8/17/2010

A portrait of wasted humanity


I'm no tribalist. Indeed for most of my life, I have eschewed tribalism and any other form of pointless bigotry. Sadly, it appears a lost cause if Public Campus politics is anything to go by. Check the link.

I start by stating these so that the following is not misconstrued as as sentiments borne of tribalic patriotism: Central Kenya men are drowning themselves in cheap alcohol. And since we're not big on political correctness here, the Kikuyus, my mothers sons are drinking themselves into poverty. While it is sad that anyone (Male, female, kikuyu, Kamba, green or red) would be wasting away their potential to cheap illicit brew, it becomes sadder in contemplation of the following circumstances:

1. The Kikuyus are the most populous ethnic grouping in the region; it follows that their sons and daughters enjoy numeric superiority among their peers. By extrapolation, a large percentage of Kenyan Youth are drinking themselves into oblivion.

2. Central Kenya has a large concentration of the 17% arable land in Kenya. You need no telling that drunkards are unproductive members of society. If they who have the land would rather till at the mgema's, small wonder farmine is periodoc in these parts.

3. The Kikuyu's are not exactly a group that can claim their drinking to forget their communal problems. The Lord, or happenstance, has been gracious to them. The first president made short work of giving them an economic advantage at independence (what is now referred in political circles as historic injustice) and 24years of Moi's rule did little to shift the imbalance. That such a blessed race should steep themselves in filth is the very definition of poetic irony. More specifically, the common stock 20something or 30something Kikuyu is drinking away the industry of an older generation.


See more of the story at:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-africa-10770370 Yeah we made the BBC
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IXsogn295kw

4/01/2010

BANKSY

Banksy, a phenominal British artist has bult a kind of myth around his anonymity. His works shows imagination that is unparalled the world over. of course his stencil work is amazing but so is his witty sides that make his work all the more alluring. he has no face but judging from his work one can only imagine what he looks like...Here's some of his work...
He also has a new film coming out that just debuted at the SUNDANCE FILM FESTIVAL called EXIT THROUGH THE GIFT SHOP. Heres the trailer

3/31/2010

PAWN SACRIFICE


Steven Knight is British screenwriter who is responsible for crime films such as Dirty Pretty Things and Eastern Promises which were brought to the screen by the very masterful hands of Stephen Frears and David Cronenberg. Today though, is a spotlight on his latest script PAWN SACRIFICE. Am not a reviewer so i wont tell you its ins and outs. but it is recommended. For those looking to break away from reading short stories and novels, welcome to the world of screenplays. I fell in love with them and thus this column. We will spotlight writers who are great at their craft and offer you one of their screenplays for your reading. if you ever get to the end please leave your thoughts on it.

Its a biopic on the very impressive chess player BOBBY FISCHER and his big game against the Russians. Its recommended especially for first time screenplay readers. 

I'M HERE

Given the spotty nature of SPIKE JONZE output, anything he puts out we quickly take to. His latest offering is the short film I'M HERE. Spike doesn't disappoint with this one. Its a love story involving two robots set in Los Angeles. Its devastating. It shows the lengths that one robot will go for his new found of love.It leaves a shitty feeling of recognition some where inside you. You feel like you have been here before. The effects and cinematography are amazing and credit goes to the effects team and the D.P.  Adam Kimmel. It stars Andrew Garfeild and Anne Hardy.It debuted at the Sundance Film Festival opening night where it made a splash. Watch it,  its available on the internet FREE.

THE HAMMER COMES DOWN

Its had me thinking for a while now. I wasn't exactly sure where i wanted to take this blog in terms of content hence the lack of posts. News interested me but i didn't want to copy and paste things on this blog. Way too many people do that already. So i made the decision to make this a blog about the best of music, film and lit offerings on the internet. these are three things i love. I wont be reporting news but great short films, great music and any kind of literature that strikes my fancy. So here goes....

3/05/2010

OVER



May be its me but this sounds amazing. I like artists who evolve and don't try to use the same mojo that made them what they are. Artists should take risks and on this DRAKE takes some to a lovely effect. Firstly the beats are incredible. DRAKE should stick with his crowd of music people. Its potent. Should I even mention the flow is something else entirely? I hope THANK ME LATER lives up to the hype so that this kid get all that he deserves for his work. This is the first single off of his highly anticipated debut album. Its a good sign. WE WANT MORE!

<October's Very Own>

The New Spring in My Walk

I think I found her. And this ain't one of Cupid's pranks. Ooh, she now has me talking about Cupid like the damn git exists. Kid running around with a quiver of arrows that make you go GaGa and other what-the-fcks. If he does exist, someone ought ta teach his mama how to deliver a good spanking. Open hand, naked skin, fixed expression. Purely for the kid's good of course. But more seriously, I think I found her, no ... more like HER.

I dunno what's got me fixated with this particular one, and I solemnly swear it has nothing to do with the fact that she looks nowhere near yielding to a "monkey dance". Naah, with this one, I'm completely perplexed as to the source of my mesmerism. Perhaps it's the way she looks at me, or the way that she smiles that'd make me spend a ton of cash without feeling like a tool. And how she laughs, the neat way her left hand comes up to touch her lips as she laughs, how the sound is so rich and natural, or how the mirth originates in her pearly eyes and spreads to the rest of her visage so innately. In her smile some men see the sun, others feel the freshness of a fine morning when you're young, yet to some its the taste of food when you're hungry. But all agree in it's surpassing beauty, the sort of smile that makes you feel like Jim Carey.

And there's that faintly sensual way she touches me, the feminine grace and soft touch of a playful finger, the warmth of a palm that feels as angelic as we humans can get.The lightness of her head on my shoulder (little wonder she calls Introductory Algebra "annoying") or its the way she says "annoying" that seems to excite me loins.. How her tongue wraps lovingly around the syllables, her intonation and fluttering of the eyes that accompanies the delivery.. "Annoying"

But she's no angel- who is? Yeah, where are the goody two shoes? The holy Janes? Or the fucking virgins.. forgive the logical inconsistency in that last one. Try as SHE might, SHE still looks removed from the "ndom" we smoke and the Naps we down in youthful nitwittedness. And how she always seems to escape the alcohol's sting. The unsteady way she sits on the sina tabu (bar-room stool) or the cautious delay before cheering a goal. She almost as out of place as:
So much so that when she's talking dirty it seems to come from somewhere behind her, not from her. She has a past, but who doesn't? The ugly ones for sure. Yet she still holds my gaze.

And it's the effect that she has on me that makes me like her more. How she makes me do things without even trying. When she's around am Jay Leno-cum-Don Juan. Yeah, the African Casanova but promised to only one. And she made me walk her a mile yet I didn't feel like a fucking eunuch.
Damn! The way she calls me "fish" makes me wana swim. Little wonder I been waking up to a wet bed.

2/17/2010

I KEEP SAYING THAT

I promise, from next week onwards this will be a daily blog. With fun shit. I know thats easier said than done but a man of my word.

2/09/2010

Take the Damn Photo Already!

I love mugshots. they bring out the real human in us. Unglamorous and unflatteringly natural. Sometimes bizarre makes an appearance. I stumbled upon some mugshots on Smoking Gun that were all of the above.
Enjoy!

2/06/2010

Stupid Stuff Bush said...

"We spent a lot of time talking about Africa, as we should. Africa is a nation that suffers from an incredible disease"
Gothenburg, Sweden
June 14 2001

2/05/2010

Stupid Stuff Bush said...

I promise you I will listen to what has been said here, even though I wasn't here." 
-- at the President's Economic Forum in Waco, Texas, Aug. 13, 2002

2/04/2010

UNDER THE INFLUENCE

i recently watched a wonderful documentary called 'A Decade Under The Influence'. it had me thinking, wasn't it just the ish to live back in the seventies. with no twitter, no Avatar, free love. Back then marijuana was almost legal. And the hookers had fucking class. you know? if you are curious why i brought up hookers its because that decade is when pimps were had their time in the sun. People had an actual cause. They didn't just sit around on Facebook all day. Presidents actually resigned. and apologized for shit they did wrong. No bushisms. No one said them dumber than W. Nope. No one. one more thing about the seventies also - the movies back then rocked - The Godfather films, Klute, Taxi Driver, Deer Hunter, Sophie's Choice, Rocky, Chinatown ... and the list is endless. Good bless those days!

Anyway, to commemorate the state of the union speech by Obama ( i know am late to the party) i'll be dropping dumb shit Bush said while in office. starting with the next post!

2/02/2010

Lessons From Hollywood


1. Mexico

Mexico is a bad arse land. First, it's like a total desert. Everyone's everyones relative and they all smoke weed. Every third guy is a coyote and every second girl is a cheap slut/stripper. But more importantly EVERYONE escapes to Mexico. Every escaped con, rapist, serial killer, bad guy, good-guy-running-from-a-bad-government... heck you name it. Yeah, even Bin Laden is there, the CIA just don't know it yet. There's no fucking government in Mexico and the feds won't get you there. Run boy, run.
Violators:
-Showshank Redemption, Prison Break, Escape From Red Rock


2. He's not your real father/mother/brother whatever

Say you get into some major shit. Remember that weed I gave you, man, it came from some dead nigger who'd shot some cops blah blah. Long story but point is, they're coming for you... What do you do when you're in such a situation. In Hollywood, you don't EVER go to the first person you think of. Go to the second. Not your girlfriend, best friend or deskie; if you thought of them first they'll probably want to turn you in. Woe unto you if the first person you thought of is your father/mother or any close relation. Chances are, you're adopted and they really really hate you. They won't just want to turn you in, they'll want to do you in themselves. In all Hollywood movies any relative you turn to first in your flight from the feds isn't actually your relative and one way or other you'll end up with a scene (preferrably on the balcony) that goes: "Are you gonna shoot me?" "Don't make me shoot you!" "Dad!" "I am not your father"
Violators:
- Star Wars, Prison Break, Heroes

3. Conspiracies

Suppose you're wandering aimlessly in your office at this super secret government facility (note the words: not institution/school/agency, no facility is more secretive). So you're just a good hardworking guy, just tired, and you're walking around to beat the boredorm (one eye on the clock) when the biro you're chewing on falls into a bin and when you're picking it up you see some blueprints of a bulding (often the White House) go whoa!! you hastily conclude that there's a plan to blow the said buildings and its erstwhile unaware occupant to smitherins. Here's my advice; don't fucking tell anyone. Grab your coat, go home and move to another place preferably Mexico). Because in Hollywood, the first guy you run to (normally your boss, best friend or father) is normally in on it. In fact, everyone is in on it except you. Yeah. Even the guy they wanted to blow up. So once you tell anyone they'll nab your arse and strap you to a chair where they'll question and torture you to tell "Who else knows about the super secret plan".. If this happens though, don't worry. everyone eventually escapes.
Violators;
- 2012, Pelican Brief, Air Force One, Blind Horizon

4. The man on the run.
If you robbed a bank/killed a man/escaped jail/ groped an underage girl and instead of escaping to Mexico (see above) like any more perceptive bad guy would, you decide stopping by your favourite local for one for the road is better idea. The journey would be expensive, tiring and generally boring. Whats there to see in Mexico anyway. Well if Hollywood writers are to have their way the only thing you need do to ensure your safety is to get the barman to switch off the telly. In most Hollywood Blockbusters where the man on the run drops by a public joint he's only caught since some fat lady at the joint recognizes him from the News. So switch off the Telly n the feds will be none the wiser.

5. Fist Fight and Bombs
Say you got into a karate combat where you're terrible outnumbered. Never fear. For isn't written, in the Gospels according to Jackie Chan thus "Each of your numerous enemies (though seething with rage) shall patiently await to attack you one by one, watch as you beat their comrades in to a pulp, all the while circling you harmlessly" A
And if you ever have to diffuse an apocalyptic bomb and you missed those AdvancedElectrical Engineering Class everyone in Hollywood seems to go for. What for? In Hollywood all bombs are conveniently fitted with huge red, more often than not, timers that will tell you exactly how many minutes you have till it blows. And no one actually gets blown up, ()they're always at a safe distance to be conveniently thrown in the air dramatically); save for Armageddon where they blew the bald guy up just to show us how patriotic/loving/all the good shit one can be he was. How many bombs does Jack Bauer diffuse in 24HRS? That's right. It's that fucking easy.
Violators:
-24, All Bruce Willis Movies


6. Haunts and Serial Killers.
Never, ever look down on the overweight, unloved, single, unemployed, struggling to get by, passable woman who just moved in to the Haunted House on the next block. I'd never do that if I were you. Because in two hours she'll have the 16th Century Family of Terrifying Ghosts in that house running for cover. Yeah, In those two hours, she'll learn enough from the hump-backed creepy old man living in the basement to teach ghosts who've been at it for 300 fucking years whats what. Same goes for the small town (too often in Texas) serial Killer who takes a fancy for the band of weed loving college kids who's car has conveniently broken down 3 meters from where he was taking a dump. He shouts "Mana!" grabs his mask and a machete proceeds to chase them around for days on end, manages to kill the football quarter back, the blond cheerleader he was humping; (this one leaves just after giving us a good show of her silicon bags) but the geeky, unloved, weed-hater of a damsel gets the better of him. Get that monstrous killer.

1/26/2010

WE ARE WAY TOO SCARED!



Every time this guy pops up in the news, i groan. Really, he found precious time to crawl out of his cave and scream death to America. God, his marriage must suck. Ayman Al Zawahiri has made a career out hailing death over the evil West. At first he is scary. Who wouldn't be spooked at a beard like that?  Ohh now this guy really has our attention. Guess what, he crawled out of the cave again. This time he made sure that he cleared up some misunderstanding. First of all, he and his cronies have not been spending all their time running from cave to cave in the rocky Pakistani desert. No, he is Al Zawahiri, biatch. He's much better than that. While he was on camel back escaping bombs and shit he found time to plan some deviuos shit aginst the U.S. and you know when this guy speaks we can take his word for hard truth. So, he read our minds and answers that question that had been giving us sleepless nights. What happened to the plot to release posio n gas in New York? oh this one had been giving the CIA sleeples offal night. so he came to the light just to clear that up. he and his men are planning something better. W-fucking-MDs. Oh snap. Do those exist anymore. i kinda thought they went the Saddam way. So Al, eff off. Next time you wanna announce death, just send us all a letter.  You know we read those. And make sure they are handwritten (for sentimental value). And then surpise us. but while you are at it make sure none of your men are getting good severance packages. because nothing spells domm fater than disgruntled workers. they'll turn to moles fatser than you take a shit. you know the CIA love people who sing. Really they do.

1/25/2010

THANK YOU FOR STOPPING BY...


I hate to think that there are people out there benefiting from the dire situation that is Haiti. But this is the real world and whenever there is tragedy there is oppotuinty. I know thinking along these lines may be considered being shitty given thestate of affairs in Haiti. i try to keep my thoughts on positive tangent that willl harm none. But while watching the telethon on Friday it was hard to ignore these thoughts. Most people have a decent side. This is the side that will catch the next plane to Haiti and lift some rubble to rescue life. I love this side. But...come on, the world is not perfect and there is bound to be acts that would want to benefit from this. Sure your career is in shambles, sure you have a sex tape that is generating zero heat, sure you dated a class A asshole just keep up tabloid appearances, but something like this must be godsend right? Immedaiately this went down and the number of dead confirmed you got a phone call from your publicist and her exprexss instructions were - 'Get your ass to Haiti fast' And you did. But you were confused. What would this for your career? You called your publicist and she said every single media outlet would be covering this. This was the ultimate photo-op. And you grabbed it. Modest clothes. A forlon face. A twitter account that spoke volumes of your  big heart. You even whipped out your check book and gave to the cause and made sure someone covere it in some form. Meanwhile your mind is in turmoil. What kind of person are you? You are taking advantage of devastated people for your own selfish whims. Your mother taught you better right? Wrong this Hollywood. You either get with the program or die a slow career death. Who wants to spend their lives doing indie films and bad television. You are much better than that. So goes the tale of the star that took full advantage of a tragedy and spun it into career revival. Hooray to sadistic and selfish pricks.....!

1/23/2010

COCO



Conan O'brien finally made his exit from the Tonight Show last night. What happened is sad and should happen to no one. Hosting the tonight show is the ultimate gig for any comedian out there. Conan only had it for seven months before he was muscled out by Jay Leno. I won't go into the politics. I discovered Conan  two years ago on CNBC AFRICA and loved his comedy ever since. His promotion was a welcome step up for him and he said so. although he toned down his edgy act to fit in he didnt do to bad. for those not familiar with his acts they include the sausage fest and the masturbating bear. Yes that those two words actually go together and that was a very popular act. i know he will rebound eventually. i hope he does. But when he signed of he did it in the most mature and candid way....


"Before we end this rodeo, a few things need to be said. There has been a lot of speculation in the press about what I legally can and can't say about NBC. To set the record straight, tonight I am allowed to say anything I want. And what I want to say is this: between my time at Saturday Night LiveThe Late Night Show, and my brief run here on The Tonight Show, I have worked with NBC for over twenty years.  Yes, we have our differences right now and yes, we're going to go our separate ways.  But this company has been my home for most of my adult life.  I am enormously proud of the work we have done together, and I want to thank NBC for making it all possible.
Walking away from The Tonight Show is the hardest thing I have ever had to do. Making this choice has been enormously difficult. This is the best job in the world, I absolutely love doing it, and I have the best staff and crew in the history of the medium. But despite this sense of loss, I really feel this should be a happy moment. Every comedian dreams of hosting The Tonight Show and, for 7 months, I got to. I did it my way, with people I love, and I do not  regret a second. I've had more good fortune than anyone I know and if our next gig is doing a show in a 7-11 parking lot, we'll find a way to make it fun.
And finally, I have to say something to our fans. The massive outpouring of support and passion from so many people has been overwhelming. The rallies, the signs, all the goofy, outrageous creativity on the internet, and the fact that people have traveled long distances and camped out all night in the pouring rain to be in our audience, made a sad situation joyous and inspirational.
To all the people watching, I can never thank you enough for your kindness to me and I'll think about it for the rest of my life. All I ask of you is one thing: please don't be cynical. I hate cynicism- it's my least favorite quality and it doesn't lead anywhere.
Nobody in life gets exactly what they thought they were going to get. But if you work really hard and you're kind, amazing things will happen."

It's not that Complicated


The last couple of days have been strange for. My semester started and I found out I got some kind of scholarship that slashed my fees in half. Goodie for me. May be a trip to the keg stand or two. Here’s to me aspiring to be a model student. But more importantly I finally met someone who turned me into a lemon every time tried to say something. I am never one to be easily impressed and I walk around campus with a devilish grin on my face paying homage to the late heath ledger. Now I know the rules of engagement when it comes to relationships and treating people you like. I do things a little differently. I stare. Not the strange stare that kid from the omen mastered with hubris, no. I seem to give all my attention to this person and ignore everything around me. This makes a lot of people mad. I mean no offense. Its just my way of isolating the centre of attention. I am not a romantic damn it and most of my high school days were spent ogling at film rather than girls which should be understandable given the quality of films that came out during my time (There will be blood, anyone?). Now karma is making me pay the price of ignoring that part of my life. Karma threw this dame right in front of to see what I would do. I know how to make friends. I just don't know how to go beyond that. My sister almost stabbed me when she heard this and she was ready to take my doomed ass back to charm school. Hey am game as long as its when Jersey Shore is on. Fist Pump. We all know how I feel about that. It’s my crack. So back to my 'situation'... I am completely in the dark about what I should do. We vibed well. But should I even try to take it beyond that. I don’t want to ask for trouble and honestly rejection sucks so I will do what I know how to best - sit this one out. The landscape may change and I may get the opportunity to make a move but for now ill just watch. Shit why life is so.... I don’t know different? If swans delivered babies the world would be a much better place. My sister would leave me to my own devices. But I know this is earth and sometime in the future I will have to make my move… it will be fucking brutal. Aaaagh!

Busy

Morning yee good people!! I figure you're doing pretty ok, at least if you're not in Haiti- which is why you should donate to those who are there. It's been a busy week since my last post: running to class, copying notes, darting from lessons, to the dentist, back again... Simply put, I'm glad its Saturday.

Anyway, Kenyan Matatus went on strike early last week. For the benefit f Fink's new friends and others bloggers who live in places with fanciful names like Connecticut and Morristown (can you believe a friend o mine thought Motown is an actual Town?) Matatus are public transport vehicles preffered by Africans for short travells for which the said Africans pay ridiculosly high prices. Most are unbearably ugly, indeed Prof. J. S. Jichape in his book "Driving on the left side of the road" describes Matatus as looking like "a cross between a morbidly sick lorry and an overgrown van". More from patriotic adoration, than lack of option, these contraptions are the preferred mode of transport for most Kenyans. Thus when they decided to call it quits A LOT of dates and booty calls were canceled. I mean A LOT. People were FURIOUS.. Nothing puts a cap on it like a nation-wide cockblock. Anyway, the Ma3, try to keep up you slob, were protesting police harrasement- apparenly the boy's in blue had had to many free rides and they didn't call after! How crude! No, seriously, the police were rather strict on the Matatus and overly assertive.
Ironically, less than a week after the Matatus were complaining about the police being over-zealos most Nairobians were wishing they'd stop being such wooses. Trouble started when some Muslim youths took to the streets wielding stones- as only Kenyans can- their beef> The government had detained some cleric suspected of being a talent scout for the Al Qaeda. Anyways, the guys (who'd supposedly turned up to audition) weren't particularly pleased that their rehearsals may have been in vain and decided to make their anger felt by stoning hapless businesses, cars and generally all things percived to be of Western Origin. The Riot Police stood by and watched for a bit to long and the thing got out of hand, so that by the time they tried doing something half the city was under debris. Try they did, but I swear these Muslim niggers had some training of sorts (maybe Al Shabaab), the bastards could walk right through tear gas like it was mere fart gas! Seeing these tear-gas resistant maruaders, most cops fled in groups like their collective asses were on fire and the few who remained were given a token beating (one cop died in the violence).. Anyway, some brave Nairobians (wanao ng'oa reli) quickly organized themselves into a gang and armed with a few stones and overwhelming knowledge on Missile projectiles dispassed the ealier group in record time. Narobi, you're welcome.

Back on campus, fresh-women (some men too, but who cares) joined this week. That, for those who bothered to go to college, is AWESOME news, it means dudes who had tough luck in the past finally have a chance of getting IT; the excitement was (literally) palpable... malleable.. ductile.. you get the point. This seemed to be further evidenced when this pretty young thing (PYT) skipped up to me and from her pouty lips a half-sing-song voice emerged: calling my name.. She went on to say how she remembered me from my high school choir. Aha, I even started a music school. Where? Right now its in my bedroom but we're getting a bigger place soon. Auditions are right after class. Yessir!

1/15/2010

Eclectic



This shipping up to Boston by the Dropkick Murphys. its from the soundtrack of the movie "The Departed". For me it will forever remind of the moment Costello met death. Nothing like it.



Sweet Dreams by roy Buchanan. Just listen to the guitar. also from The Departed soundtrack.

1/11/2010

Life in a time of LSD



This really had me cracking up. Especially from the airport to the friends girlfriend's house. Hilarious. This animated documentary is one of those gems you bump into when surfing the internet. Dock Phillip Ellis Jr was a major league baseball player who pitched for the Pittsburgh Pirates back in the day. He's also a legendary user of LSD. He famously claimed he threw a no hitter in 1970 under the influence of LSD. Animator James Blagden brings this affair to life in a vivid and seemingly clever animation with voice over from the man himself. It's showing at this years sundance and if you can see it please do. Jimi Hendrix and Nixon references hit home.

1/09/2010

IT'S JERSEY SHORE, BITCH!



Its hard to imagine that a show this vain has managed to cause such stir among viewers  and critics alike. Jersey Shore has managed to confirm what many people feared - Italians are normal-crazy people just like we thought they were. May be the fake tans might be pushing the envelope a little too much but who's counting. Lets admit it, we love these kids. And that's why we tune in every single week just to see what shenanignas and 'situations' they will be up to. Let me say the first time i watched the show i thought well the guys are obvouisly juicers and the girls are overweight and a little bit over made up. Plus short. But i managed to get past those flaws. Think of it as marriage. After fourish years who gives a fuck, right? The drama, oh the drama. how did i we live before Jersey Shore came to existence? We were just a bunch of Law and Order watching freaks that's what we were. My favorite moment the great and infamous Snookie Sucker Punch. As with all great sucker punches she did not see that one  coming. But we did. Snokkie if you are going to talk to shit to a man who is twice height and all muscle just make sure Paulie D is standing right in front of you because if not you are just asking for a beating. And that she got! And geuss what the almighty MTV did, they aired that same scene as a promo for the upcoming episode. They later pulled the clip off the promo and decide not to air it. But in all fairness they have bottom lines to look out for. And that Porsche isn't going to pay for itself. So i come to the conclusion that these fist pumping bunch of freeloaders has scarred the  the sacred image of Italians americans for ever. Well until this generation of tv viewers becomes senile. Just so we are clear Jersey Shore is my fave show on tv. I think 'The Situation' is mad interesting to watch. Don't get me started on guido and guidettes. We will talk about that later.

CITY OF GOD



Its a beautiful film with vast characters and extremely well shot

1/08/2010

A country for old (often stupid) men


There is a man in my country called Kalonzo. A man so terribly stupid
(bear with me) his vice presidency is often quoted as evidence of
God's existence. Not surprisingly, Stephen Kalonzo wa Musyoka
is outspoken about his religious views. He's the go-tell-it-on-the-mountain
sort of fellow, who'll suffocate you with layer upon layer of testimony
from the near plausible to the incredulously frivolus. So outspoken is he
that political satirists have branded him the Prophet.

But its neither Kalonzo's politically convenient belief in the Divine,
nor his less than enviable sense of fashion, nor his Statesman-wannabe
stance and feeble attempts at memorable speech making that land him in
my debut blog. It's the man's insufferable stupidity. My people have a
saying "Akili ni nywele" (Wisdom is in one's hair) and Mr Kalonzo's
receding hair line seems to be in agreement.

Kalonzo was not born into fortune, far from it, he was born in poverty
and had to plod (often literally) against his own background. His
undeniable success financially and, consequently, socially is a testament
to the man's industry, brilliance (at some point) and God's blessing.
At some point in time, the young Kalonzo must have realized that politics
was the next wrung in the ladder to social advancement and he eagerly set on it.
God must've been on Brother Stephen's side- he won his very first
election beating some old timer to the Mwingi Something (North or
some other compass direction) seat. But that was the old
Kalonzo and the new one seems to be an amatuer at politics.

Take his 2007 election strategy for instance. After disagreeing with
The Prophet, several ODM-K bigwigs walked out of the party to form
ODM; a much bigger party and consequently higher chance of winning
the election. Overnight, Kalonzo was left with a shell of a political stage,
wobbly and laughably unreliable yet in his egocentric fashion still chose
to stay in it. The election was dubbed the Two Horse and a Mule race,
a testament to how trivial his candidacy was considered. Yet in his
grip Kalonzo held a unique card, a joker of sorts. Here he was with not
enough votes to win the election, but just enough to swing it in favour
of either of the two almost equally matched candidates. But not this
man. In classic dog-in-a-manger fashion, this guy chooses to fly solo. He
spent most of his campaign money portraying Kibaki as a lazy, corrupt,
inept, cowardly, polygamous perv (All true, since you ask, just that you
don't say such things about an African leader and run to him for bread
and butter- which he later did)
Fast forward a month or so: BOOM!! BANG!! Chaos everywhere; a
bungled election and everyone is left a loser.
Kenya's yet to recover fully from the effect of that poll- alot of which
would've been avoided if Stevo (as he branded himself in his campaign)
had taken a bow. Talk about bad decisions!

On Dec 26th, last year, Kenya was hit by torrential rainfall. In a matter
of hours, vast regions of the country were flooded, thousands of
families left homeless, bridges and infrastructure destroyed. Cholera had
been creeping up in various parts of the country for weeks and the floods
would only make it worse. Yet the government's approach was at best
embarrassingly clumsy, lethargic and disorganized. In the wake of a
looming humanitarian crisis, Hon. Kalonzo Musyoka, Minister for Home
Affairs, Vice President of the republic of Kenya was quoted urging
"humanitarian agencies to act up". Who, I beg, does that? Act up? Is
that the official government response? "Hey, Red Cross, act up! Kenyans
are dying you know" Do we pay taxes to the Red Cross? Such out-of-touch
statements are not only irksome but also portray the picture of a man
who doesn't think too much about what he says. They're likely to leave
the electorate wanting to show you what's what- which doesn't bode well
for a man who wants to occupy the House on The Hill at some point in his
career. At least not if he wants to get there democratically.


But perhaps my greatest prob with the vice president is his recent,
much published proposed KKK political axis. KKK (fyi) is a proposed political
marriage of the Kikuyu, Kamba and Kalenjin voting blocks- effectively
ensuring a rather formidable political machinery and a fair-to-assured
chance of success. Superficially, it doesn't seem that bad-> just
another shitty political scheme. The timing though,is devlish and
Kalonzo's bedmates are the devils themselves.
Leading the Kalenjin group is Agriculture Minister William S. Ruto,
condemned by public opinion of masterminding and perhaps bankrolling
marauding gangs of spear brandishing warriors, they're not a dance
troupe mark my word- they do kill people. Uhuru M. Kenyatta Finance
Minister and Deputy Premier completes the threesome himself no
better than Ruto. When these two are not wearing Armani's they're
probably writing cheques to their respective tribal outfits. Bad men these.

So why would a honest (as far as politicians go), God fearing man like
Brother Stephen be dying to jump into bed with these hellbound turncoats?
Several reasons. Their combined political clout is enough to win an
election and I'll bet my wedding finger they've already devised a
scheme on how to share the spoils.
Secondly, for Uhuru and Ruto it means they're quit safe from
prosecution for their crimes against humanity committed by their armies
in the aftermath of the 2007 elections (read above). The
combined influence of these men, more so in parliament, makes them
practically untouchable- even to the Hague.
Perhaps most important to all three (ironically most childish and
trivial) such a merger would be the perfect opportunity to get back
at the PM, and they all have reasons to. Kalonzo is still smarting from
the resounding defeat meted on him by Raila and his cohorts in the
Battle of The Pecking Orders. Ruto is twice jilted- once when he was
given the relatively low key position of Minister as opposed to that
of Deputy PM which he was angling for. And Uhuru, I suppose, still
bears a grudge against Raila over 2002. He practically snatched victory
from the youngster's mouth in that election, handing it to Kibaki in the
famous NAC-Rainbow merger.

Yet all these are trivial reasons for a man of such standing and who
claims to be principled to sleep with the enemy. Ruto and Uhuru are
fading lights, sooner or later the Kenyan public will be full of their
old (and often dangerous) tricks and if Kalonzo keeps holding hands
with these two they'll surely go down with him. Why does he swerve so
dangerously from the straight (mostly) and narrow, to riding with bad
boy's like Ruto.

Hon Kalonzo's career, though at his peak of authority has bled a lot
of influence, he's the third most powerful man in Kenya yet a clown of
sorts, no one really takes him seriously any more- people would faster
respect John Michuki (Minister for the Environment and
Natural Resources, has an impeccable track record) than Kalonzo.
The running joke is Kalonzo needs no security detail, if he were running
through River Road at midday no one would even stop him. But his
enviable twenty year political career, can be salvaged, if only the
man watches with whom he keeps company, audits his statements,
sticks to one side and of course with the Good Lord's Blessing.

1/03/2010

I HAVE NO WORDS FOR THIS ONE


I have been a Jason Reitman fan since Thank You for Smoking. One thing though, Up in the Air isnt any good. I read the screenplay and thought, hey this might just be a good movie. Come January and all i see is some Anna chic acting like she cares and Clooney going on and on about the damn miles in between attempts of pulling off Carey Grant. Its kind of insensitve and boring to watch. The only good thing about the film was the real unemployed people. They bring a tear to your eye. Oh yeah, and Zach Galf - something. He's good. Am heading for the cinemas come Friday for some Youth in Revolt.

1/02/2010

Where It All Began

So the new semester is about to start in a few days. Great, what else is on. The Office. Not really my show.  Let me put it plainly,every semester for me is like Fela Kuti. I don't understand it neither do i like it but i can tolerate it. They might as well just give me ithe damn degree right  now  and save evryone a boatload of cash. I will probably forget every single thing every professor i ever saw or marginally saw (depending on the day of the week)taught me after me and the kegstand make happy during my graduation party. The day i step into an office and my boss says "I hope you make us some money, Steven!" i'll probably think "i dont know what he is talking about but let me just go along and see where this goes" Thankfully thats a few years from now. Meanwhile all my bosses now will be comfortable in the knowlegede that i know how to flip burgers.



College angst begins. I cannot even begin to tell what depth i am a bout to take you to. Seriously. College kids are deep like that.