in my hometown...my heartstrings get pulled and I am drawn to the small town coziness I was born and brought up in...Home sweet home…

~Siki~

Thursday, 4 October 2007

Women......Lovely Creatures...

I will not pretend that each time I see women with lovely hair and skin I get a little awed.....Like a pretty flower I can never resist to stop and gaze….and if they smile back maybe ask for a picture......

Aren't they adorable....


Behold...


~Siki~




Tuesday, 2 October 2007

Eye Candy


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...and changed my mind..Kenyan cops need to borrow a leaf...

Hmmm


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And then I came accross Senegalese police officers.......

Kenyan Cops


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And I must admit I do not really think police uniforms are very flattering........

Politicking Kenyan Style


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I was going to write something real snazzy about the general elections this year..specifically...something about the men who have declared interest in the Nakuru seat.

A friend of mine is running...friend of the family is keen..and a whole list of other Wanna Be's yet to declare their stand...


Well I have tried unsuccessfully to call my friend and interview him either in Nairobi where his based or in Nakuru where he intends to stand and get his vision for the town..his calls go unanswered or he is stuck in Very Important Meetings somewhere a Nairobi jam away.....this is usually a bad sign...not yet past the nominations and the fella is already inaccessible...What happens when he gets the seat???

Well lucky for me I know the power of my vote...and in the coming weeks I will put to task the madding crowd asking for it...

Its amazing to see Kenyans reach a level of some maturity in terms of exercising their basic right to vote..now we need to see some maturity trickle down to the petty propaganda lobbyists...having a peaceful election is not an impossibility....

Now...the drums are rolling and I was amazed to see the president setting foot in the bad side of town for the first time this weekend since he got elected in 2002...wonders never cease in Kenyan Election Campaigns....

~Siki~

Monday, 1 October 2007

Nakuru


I recently decided to make a trip that I might have considered very routine….I did a Safari in my home town game park called Lake Nakuru National Park…you must understand that having been born and brought up in the small town…I know this park nooks and crannies like the back of my hand but never tire of it….my every childhood holiday was spent with a climax (or otherwise) visit to the park and picnic at the baboon cliff. A good friend of mine started this amazing concept of a personalized package tour safari and I decided to indulge myself in a treat for my trip to the park www.storrysafaris.org it was awesome to say the least…… Let's set the scene now…. I am a small town country girl…Born and brought up in Nakuru…..My bedroom as a child, overlooked the view of the lake and the lolling hills of Maasai land where my dad for a while attempted to grow wheat….During school holidays sometimes I would be dragged along to Ole Nguruone with my dad and stay in Mzee Tumanga's land a tall Maasai man (with his three or so wives) who hosted our workers camp. We would set up tents for the weeklong harvesting period. It wasn't half bad…once we ran out of tissue we had to use these soft leaves ( one day I mixed the leaves up and used a nettle instead…I was sore for days)..and play all day with the local kids while they went out to graze the cows….sometimes I followed my dad with the tractor to watch the combine harvester snap up the wheat with awe….other times I just sat in his car sulked and missed my mother, my room and TV….At night the all the workers set up a great big fire and cooked huge mounds of Ugali and sukumawiki... when we were lucky we would have meat…an errant Dik Dik hunted…I was usually too hungry to care and just ate without asking too many questions….they sang sometimes and chatted about the days events as I fell asleep in my dads arms before whisking me off to the tent…Many times I would wake up at night and hear all kinds of animals and insects making noises….terrified till the first break of dawn……. Anyyyyywayyyyy, basically I could identify buffaloes, zebras, white and black rhino's, flamingoes, impalas way before I could spell out my name….I grew up waking up to the sounds of the woodpecker pecking away my dads blue gum trees….or to the unhappy voices of the neighbors complaining that a leopard broke free from the park and was harassing their dogs…. Anyway I pretty much took for granted the beauty around me that people spend thousands of shillings each year to come and be a part of….. Unlike earlier in the year when I was last there…the lake was full of flamingoes perhaps attributed to the bumper rain we have had…the park was bustling with animal activity…which coincided with the cycle race to raise money to conserve the rhino population. It was amazing to see brave cyclists against the scene of the lake www.kws.org/nakuru I mean every corner of the park had lovely animals packed to the brim and the roads being muddy caused many of us to need rescuing…and thank God I decided to use the Storry Safari van rather than a small car because many needed rescuing from huuuuuuge muddy pot holes…I was so impressed to see that the rangers were readily available to help the people in distress. In fact at some point and tractor was strategically parked next to a series of muddy deep pot holes on the road heading toward the popular Baboon cliff….where people love to soak up the sight of Nakuru town the Menengai Crater the lakes and the hills on the horizon…it is very beautiful…. The Baboon cliff now has a protective barrier perhaps after a school kid tipped and lost balance peering down at the cliff during some school trip earlier this year…. While at the cliff I almost teared up with joy at the beauty surrounding me…and I so so proud of being part of the heritage of this small industrious town… Nakuru as small as it is was once famed for being the cleanest town (not too sure about this anymore)…it was also the gateway to the countryside of Kenya….its the kind of place people stop and enjoy its quaintness and take a break from a long trip or run away from the mad city life…. I am going to dwell on my home town in the next few rants….. Enjoy with me…Nakuru… ~Siki~