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

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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

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. 

PAWN SACRIFICE 

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....

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.

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.

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!