Dispatch from Mombasa

Okay, I have just decided to put everything else aside so that I can do two things. One, is to reconnect with  my writing which for the last four months has suffered such a beating. Never worry, it has been for such a good personal cause.  Secondly, it is to express what I have been going through with the hope that it might just uplift someone's spirit. Well I sought to pursue an advanced course Communications in Daystar University without enough money for fees. At the beginning, the fees looked such a  mountain to climb and  I was not sure that I would be able to pay. I was given a contract to sign in which I committed myself to pay in three equal installments. I, like any other Kenyan, quickly appended my signature on the dotted line not sure if I would meet the obligations and the journey began. It has been a ride full of mountains, potholes and valleys given that there are many people whose mouths are wide open waiting for me to fill in something. Utilities bills and other f

Once a journalist; always a journalist. So Joe Khamisi a veteran journalist has decided put pen on paper and blow the whistle about what he calls the politics of Betrayal in Kenya: Diary of a Kenyan legislator. I have not had a chance to read the book but I guess the whole thing smacks of sensationalization of betrayal by a betrayer. But, again, are we not all betrayers at one time or another? I know that by writing this piece I am bound to be accused as a betrayer to Khamisi’s betrayal of the betraying political class. I first came to know Khamisi while serving as a junior information officer with the Ministry of Information and Communication at the Mombasa Provincial Information Offices which are housed at the Kenya Broadcasting corporation Mombasa offices. Khamisi was then the Managing Director of the Kenya Broadcasting Corporation. Most of the employees working for KBC felt betrayed by Khamisi who was supposed to be their key to Canaan. Under his non betraying eyes, Khamisi wh

Early Saturday morning as I did my health jog in a field near where I live I took a fall that nearly hurt my knee. It is at this area where there is a stone on the track which nobody has ever bothered to clear from the way. Of course it has not been my first time to stumble at this stone. I have done it before but told myself that I will not let that stone stumble my path again, promised myself to be more careful. But anyway, Shit happens and I had only done two rounds of the track and deep down I still felt that I had the energy to do more. I actually intended to do more- say ten when I fell down in a sack like thud that left my legs lifted high up in the air and my eyes looking into the heavens wondering, wow how did it happen? The few people who had come to the field early were dying with laughter and wondering how on earth did he fall that way. I mean he could not have seen the imminent fall and taken care. You mean that is how adult men hit the ground? And a host of other una

Life is full of stress and the television news scene does not help make matters easier either. This is because our news is almost predictable to a point. Raila will attack Kalonzo, Ruto and his folk will attack Raila and Raila’s supporting politicians will respond with even more lethal salvos. But I think I have a suggestion that could be a solution to our boring way of predictable politics. It would save us from the wind driven politics of the Prime Minister. It would also save us from the politics of Kalonzo Musyoka who doesn’t care whether the wind blows or not as long there is a central route. But these can only change if we borrowed our politics from the Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi and South African President Jacob Zuma. We would be saved the agony of the dullness of having to deny positions that we have defended in the past for the sake of a headline. It would help us avoid the monotony of seeing colorless politicians who think that audiences care for their ve