Dispatch from Mombasa

I do not hold any brief for the Hon. Abdulswamad Shariff Nassir Mvita MP and this assessment is based purely on the instincts of a communicator. As an old journalist, the last time I covered Nassir was in 2003 in an interview that was organized by Tobby Otum, the then Coast Province Basketball Executive. Otum who popularized basketball in the Coast the nineties is now a journalist and is popularly referred to as “Chairman” because he now advocates for the “interests” of journalists to news sources. Since then we have never crossed paths with Abdulswamad except when he gave dates to be given to people in my former workplace Baraka FM. However, I have closely followed his political path and I believe this is the new kid on the block and he is the man to watch as he rises to become the new coast political supremo. Like a chip off the old block, Nassir a scion of the late long serving cabinet minister Shariff Nassir Taib, the young Nassir seems to carrying the same bag of tricks that wa...

I had to impress. It was the only way that I could prove I was capable of loving. After all I had been accused of being a dull lover; too conservatively stuck to tradition and incapable of expressing emotional attachment to the one I claimed to love most. I had spent sleepless nights planning for the day. My only intention was to make it a surprise to her. I had already in my wardrobe full red-hot-love attire, a red shirt, a red tie, red suit, handkerchief, socks and shoes. I had even gone to the extent of ordering for fresh carnations which would cap the day. My baby had to love me and for her I would do everything. In any case as my people say kwa mwendwa gutiri karima. So I set off for the office in high spirits. My heart beat and footsteps rhymed. I carried along a smile that refused to die, whistling a love song after another and planning for that evening. What will go wrong definitely will and the first indicator of wrong turns for the day was a missed step at door to t...