Thursday, 27 November 2014

Soweto - the heartbeat of South Africa, or is it?

Behind me are the Orlando Power Station towers that are always synonymous with Soweto. The towers carry the largest mural painting in South Africa.
I will be honest. My perception of Soweto, and by extension South Africa was formed purely from watching the Sarafina movie. For the longest time, I associated Soweto with human suffering, misery, abject poverty, abuse of human rights, struggle for survival and the like. So, you can imagine my shock when I finally set foot in Soweto. It was nothing I had imagined and perceived.

Wednesday, 26 November 2014

The wonders of KwaZulu-Natal

KwaZulu-Natal is a province of South Africa, located in the southeast of the country, enjoying a long shoreline beside the Indian Ocean and sharing borders with three other provinces and the countries of Mozambique, Swaziland and Lesotho. It's capital is Pietermaritzburg and its largest city is Durban. During the 1830s and early 1940s, the northern part of what is now KwaZulu-Natal was occupied by the Zulu Kingdom. 

Tuesday, 25 November 2014

I cannot describe Durban without sounding sexual

Thanks to a few privileges the gods threw at me. I spent three hours enjoying the finest things in life at the Bidvest Premier Lounge at the OT Tambo International Airport in Johannesburg. As I waited to connect my flight to Durban.

Monday, 24 November 2014

My chilling experience at the Mandela House in Johannesburg

So, the gods have decided that for the next one week I will be travelling the length and breath of South Africa. Certainly, its doesn't get better than this for a guy who loves adventure. Best part though, my readers will be on the front seat as I share with you my experiences, and crazy, amazing, weird, hilarious and interesting world.

Friday, 21 November 2014

Your dress is your choice as long as you don't have a whore mouth

I was waiting to write this article after everyone has cooled down, and can reason objectively. I assume that by now all the emotions, outbursts and insults have been exhausted. I further assume that for those who were in denial that in the 21 Century, the Year of our Lord - women are still being stripped along Kenyan streets - have now accepted that it actually happened. And have either moved on, or have armed themselves with a short gun, paper spray, martial art skills and Prophet Kanyari's speed dial.

Friday, 14 November 2014

Meet these young lads who are ROCKing Nairobi

For the last four years I have had the same ringtone for my phone. If You're Gone by Matchbox Twenty. I love this song to death.., Ok, not really to death, but you get the point. 

Wednesday, 12 November 2014

My encounter with Nairobi's campus divas

It started innocently. I accepted her friend's request on Facebook even without consulting the gods, as per my tradition. What followed next was what romantic Nigerian movies are made of. She liked half of my photos and posts, all in a day. She then poked me twice and inbox'ed me a long intro of herself. 

Thursday, 6 November 2014

Nairobi women my mama warned me against

In the process of my father broadcasting his wild oats. I guess with the intention of fathering a co-heir to his rocky piece of land. I was born on a chilly Saturday night at a time when maziwa ya Nyayo was still part of the school curriculum. I was born weighing a miserable 2,500 grams. I am told the day I was born, my father was so happy he drunk himself into a temporal coma.

Monday, 3 November 2014

Forget Prophet Victor Kanyari, my village has the best preachers




Yesterday, the Kenya Television Network (KTN) ran a captivating investigative story entitled: Prayer Predators. It was a story of how a Kenyan preacher, Prophet Victor Kanyari has been duping faithfuls in his church for financial gains. Well, watching the story I got this to say: forget Prophet Victor Kanyari, my village has the best preachers.