Make Africa Great Again

The second of three presidential debates in America had tongues wagging at its fiery prospects even before the pundits were done dissecting the first. And by the time the hopefuls had shaken hands at the end of the second show down, Americans had already branded their latest presidential contest a farce. ‘Lowest point in presidential debate history‘, one online article insisted. I decided to take a look at it for myself, my curiosity appropriately becoming unbearable.

Honestly though, I was a little disappointed. With all the uproar, I expected to see some blood at the least! But that’s just me!

That being said, Donald J. Trump doesn’t deserve to be a butler in the white house, let alone be trusted with nuclear launch codes. He is abrasive and divisive at a time when America needs to show unity amidst major global uncertainties and local upheavals. He’s a tad dodgy about his taxes and how much he is really worth, has a low opinion of members of other races and has no respect for women. His apology for ‘that tape’ was as sincere as my smile on a Monday morning.  Sure, he does raise relevant concerns close to American’s hearts; the state of the economy, the high cost of health care and a shaky foreign policy and he has a huge following to show for that. But the pressure he will have to tackle as president and the kind of work that needs to be done will not be solved by a disruptive and condescending character. Americans need a steady and strong hand to lead them into the next phase of their future.



According to the comments and posts I have seen, a significant amount of people outside America, especially Africans, don’t quite understand how Trump got just a near-step away from the white house in the first place (probably a little bit of envy as well!), not least because of his opinion on African Americans and Hispanic migrants and more recently, women. Ask the next bugger on the street and they would laugh you off for suggesting trump be their president. Yet for all his weaknesses and unfitness for the office of the most powerful person on earth, he still rates, in my opinion, better than a vast majority of African leaders, if not all. The ‘farce’ that was the debate notwithstanding, Trump and Hillary somehow managed to speak about health care, energy, education, Russia and Syria, tax reforms and much more. In their quirky walkabouts, they still found time to speak about more worthy issues than all our politicians have ever done in their political lifetime.

See the puzzling conundrum?

Why would we as Africans, I included, be opposed to Trump being the president of a far away country when we tolerate mediocre and petty leaders here? How do we put up with lies, divisiveness and phony election pledges? Why are we so sober in discussing America’s obvious gaffe but can’t see our own faux pas? Why do WE allow OUR leaders to divide US into ethnic and racial vehicles so they can ride into rich sunset after plundering OUR wealth? Are the requirements of a president or any other elected official different around these parts?

I truly believe that if anyone is unfit to hold the office of the president of the United States of America, they shouldn’t be fit to be president of any other nation.

Integrity isn’t bound by geography.

Make Africa great again!


First published on Akoma, written by yours truly!


#LOKe: Lords Over Kenia

It’s official!

I flapped my scrawny arms for just enough gust to move all of a quarter of an inch from the ground! I grabbed Nicole Beharie, looked her square and convinced her we’d make cute cuddly babies to her delight! I brought Jon Snow back and cried out shame! shame! shame! to that blithering betraying boy! I had a stare down with Bayan Hundred Eyes and won! I strong armed Lance! And I finally figured out why I’m still single!

Even though I wish I did half of those things (sigh Nicole!), I did do something just as special: I took a leap into the unknown!

Ladies and gentlemen… Lads and Lasses…

I’m very excited to announce that this May, yours truly, is releasing a book! Yes! My debut book, ‘LORDS OVER KENIA: The Prophesy of the Moon Chief‘.


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Kenya, The Puzzling Jigsaw

In 1963, during which Kenya was lowering the Union Jack for the last time in this country and we raised the red, black and green both physically and figuratively, we were richer than South Korea economically and competing with the likes of Malaysia. South Korea was grappling with severe poverty and in 1962 the government decided to introduce the Economical Development Plan of 1962 of whose fruits they are witnessing today. So dire the situation that Kenya actually donated loan and relief aid to South Korea in 1963. Imagine that? When president Obama’s father left for studies in America, Kenya was actually richer than South Korea. Kenya on the other hand was in the midst of clamoring for self rule which she achieved a year later. We had an energetic workforce ready to build her country in the hopes that we would milk and drink the spoils of having one of our own as our ruler. We had a bountiful of resources that would galvanize any nations to an economic powerhouse status. We were on a white canvas ready to be made beautiful. I would have loved to live in that time. The possibilities must have been endless.

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The Matatu Survival Kit

We were all laughing at the young lady behind us. She was clutching for, pretty much anything. Her seat, the seat in front of her, the seat behind her including the people in those seats. She was probably saying her final prayers. “If I survive this I will become a nun, please Lord”.  The other lady next to me kept explaining with a heavy Danish accent that they were warned about our (in)famous Matatus. Unfortunately for them the driver was having a ‘party of the lanes’ much to her disgust. “This is very different from Odense”, she insisted.

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April’s Guests; Top Gear

Late To The Driving Party

I love driving, whether it is high speed racing on Need for Speed (that’s a game, by the way) or actually getting behind the wheel. I even love driving on our Kenyan roads, bad as they are. When it comes to cars and driving, I always feel like I came late to the party…like everyone else my age got a head start. I just got my driving license a few weeks back. I have been anxiously waiting for it for a long time. Almost all my friends got their licenses way before I did. Yes, I had been driving around without a license whenever I got the chance but I couldn’t go too far onto the main road for fear of traffic cops.

I got fed up one time during one of my friend’s wedding. The cars were available and I could drive any one of them but I had to be given a lift because I didn’t have a license! It was too risky with NTSA (National Transport and Safety Authority) cracking down on un-licensed drivers. That was the last straw and I decided enough was enough. I would get my license. And I did!


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#FriendlyFridays; Karibu ulaya (Welcome abroad) – the ‘painful’ first steps

The 'village' diary

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It all begins that evening when your immigration agent calls you to pass on the good have been granted a visa. You revel in the have been waiting with bated breaths for I don’t know how long. Preparations for the big trip begin in earnest and many people around you are genuinely happy for you. Some sigh with relief..maybe because their son or daughter can now concentrate in school in your absence.

The long awaited departure day comes and you are escorted by the whole clan to the airport. Your mother throws in a few words of advice, probably to warn you that wherever you are going “isn’t her’s”(probably quoting Duale). It is your first time in the ‘big bird’ (aeroplane) and you are super excited. You will be the first in your village to ‘climb’ the bird…that’s an honor. Anyway, you say goodbyes, board and are surprised to…

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April’s Guests; The Weird Me

Some of my friends describe me as weird, and this is something that I fought for a while before I realized I actually am. Plain and simple. I am weird. But in all fairness, it takes one to know one, so if you think I’m weird and you’re my friend, you know you are too. Everyone is weird in their own way. The only person who understands everything about you is the One who created you, so to everyone else there will always be something weird about you.

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