Archive for October, 2007

Great artists become great because they were nurtured in some way by some woman or women somewhere, in the same way that great people become great because some woman somewhere cared. As she cooked and cleaned and bathed and rebuked and spanked and worked and pointed out where the other sock was, she had the presence of mind to make sure that that great person was safe and warm and cared for – so much that that great person became educated in the ways of life and gained the confidence that that great person needed to be great. It was her, that that great person ran to when that great person was afraid or hurt, her that that great person leaned on when there was no food or water or health or wealth or joy. It was some woman somewhere, who stood behind the scenes and ensured that that that great person not only became great, but remained great. And she did this, while walking many kilometers to find a health centre or water or firewood, while spending whole long days tilling the land then going home to cook and clean and pick after that great person and everyone else. She did this even when her spirit was low and her body was sore, she went out to work at the crack of dawn where she found she had to work harder than everyone else, prove herself at every juncture just so she could stay afloat and get ahead. It was her who made the great sacrifices, all the time, every time, and on the back of her sweat and blood and tears, that great person became great and remained great. She has throughout her life been the pillar that everyone leaned on and spit on, she was the cement that held it all together, whatever it was.

Wife, mother, sister, aunt, teacher, nurse, preacher, leader, friend – she made you great, all the while standing up straight, with a smile on her face and an uncanny grace in her step because…

She was, she is and she will always will be,

Essentially Woman.


NakumattI can now officially confirm that Nairobi is well on its way to being a 24 hour city – Nakumatt by Nakumatt. it started a few months back when Kenya’s leading department store, or hypermarket as we call them here, made the small Nakumatt Ukay (well, small by the other Nakumatt standards) a 24 hour supermarket.

Finally nocturnal shoppers like me had somewhere that they could shop quickly and hustlefree, without having to wait in line. I really like to be able to shop efficiently – that means fast, without having too go round too many shoppers and their brats, and check out in a speedy fashion. My monthly shopping takes me 15 minutes – and its a lot of stuff to buy.

As a marketing person to be able to look at some of the emerging brands, check out how they are doing becomes easy because the attendants have a bit more time – and also they pay more attention since they do not have the whole world to deal with.

Anyway, I digress.

Today, Nakumatt on Ngong Road (Prestige plaza), one of the larger hypermarkets, stayed open past closing time – and all night they will be to be sure. The thing about it is that Nakumatt in nairobi is a lifestyle centre – you get to shop then have some fun in most of their locations. As it is, at Prestige plaza, the businesses over there will have to stay open all night as well.

One has. Mo movies, one of the businesses that are in prestige plaza- really great video library – one of the first to deliver to your home, is working 24 hours as well, so one is able to pick up some movioes regardless of how late it is.

On a wider scale, this is a clear indication that:

1. nairobi is a safer, better town to live in.

2. Nairobi’s economy is becoming more dynamic by the day

3. I gotta get me some Nakumatt shares when they come up. These guys define me.

I know. You are looking at the post below and you are wondering where trhe defiance in me came from. I don’t know. You are reading the anger and you are wondering if you had read me ok before. Am I truly that benign and having a momentary fit of defiance? Or am I a psychopath that will soon come for you and gut you like a chicken amidst several other people.

There’s only one way of finding out. Meanwhile, be very afraid.

Why should I apologise/ am i I not a soul like you?/ do I not like you cough in the midst of the dust thrown up by passing trucks and do my tears not stream from my blood shot eyes every time the carbon infested smoke invades my lungs? / Do I not like you scream at the onslaught of pain and do I not crave for the same things like rain? /

Why should I apologise/ have I not served you well? / have I not bent over so you could screw me over again and again/ have I not bent my rules to allow you to trample upon my soul to the extent that it is almost dead that I cannot breath that I cannot fight that I am lame that I am crippled that I am insane? Have I not let you believe by the look in my eytes and the disposition of my shoulders that I am benign?

So why should I apologise/ was the time not to come?/ do I not like you get tired and fed up my the many machinations and manipulations under guise of the alleged system/ that system that like you I have bent over for it to screw me again and again and again/ that system that has spewed from its bowels enough bullshit to make me cough like the passing trucks and to bring out my tears when its acrid smell invades my dying lungs my dying lungs that are dying from the trampling of my soul by the system the system that is screwing me over again and again and again

And why should I apologise/ did you not expect that I would?/ did you not sense that finally, eventually I would tire of your crap and stand up straight to allow your bullshit to fall off and that I would turn my face and look into your eyes/ did you not suspect that one of this days the look in my eyes would send shivers down your spine rendering you impotent and useless before my increasing strength reducing you to a quivering shimmering stammering pile of the bullshit that you spew? / did you not expect that finally eventually I would lift my hand up high and with the power of a dozen bull cranes or a few thousand horses or your gas guzzling hummer I would deliver the sucker punch that would cause your soul to tremble, your lungs to constrict and your tear glands to over flow and your voice to whimper and you to die

Why should I apologise for killing you? Why should I apologise for exterminating a rodent like you?